by J. M. Madden
“I do.”
They were quiet for several moments, just sitting on the bed together.
“You know I don’t think of you like those other women, right? Not even close.”
Gina’s heart shivered in her chest at his words. She had wondered.
“Thank you for that, Matt. And I’ll tell you a secret. I really like you. And I think you have more to offer a relationship than you know.”
He looked at her for a long time and weighed her words. Gina could tell he was skeptical but was trying to keep an open mind.
“I’ll try not to push you. If you’re uncomfortable with something, just let me know.”
Matt smiled slightly, and his eyes narrowed. “Well, I am kind of uncomfortable with something.”
Gina pulled back in alarm. “What? Is it the kissing? Because I can pull back on that.”
Matt held up a big hand to halt her words. “No, no, it’s this towel.”
He stood up in front of her and let the offensive terry-cloth fall to the floor, revealing his erection. Gina giggled and reached out to wrap her hand around his hardness. She nudged him over a few inches to stand directly in front of her.
“Oh, we can’t have that now, can we?”
Encircling him, she positioned her thumb underneath the slit at the tip, and began to make tiny circles. Matt stilled at her touch and looked down at her with wide eyes.
“Do I need to kiss it to make it better?”
She didn’t wait for a response, just leaned in and licked the tip of his cock. Matt gasped above her, and Gina saw his hands curl into fists. Removing her hand, she let her mouth take its place, massaging and gently swirling her tongue around his smooth head.
“Fuck.”
Matt groaned and rested one heavy hand on her curls. Gina pressed forward and swallowed as much as she could, then pulled back to the tip. Now that he was wet, her mouth moved more easily as she sank down on him again. She increased her speed until she felt Matt begin to twitch, and surge into her mouth instinctively. Gina felt her body cream itself. She loved giving head.
Above her, Matt shifted and angled her head a little differently to press deeper against the back of her throat. Gina groaned around him and used the tips of her casted fingers to fondle his testicles. The movement of his body began to lose its rhythm, and Gina knew his orgasm was not far away. His heavy thighs twitched and his chest bellowed. She tightened her fist and pulled back for a moment, then swirled around his head again. She forced the tip of her tongue into his slit. Tightening her lips into a ring, she andled her mouth down his cock. She did that movement two more times, quickly, before she felt his body gather itself. At the last minute, he tried to pull her head away, but she stayed on, bobbing steadily.
Matt’s cum blasted the back of her throat, and Gina worked her jaw to swallow the hot, salty cream. Matt shouted out above her and strained into her mouth, pulsing uncontrollably. Where before he was trying to push her head away, now he pulled her to him until she almost gagged. Her own nerves tingled, almost enough to come herself. Forcing her body to accept his, she continued to swallow, until he finally relaxed with completion. Slipping from between her lips, Matt staggered back to lean against the bedroom wall, panting heavily. His eyes were dazed.
Gina smiled at him as she used her discarded towel to wipe her lips and hand.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
Matt grinned at her fully for the first time, and Gina caught her breath in wonder.
“I’m beyond okay, right now,” he admitted. “Shit.”
His head thumped to the wall, and he struggled to catch his breath. He panted raggedly, as if he had just run laps around the house and carried weights up the stairs. When he rolled his head back up to look at her, his eyes blazed with heat and he stalked toward her. Gina felt that banked tingle in her groin build as he loomed over her, then pressed her back to the mattress. With sharp tugs, he disposed of her sweats and panties, running his hands up her calves, behind her knees and along her thighs. Gina was a very tactile person. She loved touching and being touched, so what Matt was doing was phenomenal. He gripped her hips in his strong hands and physically moved her up the bed several inches. Then he dropped to his knees on the floor and positioned himself between her thighs.
He explored the hair between her legs, then gently spread her folds. Gina knew she was soaked with need, and when he pressed a finger into her channel, he slipped in easily. Gina gasped as he retracted his hand and looped a finger up and around her clit. Her hips shifted restlessly, and she clutched the comforter beneath her. She felt Matt shift, then the moist warmth of his breath at her mound. With two hands, he spread her lips once again, and Gina held her breath in expectation.
“I’ve never done this before, so be patient with me.”
Gina looked at him in surprise, but he didn’t give her a chance to assimilate the words before he was burying his face in her cunt. His tongue immediately found and glided around her clit, making her squeal. It just felt so good. His tongue wiggled around, slid down around her opening, then back up to circle her clit again. Gina felt his thick middle finger enter her, pressing and retreating, and that wonderful heat began to snowball. As turned on as she was from sucking him off, she knew it would not be long before she came. She twitched her hips against his mouth and guided him where she wanted him. Matt suddenly snugged his face in and sealed his lips around that volatile bud, sucking hard. Gina had never felt anything like it, and from one moment to the next she was flung screaming over the edge. Matt continued to suck and glide his finger inside her strongly, prolonging her torture. Gina arched on the bed and finally had to push his head away.
“Too much,” she gasped. “Too much.”
Matt eased away from her body but allowed his fingers to play in the fresh moisture from her release. Gina let her eyes fall shut as she panted on the bed. Her mind was numb and her body quaked. But she finally felt spent.
Matt moved up beside her, lying diagonally across the bed. The mattress dipped as his weight settled onto it, and Gina rocked into his side. Normally, she would have tried to put a bit of distance between them, but she was too wiped to do anything.
They lay like that for a long time, in the dark bedroom with only the light of the bathroom shining in. Matt eventually roused and sat up at the side of the bed. “I’m going to go,” he told her regretfully.
Gina tried not to be put out, but it was hard. She was half hoping he would fall asleep beside her, and they would wake up and go to work like a normal couple. It was not to be, though. She sat up beside him with a sigh, careful not to touch him. If he needed to leave, she would let him. This was probably a pretty overwhelming situation for somebody who’d never been in a relationship before.
Matt stood beside the bed looking down at her for several moments. There was a heavy frown on his face. She could tell he was torn too.
“It’s all right, Matt. I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”
He nodded and snagged his towel from the bed, wrapping it around his hips as he walked toward the door. As he stepped through, she called out after him, “I had a really enjoyable night with you, Matt. Maybe we can do it again.”
He looked back at her with a grin and gave her an ornery, charming wink. “Definitely. I’ll lock up when I leave.”
And he was gone.
Gina stared at the closed bedroom door for a long time before she flopped back onto the bed. Emotions beat at her, and she didn’t know what to think about first. Memories of the sex were at the top of her thoughts. My God that man can screw. He may not have very much experience, but it didn’t mean he didn’t know what to do. Her body tingled as she remembered his tongue on her clit. That had been sublime.
And the taste of him had been something as well. Salty and earthy, unlike anything she had ever tasted before. Her mouth watered at the thought of going down on him again.
The door closed downstairs, and her breathing relaxed. Dragging the comforter
over top of her, she curled up on her big, empty bed. His smiling grin as he left was the last thing she remembered as she faded into sleep.
***
Matt checked the house next door as he walked down Gina’s steps. Gabe’s house was dark and quiet, and he was reassured.
Loose hipped, he strode to his truck, more relaxed than he could ever remember being. His body was humming with satisfaction and his emotions buzzed. He felt a smile tip up his lips and laughed out loud when he was locked in the cab of his truck. He banged the steering wheel with his fist and stretched out his legs. For a long minute, he just sat there, looking up at her house and imagining her lying there on the bed again, spread and glistening. Fuck! That image as he lowered his mouth to her cunt was what he would remember for years after he was gone.
And he would have to leave eventually. There was no doubt, and his enjoyment of the night dimmed. She liked him right now because of the sex, but within a few days he would be out of her life and she would forget him. Maybe he should let her go with that doctor to the cookout.
The anger that flowed through him startled him with its intensity, and reinforced what he already knew. If this was how he was going to react, she would be better off without him.
***
Matt tried to remind himself the next day, when he walked in the house and was assaulted by Gina’s peaches and cream scent. His fourteen hour semi-erection immediately hardened, and his eyes searched the house for her. Work was forgotten as he ducked his head in the living room. Dishes clattered in the kitchen, and he knew where she was. Unable to ignore her, he walked down the hallway and through the kitchen door.
Gina was in her pink scrubs, and when she looked over her shoulder at him with a brilliant, welcoming smile, it was all he could do not to rush across the room, bend her over and screw her senseless. Some of what he was feeling must have been on his face, because her eyes darkened with arousal. Gina dried her hands on a towel and stepped across the room to him. When she stood in front of him, she rubbed the knuckles of two small fingers against his stomach, as if she wanted to touch him but didn’t want to freak him out. Matt took a small step and she flattened her hand against him, settling it at his waist. She looked up at him and smiled, obviously waiting.
Matt bent and pressed his lips to hers, nibbling gently. Gina moaned and leaned into him, pressing her breasts to his chest. Matt let his hands glide down her back and inside her scrubs bottoms to cup her ass. Gina did some kind of undulation thing with her hips that immediately cranked his erection into the painful stage, bound by the denim of his jeans. One-handed, she squeezed his dick through his jeans and untucked his shirt so she could get to his skin. He nipped at her lip and teased with his tongue, fascinated by her responses.
He couldn’t go on like that forever. Matt walked Gina backwards until she was against the cabinets, then he pushed her pants down over her hips. Gina shimmied them down her legs, along with her panties, and kicked them to the side. Matt slipped a finger into her heat and found her saturated for him. He let his fingers play as he continued to tease at her mouth, and within just a few seconds she was twitching around his hand. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, oh, oh, yessss--” she groaned harshly as she came on his hand.
Matt almost ejaculated in his pants. She was so damn hot. Lifting her to the counter, he ripped his jeans open and sheathed himself quickly with a condom. Spreading her legs wide, he cupped her ass and speared himself into her.
Gina panted into his neck and nibbled at the skin. Fingers burrowed into his hair and nails caressed the nape of his neck. Matt shivered and sped up. The counter was the perfect height for sex, and within just a few moments, he was at the edge of his control. Gina leaned back and ripped her shirt over her head, then her bra. The nipples on her heavy breasts were tight with arousal, and the visual of looking down at the mounds pressed against his chest was enough to push him over that edge. Groaning harshly, he plowed into her, bowing his head to her shoulder. Gina moaned in his ear as she tumbled over again as well, spasming around his dick convulsively.
It was all he could do to stay standing. Matt wrapped his arms around Gina as aftershocks rippled through him.
After a few minutes, Gina leaned back and giggled up at him. “Well, hello, Matt. How are you today?”
He pulled away from her body, startled. Had he ever laughed during sex? “I’m good, thank you. And you?”
Her blue eyes twinkled. “Well, I was a little stressed at work, but I’m much better now.”
Grinning, he gave her an earnest expression. “Glad I could help out.”
Gina laughed and gave him a smacking kiss on the lips. “You’re awesome.”
Warmth burst in his chest, and he didn’t know what to say. Nobody had ever told him that the way she just did. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her. He could tell she was being honest. It was just strange hearing that sentiment directed toward him. Sure, he’d had buddies tell him that occasionally, but it was kind of a throw away comment. Reaching behind her, he pulled a couple of paper towels off the holder. He handed her two and used one for himself to dispose of the condom. He tossed the wad in the trash.
Gina dropped down to the floor, and he growled at himself for not helping her. He was distracted by her breasts bouncing from the impact. When he raised his eyes to her face, she was watching him watch her.
“You have very nice breasts,” he rumbled.
She grinned and bent over to grab her scrubs, shapely butt in the air. Matt knew she was doing it for him, because she peeked at him from beneath her hair. “You have a very nice ass too.”
Gina laughed and pressed a kiss to his chin as she walked by him toward the stairs. “Thank you. You have a very nice ass too. I’m going to go grab a shower.”
Matt noted that there was no invitation to join her, so he tucked himself away and walked to the foyer to get to work. His stomach was unsettled. Why hadn’t she asked him into the shower like she had last night? Was he already crowding her?
He was almost done with the repairs, and he found himself dragging his feet, working slower, just so he could stay in the house longer. Going home to his big, old, empty place had been hard last night. It had never been a problem before. Gina made him feel welcome here. For the first time in his life he actually felt comfortable with a woman. He wanted to call Monroe, who had more experience with the opposite sex, but he didn’t want to bother him if he was still on that fire.
Long-held protective instincts urged him to get the hell out of Dodge. He was tough, but he didn’t think he was tough enough to be in a relationship with her for any length of time, then leave. For four years, he’d thought about her, wondered about her, dreamt of her. Was she actually as sweet as she looked, and seemed, right now? Did he dare trust his own instincts?
Chapter Eight
Gina wrapped her wrist in a trash bag and climbed into the shower. It had been hard not to invite Matt, but she was deliberately trying not to smother him. If she had her choice, she’d be all over him, hugging and kissing him. Cooking for him. Screwing his brains out.
Gina let her hand drift down her sensitive skin and linger over her tender clit. The man certainly knew what to do with her body.
Her mother was going to freak when she saw him. Matt Calvin definitely wasn’t the doctor she wanted for her daughter. The tattoos and muscles presented a totally different picture than who she knew the man to be. And he looked forbidding, not very friendly at all. It was part of the reason she had kind of avoided him at the office. The man was intimidating and threw off an aura of dislike and danger. George was the only one who had dug enough to know the man beneath the ink and glowers.
She felt bad about that, because she knew in her heart she was a good person. It was hard to accept the fact that she had not wanted any interaction with him because of the way he looked. What did that say about her?
Resolve tightened her spine as she finished her shower and stepped onto her towel. Now that she knew, she would chan
ge.
Gina dug to the bottom of her underwear drawer, looking for jade green satin. Ah, there it was. The lacy teddy was not what she normally wore, but she thought it would really be a nice surprise for Matt to unveil later. Because she knew there would be a later. The snaps in the crotch were a little difficult with her cast, but she managed, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, she was impressed. Yes, she was a little chunky in the hips, but Matt apparently didn’t mind. Hell, he wouldn’t pick her up the way he did if he minded, right?
Need coursed through her womb as she remembered the encounter in the kitchen. On the counter? Seriously? That was the sexiest place she’d ever had sex.
She wanted to do it again.
Gina tugged a pair of gray sweats on and forced a brush through her hair. When she jogged downstairs, Matt still worked on the banister, and she was dismayed to see he was almost done. It looked like everything was in place except attaching the banister to the oak pillar at the bottom of the stairs. For one irrational minute, she debated throwing herself against the weak wood to break something.
Matt looked up and smiled at her crookedly. He glanced at the handrail as if he knew what she was thinking. “Almost done.”
Gina nodded, clamping her lips together. If she didn’t say anything, she wouldn’t get herself in trouble. She sat on one of the steps and folded her arms around her knees.
“Today was a full day, right? How’d it go?”
She loved that he was interested in her day. “Not too bad. I’m beginning to tolerate the pain a little better. It’s just an ache now.” She looked down at the white cast. “You do eventually get used to them. Did you break any bones as a kid?”
His eyes dimmed, and she could tell he was remembering some incident. She bit her tongue and wished desperately she could take the thoughtless words back.
“I did. A couple times. Wrist, a couple of fingers. Broke my hand when I was fifteen.” He flexed the fingers of his right hand. “Tried to take out the old man’s jaw.”