The Eyes That Own Me (Timing is Everything Book 1)

by Rebecca Fischer

  "Matthew Scott Reynolds, I swear if you are not inside me within thirty seconds of getting in the house, I'm getting out the vibrator the girls got me as a joke when I got out of the hospital. It has three speeds and a clit stimulator."

  I told them about Matt's declaration of no sex until the doctor cleared me. I was cleared a few days ago and set my plan in motion the second I left his office. Matt did promise me that once I was cleared, our sex life would be back on track.

  Pulling into the garage of the house, I don't even wait for Matt to open my door. No sooner than I’m setting my feet on the ground that I’m up in the air again being carried over the threshold of the house. He sets me on the counter in the kitchen, my heels falling to the floor in the process, and my skirt riding all the way up to my ass.

  "Now, you said thirty seconds is all I had to get inside of you. We were in the house in thirty seconds, but I've decided that a little bit of payback is in order due to the nature of the outfit you chose to wear today."

  He grabs my hips and yanks them to the edge of the counter, making my skirt hike up even more. Lifting my hips without dropping me to the floor, he slides the black lace boy shorts down my legs before tossing them over his shoulder. Just as I think he's going to stand up and finally be inside of me, no, he has to tease the ever-loving daylights out of me.

  His hands slowly slide up from my ankles to my thighs, back down to my knees, and up to my thighs again, making me want to jump out of my skin with need. My hands grip the edge of the counter to stop me from falling, but I’m about to lose my own restraint and tackle him to the tile floor. At this point, I'm ready to beg, guilt, or just demand to finish.

  "Matt, if you love me at all, you will put me out of misery, and let me feel you."

  Giving me the grin that I know means I’m in for a wild ride, I watch him kneel back to the floor, his mouth in direct contact with my pussy. I can feel each and every short, hot breath tickling onto my lips. The first swipe of his tongue has me about on the cusp of collapsing and smacking my head against the cabinets. I really don't care if that happens as long as he continues the tongue assault he is raining down on me.

  "Angel, I've changed my mind yet again. You look like a fucking siren with your head thrown back and pussy soaking wet waiting for me to own you."

  "Please. I can't take it anymore. I'm so close."

  Finally, he grabs a condom from his wallet, takes off his belt, and untucks that devil of a light gray button-down that hides his beautifully sculpted chest. I'm trying and horribly failing at taking the buttons through their holes thanks to my stupid cast. I get as much grip as possible and make the buttons fly all over the kitchen floor. I take the edges of his belt and grab him closer to me, shoving his briefs and pants down to his ankles before wrapping my legs around his waist. His erection is rock solid, pre-cum squeezing out of the swollen tip, making my mouth water. Oh, I so plan on filling my mouth with him later.

  The second after he rolls the condom down his length, it's like a fuse has been lit with our desire and he slams himself home.

  "Oh my lord. You feel amazing."

  "Fuck, Char, you're already milking my cock, and I haven't even started moving. So fucking warm and made for me."

  "Matt, I can't take it much longer. Please. Let me come."

  He pounds into me and I love it. Sweat forms across his sexy brow, and I can't contain the screams coming from me. Only a few seconds later, I feel my toes curling and my legs tightening around his waist. Matt’s uses one arm around the middle of my back to hold me up as brings the other around to rub my clit. I set off like a rocket, my orgasm coming through my entire body, my skin lighting up with white hot fireworks.

  "I can feel your pussy tightening around every inch of my cock. Hold on, baby."

  A few strokes later, he slams one more time in coming. I can feel the heat of his release filling the condom, and it sets off an aftershock through my body. I have to hold onto his biceps to keep us both from diving headfirst to the floor.

  Matt's sweaty forehead leans against my own, our heavy breathing being the only sound surrounding us.

  "You have no idea how much I love you, Charlotte. I promise next time I will take my time showing you how much."

  Holding his cheek in my palm, I keep my legs wrap around him. "That was exactly what I wanted, Matt. You've been tiptoeing around me for weeks. I love you more and more every day."

  He rubs his hands down my back to my butt, giving a squeeze before leaving me. My body shudders as he pulls out of me, taking the full feeling with him. I lean back against the counter to slow down my heart. He takes the condom off before tossing it deep in the trash in the pantry and pulling his pants back up, but not buckling his belt. He tucks his shoulder into my stomach and tosses me over him as we head toward his room. He throws me onto his bed and walks into the closet, changing into a simple pair of basketball shorts.

  My body is wide awake again watching light droplets of sweat trailing down his chest as he walks over to the bed, staring down at me. Still in my outfit but no panties, I sit up on my knees rubbing my hands through the tiny soft hairs on his chest. He grabs my hips and gives a nudge down to the bed. He sits with his back to me to shove off his socks. I get back on my knees and start massaging his neck. Groaning at the pressure, I start rubbing his chest again from behind this time, trailing down lower until I reach inside his shorts.

  Rubbing his length that's already solid as a rock, he drops his head back against me. "Angel, I took you quite hard. You're still healing. Let's not overdo it. As much as I would love to feel you again, I don't want you in any pain."

  Kissing along his neck up to his earlobe, I whisper, "I need you. One time after a month of nothing is not enough"—biting the edge of his earlobe—"Turnabout is fair play, sir."

  I continue to rub him from his smooth sac to his tip, feeling the liquid form again to lube him over. His breathing is getting rough and bam, I'm flipped onto my back and my shirt is pulled over my head, and my skirt zipper is practically ripped to shreds as he kisses down my body.

  "I've told you a dozen times. I'm fine."

  "Angel, if I take you again, I'm going to slowly pleasure you all night so be prepared to not get any sleep."

  Undoing my bra and tossing it carelessly to the floor, I admit, "I don't need sleep as long as I have you to keep my body awake."

  "If you are sore at all, you let me know. I will take care of you in more ways than one."

  He spends the rest of the night showing me how much I mean to him, and I use every drop of built up sexual tension we've had over the last few weeks until we're both drained.

  We pass out as the sun starts to rise, naked, satisfied, and wrapped around each other.

  It's the best sleep I've had in weeks.

  I've never been into astrology or whether Mercury is in retrograde. I've believed in working hard and having faith in that hard work paying off someday. The whole 'hoping for the best and expecting the worst'. These days, I have some belief in luck. Where I've learned to let people in and take the risks, I've also learned to take certain situations with a grain of salt.

  Matt and I have grown so much over the last few months, letting ourselves be happy together, and becoming an unstoppable team. We don't let anyone stand in our way. It’s still beyond hilarious when he pouts as the dogs cuddle with me on the couch while he's cooking dinner or doing work in the office.

  As summer hits us in full force, I'm looking forward to the weekend's festivities. July 4th is always a crazy week for Aiken yet one of my favorite times of the year. For a small town, we throw one heck of a party. Even when July 4th is on a weekday, we still hold the fun on the weekend. With school being let out and day camps running to maximum capacity, the town council holds our annual carnival throughout the week, making the weekend the biggest event.

  Matt's family came into town for a few days to enjoy a vacation, including Leo. His sister, Amy, and her family came down from Philly. Our famili
es get along pretty well despite the fact that Matt and I haven't even been together a year. No one is questioning or demeaning our relationship. My dad and Matt have taken a shining to each other when discussing sports since my dad is originally from New England where hockey and football are essential to daily life. Aaron joining in on the intramural games was a great idea, because sports brought them all together. Having my brother's seal of approval sort of eased my dad into the idea of his daughter being in love and sharing her life away from her family.

  My cast came off just in time for the weekend events. Midterms were this week so that we could start fresh after the long weekend. Seriously, Aiken goes all out with the carnival, a concert, and a huge fireworks display at the end of the night. All of the tourists passing through town mean a great extra deal of cash for my restaurant savings account. They see our posters and take an interest, staying a few extra days to see what we have to offer.

  Instead of a parade, everyone has the choice to set up a booth, whether it is a bake sale, carnival food, or games on their choice of days. All of the money goes toward the group or organization of their choice. It's how the band got new uniforms and the VFW partnered with the USO to send care packages overseas. My mom has been running the event for the town council as long as I can remember and as usual, she knocks it out of the park.

  Matt and I are aimlessly walking around, his arm draped over my shoulder, and he is taking in our surroundings since this is his first time at the events.

  "I can't believe how many people came out here. Your mom did an outstanding job."

  Taking another glance around, I say proudly, "She has an incredibly hardworking committee to help her. Kylie and I helped as much as we could over the years. We definitely need to go see Aaron at the Spartan Throwdown. Watching the cops against the firefighters is hilarious. They are such macho lunkheads."

  Heading into the direction of the mud-pit where the throw-down is taking place, Matt can't stop laughing once he hears all of the trash talk being spewed from the spectators.

  "Leo would definitely get a kick out of that. I'm sure he and Jeremy will find it eventually."

  "I'm glad he could come visit again so soon. He was truly helpful when I got out of the hospital."

  Spotting Leo by the pits, Jeremy is on one side pointing at Aaron trying to balance on the beams, and there is a certain spunky blonde Bree at his other side. Kylie cannot stop staring at my brother shirtless and covered in mud. I swear, her want for him is out there for the world to see, and I may need to hose her down from salivating. Woman needs to step it up and put themselves out of their own misery.

  Matt slides his arm from my shoulder to grab my hand, taking me out of my thoughts. "I think Leo's visits have a little more to do with Bree than me at this point. It's funny to watch him fall over himself for her. I've been replaced." He wipes away a fake tear before smiling and pointing at one of his dimples. "Kiss me and make it better, angel?"

  I reach up to my toes and give him a quick peck to the indented smile. "I think you'll get over it when I tell you I have almost all of my stuff moved to your house."

  He pulls me into his arms and kissing the tip of my nose. "Our house, angel. Our goofy dogs, your recipes, and those delicious Daisy Dukes are at our house. We have a life together, Charlotte. Embrace it."

  I stop walking when my brain and heart finally collide in the realization at how full my life has become. Destiny is finally on my side, and I can only look forward to all of the days ahead. I can't wait to share it all with Matt. Squeezing myself into his chest pillow, I enjoy the splendor around me.

  His parents are wandering around somewhere, too, and Amy took her kids over to the swim area. They set up an obstacle bounce house that has water shooting through the course. They were a little overwhelmed by the close-knit community feel at first but seem to love the atmosphere.

  I can't even begin to describe how nervous I was to meet them. They are two of the most down to earth people I have ever met. His dad, Parker, has been a fire marshal for ten years now, close to his imminent retirement after being a fire chief for twenty years before that. Matt will definitely age gracefully, which is entirely unfair. His mom, Mary, is where I gathered Matt got his math genius from, as she has been a math teacher for thirty-five years. She reminds me a lot of my mom with her patience and calming energy. Amy, I have the utmost respect for. Her resemblance to Matt is uncanny. Although her eyes are more hazel than Matt's and her skin is a few shades lighter, they could pass for twins. She is a tough as nails woman. For someone almost a decade older than me, she doesn't talk down to me nor does she put up with any bull. My mother told her that she would fit very well living in the South.

  Her kids are absolutely adorable. I love kids. Peter acts just like his Uncle Matt. Competitive, but respectful and keeps an eye out for his little sister, Gia. Matt told me even though Amy is older, he still looked out for her. How I love this man.

  Now, his little niece. That girl will be a true heartbreaker when she's older. Her dark brown hair and vibrant green eyes will take no prisoners whereas her brother inherited his father's sandy blond hair and brown eyes. Of course, Amy's husband is a Greek god, too. Beautiful people everywhere.

  The kids are absolutely adorable. Don't think I didn't bribe them even a little bit. Baking them my famous oatmeal chocolate chip cookies completely worked. Kicking the ball around with Peter was a blast, and teaching Gia to cook was beyond precious. She coated herself in flour and shook it off all over Ruckus. My messy weirdo wouldn't stop sneezing until his little nose was empty.

  Having walked around the entire carnival a few times, Matt and I settle on the Spartan Throwdown since somehow, Leo got himself a slot fighting against the undefeated Aaron. The Aiken fire chief found out about Leo through Aaron and said any firefighter was welcome to join. It was a funny and intense duel, but Aaron's quick reflexes knocked Leo into the pit. Bree screeched when he tried to give her a hug when climbing out of the pits. She made him run through the slip 'n slide and change into dry clothes before coming near her. Parker tried to enter, but Mary put her foot down before he could cross over the gate. Now I definitely get Matt's stubbornness and competitive streak.

  Matt won me an adorable stuffed duck from the ring toss, which will most likely be destroyed by one of the three dogs in the next twenty-four hours. Seriously, we both have an unhealthy attachment to our dogs with how many toys they have and letting them sleep in our bed.

  We've all ventured toward the barbecue cook-offs and each picked from one kind of meat stand. The amount of meat, coleslaw, and beans that all of the men have consumed could have fed a third world country. We took up two picnic tables. There are about twenty of us at this point. We all know our special guest is missing and as per the last few years, we leave a spot open to where Bryce would have sat next to his parents, leaving a beer, and a massive plate of food in his honor.

  My dad, in his annual July 4th Hawaiian shirt, stands up from the head of the table, gathering everyone's attention. "If I could have everyone's attention, please? I think this little celebration calls for a toast."

  After everyone makes an affectionate confirmation, he continues, "My stressed out wife, Grace, and I are so pleased all over you could join us this weekend for the Independence Day festivities. As usual, my gorgeous wife has made this is event one of the highlights of the year for the residents and tourists of Aiken." Facing Matt's family, he speaks, “Parker, Mary, and Amy, we are so glad you all were able to come down to spend time here. Leo, you've become a fixture these last few months, and we are grateful for your help after the accident. All of you have become an extension of our family in such a short time, and we wouldn't have it any other way, even if we didn't get the gift of the award-winning pie by our daughter, Charlotte."

  Looking at me with my favorite fatherly glare, he says, "We expect two submissions next year, munchkin. To another wonderful family summer and our guardian above, Bryce. Thank you all."

  We a
ll raise our glasses and salivate over the feast in front of us.

  A brief feeling of disappointment settles over me but passes quickly in knowing I can definitely make two pies next year. Because of my cast, I wasn't able to enter the contest. I usually spend about two weeks experimenting and adding on school this summer, I would’ve have been ready in time. Out of ten years, I've won six times and the other four I lost to Mrs. Mitchell. I hid all of the ribbons in my parents garage so Matt hasn't seen them.

  With adoration and shock in his eyes, Matt kisses my temple. "Never ceasing to surprise me, angel. I volunteer to be the guinea pig next year."

  By the end of the night, everyone is stuffed full of a million different types of meat and pie. Matt and I are sitting on a picnic blanket near the amphitheater as we wait for the fireworks. My dad and Aaron are on the fireworks committee, which is dangerous if your names are Kylie and Charlie. Let's just say, we were hit in the shoulder with bottle rockets back in middle school more times than either of us want to remember. I love my brother. He can fly a plane with his eyes closed and taught me how to shoot a gun, but I don't trust that man to not set my hair on fire. I'll leave the fire to Leo and Mr. Reynolds.

  With love in his eyes, Matt admits, "This has been a day for the record books. I say we add another picture to our scrapbook don't you think?"

  Turning around from my spot in between his legs, I say, "You have an obsession sometimes I swear."

  He kisses my nose. "You love it and will stare at the scrapbook for many years. Now turn back around."

  I get myself comfortable with my head lying on his shoulder. He pulls his phone out and gets us settled in the frame for a picture I can't wait to see displayed in his birthday scrapbook. Shortly, after taking the first picture, the fireworks are shooting into the air. The first crackle and pop makes me jump out of Matt's arms, almost head butting him in the chin. I swear, no matter how many years we do this, I flinch every single time.