Society Girls: Matisse

by Crystal Perkins

  “You want me to go?”

  “Of course not. Someone has to get him, though!”

  I need them both to calm down, so I offer a solution. “Matisse can go and get him. She’s in my office.” I turn to one of the nurses. “Can you go and get her?”

  “Why is Matisse in your office?” Tegan asks me with a smirk on her face. Not even contractions can stop these women from investigating.

  “You’re about to have a baby.”

  “Really? I had no clue, Kenny. Now answer the damn question.”

  “Matisse is in my office because we were having a conversation when the alarm went off.”

  “Did this conversation involve tongues and mouths.”

  “Yes. Those are both necessary for having a conversation, Tegan.”

  “Let me re-phrase. Were your tongues in each other’s mouths?”

  “No. We were interrupted,” Matisse says from the door.

  Is she seriously doing this now? I grab her arm and pull her into the room next door. “Don’t do that here.”

  “Do what?”

  “Advertise what we do to my staff.”

  “You sent one of your staff to collect me from your office. I don’t think she thought I was waiting in there for a shot.”

  “They know I’m tutoring you. Why couldn’t you have just gone along with that for now?”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” she says, seeming to think about it before glaring at me. “Maybe because I didn’t think I was some dirty secret, asshole.”

  “You’re not. I just don’t like everyone knowing our business.”

  “And I don’t like hiding.”

  This is not a conversation for right now, and I have to get back in the other room. “Can you pick up Ethan?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Tegan needs Ethan here, and I said you’d get him.”

  “Anything else you’re offering me up for, Kendrick?”

  “I didn’t think you’d mind picking up her son while she’s in labor.”

  “I don’t. I’m happy to do it.”

  “Then you should go.”

  “Yeah, I really should.”

  “That’s not what I meant. Do you have to twist everything I say? Babies don’t adhere to schedules, so I don’t know how much time you have to get Ethan.”

  “I’m not an idiot.”

  “I can’t have this discussion, or any discussion with you right now. We’ll talk later.”

  I walk away before things escalate any further. We’re both angry, and I don’t want to say things I’ll regret later. I have a baby to deliver, and we’ll see what happens after that.

  * * *

  Matisse

  I slam my hands on the steering wheel at every stoplight. I’m mad at Kendrick, but I’m also mad at myself for potentially blowing things out of proportion. Tegan’s having a baby, and the Doc and I aren’t even in a relationship yet. Maybe he was just trying to keep things under wraps until we figured things out. Or maybe he really did want to keep me hidden. Either way, picking up Ethan’s more important than our fight.

  One of Ainsley’s team texts me to let me know she’s hacked the school’s system and added me to the approved pick-up list, so I walk inside with a confident gait. The looks I get from the school office staff make me feel less confident inside, but I don’t let it show. Darcy’s only been training us for a few months, but I’m proud of the fact I can hide my urge to gouge their eyes out. So what if I have a Monroe piercing and some tattoos? That doesn’t make me a bad person.

  “Matisse?”

  I turn and smile at Ethan. He’s the perfect combination of Tegan and Caleb wrapped up in a teenage boy. “Hi, E. Your mom’s having the baby.”

  “No way! We have to go!”

  I laugh as he pulls me outside and to my car. He asks me all kinds of questions I have no answers for, before finally giving up and checking his phone. When he lifts his phone to take a pic of me driving, I glare at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “One of the guys saw you in the office, but no one believed you were there for me. I needed proof.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah. You’re hot, Matisse.”

  “I’ll be sure to tell your mom you used me to up your ‘cool factor’.”

  “Um, you don’t have to do that. She’s having a baby. She should only be thinking happy thoughts.”

  “And you should be remembering how to treat women. From what I’ve been told, you were raised better.”

  “I’m sorry. I was raised right, but something’s different now. I feel different.”

  “It’s called hormones, and they pretty much suck—both for girls and for guys. You’re going to act stupid, but just try to remember that girls may pretend to like the ‘bad’ guy, but the only guys worth their time are the ones who treat them right.”

  “I will, I promise. You won’t tell my mom I was a jerk, right?”

  “I think we can keep this time between us, but don’t let me see it happen again.”

  “You know, most of my guy friends are jealous that I get to spend so much time around all you women, but they have no idea. It’s like having a bunch of aunts who call you on all your shit.”

  “It probably is, but you can handle it.”

  “Yeah, I can.”

  As soon as we’re inside, Ethan runs for the elevators, waiting impatiently for me to catch up so I can use my eye scan to take us to the hospital wing downstairs. I don’t follow him as he runs for his mom’s room, and I’m not sure if I should go home or wait. I said I’d wait, but that was before Kendrick yelled at me.

  “Matisse, Kendrick asked me to order dinner for you. Do you know what you want?” the nurse manning their station asks me. I think her name is Liz.

  “He did?”

  “Yes. He said you’d be waiting for him in his office, and he wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

  “We’re studying,” I blurt out, trying to protect him, even though I’m still a little hurt by what happened earlier.

  “That’s not what he said.”

  “It isn’t?”

  “Nope. He said you were waiting for him because he’s dating you.”

  I try not to smile too wide, but I know I fail. “Oh yeah. We are. Dating, I mean. I wasn’t sure if he’d told anyone.”

  “He told us all, and frankly, we’re really happy about it. He needs someone fun, and it’s obvious to us all that you care about him.”

  “I do.”

  “Good, now let’s call up for your food.”

  Once the order’s placed, I retreat to his office, and pull my tablet out of my purse. I have plenty of studying to keep me busy while I wait. Most pressing right now, besides science, is Librarian 101. Okay, it’s not really called that, but Isa’s class is all about old-school research and critical thinking. Looking down at my tablet in defeat, I realize it’s not going to help me with this, but then I realize something that will.

  I stand up and get to the door just in time for my meal to be delivered by another one of the nurses. “Oh, thanks. Do you think I could eat it in the medical library?”

  “Sure. We eat in there sometimes when Kendrick has us studying up on something.”

  “Great. When he’s done, can you let him know where I am?”

  “Of course. Enjoy your meal, and your studying.”

  I’ll definitely enjoy the meal, but the studying—not so much. Failing any of these classes isn’t an option; although, I wouldn’t want to fail even if it was. I like some classes more than others, but I understand that they’re all important, so I won’t ever half-ass one of them, no matter how bored I am. Let the medical research begin.

  Chapter 4

  Kendrick

  “Here’s your girl,” I tell Tegan as the baby slips into my hands.

  The new mother slumps back against her pillows and lets out a deep sigh. Sometimes second babies make a fast appearance, but others like this one want to make their mommy work
a little harder. Tegan is covered in sweat, and will probably pass out any minute. Caleb cuts the umbilical cord, and I expect him to join us while we check his daughter out.

  I’m wrong. When I look back to the bed, he’s placing little kisses all over Tegan’s sweaty face and telling her he loves her. She tries to reach up and touch his face, but her arm drops. He picks it up and holds it in his own. That right there is love in its most beautiful form—a man who loves his wife above all else, and will make her feel cherished before checking on their child. Children should always be important, but so should a spouse, and it’s obvious that both of them know this.

  I swaddle the little girl, and walk her over to the bed. “She’s perfectly healthy,” I tell them.

  “Thank you so much, Kenny. For everything.”

  “I won’t say it was my pleasure, but I’m happy I could help you bring this little one into the world. Do you have a name picked out for her?”

  “Cynthia Stella Hall,” Tegan tells me.

  “Very good. Her namesakes are outside, along with everyone else. Shall I send them in first with Ethan?”

  “Yes, please.”

  I do as I’m asked, walking on weary legs to my office. I’m not surprised to find it empty—it’s been six hours since one of the nurses told us Ethan was here, and even longer since I actually laid eyes on Matisse. Not to mention, we were fighting at the time, and I pretty much dismissed her. Why would she stay?

  I grab my jacket and walk to the elevator. “Kendrick, aren’t you forgetting something? Or rather, someone?” asks Liz, my head nurse.

  “Matisse wasn’t in my office.”

  “She’s studying in the library.”

  I don’t even try to stop the smile that stretches across my face. “Thanks, Liz. You’re the best.”

  “I know,” she tells me with a laugh.

  I force myself to walk, and not run, back down the hall to the library. When I walk inside, I immediately close and lock the door, turn off the cameras and audio recorders, and dim the lights—all with my voice. I know she had to have heard me, but Matisse doesn’t react. It’s not until I get closer to her that I see the thin cords of her headphones. She’s listening to music, but it’s not loud. Another interesting fact to file away.

  I don’t want to startle her, but if I don’t get my hands and mouth on Matisse, I’m going to go insane. I’m already halfway there as I watch her tilt her head to the side while she chews on her pen. That shouldn’t be so sexy, but it is. I’m still plotting my next move when her hand slips down between her legs.

  My mouth goes dry as I watch her open her legs wider, her hand starting to move under her dress. Holy fuck! She’s getting herself off in my medical library. She’s not getting there alone, though. Not on my watch.

  I move to her, pulling her headphones out, and capturing her surprised squeal with my mouth. I lick into her mouth as she moans. I can feel her hand moving faster, so I put one of mine on her arm to stop her.

  “Go away if you’re not going to help,” she says, taking her mouth from mine with a frustrated sigh.

  “How do you want me to help? With my fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”

  “All of the above.”

  “Done,” I tell her helping her to her feet, but keeping her turned towards the table she was working on.

  I start with my mouth, knowing she expected my fingers first. Moving her hair aside, I kiss and suck on both of her ears for almost a minute before moving lower. With the longer strands of her hair still in one of my hands, I use my other one to stroke her skin. I follow my fingers with my mouth, worshipping her soft skin, and marking it up with my stubble and teeth. I’m going to make love to every inch of her body with my mouth and hands, and then I’m going to join us together, and make the universe explode. Or at least our universes.

  Instead of unzipping her dress to get to her collarbones next, I lift her arms over her head and lean down to lick and suck on the sides of her breasts that are exposed by the dip in the fabric. “Fucking love this dress,” I tell her, moving back and forth, from one side to another.

  Once I’ve gotten my fill of those spots, I lower that zipper, and push her dress down, not letting it drop to the floor…yet. I place my lips on the back of her neck again, sucking a mark there, before moving my tongue down her spine and kissing my way back up. I trace my tongue around every tattoo and run my lips over them as well. “Kendrick,” she breathes out, arching into my mouth when I reach her shoulders again.

  I turn her around, putting her hands on the table behind her. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, but seeing her breasts for the first time almost brings me to my knees. They’re on the small size, but perfectly shaped with dusky pink nipples that are pointing straight at me right now. I lick my lips, wanting to take them in my mouth right away, but that’s not the plan.

  I lick up and down over each of her collarbones, and then go back over them with my mouth and teeth, nipping at the taught skin. After paying homage to her shoulders and upper chest, I move lower. Kissing and nibbling on the top of her breasts has both of us squirming. I lower my mouth to take one nipple into it, and it’s nothing short of amazing. “Oh, God,” she says, echoing my thoughts.

  I spend too much time on her breasts, but it’s not enough. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of those beauties. Dropping to my knees, I feel the weight of her breasts above me as I lick the lines of her ribs. Her stomach and belly button get a little less attention, but I’m starting to lose the hold I have on my control, so it’s time to speed things up.

  Biting each hip, I pull her dress down and follow it with her pink lace thong, taking that with my teeth, and letting both drop down her legs as she opens them for me. I kiss her pelvic bone, over and over again as she lets go of the table, pushing my head down with her hands.

  I look up at her as I take my first lick across her labia, barely touching her clitoris as I go by. It’s enough to make her throw her head back, and clutch mine harder. I want to linger here, but I’m about to orgasm in my pants if I’m not careful, and that’s not how I want this to go down. I lick up and down her legs, and kiss her cute little feet as I pull her panties all the way off.

  Getting back up to my feet, I put her hands on my belt. “Take my pants off.”

  She immediately does what I ask as I unbutton and remove my shirt. She sucks in a breath as she strokes me through my boxer briefs. “I like this.”

  “Good to know,” I say as I toss my shirt to the side and push my briefs to my ankles, where they join my pants since I didn’t take my shoes off. “I know you’re clean since I did your tests. I’m clean, too, and you’re on the best birth control ever invented.”

  “Yes,” she says, answering my question before I ask it, and giving me permission to enter her bare.

  “You wanted my fingers,” I remind her, moving one hand behind her to stroke between her ass cheeks. “You wanted my mouth,” I say as I lean over her breasts, “and you wanted my cock,” I tell her as I seat myself inside of her in one hard thrust. “Hold on tight, because you’re getting all three at once.”

  She arches into me as I suck a nipple, play with her ass, and fuck her hard. “So good, Doc. So good.”

  “Good isn’t enough, Matisse,” I assure her as I move my other hand from her hip to her clit, and change the angle of my thrusts just a little.

  She falls back on the table, arching and moving like she’s chasing what I’m about to give her. I push her legs up so her feet are flat on the table, with her knees at my sides, and then I put my fingers back where she needs them. I lick behind her knee and she screams, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking it as she comes hard. It takes several minutes for her come down, but I wait for her.

  Once she’s sated, I let myself go, hooking my arms under her knees as I set a punishing pace. She’s going to be sore tomorrow, but the look in her eyes tells me she doesn’t care, and right now, neither do I. I know she can take it—after all, I am a doctor. Matisse
starts to come again as my orgasm overtakes me, and by the time we’re done, both of us are dripping wet from each other.

  I let go of her legs, and place my face on her chest as I vow to stay inside of her for as long as possible. “Are you okay, Tees?”

  “Define your definition of ‘okay’ Doc.”

  “I was pretty rough.”

  “And it was amazing. I knew it would be good, but if I’d known it would be that good, I would’ve pursued you even harder.”

  “As long as I’m not dealing with a medical crisis, you can use my body for your pleasure whenever you want.”

  “Will you do that to my neck again—worship it—because that was seriously hot!”

  “Anytime.”

  “We need to give you some time to recover, but I’d be down for round two once we get home.”

  “That’s a given,” I tell her, sliding out of her, and grabbing some tissues from another table so I can clean us both up.

  Once I’ve taken care of that, we get dressed and put Matisse’s books away. I tell her she can leave them, but she insists on cleaning up after herself. I unlock the door, and make sure the cameras are back on as we walk out. Liz smirks, and so do all of the people outside of Tegan’s room when they see us holding hands. I wish they hadn’t seen us, and I know us being together is risky, but it feels too good, and I don’t want to let her go.

  Chapter 5

  Matisse

  Waking up in Kendrick’s bed, with Kendrick wrapped around me, is magnificent. Truthfully, everything about this man is magnificent, including the very large cock that’s rubbing against my back. I’m not the only one awake, apparently.

  “How sore are you?” he asks, as he nuzzles my neck.

  “I could lie.”

  “No,” he says, turning my head. “Don’t ever do that. Please. As much as I want you, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Well then, I’m pretty damn sore. It’s been awhile, and I’ve never done it six times in one night before.”

  “Technically, part of it was this morning.”

  “I’m not good with technicalities, Doc. All of it was beyond my dreams and fantasies, but I’m still only human.”