Waiting on Forever (22 page)

“Have you talked to MJ?”

My breath catches, hearing his name, and I swallow so hard you can almost hear the gulp.

“No,” I quickly respond in a dry tone, hoping he’ll get the hint that I don’t want to talk about Matt.

“I think you should talk to him, Leah,” he continues in a low caring voice.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I casually respond, hanging a damp picture up on the drying rack.

“I think you’ve got it all wrong,” he says, leaning back on the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. “MJ’s a good guy. He’s not like the others.”

I once thought that, too.

“Yeah. Well…seeing is believing,” I answer, still carrying on with what I’m doing.

“Not everything is what it appears,” he rebuttals, raising an eyebrow.

Annoyed with his statement and knowing what I saw, I quickly turn on my heels so that I am completely facing him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Landyn shrugs his shoulders.

“Just talk to him.”

I stand there and look at him puzzled, trying to understand what he’s insinuating. I feel like there’s more to Matt that I don’t know and Landyn does, but it isn’t something he feels he can tell me. This intrigues me.

“I’ll think about it.”

Landyn leaves it at that and we go back to our project.

Chapter 27

Last night I came to a conclusion–I’m giving myself the day off.

I never skip classes, work, or anything for that matter. I’m an above average student, present every day. I’m always early to work, never just on time. When it comes to academics and responsibilities I’m the staple student and stand up kid. But everyone needs a break at some point or another, and today is the day that I’m allowing myself that time off. Oh, and I don’t want to see Matt. Yeah, I know–pathetic, but it’s just too soon. I will talk to him. I will confront him about Saturday night, but not today. Not yet.

Although I’m exhausted and feel like I haven’t slept in days, I’m staring at the clock–it’s 8:58 a.m. Two minutes until I’m supposed to be in French class with Matt. I’m not quite sure why it’s a big deal, or why the butterflies are flapping nervously in my gut, but it is and they are. And like I expected, at exactly 9 a.m. my cellphone rings with none other than the song Brown Eye Girl by Van Morrison that Matt programmed in my phone under his number. I watch it as it sings and vibrates on my desk. I don’t move. I don’t answer it. I just watch it ring. After the fourth ring, it stops. I wait to hear it chime with the voicemail notification, but it doesn’t. I wait a few more seconds, but still, nothing happens.

Huh.

But then it beeps. He texted me. This I can deal with.

Taking a deep breath, I swing my legs over the side of my bed and reach over and pick my phone up. With one more deep breath, I unlock the screen and open the message.

Sitting there, I just stare at the screen. I don’t read it more than once, but I can’t look away. I’m numb, speechless, confused. So much was said in just that four sentence message that I’m just trying to take it all in.

He didn’t cheat on me.

Something big happened.

He needs me.

It’s cold as fuck outside.

How is that even true? I saw it.

What could have happened that is more important than our current situation?

He needs me?

And yeah, it’s upstate NY. Of
course
it’s cold.

Just as he warned, the intercom buzzes and the voice that makes my insides crumble follows it.

“Baby, it’s me. Let me in.”

Without even thinking, I hop off my bed, go over to the intercom and press the button to unlock the door. I don’t move. I just stand there–arms crossed and tapping my foot anxiously. No coherent thoughts are running through my head. Just nervous anticipation. I faintly hear the bell to the elevator ding, then the squishing sound of wet shoes walking along the tiled floor and coming in my direction. The sound stops outside my door and three soft knocks follow. Knowing that it’s now or never, I take a deep breath and open the door.

Standing on the other side is an exhausted, soaked, ridiculously adorable Matt. My body instantly melts and tears trickle down my face. I’ve missed him.

I need him, too.

“Oh, Babe…” he whispers, pulling me into his chest.

My arms naturally wrap around his waist and breathing in his scent, my body instantly relaxes into his arms. Matt allows just enough space between us to hold my face in his hands, staring at me with pain and warmth in his eyes, then pushes his lips on mine with so much emotion that I can feel it in my toes.

After what feels like seconds, our mouths separate, but we stay there frozen. Foreheads touching and eyes fused together, exchanging every pained second we spent apart. I hope it’s true that he didn’t cheat on me and never would, because I don’t know if I could ever spend one more day without him. He has claimed my heart. I would never be able to give it to anyone else.

Hook, line, and sinker–I belong to Matthew Jacobs.

“Oh my god. I’ve missed your frickin face,” he says, kissing me again.

This time the kiss becomes more passionate. We start moving inwards, mouths still feverishly attached. Matt kicks the door closed behind us, never loosening our hold on one another. Within seconds the back of my legs meet the side of the bed, and in one swift movement I’m laying down with Matt on top of me.

Matt reaches down for the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. Even though I want this as bad as he does, I need to know the truth. Without stopping and in between kisses I ask, “you didn’t hookup with Kate and Brynn?”

Running his mouth down my jawline, “Fuck no, baby.”

Feeling his heavy breath next to my ear, I’m having a hard time concentrating, but manage to keep asking, “But I saw them walking out of your room, and Brynn–”

He cuts me off as he makes his way down my chest. “They dropped an invite off for a party–they barely made it past the door.”

I exhale deeply when his mouth slides over my nipple. “She said they…oh god!” He nips the peak of my breast, sending a wave of achingly delicious pleasure rippling throughout my body. My train of thought is long gone and has been replaced with an overwhelming surge of desire.

He moves down my stomach. “Anything that comes out of her mouth is shit–don’t ever listen to her,” he says through heavy breaths and seductive kisses.

For a second I don’t know what he’s talking about, but then remember that we were talking about Brynn.

“K.”

Although I know I shouldn’t be giving in this easily, I trust Matt. I trust that he’s telling me the truth, and I trust that he would never cheat on me. I don’t know if I ever truly believed that he did what I thought I saw, but given that actions speak louder than words and believing is seeing, I convinced myself that it had to be true. Now, hearing his confession and how the whole thing was just poor timing on my part and Brynn being the total bitch that she is...the whole situation seems so obsolete and a thing of the past.

Once Matt’s mouth reaches the top on my pajama bottoms, he takes them off along with my underwear and throws them to the side. I’m completely exposed, laying naked for his viewing. Sitting back on his heels, he slowly runs his eyes up my body, taking it all in. When his eyes are back on mine, they are full of emotion.

“Leah…” Matt softly says as he slowly climbs back over me, eyes glued to mine the whole time.

“Yeah,” I whisper back, our faces only inches apart and his hands pushing into the pillow on each side of my head.

“My heart belongs with you, baby. Only you and never anyone else.” He wipes away the stray tears that are beginning to slip down my face. “I want you right now–all of you, but I have to know that you feel the same way. I need to know you feel for me what I feel for you.”

Cupping his face with my hands, I kiss him gently before softly pushing him back up off of me. Wondering what I’m doing, he looks at me confused and almost worried. Giving him a reassuring smile, I slip out from underneath him and head to Kayla’s desk. In the top drawer I pull out the “do not disturb” sign, crack the door slightly and then slip it on the outside handle.

When I turn back around, Matt’s laying on his side watching intently and running his eyes slowly down my body as I make my way back over to the bed. Sliding in next to him with our bodies facing one another, I softly whisper the words that have been itching to come out.

“You have my heart,” I confess, staring deep into his eyes. “I’ve loved you all along.”

Licking his lips Matt leans in, but not all the way. He closes his eyes and inhales softly.

“I’m so in love with you, Leah Bennett,” he passionately whispers before closing the distance, pressing his lips against mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck as his body moves above me. Our tongues slide delicately together, tasting the love that we share. Running my hands slowly down his sides, I grip the bottom of his shirt to bring it up over his head. We continue kissing, moving very slowly and passionately and enjoying each second together. Unlocking our lips, Matt sweetly nuzzles my nose, then kisses me gently again before moving his face to the side of mine. Lightly nipping the bottom of my ear, he grazes my neck with his mouth, kissing and breathing heavily into the fold. My body warms from his touch and aches with desire as his mouth continues down my chest and over my breast. Matt takes his time, teasing and caressing one nipple with his hand while licking and sucking the other with his mouth and tongue. I let out a soft moan while arching my back, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Removing his hand from one breast, but keeping his mouth on the other, Matt slides his hand down my stomach and between my legs. He teases my clit with his finger, swirling and rubbing it, warming my body and pushing me to the edge. I become more vocal, moaning uncontrollably—overstimulated and needing relief. Matt sees my struggle and stands up next to the bed, removing his pants and boxers. His erection springs free and my breathing grows heavy with eager anticipation.

He pulls a condom from his wallet and rests it next to my head as he climbs back on top of me.

“I need to tell you something,” he whispers once our faces are back in alignment.

I don’t respond. I just stare passionately into his eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“I’ve never given myself to anyone before,” he confesses. “I wanted my first time to be with someone that I couldn’t live without. Someone that I loved and could see a future with.”

I look at him in disbelief. All this time I’ve thought he was experienced and has hooked up with multiple girls. Never did I ever imagine that he could, like me, be a virgin. It never even crossed my mind.

“It’s true. My mom was a drug addict and my dad...well, who knows what he was. I never wanted to be like them. I never wanted to have mindless sex. I wanted it to mean something–I wanted it to be real.”

I’ve always known that Matt wasn’t like the others, that he was different. He has a heart. He has a soul. And he has every quality that I ever dreamed that my somebody would have. He has captured my heart, he has won my soul and there’s nothing that will ever change that.

“I love you,” I softly whisper before leaning up and kissing his lips.

He moans in response and pushes his weight on top of me, transmitting the heat and fire back into our bodies and bringing us back to the need of being inside of me.

Our mouths move feverishly together while our hands have a mind of their own. Soon my body aches with desire, not able to wait another second. Matt sits back on his heels and places the condom over his length. He moves slowly and gently back over me, trailing warm, sweet kisses up my stomach, over my chest and back over my mouth.

Feeling his arousal resting on my folds, my hips instantly react and push up against him. Matt reaches down and lines the tip with my opening, pushing in gently. I can feel myself stretch around him, but it doesn’t hurt. It just kind of stings.

“Oh god,” Matt breathes out once he pushes in further. “Are you good? Is this okay?” he asks, opening his eyes to make sure he’s not hurting me.

I smile because words can’t express how wonderful it feels to have him inside of me. Any pain or discomfort I feel is numbed by the pleasure that’s flooding my body.

“Yes, keep going,” I respond, wrapping my legs around his waist and gripping his back firmly with my hands.

Not wasting a moment more, he buries his face into the fold of my neck and pushes in further and harder, quickening his rhythm with every thrust. A moan escapes my mouth as I feel my body building with warmth and aching with pleasure. I can feel his breathing grow deeper as I’m pushed to the edge—ready to break free.

“Shit…” he moans, lifting his head and resting his forehead against mine.

“Yeah…”

“Look at me, baby,” Matt softly says between heavy breaths, still moving in and out of me.

I open my eyes, to be greeted with his. He kisses me hard while quickening his pace to an unbearable speed. With all loss of control, my body unravels below him—tensing and spasming into a delicious orgasm.