Bound to the Bad Boy (17 page)

Now it had. She had gone to the
local outdoors store and picked up some walking boots and a backpack. She was
preparing to head up to the cabin.
Which meant that it was
time for him to get up there too.

And he had come prepared. Because
he needed to give it one last shot.
Needed to know if Megan
could be his once more.
This time for good.

Chapter Twelve

Megan crept towards the porch.
Her heart thundered and blood whooshed through her ears. There was a light
coming from inside the cabin.

Someone’s in there... Damn it. I wanted to come up here to be alone.

It would probably be
a scientist of some sort come
to the old retreat to study
the bears’ local habitat, or maybe a tourist who’d wandered off the beaten
path. It was quite common for folks to use the cabin, even when her parents had
been around. Walkers, nature enthusiasts, you name it––they’d all passed
through at some point or another. Highly likely, it was an old friend of her
parents’.

Or…

Her stomach clenched and a chill ran
through her lower body. Since the incident at Matt’s place she had been abnormally
edgy. Creedy had scared her and she wasn’t sure what had happened to him. What
if he lay in wait in the cabin, preparing to pounce when she entered?

Don’t be foolish. The Night Warriors probably dealt with him and besides,
why on earth would he think to come here?

She took a deep breath. She
unhooked her arms from her backpack and laid it against the stoop. Then she
stepped gingerly onto the porch and peered through the doorway.

The cabin was illuminated with dozens
of candles. They flickered on every surface, bathing the living space in a warm
golden glow. The place smelt fresh and inviting, a mixture of wood and spice.
She guessed that the latter fragrance came from some of the candles.

The pine table was laid for two
and a bottle of white wine sat at the side of the placemats. Beads of
condensation trickled down its surface. It hadn’t long been removed from the
fridge. She licked her lips. After such a long walk, the wine looked delicious.
Then she remembered herself.

What was she doing? A modern-day
Goldilocks—albeit with red hair—sneaking into a cabin in the woods, and eyeing
up the drink? Well, it was her parents’ cabin and whomever the wine belonged to
surely wouldn’t mind her presence.

But the table is laid for two.

Heavy feet on
worn floorboards alerted her to movement in the larger bedroom. She glanced at
the door that shut the lounge area off from the bedrooms and small bathroom.

It couldn’t be. Could it?

As the door
swung wide, she gasped.

Matt…

****

“Hey, gorgeous.”
He filled the doorway with his pure, alpha
presence.
Strong, defined and sure of himself.
Of what
he was and what he could do.

Megan’s mouth dried
up completely and she gaped at him, her stomach turning somersaults. She wanted
to run towards him, to throw herself into his arms and bury her face in his
chest but she couldn’t move. She was fixed to the spot.
Frozen.

What was he
doing here? Why?

But it’s so good to see him…

“I hope you don’t
mind me coming here, Megan.”

He tucked his
thumbs into his black jean pockets and she stared at the way his chest muscles
rippled beneath his tight black t-shirt. His shoulders were so broad.
His neck, so thick and masculine.
Her depths clenched with
desire and she subconsciously pushed out her breasts.

See me. Want me. Need me.

He tilted his
head to one side. “Are…you sure you’re okay, sweetheart? You don’t seem too
happy to see me. I just…I just wanted to see you again. Here. Remember how we
used to come here, Megan? All the good times we had.” He gazed at her with his
warm brown eyes and a thousand memories fluttered through her mind.
Naked, tangled limbs.
Hot, bruised mouths.
Muffled sighs.
Sweet, warm cider to
quench the thirst evoked by their teenaged passion
.

“Yes. I
remember.”

He moved
towards her, crossing the small space in three of his long legged strides.

His fresh pine
scent washed over her, lifting her like refreshing summer rain and she breathed
him in, her heart quickening at his proximity. She tilted her head and feasted
upon his gorgeous visage.

“Matt? What
are you doing here?”

“You are
disappointed.” His face clouded and Megan’s heart sank.

“No. No.” She
shook her head. “Not disappointed.
Just…surprised.
I
mean…it’s good to see you again but…” She lifted her hands then let them fall
to her sides. “But what are we doing here?
Together?
Again?”

Matt searched
her face and she felt heat flood her cheeks at the intensity in his gaze. The
last thing she wanted to do was to hurt him. She loved him. Damn it. She really
did. But she’d made up her mind to let go.
Now.
To move on.
It just wasn’t easy when he was staring at her
with a power that made her whole body blaze with desire.
With
love.
With tenderness.

“I knew you’d
come here before you returned to the city and I had to see you…one last time. I
need to make sure that you know exactly what happened…that I wasn’t responsible
for Mr. Riley’s death. Why I haven’t explained all of this before. I just need
you to know, Megan. Even if you’re still intent on going, after I’ve explained.
Please give me that?”

Megan chewed
her lip. She had never been able to deny him anything. As her lover and her
friend, he had an incredible hold on her. As her Dom, he held her attention and
reached down into her soul. And now, here he was, vulnerable and exposed,
asking her for the opportunity to clear the air. To try to make things better
between them, even to rebuild their relationship.

Part of her
wanted to sing like a bird freed from a cage. If she let him, she could stay
here in Cherub, be his lover, his sub, even his wife. She wouldn’t have to
return to her barren existence in the city with only the cockroaches in the
walls for company. But if she stayed…she would be saying yes to all that Matt
and his club stood for. Could she really do that? Was it what she wanted?

“What’s
worrying you, Megan?”

She frowned.
“What?”

“Your face
keeps contorting as if someone has your feet in a fire. You look pained. What
is it about me
that’s
worrying you?”

She dropped
her eyes to the floor, tracing the lines in the wooden boards, wishing that the
ground could open and swallow her up. Then she wouldn’t have to think about all
of this. It was exhausting.
Draining.

That was the
problem. Her new life was easy because it was so dull. Life with Matt had never
been tedious. It had been fiery, passionate and downright frightening at times
but at least she had been alive.
Really alive.

She reached
out to Matt and caught hold of his t-shirt then pulled him towards her. She
pressed her body against the length of his and rose onto her toes to kiss him.
He resisted at first, frowning in confusion but she felt him harden as she
persisted and suddenly she was flying through the air in his strong arms as he
carried her through to the bedroom.

****

Megan laughed
as Matt threw her onto the bed and began removing her clothes. She tried to
help him but their fingers kept getting tangled, so she just threw her hands
above her head and let him carry on. When she was naked, he stripped off his
jeans and t-shirt. Megan pushed up onto her elbows to see him better.

He was
perfection personified. His muscular tattooed chest heaved as he took quick,
deep breaths. His eyes were flames of passion.
His lips red
with heat.

She reached
for him, encircling his large erection with her left hand and pulled him
towards her.

He made no
move to stop her as he hovered above her. It was clear. They were Matt and
Megan now. Not Dom and sub. This union would be about them, their mutual
desire, their need to be as close as two human beings can be.

She massaged
him with one hand, running the other one over his chest. She tweaked the slight
bud of his male nipple and he gasped. Then she did the same to the other one.
He climbed over her, resting his huge thighs either side of her hips. His balls
hung down, brushing her pussy and she lifted her bottom, eager to feel his sack
against her sex.

She continued
rubbing his cock, using one hand to move from root to tip, the other to circle
his base. As she quickened her touch, he moved with her, fucking her hand, her
handsome face contorted with pleasure. Each time she reached the tiny slit at
the end of his erection, she bumped it with her clit, building her own pleasure
as well as his.

Suddenly, he
opened his eyes. He grabbed her hands and stilled their movement.

He shook his head.
“No. I want to come in you.”

Megan’s heart
swelled and her stomach flipped. She longed to have him buried deep inside her.
To feel his balls smacking her ass as he drove deep into her.

He leant over
and lifted his jeans from the floor then pulled out his wallet. Megan watched
him roll a condom onto his cock before tossing his jeans aside again.

Then he
paused. He stared deep into her eyes and her face and body were flooded with
heat. Her heart beat out his name and she was consumed by her feelings for him.
She knew, for certain, that she wanted Matt to make love to her. But she also
knew, with sudden clarity, that she wanted him back in her life for good. The
thought of losing him, not being with him, not kissing him or holding him ever
again was unbearable.

Tears stung
and she blinked to clear them away. Matt stroked his thumb across her cheek as
one hot bead of moisture escaped. She could see that he felt the same. His gaze
was full of emotion. The small muscle in his jaw twitched as he gazed at her.
He loved her and she knew it. She loved him right back.

She opened her
legs and he
laid
between them, resting his forearms
either side of her head. He lowered onto her gently until their bodies
connected from their feet to their chests. His erection prodded her pussy and
she lifted her hips to open her labia for him.

He slipped in,
inch by wonderful inch, and just lay there. Megan pulsed around him. She ached
with love as she held him there, squeezing him with her inner muscles,
clenching her pussy around him. He kissed her soft and deep, whispering her
name then he began to move gently. In and out, round and round. Megan began to
soar, carried upon waves of intense, delicious pleasure. She breathed him in,
basking in his masculine scent, which reminded her of the forest after a
rainstorm. It was both fresh and heady.
Stimulating yet
earthy.

He was
everything. He always had been.
Her bad boy.

His pace
increased and she bit down on her bottom lip. Her body moved with his, in tune,
in time. They became one.
One being, one heart, one mind.

Then they came
as one.
Gasping.
Thrusting.
Clenching.
Pulsing.
Throbbing.
Powerful explosions that left them both
shuddering and holding onto each other as if the room had been struck by an
earthquake, as if they would be destroyed if they didn’t hold on with
everything that they had.

****

Matt rolled
off Megan. He lay on his back and stared at the log beams that made up the
ceiling. He had known that once he actually made love to Megan, he would
surrender his heart. And now he had. His chest ached with emotion and he
swallowed hard to try to dislodge the lump that threatened to choke him.

Megan had
responded to him as she always had.
As his lover and as his
sub.
Whether they were just Megan and Matt, or in their roles as sub and
Dom, their sex was fierce, overwhelming, all consuming. Holding back when she
had first returned had been his way of maintaining some kind of control over
his emotions, but making love to her, burying his cock deep inside her as he
gazed into her beautiful green eyes, meant that he had given himself to her.
Body, heart and mind.

He wondered
how she was feeling. She was as keen as she had always been…physically. But
there was an air of reservation around her when they weren’t fucking, like a plastic
poncho which held off the rain. What was she afraid of? Could she ever be as
free and happy with him as she had once been?

The thought of
never having her complete surrender again made the lump in his throat swell. Without
Megan, life was damn near worthless. He couldn’t fully satisfy his physical
urges with other women, let alone his emotional ones. If she didn’t want him
now…then he’d just as well give up on love. Get used to existing without
feeling because he knew that he might be able to cloak himself in numbness but
he would never properly heal.

He removed the
full condom and wrapped it in a tissue from the box on the nightstand, and then
turned towards her. Braced
himself
.

Megan smiled
and it warmed him like the beams of the summer sun.

“We need to
talk.” She toyed with her bottom lip. He held his breath. “I mean
…really
talk.”

“I know,
Matt.” She nodded. “It’s high time.”