Reparation (3 page)

Another warm kiss to
my wrist, and then he continues, “Well, I knew that was lie,
too.”

Still holding my
wrist, Matt walks up to the oven and turns it off. I have no choice
but to follow. Turning, he leads me through the living room and down
a hallway. His walk is casual, but I’m feeling anything but.

He’s leading
me to bed, where I know he’ll do terribly wicked things to me.
The thought causes my most intimate muscles to clench almost
painfully, and my panties to become damp.

Matt wastes no time.
He clasps my face in his large hands and pulls me in for a
bone-melting kiss. It’s deep and luxurious… with deep
swipes of his tongue and his breath hot against my lips. His hands
seem to be everywhere on me… grasping my hip to pull me in
close, cupping the underside of my breast, and trailing fingertips
over my collarbone.

Our clothes seem to
melt away, and we stumble to the bed. Then it’s skin on skin.
His palm cruises along my outer thigh while he sucks at my nipples.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as my hips flex up into his because
I need the contact.

He murmurs things to
me.

As his hand goes
between my legs, he says, “You’re perfect, Mac. Just
fucking perfect.”

His other hand
squeezes my breast, and then he pinches a nipple, all the while
whispering, “Beyond beautiful.”

When he finally
sinks into me, I watch his eyes close as he gives into the pleasure.
He moves in and out of me in long, measured strokes that are neither
too fast nor too slow. They are perfect, deep, and invading.

Matt curls an arm
under one of my legs, resting it in the crook of his elbow, and he
hikes it up high. Angling his hips down, his next push in goes deeper
than ever and he says, “Heaven… this is what Heaven must
feel like.”

All Matt’s
words are just as seductive as the way he moves inside of me. His
cock seduces my body, but his words seduce my heart.

“Are you
close?” he whispers in my ear, all the while with deliberate
pumps between my legs.

I nod, pressing my
face into the skin at the base of his shoulder. I give a tiny lick
that causes him to shudder. “So close.”

“Me too,”
Matt says as he picks up the pace. “I want us to come
together.”

“Yes,” I
breathe out. “Together.”

It only takes Matt’s
hand slipping between our bodies to rub up against me, in just the
right spot, and my orgasm tears free… racing up my spine, then
back down again.

I call his name out…
loudly.

He gives one last,
hard push and then he’s jetting hot inside of me, murmuring,
“Mac, Mac, Mac…”

I wake up alone in
Matt’s bed, the sunshine streaming through the window. I don’t
need to wonder where he is though, because I’m immediately
assaulted by the smell of bacon, which is… as you know…
only like the best smell in the entire galaxy.

Crawling out of bed,
I grab Matt’s white t-shirt that got so carelessly discarded
and head into the kitchen. I can’t help the way my breath
catches a little as I watch him standing at the stove, wearing only
his jeans. His back is tanned golden, and his muscles are supremely
beautiful. His hair is sticking up all over the place, and he looks
like a man who spent all night fucking his girlfriend.

Just thinking of the
things we did last night causes heat to flash between my legs. I
mean, sex with Matt has always been beyond amazing, but there’s
something different about it now that we have moved into relationship
territory. It’s more intimate, and the craving goes much
deeper.

“Something
smells good,” I say, and Matt turns to look at me. His eyes
travel down the length of me, and my nipples harden nicely against
his cotton t-shirt. He doesn’t fail to notice and I know this
because first, his gaze is stuck to my chest, and second, his golden
eyes darken to a mocha color.

Matt reaches out and
turns the stove off. His tongue peeks out and swipes at his lower lip
as he walks up to me. My pulse speeds in response, and I hold my
breath to see what he’ll do.

Bending down, Matt
picks me up to wrap my legs around his waist. The maneuver has his
hands clutching my bare ass, and my legs dutifully lock around him.

“Christ,”
he mutters, flexing his fingers into my skin. “You’re not
wearing any underwear.”

I smile at him and
lace my fingers into his hair. “Nope.”

“Good girl,”
he commends and spins around to set me on the counter. He steps in
close, and it’s the perfect height as his pelvis is in direct
alignment with mine. Our mouths meet in open surrender to one
another, and our kiss is fueled with lust.

Hands roam roughly
across hot skin. Matt whips off my t-shirt, moving his mouth across
my breasts, while my hands stroke up his back.

When he sticks one
hand between my legs, he murmurs, “So wet. Can’t wait.”

In a move so quick
I’m not even sure I understand how it happened, Matt has his
jeans unzipped and his dick pulled out, slamming it inside of me. I
gasp at the intrusion, not because it’s unwelcome, but because
if feels so fucking good.

“I love the
way you feel inside me,” I moan in his ear, and that causes him
to pump harder between my legs.

“Do you like
the way I fuck you?” Matt rasps out just before he presses his
teeth into my shoulder.

“Y-e-e-e-s,”
I manage to stammer while he sucks hard at my skin.

“Do you want
it harder?”

“God, yes.”

Matt pulls my hips
off the edge of the counter and, with a palm to the center of my
chest, pushes me to lay flat on my back. Then he starts to slam into
me so hard it feels like my hipbones are going to pop out of joint.

Still I cry out,
“Harder.”

Matt groans over my
words and gives it to me harder.

And about twenty
seconds after that, we are both crying out each other’s names
as we experience the mother lode of all simultaneous orgasms.

There is a requisite
period of rest, when Matt leans his head on my chest while our
breathing gets back to normal.

“That was
insane,” I tell him, my fingers slipping through his hair to
rub his scalp.

“We’re
completely depraved,” he observes, pushing his head harder
against my palm. “I thought I might break you there for a
minute.”

I laugh softly. “It
felt so good. You have complete permission to hammer at me that way
any time you want.”

Matt looks up at me
and smiles, holding my gaze in a way that says,
You really are
like the perfect woman.

He stands and zips
himself up. Tearing off a paper towel, he gently cleans me up,
placing soft kisses on my belly as he does. Then he pulls me up,
places my t-shirt back over my head, and points me to a bar stool
while he makes me a cup of coffee.

I watch as Matt
cooks me breakfast. It’s simple… just scrambled eggs and
bacon, but there’s something touching about watching your lover
cook for you.

When he turns to
place my plate before me, my cell phone, which is laying on the
counter, starts to ring. I glance down at it at the same time Matt
does, and I internally groan when the name “Cal Carson”
displays across the screen. I reach out and slap at it to disconnect
the ring, knowing that Cal will leave me a voice mail.

I look up at Matt,
prepared for him to go ballistic. There is a tiny tick in his jaw
muscle, but his voice is fairly calm when he says, “Why is Cal
calling you?”

“We’re
friends, Matt. Just friends.”

Matt stares at me,
his brow furrowed. “I don’t like it.”

“You don’t
have to like my friends,” I tell him.

“You can be
friends with him, even knowing what he did to me? I mean… you
do know the sordid details, right? You know his friendship has no
loyalty, right? And that’s the type of friend you want?”

He’s angry,
and I get it. He has every right to be, and I’m suddenly very
confused. I want to be friends with Cal, but my loyalty has to be to
Matt, right? I mean… he
is
my boyfriend.

A pleasurable rush
goes through me at the thought of Matt being my boyfriend. It’s
something I want… very much.

Matt looks at me
intently. “Mac… I don’t know if I can do this with
you if Cal is a part of your life.”

My heart actually
hurts for Matt because I see him standing there, looking at me with
fear. He’s afraid I’ll walk away, and that Cal will
destroy another relationship. But I’m not going to let that
happen.

I hop off the bar
stool and walk up to him. Taking both of his hands in mine, I rub my
thumbs over the backs in an attempt to soothe him.

“Matt…
if you want me to choose, then I choose you. Always. But before you
ask me to do that, will you at least hear me out?”

Relief washes over
his face and his arms wrap around me, pulling me in. He doesn’t
respond, so I pull back.

“Will you?
Just listen to me… for five minutes… and then you can
ask me to choose if you want.”

Matt purses his lips
in distaste at my request, but he knows it’s not unreasonable,
so he nods his head. Before he can change his mind, I lead him into
the living room and push him down on the couch. Because I want to
touch him, and because I want him to understand how much I love the
intimacy we share, I crawl onto his lap and straddle him.

His hands
immediately come up to my waist, skimming under the edge of the
t-shirt. I rest my hands on his shoulders and take a deep breath.
“Okay… here’s the thing about Cal—”

My words are cut off
by a moan as Matt’s hand slides over the top of my thigh, and
he sinks a finger into me. Closing my eyes, I submit to the feeling,
but then I realize he is just distracting me from my mission.

Pushing back against
him, I hop off his lap and glare at him. “You promised you’d
listen to me.”

He smirks at me and
shrugs his shoulders. “Sorry. You can’t sit your bare ass
on my lap and not expect that to happen.”

I glare at him
harder, which causes his smirk to deepen. He’s leaning back on
the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him so they rest
just under the edge of the coffee table. Sighing, I step over his
legs and sit my rump down on the edge of the table. Leaning forward,
I place my elbows on my knees and clasp my hands. This is my “I’m
getting ready to have a serious talk” pose.

Matt’s gaze
holds mine. Good, he knows I’m serious.

I start to open my
mouth when I see Matt’s eyes travel downward.

Down… down…
down.

Until they are
focused right between my legs.

“Sorry, babe…
you can’t expect me to pay attention when you’re flashing
that at me. You’ve got five seconds to get some underwear on,
or I’m going to throw you on the floor and fuck the shit out of
you.”

My skin breaks out
in tingles, and for a split second, I almost let him do it. But then
I realize that I need to have this talk, and besides… I’m
betting I can convince him to fuck the shit out of me when the
conversation is over.

I run into the
bedroom and slip my panties on, then I run back out before Matt gets
up and changes his mind. But he’s still there, waiting
patiently, and I decide to sit on the opposite end of the couch from
him. I even tuck my legs up demurely under me, and I ensure all my
goods are covered.

With a sigh, he
turns and angles his body toward me, throwing one arm casually over
the back of the couch.

“Okay…
spill it,” he says with resignation.

I take a deep
breath. “Okay… I have the floor. Just listen. Cal feels
horrible about what happened.”

“Good,”
Matt sneers. “He should.”

“Hey! You said
you’d listen, so shut it. Like I said… his guilt is
crushing him. He’s hurting right now.”

Matt rolls his eyes.
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for him?”

I don’t answer
his question, because the answer is obvious. Instead, I say, “He
must have been a really great friend.”