Lean on Me (The Mackay Sisters)

by Verdenius, Angela

  His hands gentled on her upper arms. “You can tell me anything.”

  “It seems silly now when I think about it.”

  “Is this from your past?” At her nod, he said, “I doubt it was silly at the time. It left a mark on you.”

  “Mmmm.” She looked down at his chest, her fingers playing with the soft material of his t-shirt.

  Wanting to know but refusing to rush her, he waited patiently.

  Finally, she spoke. “I went out with a boy once, in high school.”

  “Most of us did. Well, I went out with girls, but still…”

  “We went to the river with a group of friends. My date for the evening had been drinking, as kids are wont to do when rebelling.”

  “I get the feeling you didn’t rebel much.”

  “I’m boring.” Her smile was whimsical.

  “Boring’s good,” he assured her.

  “Well, anyway, we wandered away from the others. He started kissing me and I kissed him back, then before I knew it I was touching him, you know…”

  Yeah, Matt had a fair idea.

  “I guess I moved too fast for him or something. I just…I guess I read a lot.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I was curious. I won’t lie, his body felt good, or so I thought. I wanted more and I guess…I sort of…”

  “Were a little more passionate than he expected?”

  “Yeah. I kind of attacked him, I guess.” She gave a small, shamed laugh. “One minute he was kissing me, the next I’d pushed him onto his back and had my hands under his shirt and, well, let’s just say he suddenly shoved me away, started mouthing off at how I was a sex-starved slut who pawed at men, and he’d only been going to shag me because he felt sorry for me.” She took a deep breath.

  “Who was he?” Matt demanded. “I’ll find him and punch him out for you right now.”

  “Matt, he was drunk.”

  “I’ll still punch him.”

  “It was years ago.”

  “Makes no difference.”

  Laughing, she hugged him suddenly, resting her cheek against his chest.

  Now Matt cuddled her close, dropping a kiss on top of her head. “He was an idiot.”

  “I guess he crushed my confidence a little.”

  “A little? Love, he smothered your sensuality.”

  “It wasn’t all him. I guess I kind of held back after that, not wanting a repeat performance. Besides, no man ever really interested me enough for me to attempt to try again.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m here to make it all better.” He rubbed his hand up her spine, sliding it down again to rest on one curvy buttock. Thoughtfully, he patted her bottom. “So you have sexy fantasies?”

  “Ummm.” She wriggled a little against him.

  “I can work with that.” He grinned. Oh hell, yeah.

  “I just meant…I like to touch.”

  “Oh boy.”

  “I sort of have this side of me that no one knows about.”

  “I want to know about it.” Hell, yeah.

  She held her breath. “It might turn you off.”

  “Was it anything like what happened on the kitchen floor?”

  “Very likely.”

  “Then, woman, bring it on.”

  Heat was definitely stirring between them, but there was something more she had to say before she gave herself over to the delights of togetherness.

  “Matt?”

  “Yeah?”

  “About Tommy.”

  Give the man credit, he didn’t even stiffen. “Yeah?”

  “I can’t tell you why he was here, but there was a good reason.”

  “Okay.”

  Tipping back her head, she studied him. He returned her gaze calmly. The knowledge that he truly did believe her was amazing.

  “He told me something and swore me to secrecy. That’s it.”

  “Okay.”

  “You’re really okay with that?”

  “As long as it’s not going to hurt you in the long run, yes.”

  “Wow.”

  Leaning down, he brushed a kiss across her lips, light and tantalising.

  “About Harriet,” she mumbled against his lips.

  “Mmm?” He nuzzled the corner of her mouth.

  A shiver went through her. “I can’t tell you why she was here.”

  “Okay.”

  “I can’t believe you’re not asking me anything.”

  Lifting his head up, he regarded her steadily, the flicker of heat in his eyes. “I trust you.”

  Warmth flooded her. “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay then.” His laugh was deep, husky, making her tingle all over. “Then let’s get down to some serious loving.”

  Oh yes. Yes, she wanted him. His hot mouth was trailing down the side of her throat, making fire stutter along her skin in his wake.

  Slowly, so slowly, she edged her hands beneath his t-shirt, sucking in her breath when she felt his skin beneath her hands. Warm, silken skin smoothing over swells of muscle on his back. She traced the swells, tentatively touching and feeling, enjoying the maleness of the man leaning over her.

  His mouth, his lips, his scent and his sure touch as he slid his own hands under her blouse, and the sensation of his palms smoothing up her ribcage had her sucking in her breath deeper. And when those palms cupped her breasts through the bra, she could only close her eyes and press into the firm hold.

  Oh God, she loved it. Loved the feel, the sensation. Good thing she hadn’t been born in the past when women were supposed to lie back and think of England, because as far as Lori was concerned, sex was a two way street. Novice she might be, but she knew what she liked, what she wanted, what she craved.

  Matt gave it to her in spades, his growl of pleasure at her exploring fingers reverberating in her mouth as he kissed her hotly, taking control and so obviously enjoying her touch.

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered huskily, “touch me all you want, because I sure as hell am going to touch you.”

  Those words were a wicked promise, darkly dancing on her skin as he licked the side of her throat in one long, abrasive sweep of his tongue.

  Things seemed to spiral out of control so fast. Dimly she registered the feel of the cool night air on her skin, bare now as he roughly jerked her blouse off her shoulders and flung it aside. Her bra followed while she slid her hand down between them, cupping his length through the fabric of his jeans.

  He welcomed it, hands quickly unsnapping his jeans and pulling the zipper down, nipping at her lips as he took her hand and slid it down the inside of his jocks, allowing her to feel him, groaning as she tentatively curled her hand around his stiffening length.

  “You’re big,” she whispered into his mouth.

  “Trust me, this is nothing.” His own hand slid down the front of her pants. “God bless elastic waists.”

  Anything she was about to say fled at the sensation of him touching her, his nimble fingers sliding through her curls to delve between her labias, rubbing unerringly against the little bud hidden high up between the folds.

  That took her concentration right off him, and she’d have fallen to her knees right then and there if he hadn’t laughed knowingly and withdrawn his hand, using the moment to sweep her pants and panties down. “Kick ‘em off, sweetheart.”

  No time to be self-conscious, not when he plastered himself against her, his bare chest crushing her breasts between them. She didn’t even remember divesting him of his shirt, but the proof was in the absence of it.

  When she tried to reach for him again, he stepped back. “Uh-uh, my hot little piece. You confess to liking to touch, well I’m about to show you that I do, too.”

  Her eyes widened even as a rush of heat went through her.

  Hands at her waist, he spun her about, bending her over the kitchen counter by using his chest at her back and simply leaning down. She could only follow blindly until she rested on her elbows.

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nbsp; Normally she’d have been mortified at knowing her overly generous curves and dimples were on blatant display for him, but he kept her off-balance, using his hand fisted lightly in her hair to pull her head back gently as he placed his lips at her ear. “Brace yourself, love.”

  Brace herself? As he moved back out of her line of vision, she wondered what he meant. Brace herself for what? Was he going to enter her from behind? Oh yes, she’d dreamed of that, fantasised about it.

  One strong thigh nudged hers further apart and she just had time to say, “Matt, what are you-”before she gasped and gripped the bench with both hands, her knuckles going white.

  Oh God! His hand was between her thighs, one finger sliding teasingly between her slick folds, the tip of his finger rubbing her clitoris which peaked, begging for more, while his other hand smoothed along her back, a contradiction of comfort and enticement.

  “Oh sweet heaven, Matt, I-” She shuddered, arching her back as his finger danced around the entrance to her body, the fingertip nudging inside teasingly.

  She’d have snapped her legs together in helpless ecstasy to escape the tormenting finger but his thigh between hers held her open, helpless, and his dark chuckle crackled along her skin, firing her imagination.

  “Do you know what I see, sweet little Lori?” Lust under laid his tone, curled through his words. “Such a sweet little valley you have down here, all shy and hiding, trying to keep your treasures hidden from me.” He bent over her suddenly, his groin against her bottom, his weight pushing his hand harder against her womanhood, making his finger sink a torturous depth into her. He rocked his hips, each movement easing the pressure inside of her only to push his finger deeper in a leisurely penetration. The muscles in his stomach flexed deliciously against her back. “But there’s no hiding from me, Lori.” He bit her shoulder suddenly, firmly, not causing pain but with a definite threat in the gesture.

  Dominance. It was the only word for it. It flashed through her mind like a beacon, making her instinctively push back against him, whimpering as fire danced through her, an invisible string plucking from deep within her womb to where he now played with her clitoris, rubbing, massaging, sliding around it teasingly.

  “I want everything,” he whispered carnally against the side of her mouth right before he fisted his hand in her hair again, turning her head so he could kiss her deeply, ruthlessly.

  And then he was gone, his heated body no longer pressing against her, his hand disappearing from her womanhood.

  The sound of him moving behind her, the rustle of clothes.

  Gasping, her heart hammering, she started to push upwards. Her body was creaming with desire, passion pounded through her blood, and she felt as though she was at once on fire and empty.

  Suddenly his hand was on her back, pushing her down firmly so she lay flat on the kitchen bench. “Stay right there, love. I’m about to have a little taste of paradise.”

  Taste? Her mind swum with delicious possibility, half fearful, half eager but oh, so willing to experience everything Matt had to give her.

  His breath was hot as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the small of her back, making her arch at the delicious heat of it. His hands on her bottom, palming the generous globes before sliding lower and she could only whimper as his thumbs parted her, the cool night air caressing her heated flesh.

  “So wet, love,” he growled huskily. “So ready for me to drink.”

  His next action shocked her, because sure, she’d read about it but had never dreamed it would ever happen to her.

  But it did happen.

  His mouth was suddenly on her, tongue flicking along the cream-touched labias, teeth scraping warningly along the sensitive flesh, and she moaned loudly, hands gripping the bench, coming up on her tip toes but unable to evade the erotically torturous path of his tongue.

  When he caught her clitoris in his mouth and sucked gently, she nearly splintered. Heat consumed her, making her writhe, but his hands gripped her firmly, fingers digging in to hold her for his explorations.

  “Oh God, Matt,” she whimpered. “Please!”

  “Oh yeah.” He licked the seam of her body. “You please me very much, Lori.” His laugh was low and carnal.

  She thought he couldn’t possibly do more, right up until he parted her folds further, opening her completely, and placing his lips over the entrance to her womanhood, he sucked firmly, drawing on her, flicking her clitoris gently before pressing it up against her.

  Sending her crashing over the cliff in a burst of fiery sensations, her skin burning with the heat that poured through her.

  He didn’t stop, ruthlessly pushing her over once more, using teeth and tongue to push her higher when she came down, keeping her nerves strung tight and her stomach muscles fluttering, her blood pounding and her heartbeat thundering in her ears as the muscles in her sheath spasmed, trying to grasp something not there even as she orgasmed.

  The emptiness wasn’t there when she came back down because Matt was inside her, his thighs hard against hers as he thrust in deep, his shaft pushing through her swollen folds and deep into her sheath, making the muscles clamp down on him.

  Not completely over the orgasm, she could only arch up, push back, try to get as close to him as she could, straining to take him in deeper and deeper.

  He rode her hard, pounding into her with force, rocking her hard against the kitchen bench. The only thing keeping her in place was Matt, his body invading hers as easily, as ruthlessly efficient as his hands held her hips.

  Thick, hard, long, his shaft invaded the depths, his hips thrust hard, his thighs against hers as his groin nudged her delicate folds.

  All she could do was take what he gave her, take it all, every last hard, punishing pummel that finally threw her over the edge once more.

  His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him so she met him as he thrust forward.

  Taking her.

  Giving to her.

  Her name was a ragged growl in the air, dimly she felt him shift, stiffen, and then he was holding her, pulling her even though she couldn’t get closer, her opening right against the root of his shaft, pressed against him so that there wasn’t even an inch between them.

  His orgasm almost ripped through her, it was so fierce, his body shuddering as he shoved hard once more against her and then just strained, pushing and pushing until finally with a gasp he slumped over her back, his breath hot and panting against her skin.

  Dazed by the sensations that had stormed through her, she floated dreamily, caught between satisfaction and the downright rightness of it all. Matt slumped over her was comforting, a reminder of who had made such roughly passionate, love to her.

  She couldn’t help but smile almost giddily. God, she’d never dreamed she’d be on the receiving end of one of her fantasies. Never in a million years had she ever thought she would be the one to have Matt Winters in her body.

  Deliciously, darkly, cravenly, and oh, so erotically.

  Minutes passed before she felt him shift, his mouth brushing a kiss across her back. “You okay, love?”

  “Mmmm.” It was all she could manage.

  He gave a laugh, slapping her lightly on one buttock as he straightened, and she caught her breath as he slid from her, unaware until right at that moment that he’d still been buried inside her.

  It made her insides tingle and she stretched upwards, using her hands to arch back.

  Now she became aware that it was dark. Somehow while caught up in that magical world in which Matt had pulled her, evening had given way to night and she hadn’t even been aware of it. Wow. That said something for the whole prurient experience.

  Something banged and Matt swore.

  Lori started to laugh.

  “Damn, it’s dark in here.” He fumbled along the wall and then another bang had him grunting. “There’s the bin.” It opened, shut and then his voice neared. “Laugh at me, will you?”

  She shrieked but couldn’t even see where he
was to dodge him.

  He caught her, or actually he grabbed her breast. “Oops. Sorry.”

  “Are you sure?” She grasped his arm.

  “Nah.” He laughed. “Where’s the light?”

  “We can’t turn the light on with the curtains open.”

  “Why?”

  “Because Shirley might see us.”

  “I dare you.”

  “No!”

  “Fine. Then we’ll just have to find our way to your bed in the dark.” He paused. “Do you have a torch?”

  “Of course.” Hand out, she moved along the kitchen bench until she came to the drawers. Opening it, she fumbled inside and finally wrapped her hand around the torch handle. Flicking it on, she shone it towards the wall. “Tah-dah.”

  “I’ll give you tah-dah.” Matt caught her around the waist, plucking the torch from her grasp while planting a lusty kiss on her mouth.

  “Mmm.” She could have gotten lost in that kiss but he pulled away with a laugh, keeping one arm around her waist. “Onwards to your bed.”

  “You’re staying the night?”

  Stopping, he looked down at her, his expression serious in the shadows cast by the torch. “Is that all right?”

  She smiled. “Of course.”

  “Good, because I was staying regardless.”

  She smacked his arm.

  He lightly slapped her bum in retaliation before palming a plump globe and saying, “Let’s go, sexy.”

  Normally she’d have been self-conscious to be naked before anyone other than her sister, but Matt’s presence was so right, so comfortable, that she simply leaned into his side.

  Plus it was gloomy and he couldn’t see her properly anyway.

  Grinning, she snuggled closer.

  Matt kissed the top of her head and led the way to the bedroom.

  ~*~

  The morning dawned and Lori only stirred when the warm body behind her shifted away. Giving a moan of protest, she snuggled further under the doona.

  Pleasantly tired from a night where she’d twice been woken by Matt to lusty sessions of sensuality and laughter, she was only dimly aware of him moving around the room. The lamp by the bed flared on and she pulled the doona over her head.

  Laughing softly, Matt pulled the doona down to her shoulders. “’Morning, love.”