Maybe Matt's Miracle (18 page)

How did he know I have a headache? “It’s nothing,” I say.

We pull up at my apartment and park on the side of the street. Matt takes my hand as we walk inside. When the elevator doors close, he pulls me against his front, and I can feel the length of him pressed against my bottom. Goodness. He’s ready for whatever we’re about to do.

We walk through the door, and I throw my keys onto the kitchen table.

“
Why did you bring me here?” he asks. His words whip around the room like lightning, striking me harder than he probably intended.

“
I…” I can’t verbalize it. I can’t tell him.

“
You what?” he asks. He walks slowly toward me and cups the side of my neck with his hand. He’s gentle and tender, and yet I can feel how much he wants me. I might even be able to feel how much he loves me, even though I’m not sure what that is yet. Is it real? I don’t know enough about it to be sure. “Why did you bring me here?”

I dip my head and push my forehead against his chest. I breathe in the scent of him and hold it deep inside me. I don’t want to exhale and let it go. It’s woodsy and manly and clean, and it’s all Matt. “I feel like I have been emotionally assaulted, Matt,” I say quietly. “And when it was all over, I needed someone who could make me feel safe.” I look up at him, and his blue eyes don’t even blink. “I needed someone who cares for me.”

Matt scoops me up in his arms, one arm beneath my knees and the other behind my back. I squeal in surprise. He laughs and carries me into my bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind us. “How long do we have before you have to pick up the girls?” he asks. He sits down on the side of my bed and takes off his boots. He’s moving quickly, and he grins.

I kick my sneakers off and pull my shirt over my head. “Hours,” I say. I unbutton my jeans and push them down my legs, stepping out and kicking them to the side. Matt licks his lips. He tugs my arm when I reach behind my back to unfasten my bra. “Slow down just a little,” he says. “I’m not going to rush the first time I get to love you.”

My heart trips a beat. “Okay,” I say quietly. I sit down on the side of the bed and cross my arms over my chest. I’m feeling a little self-conscious, particularly since I’m not wearing sexy undies. I’m wearing everyday panties and my ratty, old comfy bra.

Matt taps my chin with a crooked finger, and I look up at him. “Stop thinking,” he says. He stands up and unfastens his belt, then pulls the belt from the buckle. He shoves his jeans down over his hips, and I can’t jerk my eyes away when I see that his boxers are tented by his… God, he’s huge. “Stop thinking about that, too,” he says over a laugh.

“
Lie down on your stomach,” he says. He walks into my bathroom and comes back with a bottle of lotion. I crawl across the bed and lay my head on my pillow, my arms crossed beneath it. I watch him as he walks slowly toward me. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he says quietly. He sits down beside me and squirts some lotion into his hands, then rubs them together briskly to warm it up.

“
What are you doing?” I ask.

“
Taking care of you,” he says. His hip touches mine, and then his warm, slick hands land on my naked shoulders. He applies pressure with his slippery fingertips, and it feels so damn good that a moan leaves my throat. “This okay?” he asks.

I moan again and nod my head, jamming my face into my pillow. “Please don’t stop.” I say.

He chuckles. “I won’t.” He does lift his hands for a minute, though, so that he can climb up to straddle my bottom. He doesn’t put any of his weight on me, but I can feel him, heavy and hard on top of my lower back. “Can I undo this?” he asks quietly, his voice suddenly rough and abraded when he pulls gently on my bra fastening.

“
Yes,” I squeak into my pillow.

“
What?” he asks with a laugh.

I turn my face and say quietly, “Yes, please.” Then I bury my face in the pillow again so he won’t see how flushed my skin is.

He unclasps my bra and pulls it out of his way, and then his thumbs begin to do miraculous things up and down my spine. I sink into the mattress after a few minutes, going almost limp as he attacks my muscles one by one, moving from my neck to my shoulder to my back and down to my bottom. He stops when he reaches the elastic of my panties.

“
Don’t stop,” I whimper.

“
Tell me what happened with your mother,” he says when he has me sated and happy.

“
I don’t want to,” I mutter.

He lifts his hands from my body. “I’ll stop now, then,” he says. Then he waits.

I heave in a breath. “Please don’t stop,” I beg. I have never had anyone take such great care with me. I’ve never had anyone who wasn’t paid to give me a massage try to do so. I have ever felt such…affection? I don’t even know what it is, but I do know it’s foreign.

“
Talk to me, Sky,” he says. He lifts himself, and I immediately turn to see where he’s going, but he just moves farther down my legs. I sigh with contentment when he starts to rub the backs of my thighs.

I talk. I tell him everything that happened with my mother while he works his magic on my body. He grunts when it’s appropriate to the story, and his hands get harsh when he’s angry, but then they gentle. He listens. And he takes care of me, all the way down to my toes.

“
I knew they’d met,” Matt admits. “I didn’t know it was a secret,” Matt says when I tell him about Kendra and my mother having lunch. “She liked your mom, and she really regretted the situation she was in.”

Matt’s fingers hook in the hips of my panties, and he gives a gentle tug. He stops. “Is this okay?” he asks as he pulls my panties down under my butt cheeks. He takes in a quick breath, and my heartbeat jumps.

“
Yeah,” I whisper, smiling into my pillow. I lift my hips, and he pulls them all the way down my legs. I know he can see my ass, and then suddenly his hands are
there
. “God.”

He pulls back. “Too much?” he asks.

“
Not enough,” I tell him.

He sucks in another breath, and his hands settle on my ass cheeks again. He squeezes and lifts and rubs, and he lets out a groan that seems so much like the one stuck in my throat.

My muscles feel like rubber, like I couldn’t stand if I wanted to.

“
Roll over,” he says quietly. He pats my bottom. “Wait,” he says when I hesitate. He slides his fingers up my inner thighs and parts my flesh. “Thank God,” he says.

“
What?” I ask. I look at him from over my shoulder.

“
You’re wet. I was hoping it wasn’t just me,” he says. “You got me so turned on that I don’t know what to do next.” He parts my lower lips with his fingertips and slides a finger inside me. I push back against him.

“
You can keep doing that,” I suggest. I gasp as he pushes forward, adding another finger. I lift to meet him.

He chuckles. “I can’t get to anything from here,” he says. He pulls out of me and slaps my butt with his wet hand. “Roll over.”

I pull the sheet to cover my middle and roll over. Matt comes up to kiss me. God, he takes like everything I ever wanted. He tugs playfully at my sheet.

“
This has to go,” he says with a laugh.

I clutch it to me. “I’ll be naked,” I whisper.

“
That’s what I’m going for,” he whispers back playfully. He tugs the sheet again, and I let it slide away from me. I pick up the pillow and put it over my face. I’m embarrassed, but I don’t want him to stop. I would stab him if he stopped right now. My clit is thrumming so hard that I can feel it in my entire body.

He whistles like a dockworker when my body is bare. His hands slide up and down my sides, gentle and soft, but with an intensity like I’ve never known. It’s almost as if he’s memorizing the lines of me. He pulls my hands back and says, “I’m so sorry. I think I just drooled on you.”

I laugh and lift the pillow to look down at him. But his eyes are on my breasts. He cups them in his big, tattooed hands and plumps them.

“
God, they’re so perfect,” he says. Then he takes my nipple into his mouth. It’s not a gentle lick. It’s a pull that reaches the very center of me. He laves my nipple, rolling it against the roof of his mouth as he toys with the other breast with his fingertips. I pull the pillow back over my face because if I keep looking at him as he looks into my eyes and plays me, I’ll explode.

“
Matt, please,” I beg.

He lifts the pillow from my eyes and tosses it off the bed. His eyes are deep blue, his pupils wide and intense as he kisses his way down my stomach. “I told you I’d take care of you,” he says. “Patience.” His breath tickles my belly button just before his tongue dips inside.

Matt pushes my legs apart and settles between my thighs, his exhales teasing the little strip of hair at the apex of my thighs.

“
I like this,” he says as he brushes it with his thumb. I arch my hips toward his pressing fingers.

“
Matt,” I beg. I’m going to be a quivering, pleading mess if he doesn’t get on with it. “Please.” Oh crap. I already am.

His thumbs part my folds, and he slides two fingers inside me. I lift my head to watch him as he licks across my clit. But it’s not enough. I squirm, and he rewards me by pushing his fingers deeper. He crooks his fingers and presses down with his hand just above my pubic bone, and his lips latch on to my throbbing clit.

“
Oh my God,” I breathe.

He lifts his head just long enough to say, “Nope. Just Matt.”

I thread my fingers through his hair and push his head back to where I want it. He latches on again, and licks against my clit in time with the thrusts of his crooked fingers. I grip the sheets in my hands, squeezing tightly, because Matt is about to break me. I can feel the build up. I keen and cry out and arch my hips to meet him. Then he starts to hum against my tender flesh.

I shatter.

I break.

I fall apart.

I come.

And Matt pushes me all the way through it. He takes me to the top of the cliff, and then he throws me over it. But he’s there to catch me when I fall. His fingers pull out of me while his gentle suckle on my clit turns to a solid, secure lick. He coaxes every tremor from me, every quake, every shake, and when I can’t take any more, I push his head back. He reaches back and pulls the rubber band from his ponytail. I messed his hair up, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He wipes his face on the sheet and then comes up to kiss me. I can smell me on his breath, but it’s beautiful. His hair hangs like a veil around us, but I can’t even lift my arms to push it back.

“
You okay?” he asks.

I moan because words won’t even leave my throat. They’re stuck somewhere between my sated brain and limp body.

“
I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, and he falls over, landing beside my naked body. I can’t even turn my head to look at him. He kisses my cheek and rolls me over so that my bottom is nestled in his lap. “Go to sleep,” he says. His arm is beneath my head, and his other arm wraps around my waist.

I want to take care of him, too, but I can’t move. “I can’t sleep,” I murmur. “I have to pick up the girls.”

He presses a kiss against my hair. “I’ll wake you up in time,” he says softly. “Sleep.”

“
You sure?” I murmur. It’s not like I could move if I wanted to.

“
Let me hold you,” he says. He brushes my hair down between us and pulls the blanket over our bodies.

“
Mmm,” I murmur. But darkness is already crowding the corners of my vision.

“
I love you,” he says quietly, just as I let sleep overtake me. I let Matt overtake me. I let peace overtake me for the first time ever.

Matt

I wake up to the feel of a warm, feminine body draped over mine. I look down and see a blond head as it bends to kiss my chest. I reach down, gathering her hair as I say, “Sky?” and try to blink the sleep from my eyes.

She stills and looks up at me, her brows drawing together. “Who else would it be?” she asks. She’s straddling me, and she moves like she’s going to get off my hips, but I hitch my hands under her arms and lift her higher so I can kiss her. She resists. “Who else would it be?” she asks again.

She’s serious. Fuck. I messed that up.

“
No one,” I say. I scrub a hand down my face. “I was asleep and you’re kind of kissing my chest and sitting on my dick at the same time, and I woke up and it seemed very strange. That’s all.”

“
You knew who I was, right?”

I don’t even need to think about my answer. “Of course.” I did. Really, I did. “I was just confirming what a lucky son of a bitch I am by getting you to look at me while you kiss my chest and sit on my dick.”

She snorts and buries her face in my chest, putting all of her weight on me. “I’m not quite sitting on your dick,” she says quietly. I rock against her center, which is slippery wet against me.

“
I know. Can you fix that, please?” I say. I make like I’m trying to adjust her hips, but I know I need to get a condom first. I might have been asleep, but I’m not stupid.

She lifts up a little and points down toward my dick. “I’m a little intimidated by that,” she whispers playfully.

I chuckle. “Why? I promise it won’t hurt you. I’ll make sure he behaves.” I hug her to me. My heart is almost full to bursting, and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do. Well, I’d kind of like to fuck her, too, but I do have priorities, even right now.

“
I wasn’t talking about your…parts.” Her face gets all rosy.

A laugh bursts from my throat. “Parts? You talk about me like I’m a washing machine.”

“
Washing machines are not pierced, Matt,” she says.

“
Oh,” I breathe. “You mean that.” I run my fingers through her hair like a comb. “It won’t bite. I promise.”

“
I was kind of looking while you were sleeping,” she admits.