“Goodnight, Doc. Sweet dreams.”
“Now who’s being the tease?”
I give her one more kiss, before heading into her bedroom. The recruits have apartments that are more basic than the rest of ours, but Matisse still had some input in hers, and it’s most evident in here. When I carried her upstairs a couple of weeks ago, it wasn’t completely decorated yet, but now it is, and it’s just as sexy as the woman it belongs to.
Red satin walls with black lace accents complement the sexiest bed I’ve ever seen. It’s black, and the headboard it a mix of tufted fabric, and slats, giving me all kinds of ideas. There are a few red pillows, but the comforter is black with a brocade design going down the middle. The red bench at the end of the bed has a black faux fur thrown on it, and yeah, I’ve got lots of ideas running through my mind. Sleep first, and then some play before I leave.
I wake up three hours later, having completed two full cycles of deep sleep, feeling well-rested, and horny. Post-nap wood is a thing, especially when I know I was dreaming about the hot woman in the other room.
I kept my briefs on and slept with just the throw over me, because I want the first time I’m naked and snuggled into this bed to be when Matisse is in here with me. I need a shower, but I need to fuck my girl even more.
I slip my briefs off, grab the throw, and walk back into the living room naked. I can smell something wonderful coming from the kitchen, but I ignore it for now. That’s not the hunger I’m looking to satisfy right now.
Matisse is bent over her coffee table studying her tablet and writing on those notecards she loves. There’s an empty plate of food on the table; I’m glad she had a chance to eat, since I’m about to help her work off some calories.
I walk up next to her, and her eyes darken when she sees that I’m naked. I take her hand, pulling her to her feet as I kiss her. Walking her away from the couch, I place the throw down in front of her floor to ceiling window. I can see the lights of the city in the distance, and it feels daring, even though I know the glass is treated so that no one can see in.
When I turn back to her, I pull her leggings and thong off. She goes to take her shirt off, but I stop her. “Bra only.”
She does as I ask, and I get to my knees a few inches from the window, placing her if front of me and grasping her hips. “One of the main truths in physics is that what goes up…must come down,” I tell her and I pull her down hard onto my length, and seat myself fully.
“Kendrick,” she screams.
“Up and down,” I remind her as I place her hands on the window. “Up and down.”
She braces herself, and starts moving on me, slowly at first, and then in a rhythm that’s making flashes of light go off in my brain. Not happening—there’s no way I’m coming first.
“We’ve covered gravity, but tell me what force I’m using now,” I say as I thrust into her, pushing her closer to the glass.
“Applied,” she breathes out. “Fucking applied force.”
“Why yes, I am fucking you with applied force. Good job.”
I twist her t-shirt in my hand, moving up it so the bottoms of her breasts are showing, and then I pull hard. “Now?”
“Tension. Oh God, tension.”
“You know what my favorite force is?” I ask as I slow down a little and hold her so she can’t move on me.
“Please, Kendrick.”
“Almost there. Just one more.”
“Wh-what?”
“Friction,” I tell her, rolling one nipple through her shirt while I rub my pelvis against her and circle her clit with my other hand. “I love friction.”
Her hands slip on the glass as she comes hard, clamping her pussy around my cock and mumbling about loving friction, too. It’s always beautiful to see her fall apart, but who knew mixing science and sex could be so fun? I come right after her, bringing us both to lie on top of the throw. As I catch my breath, all I can think about is how I can’t wait for her next anatomy lesson.
Chapter 7
Matisse
“Matisse, can you stay after a minute, please.” Audrey asks me.
I nod, as all my friends give me sympathetic looks. Again. Seriously? I thought I understood this test. I wait until everyone leaves to go to the front of the room.
“I thought I knew this stuff.”
“You did. You got 100%.”
Whoa! “I did?”
“You did, and I’m sorry if I scared you when I asked you to stay after. I was just so happy for you. Physics must be your thing.”
If by “thing” she means the stuff my hot boyfriend teaches me while we’re fucking, then yeah, it definitely is. Not that I’m going to tell her that. “I guess. I’m just glad I’m doing okay.”
“You’re doing more than okay. You’ll be passing before you know it.”
“Your class, maybe. I still have to pass the bone test in anatomy before I can pass Stella’s class.”
“All I can tell you there is to study your ass off. We didn’t have to study anatomy when we did clothes and makeup, but Stella made us all do it when she took over that program. She’s right—knowing all about a body is important, and not just for fashion. We know the obvious places to strike and shoot, but knowing what exact muscle or bone we’ve been injured in has saved more than one of us.”
“I know it’s important, but it’s seriously hard.”
“Did you think the Society was going to be easy?” she asks, quirking a brow.
“No,” I admit, “but it’s so much more than I expected. All of you, and everything I need to learn. It’s got to be harder than being a government spy.”
“Oh, it is. No one goes through training as varied and extensive as we do, which is why most governments hire us to help them.”
“I’m proud to be a part of all of this. I can’t wait to start helping people.”
“That’s what we love to hear from all of you.”
“I should go eat something before my shift at the tattoo shop, but thanks for telling me about my grade.”
“You’re welcome. Have a good day, and keep up the good work.”
“I will,” I promise, smiling as I walk out.
I’m still smiling when I walk into the cafeteria and grab my corn dog nuggets and mac and cheese. Yes, I’m a grown-up, but I still eat like a kid, because kid food is awesome.
“You’re smiling, so Audrey must’ve given you good news,” Nev tells me.
“She did. I got a perfect score on the physics test.”
“Whoa, someone’s trying to out-science me over here,” Kalila says to me with a laugh.
“Not a chance. I can only geek so far, babe.”
“I’m with you on that one,” Waverly says, and I look up to where she’s standing next to me.
“That’s why we like each other so much.”
She smiles, but still keeps standing. “Um, could I sit with you guys?”
“You don’t have to ask,” Rose tells her. “You’re our friend.”
“I wasn’t sure. I’m not used to having a lot of friends.”
“Just you and Kenny normally, huh? But now there’s Matisse, taking up his time,” Rhieve says, and I want to smack her.
“I won’t interfere with your time together. I promise,” I tell Waverly.
“I’m not worried about that. He’s my best friend, and it makes me happy you two are together.”
“You’re being too civil about this. I wanted a catfight,” Jen says.
“Of course you did,” I tell her, rolling my eyes. “You could always kiss Wayne in front of his groupies, and then you’d have your own catfight.”
“Moving on. I think we should all go out tomorrow night.”
“I’m flying out to see Joel,” Sierra reminds her. Her boyfriend is a Major League Baseball player, and she flies out to see him on her days off.
“How about tonight then?” Jen asks.
We all agree that it would be fun to have a girls’ night out. We’re making plans
when arms go around my shoulders from behind, and a kiss is placed on my cheek. “Hi, Tees,” Kendrick whispers in my ear.
“Hi, Doc,” I say, turning in my seat to smile at him.
“Are you going to tell him your big news?” Harlow asks.
“News?”
“I got 100% on my Physics test.”
“So, you were paying attention when I was quizzing you the other night.”
“Apparently.”
“Congratulations. I knew you could do it.”
“Thanks. Are you eating up here, or going back to your office?”
“Going back. I have paperwork to catch up on. I’m glad I caught you in here, though. The guys asked me to go out tonight. I know we didn’t have specific plans, but I wanted to let you know.”
“We’re going out, too,” I tell him.
“You’re working with Zane this afternoon?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want me to bring you a snack later?”
“Is snack a metaphor for something else?” Sierra asks him.
“No,” he tells her coolly, and I know he’s not completely over the whole eavesdropping thing.
“Maybe it should be. You’ve got to up your game.” Okay, and neither is she.
“His game is perfect,” I tell her, standing up to put my arms around him and whisper in his ear. “Ignore her.”
“I was planning to. I know she’s just baiting me because I got her in trouble,” he whispers back, pulling me closer to him.
“You both need to get over it.”
“You’re right,” he tells me. “Sometimes it’s not as easy as it should be, but I’ll try harder.”
“I appreciate that, and I’d love for you to come see me later.”
“Any specific requests on the snack front?”
“Nope. I’ll be happy with whatever you want to bring me.”
He kisses me, and then lets me go. “Have a nice rest of your lunch, ladies.”
I wait until he walks away to say what I need to. “Don’t do that again, Si. You know how I feel about what you did. You got punished, and it should be over. Kendrick and Waverly don’t need to deal with your bullshit.”
“I have no problem with Waverly, and if you didn’t notice, your doctor wasn’t exactly friendly to me, either.”
“He said he’s going to try, so you need to as well.”
“As long as he doesn’t make tattling on me a habit, we’ll be fine.”
“He just values privacy,” Waverly says, speaking up for the first time. “He’s never been one to tattle.”
“I know we were wrong. I just wish he would’ve called me out directly instead of telling Reina.”
“So tell him that,” Waverly urges her.
Sierra nods, and calls out for him as he walks by with his food. “Kendrick!”
“Yes, Sierra?” he asks, walking back over.
“If I make you angry about something again, can you please confront me and not go to Reina?”
“Yes, I can do that. I was angry, and I’m not exactly sorry I told on you, but I also don’t like getting anyone in trouble.”
“I understand. Truce?” she asks, holding out her hand.
“Truce,” he tells her, shaking it.
All is right again in the world. Well, at least for the moment. With this group, there’s no telling what’s going to happen next. I can only hope it’s more good than bad.
* * *
Kendrick
Matisse said she didn’t care what I brought her, but I know how much she loves Drago Sisters Bakery, so I stopped there and got her an assortment of goodies. It was a little out of the way, but she’s definitely worth it.
Right now, I’m waiting for her to get done with her client. I think it’s cool that she’s still tattooing, even though she’s training for something totally different as a career. It’s great that Stella was able to set her up with Zane. His mom may be one of the founders of the Society, but he’s still pretty famous in his world, so taking on a new intern had to upset his schedule a little.
I should’ve asked Matisse what her schedule was like today, because I’ve read about 100 pages in the new Harlan Coben novel on my phone already. I’m thinking about checking in with the guy at the front desk when a girl sits next to me, even though there are plenty of empty seats at the moment. I say “girl” because she looks like she’s barely eighteen. I shift away a little, but she leans in closer.
“Hi.”
“Hello,” I tell her, and then look back at my phone.
“These are nice,” she says, squeezing my right biceps.
I push her hand away and stand up, switching Matisse’s pastry box to the seat in between us as I sit again. I changed into a tank top, cargo shorts, and leather thong sandals before I came here as a surprise for Matisse, not so some teenager would touch me.
“Ooh, what’s in the box?”
“Various things.” I don’t have enough brain energy for this.
“Can I have one?”
“No.” Hell to the fucking no, actually, but I’m still trying to be polite.
“Why not?”
“They’re for my girlfriend.”
“She won’t mind.”
“Oh yes, she will,” Matisse says, walking over and straddling me.
I didn’t see her come out, but I couldn’t be happier right now, and not just because she’s showing more skin than she’s covering in another loose tank and jean shorts, this time paired with fishnet stockings and red shiny shoes. I place my hands on her hips and smile as she leans over to open the box.
“I only share my treats with him,” she tells the girl, picking up a cream horn and putting it in front of my mouth.
I lean forward and take a bite. She eats the rest, getting some cream on her fingers. I take her hand and move it to my lips, licking it all off. Once I’m done, she leans over and kisses me hard.
“Wow! Real classy.”
I hold Matisse down as she starts to get off my lap. “She’s not worth it.”
“You’re right. Have you been waiting long?”
“I’ve been here for a little while. I caught up on some reading.”
“I’m sorry, Doc.”
“You’re a doctor?” the girl asks, but I ignore her.
“I don’t mind waiting for you. Are you taking your break now?”
“Yep. I just have to clean up my station first.”
“Excuse me, but I’m waiting for a tattoo. You can’t take a break,” the girl says.
“You don’t have an appointment with me, and you’re not my boss.”
“I could make things difficult for you. For both of you.”
This time I don’t stop Matisse when she gets off my lap. “Are you threatening us? Because I am more than happy to throw down with you, right here and now.”
“You can’t fight me!” Why is this idiot standing up? Sit down little girl, just sit your ass back down.
“Can’t I?”
“What the fuck is going on out here?” Zane asks, making an appearance.
“You’re Zane,” the girl says, swaying a little. If she faints, I’ll have to help her, but until then, she’s on her own.
He rolls his eyes, and looks at Matisse. “Is this chick messing with you, M?”
“You’re asking her what happened?” the girl screeches.
“I asked the world in general, but no one answered, so yeah, I’m asking my employee and friend why you’re out here making a scene.”
“I insist you listen to me first.” Did she really just stomp her foot? I think she did.
Zane looks at Matisse, who shrugs and rolls her eyes. “Okay, go ahead and tell me.”
“I was out here talking to this guy when she climbed on his lap and started making out with him. Then, she said she was taking her break, even though I’m here waiting for a tattoo.”
“Does she have an appointment with you?”
“Nope,” Matisse says. “I just finished a t
wo-hour session with my last appointment. I have—had an hour before my next one.”
He nods and turns back to the girl. “So, let me get this straight. You came into my shop—which has a two year waiting list—and tried for a walk-in appointment, in which case you were probably told you could wait and see if anyone was willing to fit you in. Anyone but me, that is, because I don’t do walk-ins.”
“But,” she starts to say until he holds up his hands to stop her.
“Not done yet. Now, while you were waiting, you saw the good doctor here showing off his muscles and decided to hit on him. You couldn’t know he’s showing the skin for his lady, but I’m guessing you also didn’t back off when he declined whatever offers you made. Matisse came out, and saw what was going down, so she made sure you knew he wasn’t available, and then—for obvious reasons—she declined to work on you.”
“She’s insubordinate!”
“She hasn’t done a damn thing to me.”
“Refusing to bring money into your shop is damaging to you.”
“Sweetheart, what part of ‘two-year waiting list’ did you not understand?”
“You don’t want extra money? You could buy your mom a house or something.”
He laughs out loud at that, and frankly, so do I. Helen Wilson is one of the wealthiest women in the country, and she built her businesses—and helped found the Society—while being a single mother.
“My mom would no sooner let me buy her a house than she’d give up her string of boy toys. Now, why don’t you go on and walk out of here while you still have some dignity left.”
“You’re throwing me out?”
“I am.”
“You’ll be sorry.”
“Do I need to call the police?”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she says, storming out.
“Never a dull moment around here,” Zane says, shaking his head.
“I wasn’t trying to start anything,” Matisse says, weakly.
“Really? You just greet Kendrick by climbing on his lap every time you see him?”
“Well, not every time, but that’s because sometimes he’s standing.”
“You have your hands full, man. You know that, right?” he asks me.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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