Heart Of Stone (8 page)

“That’s a Boston accent, not New York. And I’m not
that
, I’m mad.”

“Because another woman checked me out.” He was grinning from ear to perfectly nibbleable ear.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head. I just don’t like it okay.”

“Oh, I get it. No one else can play with your shiny new toy, right.”

“Well it
is
the main rule, aside from not telling the people of the world we are doing this in the first place.”

“Right. Speaking of people and crowds. What’s this thing about a Christmas Party I’ve got to take you to?” He asked finishing his coffee and putting the reusable cup in one of the many bags he was now carting along with them. Including three pairs of shoes from
Anthropologie
, for Donnella which just so happened to have a shop in the lot. He made sure they were all sensible in their thickness at least, he was concerned she was going to break her neck the way she ran all day in her ridiculously thin high heels. Donnella agreed but only because the chunky heel was making the rounds again this season. Not that Matthew understood or needed to know that little fact.

“Oh,
that
. So Harold did bring it up then. Good. It’s just the Governor’s usual thing.”

“You’re talking about the Governor’s Christmas Ball?”

“Oh, so you’ve heard of it then?” She stood up wiping the side of her mouth with a napkin, taking a sip of her cappuccino.

“I think everyone has, isn’t it like ten thousand just to get through the door?”

“More like fifteen. But it’s for a good cause. Especially now.” She took Pepper’s leash and the pup pulled them through to the street as Donnella fumbled for her phone calling the car which was waiting down the block.

“What could possibly be worth that much money? No steak is worth that!” He chuckled, shaking his head suddenly. Feeling something wet and cold fall on his face. Looking up he realized that it was beginning to snow.

“Get in the car, if my hair gets wet it’s gonna frizz to all hell.” Donnella cried, opening the door as the car came to a halt. “Back to the Tower, Cordell.” She ordered with a smile. “And from now on, stop being such a douche to Matthew.”

“Yes, Miss Stone.” Cordell answered back, before putting up the partition once more.

“See, just like that.” She grinned, falling into the seat as Matthew and Pepper joined her.

8

The snow came down in large fluffy flakes and soon the terrace of Matthew’s apartment was masked in its wet heavy cover. After a meal of perfectly seasoned broiled ribeye with asparagus and a fresh greens salad, Matthew lit up the gas fireplace and made a pot of rich steaming hot chocolate. Coming to the couch which he turned to face the fire after moving in a coffee table, he placed down the two mugs, and found Donnella snuggled down into his fleece New England Patriots Blanket, Pepper across her lap.

She had been cold when they arrived and so since Harold had not packed sleepwear for her, Matthew gave her a pair of his drawstring sweats and another
AC/DC
Band T-shirt. He had been to several shows in the Garden over the years and had a bit of a collection. The pants didn’t fit, so she had come down in just her socks and the T-shirt, he had to admit it, she looked damn sexy in his clothes.

“Here are my girls.” He beamed, standing over them.

Donnella opened up the blanket, sleepily. “Come here.” She pleaded. “Keep me warm.”

“With pleasure.” He slipped into the confines of the blanket and she crawled into his lap, making him cradle her like a little girl. He adjusted her so that he could reach the mugs, handing her one. “Here. Try this. Be careful it’s hot.”

She sipped the chocolatey concoction and settled against his chest with a contented sigh. “Oh, now that’s an orgasm in a cup, remind me to have you on hand when I’m cycling cuz I’m gonna need this in an I.V. drip. Where did you learn to do all this?”

“All what?”

“You cook, barter, paint, build stuff for dear old mom, law school, photography…”

“I also know how to build houses, strip floors and install windows and doors.”

“That’s what I’m saying. Where did you learn all that?”

“It’s called
surviving
. Like I said it was just me and mom growing up. She busted her hump as a paralegal for years, worked her way through school, and as soon as I was old enough, I started working. Under the table at first. Then on the books. I just picked things up as I went along. Could always draw, and love the feel of paint on my hands. I only use brushes for the fine details. The photography that was my mom. She pushed knowing I had “the eye” and hated Law school.”

She nodded, sipping her chocolate. “And the cooking? You’re really good at that…”

“Just being the one home at night, frozen pizza and take out gets boring and expensive. I broke out mom’s recipe books and it grew from there.”

“So totally self-taught then?”

“Well, yeah. I mean I got some tips from some girls I dated in college, on baking but mostly it was all me.”

“Some girls?” She questioned. “How many?”

He looked down at her as she looked up at him waiting for an answer.

“Would you tell me if I asked you that same question? Be honest.”

She was quiet for a moment, doing the mental math. Realistically, it had been thirteen years since she’d lost her virginity, ten years since she started with the arrangements. Were her numbers really so high? She wondered.

“See, I didn’t think so.”

“No, you’re right, that was kind of stupid to ask. It’s not my business. All I need to know and
do
know is that you’re clean, and here for the time being.” She handed him the mug and he put it back on the table for her. As he did so he could feel her hand run down the front of his waist band. “I’d like to play, if that’s okay?” She smiled, slinking down out of his lap and to her knees.

Matthew turned slightly as Donnella tugged the flap releasing the button with her teeth, then finding the tongue of the zipper she dragged that down as well. He lifted as she drew his pants to his thighs and then off of him completely, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. She could see the swell already beginning as he watched her intently.

***

How long had it been since his last real blowjob?
Six, seven years
? Matthew thought to himself as she undressed him. Most of the women he had dated either didn’t give them, or simply were afraid to when they realized what he was packing. Eleven inches long and three and a half inches around, he was formidable, not the largest. He knew guys in college who made him look like a toddler, granted they were on the basketball team and had a foot of height on him, but the point was they got plenty of play. For whatever reason, he simply did not have their luck when it came to women. But this woman, Donnella Stone. She was something so far. A true honest to goodness
bitch
.
B
eautiful.
I
ntelligent.
T
alented.
C
unning and
H
orny. As his friends used to say. He used to joke that he’d loved to marry a woman like that. He never thought he’d actually meet one, or that if he did she would ever look at him twice. At least not without him name dropping and owning up to his other side of the family. Something he refused to do. If his father didn’t want any part of him when he was born, then why should he allow it now that the old man was desperate? He pushed those thoughts back. What was he doing thinking about his father? He had a beautiful woman between his legs acting like a wanton sprite freed from a hundred years rest.

Her head slid up and down as she sucked and licked, using her teeth gingerly, at the mushroomed head. Pinging the tip with her tongue. Her hands working the base of his shaft. Then she opened her mouth wide, and went back down. The sensitive head rubbed against her tonsils, then past them, her throat opening up around him.

“Holy, fuck!” He dug his fingers into the armrest of the couch. She gagged a little, backing off, then relaxed and kept at him. Her arms went under him grabbing him by the ass, lifting him and pulling him down to the edge of the couch so she could get at him better. He obliged, his breathing heavy his fingers hurting from digging into the leather.

Then he felt her fingers slinging under him, her thumb pressing up against the space between his cock and his tightened sac. The pressure there, made his eyes roll backward in his skull. She stopped sucking, letting her hands keep at him. Licking down the length of him she sucked and nipped playfully at his balls. Taking one into her mouth then the other. She followed her fingers to his undercarriage. He lifted up off the couch almost instinctively and as she tongued that little patch of skin he let out a ravenous moan, reaching down he grabbed her by the wrist. “Please say you’re wet from this… Because I’ve got to have you.” He begged. She lifted her head and smiled with a little nod. He exhaled hard pulling her up on to him. She straddled him, as he tore her thin little panties to the side, she leaned back reaching down to guide him into her. She was as promised, in fact she was dripping wet. “Did you come giving me
head
?” He asked with his first deep thrust.

She bit her lip devilishly. “Maybe once or twice.”

I’m loving this woman.
Matthew smirked as he pulled her up against his chest, letting her control his depth, he liked it when she did the little figure eights.

***

Cold December air filled Matthew’s lungs as he waited outside for the limousine that would take him to the Governor’s Ball. Snow still clung to everything around him, as it had been coming on and off for nearly a week now with little relief. Donnella had gone back to her regular schedule, which he found was next to exhausting. Her hours were long and most often she would arrive and instead of ravishing her, he would coax her into a bath and put her to bed. After that he would paint for a little while, or just crawl in beside her. She seemed to like that, and frankly he liked the feel of having someone next to him as well. Although she would be gone by the time he woke up. Leaving him a note or a naughty bit of poetry to get him through the day. He hadn’t seen Janet, although she had called several times. He kept meaning to go out there, but with Donnella making appointments to see the doctor for his eyes, then the hair dresser and the tailors, there just wasn’t any real time. He promised he would make the time after the party. He would see everyone at New Year’s for the ball drop. He never missed that.

The limousine pulled up and Cordell opened the door for him with a nod.

“Thanks.” He smiled climbing inside. It was warm and to his surprise Donnella and another couple were inside.

“Matthew, darling.” Donnella drew out the words, profusely. “This is my partner Rupert Walsh. He is the man behind the
Keynote
Gallery
. I thought it time you two
actually
met.”

Rupert extended his hand and Matthew took it trying not to seem too eager, sure they could see his heart jumping out of his chest.

“Good to meet you, son. “I’ve had a chance to see some of your pictures. Moving stuff. I do apologize for the combing. It was needed. I do hope everything was returned in pristine condition?”

“Yes, Sir. It was. Thank you. And thank you for the complement.”

“Not at all.”

“So you’re a photographer?” The woman with Rupert asked, her eyes lighting up. “I’m looking for someone to do new shots.”

“Yes, Cattie here is a model, you see.” Rupert waved his hand down her length as though she were a prize.

“I’m looking to branch out. Nothing too raunchy. Just some tasteful nudes. Ya know?” She was tall and thin, her skin bronzed her hair platinum blonde. Eyes blue. She’d photograph well as any of them.

“Uh huh, well I’m sort of swamped and I don’t usually do that sort of-”

“But I’m sure
you
could find the time?” Rupert insisted.

Matthew looked at Donnella, who sat back as though not paying attention.
Okay, no help there.

“Like I said, swamped, but I suppose I could recommend someone who could do them, at cost if you like. I have a friend who’s very talented.” He glanced at Donnella briefly again, seeing her lips upturn in a little bow of a smirk.

“Well if you say they are good.” Rupert conceded. “I’ll happily pay what they are worth of course.”

“Okay.” Matthew nodded. “Give me your contact info Cattie and I’ll have her get in touch with you.”

***

“You handled that very well.” Donnella whispered as they walked up the steps to the Governor’s mansion.

“Yeah, what was
that
? Throwing me to the dogs?” He half chuckled.”

“Had to be done. But you did it beautifully.”

“Sink or swim?”

“Sink or swim.” She squeezed his arm. “Tonight you’re gonna learn to high dive.”

***

The doors to the mansion were opened wide and the red carpet met their feet. The lights danced beautifully off of Donnella’s Backless sapphire gown. Tailored in such away as the dragon tattoo was fully covered but the balance of her back was still tastefully exposed. The front was a halter bejeweled with swvarski crystals and probably cost more than Matthew could spend in a month. As it was he was wearing a two thousand dollar Virgin Wool Armani Tux, the under shirt the same shade of sapphire blue as her gown. His cufflinks which she gave him in bed the night before made of silver and crystal reflected the lights like her dress.

“I feel like a glittering fool.”

“Or a sparkling vampire.” She teased, running a finger down his cheek, letting the nail graze his chin.

“I’d stake myself. And if you do that again, I’ll have to pull you into a room and muss that gown.”

“I’m not wearing any panties.” She squeezed his ass, and pulled him through the crowd.

So not fair.
He kept thinking to himself as they ran in to people she knew. Every time they got near a door not blocked by a cop playing security, someone Donnella knew, or she felt he
needed
to know would find their way into their path.

While ending up back in the circle with Rupert and Harold Donnella seemed distracted. Matthew bent down to her, whispering in her ear. “Is something wrong, other than the obvious?” He groaned slightly, as she gently and covertly caressed his semi-hard groin.

“Gimmie a sec?” She pulled away from him. “If you could excuse me for a moment?” She turned heading through the crowd, toward a table against the wall, where a man was sitting alone with a drink.

“Who’s
that
?” Matthew asked eyeing him with ease over the crowd.

“Samuel Sinclair.” Harold mumbled.

“Ah yes, the jilted one.” Rupert laughed. “Seems she hasn’t been seeing much of him since you, my dear boy.”

Matthew narrowed his eyes, letting them follow Donnella as she approached.

***

“I didn’t think you would come.” Donnella spoke first as he appeared to be staring straight through and past her.

“Is that your new beau?”

“You know me better than that, Samuel.”

“Then why haven’t we been
fucking
lately? Used to hit that three times a week, twice on Sundays. Now I get this lame shit about you being on the rag? Then just too busy.” He stood up taking her by the wrist.