Fighting for Love (23 page)

A tear slid down my cheek and I held him tighter. “You’ve always been there, Matt,” I whispered.

Always.

MATT PARKED IN HIS GARAGE
, and I didn’t know if we’d make it into his house before ripping each other’s clothes off. By the time we got in the door our shirts were gone, including my bra. The whole way up the stairs he had me in his arms, straddling his waist, with his lips and teeth sucking and biting my nipples. We only had to go down two more doors before he pressed me up against the wall and thrust his tongue in between my lips.

Reaching between my legs to the waist of his jeans, I undid them and he let them fall to the floor. If only mine were gone I’d get him to take me against the wall and fuck me hard. I didn’t want it gentle tonight, I wanted it hard and fast. Finally, Matt moved us down the hall and kicked his door open before throwing me on the bed.

He grabbed the waist of my jeans—unbuttoning them with one smooth flick of his fingers—and slid them down my legs, along with my new pair of sexy red thongs, kissing my skin the whole way down.

“I hope you’re ready for this, baby,” he growled, “because I’m not holding back tonight.”

Pushing my legs apart with his knee, I thought he would take me right there on the bed. I wanted him to, and ached to feel him inside me, but oh no, he had other plans. He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off of the bed so, and I had to straddle his waist again in order to hold on.

“What are you doing?” I breathed, trying to lower myself onto him.

Chuckling, he placed his hands on my ass and lifted me up so I couldn’t go any lower. “Not yet, baby, it’s not time. I’m the one in control tonight, so nothing is going to happen until I say so. Bad girls don’t get to call the shots.”

“Oh, really? So I’m a bad girl now? Did I lose my ‘angel’ title?”

With me in his arms, he walked us into the bathroom and turned on all four of the shower heads. He set me on the bathroom counter, and the tile was so cold on my ass that I gasped.

“For tonight you have,” he told me gruffly, nipping my bottom lip. “Because the things I’m going to do to you shouldn’t be done to an angel.”

My eyes went wide and my mouth opened in a silent gasp; I was two seconds away from having an orgasm just by my thoughts alone.
Oh my God.

Matt smirked and trailed a long, lithe finger over my collarbone and down to my breast, where he circled my nipple, and finally to my aching clit. Moaning, I arched my back and squeezed my legs around him tighter to get him to stop.

“I’m going to lose it if you touch me, Matt. I’m so close,” I cried.

Nipping my ear, he groaned and lightly pushed me back so that my body was lying on the bathroom counter. It was so cold against my back, but Matt’s warm breath between my legs heated me right up and I moaned.

“Hmm … that’s what I like to hear.”

On his knees on the bathroom floor, he pulled me down to his mouth; he nuzzled me with his nose before trailing his tongue from my opening on up to my clit. My body jerked from the contact and again I was getting closer. If he kept touching me instead of taking breaks I knew I would lose it, but from the deep chuckle I heard escape his lips I knew he was doing it to torment me.

“Are you getting frustrated, baby? Just imagine how I felt all day after our time in the pool. It sucks, but it makes everything feel so much better when you finally get there. You also taste so fucking good when you’re turned on.” He licked me again, and I jerked when he slid a finger inside of me … and then another.

“So sweet and soft,” he murmured huskily.

Thrusting inside of me with his fingers, he closed his lips over my clit and sucked while pushing demandingly hard and fast. It was my undoing and I exploded all around him, contracting around his fingers as my orgasm spread throughout my body. He slowed his pace and licked me gently, moaning while getting a taste of what he does to me.

“We’re not done yet, baby,” he growled. “I need you to hold on tight.”

Lifting me into his arms, he carried me into the shower and put me right in the path of the shower heads. The water dripped down his midnight colored hair and over his face and body in tantalizing lines; I wanted to suck him dry, to taste every inch of him. Pushing me against the shower wall, he pressed his lips to mine and thrust his tongue inside at the same moment he lowered me down hard on his cock.

“Matt,” I screamed out, digging my nails in his back. Being pushed down so hard sent a jolt of pain through my body, but I loved it.

Gripping my waist with his hands, he rocked his hips a few more times before lifting me up and setting me down on my feet. “Turn around and lean your hands against the wall,” he commanded, helping me along by pivoting my hips.

I did as he said and leaned against the wall, spreading my legs wide as he lifted my hips. The tip of his cock grazed my opening for only a second before he plunged in deep and reached around to grab my breast with one hand and fondle my clit with the other. In and out he pushed, the friction making my body slide against the slick wall of the shower.

“I want you to come again, baby, just like this,” he ordered. Groaning, he lowered his fingers to where he could feel his cock gliding in and when I moaned he leaned down and bit the side of my neck. “Your pussy is so damn tight. I could fuck you like this all day long.”

Holy hell, he was going to kill me. There were so many sensations triggering my pleasure senses that I could barely think. I could only feel what he was doing to my body and I was in pure ecstasy.

Oh, so close again, and I could feel him getting harder the tighter I clenched my muscles around his cock. “Fuck,” he roared, squeezing me harder. “I’m going to come, baby.”

The deeper he pushed inside, the faster I succumbed to my release, and screamed out as the pleasure fanned out over my body. Breathing hard, I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Matt was still hard inside of me, but he gently pulled out and turned me around to face him.

“How was that? Did it feel good?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, yes,” I remarked breathlessly. “I’m going to sleep good tonight.”

Lifting my chin and shaking his head, his gaze narrowed with unabashed heat. “No you’re not, baby. There’s not going to be any sleep for you
or
me tonight.”

Pushing his hard cock against my stomach, he looked down at it and then back up to me. “I’m going to make love to you and fuck you all night long. Tomorrow, your body will know that I’ve been there. Your lips will be swollen from my kisses, your nipples will be tender from my mouth, and that tight little pussy of yours will be so sore yet aching for more that you’ll crave my touch just as much as I crave yours.”

Shutting off the shower water, Matt opened the door and guided me back into his bedroom, dripping wet from the shower and from in between my legs. Before we even made it to the bed, he grabbed me by the waist and pushed me down on the mattress, spreading my legs wide.

“You’re insatiable tonight,” I teased, waiting on him to start another round.

He kissed me on the lips and brought his hand up to cup my cheek. “Only for you, baby.”

Thrusting inside of me, he began another round of love making, but this time it was soft and gentle. He was gearing me up for what was to come, and when that happened it wasn’t going to be soft and gentle. I could see the need and rage battling behind his eyes, and with everything that had been going on I knew he needed to feel like he was in control, that I was completely his.

Keeping the anger inside and not being able to go after Kyle like he wanted to was wearing on him. Matt had always been a protector, and since Kyle was messing with us both, it went against all of his instincts not to be able to defend himself.

Soon it would all be over and he would get his time to beat Kyle, but now it was all about me and him, making love and fighting to keep that love. It hadn’t been easy, but we were both fighters and I was determined to fight until the end.

MY WEEK OF STAYING AT
home was over and now it was Monday morning, time to get back into the swing of things and actually go into the office. I called Lexi yesterday and told her about what had happened so she wouldn’t freak out when she saw me at work with my hand all bandaged up. I was trying to avoid having the whole office know what I did.

My whole body was sore from Saturday night’s festivities in the bedroom and from the fight. My hand was bruised and swollen, but I knew that was to be expected since I punched someone in the face; although, I didn’t know it would hurt as bad as it did. At least I could still type and work on the computer. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it was doable. However, the open document sitting in front of me begged to differ because I’d only accumulated about a hundred words since sitting down at my desk two hours ago.

The article will get done in time.
I hadn’t missed a deadline yet, and I wasn’t going to start now.

Since I stayed with Matt over the weekend, he had volunteered to stay at my house during the coming week since Jace was still gone and I needed to get back to work. He had an hour drive to and from his place to mine when he went to the gym, but he insisted on doing it so he could be with me. Writing the article on him was going to be difficult because he was more than just an athlete, public figure, and talented man; he was a good friend to others, loyal, and a lover. My ten page spread might end up being a twenty page spread by the time I was done.

I wanted the world to know who he was and the sacrifices he made to get where he was. Out of all the athletes I’d interviewed, none had a life story like his. I didn’t just think that because I grew up with him; it was the truth.

“Knock, knock,” Lexi chimed, banging lightly on the door.

Lifting my gaze, I smiled at her as she walked in and took a seat in front of my desk. She wore a pair of gray slacks and a pink, lacy top with her camera around her neck, like always. Today, I settled on a knee-length black skirt, black sandals, and a royal blue sleeveless top with my hair in a messy ponytail. My hand wasn’t up to the task of spending the time to flat iron it.

Lexi sighed and pursed her lips at my bandaged hand before reclining in the chair. “I’m glad to see you back at work in one piece. It sucks that I never get to see you unless you’re here. Are we still on for a girl’s night this week? Hayley was thinking Wednesday night would be good.”

“That’ll be great. What did you both have in mind? Dinner and a movie?”

“You know it,” she remarked excitedly. “I’m thinking pizza and a chick flick. Will and I never eat pizza, and I hardly every get to watch the movies I like.”

Will was a health fanatic, kind of like Jace when it came to food. Jace didn’t like having junk food in the house except for my chocolate strawberries, but that was rare. Usually, when Lexi went out to lunch with me she would order the unhealthiest plate on the menu just because it was the only time she could really let go and do what she wanted. It was good to watch what you ate, but there was also such a thing as taking it to the extreme. I was a health nut, too, but I had to let myself enjoy some kind of treats or I’d go insane.

Another knock came at the door and it was Stacey who entered, holding a cup of coffee and a notebook with her glasses perched on top of her auburn hair and a pencil sticking out from on top of her ear. She was our receptionist and had been working for the magazine for twenty years. She was also one of the quirkiest women I knew and always dressed the part by wearing extremely bright colors; hence the reason she was dressed in a pair of tight green pants and a bright yellow tunic-style top.

“Good morning, Ms. Monroe,” she greeted brightly.

“Hey, Stacey, how are you?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m fine. I just wanted to tell you that someone’s here to see you. I told him to wait out in the lobby until you were ready for him.”

“Did he give you a name?”

“Yes,” she replied with a smile. She looked down at her notebook and said, “Let’s see … he said his name was Caleb Rhinehardt.”

Lexi practically growled, jumping out of her chair. “No, Stacey, she can’t see
Mr. Caleb Rhinehardt
. That’s not even his real name.” She turned to me and glared. “We really need to call security on him. He shouldn’t be here.”