Sweetest Sorrow (Forbidden Book 2) (10 page)

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"
O
h God
, yes," Genna moaned, tossing her head back and closing her eyes. Sweat coated her flushed face. Goose bumps sprung up along her skin. "Holy fuck, that feels so good. Don't stop. Never stop. More. More. More."

Laughter rung out from across the room. "Should I be jealous?"

Genna peeked an eye open. Matty stood in the doorway to the kitchen, filthy from head-to-toe. Sweat soaked him, his dirty clothes clinging to his bronzed skin. He'd spent so much time working under the sun that parts of him, like his shoulders and his cheeks, were pink with sunburn.
Ugh, that's gotta suck
.

"Probably," Genna replied, closing her eyes again. "I'd definitely be jealous, you know, if it weren't happening to me."

Footsteps started in her direction, careful and measured. A soft smile touched Genna's lips as he approached. Cool air blew down on her from the vent in the kitchen ceiling. It wasn't cold, no, but compared to the desert heat, it felt glorious. She could stand there forever, in that exact spot, and die a happy woman. For over two weeks, Genna had felt like she'd been
baking
in that house.

"I can't remember the last time you looked so… satisfied," Matty said. "Starting to make me question my skills in bed."

Genna's smile grew. "You're alright."

"Just alright?"

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't say it's anything to write home about."

More laughter. Genna opened her eyes, gazing at Matty. He stood just a few feet in front of her, close enough to reach out and touch him if she wanted to.

"What a shame. I would've liked to see you write home to tell your father about all the spectacular sex we've been having."

"Right?" Genna sighed dramatically. "What a shame. Instead, I'll have to tell him about the ancient air conditioner and how it's blowing my goddamn mind by, you know, blowing."

Matty grasped her hips, stepping even closer. "I'm definitely getting jealous now."

"I told you—you should be." Genna wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing at him, as her fingers ran through the hair at the nape of his neck. His hair was getting longer. He needed to get it cut. Hell, he needed to shave. He could use some better deodorant, too, because whatever he'd been using hadn't been working. The man was a mess... a filthy, smelly, desperately-needed-a-shower kind of mess. But he was
her
mess. "You know, it's totally true what they say: you don't know what you've got until that shit is taken away."

He grinned. "Is that what they say?"

"Yep. You don't appreciate it until you don't have it anymore… like air conditioning. And Wi-Fi. Even a computer. Hell, any kind of technological device, for that matter. This place doesn't even have an electric can opener. They have one of those that you gotta crank with your own hand."

Matty gasped in mock horror. "What monsters."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. It's so disconnected from reality… from
my
reality. I miss movies. And music. And Netflix."

"Porn," Matty chimed in.

"Even porn," Genna agreed. "Maybe that's what you need to spice up that mediocre sex you've been dishing out."

He nudged her. "I don't know. I don't think a lowly commoner like me is fit to please royalty. Might take more than porn to get me up to par."

"More like what?"

"Like practice," he said. "Practice makes perfect... that's another thing they say."

He leaned in for a kiss, but Genna's hand shot up, coming between them to cover her mouth. She stepped back, his hands falling from her hips. "No offense, but you kind of reek."

"I reek?"

"Yeah, you smell like... ugh, I don't know how to describe it. You smell like a man, but times ten. You need to take a shower. Like, STAT. Before the neighbors think something died out here."

"There are no neighbors."

"Then the buzzards. Or vultures. Or whatever those freaky ass birds are that look like Grim Reapers with faces like Red Skull."

His eyes widened. "Is that a comic book reference?"

"It's a movie reference. They make them into movies, you know. I watched it. The red dude was ugly. He was freaky looking, like the birds. But quit changing the subject."

"The subject being that I smell like a corpse."

"Pretty much."

After she dropped her hands, Matty carefully leaned in, leaving a small peck of a kiss on her lips, one she didn't attempt to ward off. "Enjoy your air conditioning, Princess. I'm going to go hose off."

He headed upstairs, leaving her in the kitchen alone. It lasted a minute or so before the silence grew too much, the novelty of the cool air wearing off. She trekked after him, hearing the shower running in the bathroom, and considered barging in but thought better of it. Shower sex, while hot in theory, was one thing that should
only
happen in porn. Something about being drenched and sliding around on slippery porcelain while trying to get some kind of rhythm going without drowning spelled disaster for Genna.

So instead, she wandered around, ending up in the boy's bedroom again. She plopped down on the old Batman comforter and grabbed a book from his bookshelf, mindlessly flipping through the pages. Matty finished in a matter of minutes, exiting the bathroom naked except for the towel around his waist. It was white and flimsy, stolen from one of the cheap motels they'd stayed in.

"You smell better," Genna called out as he started to pass by. "Or well, I
think
so. You don't stink from here."

Matty strolled into the bedroom, ignoring her comments. "Give up on your orgasmic air conditioning experience?"

Genna motioned toward the ceiling above the bed, to the perfectly placed vent. "I still feel it. Novelty kind of wore off, though."

"I suspect you'll be saying that about me someday."

Genna laughed as he sat down, nearly flashing her when the towel came loose. "What makes you think I don't already say it?"

He glanced around. "Because there's nobody around for you to say it to."

"Touché."

"Got you on a technicality." Matty cupped her cheeks with both hands, framing her face. "Guess that means I win for now."

"For now."

Matty kissed her, another peck like the one downstairs, before deepening it, his tongue gliding along her lips. Shifting positions, he pushed her back against the bed, leaning overtop of her. Genna kissed him back, losing herself in the moment, until his hand slid up her inner thigh, finding its way through the bottom of her shorts.

Breaking from the kiss, she pushed against him. "No, wait, we can't…"

Matty pulled away, sighing, and removed his hand. He grabbed the towel as he stood, attempting to wrap it around his waist, but Genna snatched ahold of it. "No, I mean,
wait
."

He shot her a confused look, loosening his grip on the towel, letting her yank it away. She tossed it on the floor behind her, discarding the thing, as her eyes drifted along his torso, following the happy trail right down to her happy place.

Wow
.

He was hard, without a doubt, harder than Genna had probably ever seen him. Poor guy had blue balls. They'd been joking earlier, about the mediocre sex, but the truth was sex had been scarce.

"I wouldn't call myself modest or anything," Matty said, "but you're examining my dick pretty hardcore and I'm starting to get a little self-conscious about it."

Genna's eyes darted to his face, her cheeks growing warm.

"Hey, it's okay," he said, cupping her chin and tilting her face up. "We don't have to do anything. You owe me nothing. I can knock it out in the shower if I need to, if you know what I mean. Not a problem."

His voice was playful, and she knew he was genuine, but man, those words made her feel guilty.
You owe me nothing
. He truly believed that. She could tell. But it was a lie, because she owed him the universe. She was his world, maybe, but Matty was the sun. Without the world, the sun would keep on burning, but without the sun, eventually, the world would die. Not to be melodramatic, but that was how she felt. Matty burned so bright that he kept her breathing, he kept her living, he made it so that she could create life. Without him, she'd be lonely, dark, and cold, withering away until there was nothing.

And he didn't even know it.

"I want to," she said, placing her hand on his thigh. "But it's just, you know... we can't do it
here
."

Matty's brow furrowed. "Why?"

"Because it's a little kid's room."

"Not anymore," he said. "They're long gone, Genna. They left before getting an electric can opener, remember? The kid who slept in this room is probably a hell of a lot older than us now."

"I know, but still... there are baseball posters and Boxcar Children books and I'm sitting on a freaking Batman blanket."

He looked around. "We can get rid of it all."

"No," she said quickly. "Ugh, that feels even worse. I can't throw away the kid's things just to ease my guilt over defiling his room."

"So, what, the shower?"

She rolled her eyes, standing up, and pushed him toward the doorway. "No, we'll just go across the hall. There's a bed in there."

Matty let her drag him to the room across the hall. "Pretty sure a kid slept in here at some point, too."

"Probably, but it doesn't matter," she said, wrapping her arms around him as he backed her up to the bed. "There's no Batman blanket."

Matty laughed, laying her down on the bare mattress. It was old, and not so comfortable, and she cringed to think of how unhygienic it might be, but goddammit, it was a
bed
, and they were going to use it. "What's your problem with Batman?"

"It just feels so innocent," she whispered. "Everything in there seemed so pure."

"And this room is, what? Not so innocent?"

"You could say that," she said as he nuzzled into her neck. "It feels cold. Figuratively speaking, and not literally, because it's still hot as fuck in here."

He hummed in response, placing a kiss on her throat, his teeth grazing her skin and lightly biting. Genna gasped, tilting her head, as she ran her fingers through his damp hair. Matty made easy work of her clothes, slipping them off and tossing them on the floor. She lay beneath him, stark naked, goose bumps springing up along her skin. His hands were all over her, touching, caressing, and leaving a trail of fire from his fingertips.

Matty reached between them, his hand drifting between her legs, stroking her inner thighs before he made his way to her middle. A chill radiated down Genna's spine, tingles encompassing her.

"So soft," he whispered, rubbing her clit with his fingers. "I've loved that about you since the very beginning. The Ice Princess had a soft spot."

"For you," she mumbled.

"For me," Matty said. "All mine, nobody else's… it'll never belong to anyone but me."

Genna smirked. "You're kind of hot when you get possessive."

He pulled back a bit to look at her. "You think so?"

She playfully scrunched up her nose. "Maybe."

Matty laughed under his breath, pulling his hand away from her to grasp himself. He stroked a few times, not that he needed to. He was still rock hard.

Shoving her knees further apart, Matty settled between her legs, not hesitating before lining up and slowly pushing in. His eyes fluttered closed, practically rolling in the back of his head, as he filled her, a soft growl escaping. "Fuck."

He rocked against her, pulling out before pushing back in. It was slow and sweet, and Genna waited for him to increase his pace, to give her more.

It didn't happen.

"More," Genna whispered, coaxing him. "Please."

Matty moved a tad bit faster, a barely noticeable increase. Genna dug her rigid nails into his back, repeating her words.

"Please, Matty.
More
."

If he heard her, he certainly didn't listen, because he kept moving at the same pace. Genna gave him a moment, thinking maybe he was just trying to get his bearings, figuring he'd pick it up soon enough, but when it didn't happen, she lost a bit of her patience, realizing it was intentional.

He was being careful.
Too
careful.

"I'm not breakable," she said. "You're not going to break me. I'm pregnant, not helpless."

Matty pulled back a bit, propping himself up on his elbows, as he stared down at her. After a moment, he kissed her lips, softly and sensually, barely a peck before whispering, "I know."

Yet he went right back to what he'd been doing.

"I swear to God, Matteo Barsanti," Genna growled. "If you don't
fuck
me—"

In a blink, Matty shoved her knees up, opening her legs wider, as he slammed into her. Genna gasped, eyes widening with surprise, as he looked down at her, his expression serious. "Is that better?"

Genna nodded. "Uh-huh."

A smile cracked his face. Leaning down, he kissed her, a few quick pecks. "Whatever the lady wants."

That was it. Those were the last words spoken. Genna's knees were forced against her chest, her legs over Matty's shoulders, as he thrust hard... as he started fucking her. She whimpered, grasping at his skin. He gave her all of himself, not holding back, but he never went too far.

He was still, somehow, careful.

He knew her limits. He knew her needs. He knew what made her tick. He knew what she wanted from him. And he gave it to her—fucking her, yes, but with mercy. Fucking her so she knew who was in control, so she knew he wouldn't dare hurt her.

The pressure built inside of her, an orgasm coming on. She clung to Matty, gasping, as it rocked through her. Her body convulsed with pleasure, and Matty let out a throaty groan. It didn't take him long after that. Her orgasm was just waning when he let loose. Genna felt him spilling inside of her, the warmth spreading between them. He nuzzled into her neck, grunting, forcing her legs so far against her that her thighs ached.

After a few more thrusts, he stilled, just lying there.

"Matty?" Genna whispered.

"Yeah?"

"You're killing my legs."

He laughed, letting go of her, and pulled out as he moved. Flopping over on the bed beside her, he stretched out and closed his eyes. Genna rolled over onto her side, gazing at him. Sweat glistened from his skin. He hadn't stayed clean long after that shower. Her eyes scanned him, from his face and down his chest, drifting right toward his cock. She let out a laugh, shaking her head.