No Refunds No Exchanges: A Hudson Family Series- Book 4- Matt and Ali

by Chontelle Brison

  “I don’t want excuses, Amber, I want a commitment. If I have to come out of the shadows and stop letting my insecurity about my scars and my injury dictate my life, then so do you. Besides, aren’t you tired of living in the shadows? I know it’s scary! Shit, I’m terrified,” I confessed honestly.

  “What if your wrong and I really am a shitty person, what if I can’t be redeemed?” The slight tremble in her voice told me I was asking a lot of her. I was asking her to have faith in herself, to own up to past mistakes and figure out a way through them instead of running from them and I was asking her to help me care for my animals. I knew that no one had ever asked Amber to handle anything important. Ignored by her father, most of the men she had dated had seen her as a cute trophy but I knew from our conversations that she was intelligent and nowhere near as shallow as she let everyone believe.

  “I suppose I might be wrong. I might be mistaken about how strong I think you are or how all you need is someone to believe in you for once.” I shrugged. “I could be wrong, and Matt may wake up in a year or two and decide he wants a younger, more physically active woman in his bed or his heart.” I felt a shiver run down my spine when Matt’s hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back against his hard body. His erection pressed thickly against my spine, wetness flooded my panties.

  “Never. Going. To. Happen. You. Are. Mine. Now! Always!” Matt whispered into my ear, his hot breath making me clench my thighs. Oh, My! Must get naked. Must get naked!

  I cleared my throat and with Matt refusing to relinquish the grip on my hips, I stared expectantly at Amber.

  “Okay, okay, I won’t let you down, Alison. I promise. I will call John, just not today okay?”

  I could tell she was embarrassed to be in the room with so much sexual tension radiating between Matt and me.

  “Okay, deal! Amber, I also need everything you have that can connect Richard to my parent’s accident. Today was a lot to process, and I think I’m still numb about that whole part of the conversation. But I’m going to process everything, and when I do, I’m going to need information.” I told her.

  I was sure Matt was wondering why I hadn’t brought up the fact that Amber had mentioned that she had proof that Richard had caused my parent’s brakes to fail. However, the idea of a man that I had once idolized, murdering my parents was so horrible, I couldn’t deal with thinking about it. I knew I would have to face it eventually. Maybe not this second but I knew once the shock wore off, I was going to be looking for Richard Taggart and God help the man when I found him!

  “I’ll have everything my guys have on him sent over tonight. Thanks, Ali.” Amber said brightly as she reached for the front door knob.

  I smiled and waved goodbye just as I felt Matt’s hands run up under my sweater, push my flimsy bra out of the way and cup my breasts. My head fell back against his chest, and I moaned as he rolled my nipples between his thick fingers.

  “I’m taking you upstairs, and I intend to fuck you senseless. Any objections?” Matt grumbled in my ear as he began walking us backward, still not moving his hands from my breasts.

  “My only objection is that your room is all the way up the stairs,” I whispered in a pained voice. The heat in my belly grew, and an ache started between my legs.

  Moments later, I was hoisted up and over his shoulder. I giggled as he ran for the stairs and then up them, not slowing until we were in his room, door shut and lights off. The pitch black made me daring and as soon as I felt my body hit the bed I leapt off. I knew he was doing this for me, being sensitive to my insecurities about my scars. But Matt made me feel beautiful, sexy, whole. I wanted to give this man all of me, and I knew how I was going to do it.

  Matt

  I threw my sexy prey on my bed and quickly pushed off my sweats and boxers in one fluid motion. I threw off my sweater and climbed onto the bed reaching for where Alison’s feet should have been. Instead, all I felt was air, I whipped my head around when I heard her shuffling near the door and for a moment, I panicked. Was she running again? God Dammit No!

  I heard myself growl, as I stalked toward the moving shadow near the doorway.

  “Matthew Hudson, you take your growling, sexy self back to that bed and lay down!” Alison ordered in a husky voice that made my cock throb so hard it hurt.

  “If you run Alison Collins, I will find you,” I warned. I wasn’t sure what was happening, and I knew she was processing a lot of information but if the woman bolted I was going to drag her back and fuck her until she couldn’t think of anything else but staying with me.

  A soft hand touched my chest, and soft lips brushed mine. “I’m not running Matthew. I want to give you me, all of me.” She whispered.

  Feeling for her face in the dark, I captured her cheeks in my hands and gave her a hard, hungry kiss. Stalking back to my bed, I crawled toward the headboard and waited to see what Alison would do.

  Before my next heart beat the room flooded with light and for a moment I was blinded. As soon as my eyes adjusted, my mouth dropped open, and I had to stop myself from opening drooling.

  There stood my passionate, sexy, angel with not a stitch of clothing. I let my eyes roam every inch of her, greedily taking in her full breasts with those dusty rose nipples, her ample hips that were just begging to be grabbed while my cock thrust in and out of the hot pussy that was hiding behind a dark triangle of curls.

  “This is me Matthew; the view is not going to get better. The scars will never fade more than they have. Are you sure you want this forever?” Alison asked in a soft voice.

  The uncertainty in her eyes crushed me. She had no idea how beautiful she was. Scars. What scars? I didn’t even notice the scars on her body, now that I was looking I could see them below her breasts and down between her thighs but they didn’t detract from her beauty. Apparently, I had done a terrible job of showing her in Ireland, just how much her scars didn’t matter. I gave her a hungry stare as I thought of all the ways I was going to show this woman how much I loved her body.

  “Come here Alison,” I commanded as I used one finger to gesture her closer.

  Like a nervous filly, Alison stumbled a few steps and then stopped. Her eyes narrowed and instead of coming to the bed, she walked to my dresser and began grabbing clothes.

  “And this, Matt! Your clothes are color coordinated in your drawers! This is more me Matt,” she practically shouted as she tossed various articles of clothing around the room.

  When Alison had finally finished her tirade, my room was littered with socks, underwear, shirts and shorts. I immediately felt my anxiety level rise as I looked around at my, once, pristine Armani t-shirts that I had purchased from the Forum Shops at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas and my high-end shorts that I had carefully matched to each shirt in my wardrobe.

  Yeah, it was true that I was an anal-retentive freak, and I felt more comfortable with things matching then not. However, I knew what Alison was doing. She was letting it all hang out there to see if I was really going to stay. To find out if I could actually accept her despite our differences. Six months ago, I would have told you that this was definitely a deal breaker. That I could never live with someone who didn’t hold the same standards for organization and high-end things as I did.

  Looking at her, panting from her exertion, I had to fight to keep from grabbing her stubborn ass and dragging her back to the bed. Did she even realize she was standing there, naked? The little minx had no idea that what she was doing was only making me want her more not less. Her breasts heaved with each breath she took in, her dark, obsidian eyes shone with fear and excitement. Her face was flushed an adorable pink, and she gave me erotic visions of a naughty Snow White. I could definitely get into that role play. I would play the part of the handsome prince but instead of a sweet kiss to wake the sleeping princess, I would scorch her with a kiss so hot it would set the sheets on fire.

  I was so busy being lost in my fantasy that I missed Alison’s terse words.

  “Well, what do you hav
e to say, Matt? I’m scarred, I’ll limp for the rest of my life, I’m a few years older than you, I don’t get my nails done because they’d just break anyway, I wear jeans and t-shirts because everything else gets ruined! Are you just going to stand there and gawk at my tits or are you going to speak, Matt?”

  Her angry tone brought a wicked smile to my lips, and I saw her confidence falter and her eyes grow wide as I leered at her.

  “Come here Alison,” I ordered. I was tired of this game, tired of having to prove that I wasn’t going anywhere.

  She took a step and then realized she was following my directions and stopped. She raised her adorable chin high in defiance and placed her suntanned hands on her creamy white hips. I arched one eyebrow and gave her a hard stare.

  “Not until you answer me, Matt. I love you, but I’m not foolish enough to think that love alone can make something work. I’m a package deal, I will never leave Baloo and the others, and I’m not debutante material.” She huffed as I continued to glare at her.

  “Come here Alison,” I repeated letting my tone let her know that resistance was futile.

  “Not until you. What the hell? Dammit, Matt put me down if you can’t hack it just tell me!” she shouted as I jumped off the bed, grabbed her struggling body up into my arms and strode back toward the bed. This time, when I threw her on it, I followed her down pinning her arms above her head with one hand and pressing her body into the mattress with mine. I almost groaned as my cock pressed against her thigh.

  She struggled for about one minute and then I felt her body relax with the resignation that she wasn’t getting me off her.

  Alison opened her mouth to shout at me, and I swallowed her words with my tongue. I kissed her hard and passionately and didn’t lift up until she was arching her hips up towards mine and groaning with need. Once I had her soft and pliant, I raised my head. All I wanted to do was bury myself in her sweet heat, but I knew we had to have this out, or we’d end up here again.

  She stared up at me with lust-filled eyes and a wet mouth swollen by my kisses.

  “Now that I have your attention, I intend to answer your questions,” I said breathless from kissing her.

  She groaned and tried to reach up and kiss me. It took every ounce of willpower to pull out of reach, but somehow I managed.

  “Later Matt, I need you, I need you inside me,” she groaned shamelessly grinding her hips against mine.

  Using the last shred of willpower I had, I pressed her harder into the bed, effectively stilling her efforts to distract me. “Alison, I will be inside you, honey! I will be inside you tonight and every night that you’ll have me, but we need to get a few things straight.”

  I saw the lust clear, and wariness take its place in her dark eyes. She nodded once, and I took a few deep breaths.

  “First, I don’t care about your scars, if I didn’t show you that in Ireland then I will have to spend the rest of our lives together showing you how beautiful you are to me.” I rasped covering her mouth with my hand when she went to speak.

  “Second, I do like things neat, it does make me slightly anxious when things are out of place,” I explained. I tightened my grip when she started trying to squirm out of my grasp, no doubt trying to bolt. “Dammit Alison, you will let me finish!” I told her. I gave her trembling mouth a quick kiss to soften the blow from my harsh tone.

  “Even though I like things orderly and neat, that desire is nothing compared to the desire to have you in my life. So, since I am a successful account and no longer an escort, I can afford a housekeeper. She can clean, do laundry, and even cook if you feel the inclination. But nothing is going to stop me from loving you!”

  Her tears came fast, and I let go of her wrists to cup her tear strained face. “Baby, it’s you I want. I don’t need you to have fancy nails or designer clothes. I grew up on a ranch, I know how to work and how to dress for that work. I’m not afraid of a little dirt on you sweetheart as long you let me wash it all off that incredible body of yours, every night for you.”

  Alison’s eyes filled with love and I kissed her slowly, trying to savor her like a fine wine. When we finally pulled apart, I knew there was one final thing we needed to get straight. Calling on my tools of seduction, I rained kisses down her cheeks, to her smooth neck and down to the sweet flesh of her breasts. At the same time, I slid one hand down to her slick folds and gasped when I felt how incredibly hot and wet she was already. Slipping two fingers inside of her while thumbing her clit, I was rewarded by her moan and the arching of her hips into my hand. I built a slow rhythm not allowing her to increase my pace even as she tried to move her hips up and down against the thrust of my fingers. I simply took hold of one hip and continued my tortuous assault. Alison panted as her head rolled from side to side as I refused to let her crest that peak she was chasing.

  “Matt…Matt…I need…” she trailed off as I added a third finger.

  I smiled, she was wet and trembling in my hands and once again I brought her to the edge and then dragged her back from it again, the frustration in her voice was evident.

  “Matt, dammit! I need to come!” My passionate minx cried out as I clamped down harder on her hips that were trying to buck out of my hold.

  “Say you’ll marry me, Alison. Say that we will be living together in your new home, and you will never speak poorly about yourself again,” I whispered in her ear.

  She answered with a groan and again tried to break my hold. I knew it was a devious move, not letting her cum until I had the answer I wanted. However, I was running out of patience and time. I wanted Ali forever, and I was willing to play dirty to get it.

  “Just one word Alison, just say yes.”

  “You can’t be serious!” Came her startled reply. I increased my thrusting pace, and she dropped her head back as she got lost in the need ramping up inside of her.

  I kissed her rosy nipples and tried to rein in my own desire to just slide inside of her and fuck her so hard that my headboard broke.

  “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life Alison. You are mine. We’re forever. I want you with my ring on your finger; my children in your belly and us in the same bed every night…just say yes, Alison.” I groaned seriously wondering how long I was going to be able to keep from fucking her.

  Her expression was pained with need, and I made the mistake of letting one of her hip’s go to cup her face and kiss her passionately. I couldn’t help it. I realized too late that Alison was an opportunist. She thrust her hips against my hand and into my erection and for all my good intentions I knew I was about to fail. With a frustrated grunt, I withdrew my fingers and fill her with my cock with one thrust. I pushed as deeply as I could, wanting her to take all of me, accept all of me as I had her.

  “Yes Matt, Oh God,” came her breathy reply.

  Urged on by her response and taken over by lust, I pounded each thrust into her with everything I had. I raised her hips to make each thrust deeper, I felt my entire bed move with my wild rutting. I knew I should pace myself, stop and go slower, remember what I was trying to accomplish. However, when Alison’s voice floated up to my ears and I heard the one word that would undo me.

  “More.”

  I lost all sense and pulled her legs over one shoulder so her ass was lifted off the bed and thrust into the heat that was all mine now. Her moans and whispers fueled me on. I had never lost control like this, I had never felt so hungry to dominate and possess someone.

  Even when Alison came with a loud cry and shouting my name, I kept my pace. I wanted to take her higher than she’d ever been, I wanted to take her someplace she’d never reached before with anyone else. She cried out as her orgasm began to build once more, even though her pussy was sensitive from her orgasm, I rubbed gently on her clit until she was writhing beneath me. She begged for release, she begged me to stop then in the next breath she begged me to keep going and this time, when I led her over the edge, I went with her.

  Spent and breathing as
if I had just run a marathon, I pulled out and rolled over next to her. I could have happily stayed inside her all night, but I didn’t want to crush her smaller body with mine. I looked over and was met with a sated expression. She looked exhausted and thoroughly content as I pulled her to me and tucked her head on my shoulder. The last thought I had before my eyes drifted shut was…Mine.

  Ali

  I pulled on the crisp pair of jeans I had just purchased, along with the bra, panties, tennis shoes and the shirt that had a panda on the front. Once I was satisfied, I pulled on the red flannel that I had grabbed just as I was about to check out. Instead of buttoning it up to my neck, as I would normally have done, I decided to leave it open. As soon as I was set, I thanked the cashier for letting me change into my new clothes in the store dressing room and made my way out to Matt’s car. It was a much nicer car than I was used to. My old truck needed a few minutes once you started her just to get her engine going. However, I barely turned the key in Matt’s BMW, and the damn thing actually purred to life.

  I had to admit that driving a car that felt like you were floating instead of being bounced around like a popcorn kernel, was one luxury I may be able to get used to.

  Throwing the rest of my bags in the back seat, I put Matt’s address into the GPS on my phone. I was pretty sure I could find my way back to the Hudson ranch, but I didn’t want to risk getting lost.

  About twenty minutes later, I pulled into the Hudson’s long driveway. My hope was that Matt was still asleep, and I would be able to make him breakfast before he woke up. I had only intended to borrow his car to run into town to get something to make for breakfast, but when I had passed the clothing store on my way, I knew I had to get some clothes of my own. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate what Synclair and Sara had done regarding the clothes and such. I just wasn’t accustomed to people doing things for me, and I needed to regain some of my independence before I didn’t recognize the reflection in the mirror anymore.