Chapter 12
Sienna
The buzzing of my alarm clock makes my head want to explode. Reaching out, I attempt to shut it off, only to find a very hard, extremely hot wall of muscle blocking me from reaching the nightstand. Then the alarm is silenced. Opening my eyes, I jolt up in bed so fast my head nearly spins right off my shoulders.
“Good morning,” Matt’s voice is warm like melted caramel. Lying on his back, he stares up at me with soft eyes, still hazy from sleep. My eyes drift down his bare chest, stopping at the quilt bunched at his waist that does nothing to hide the impressive hard-on he is currently sporting.
“Morning.”
Reaching out, he bands his arm around my middle and pulls me to him, while rolling to his side. His erection presses into my belly, causing heat to flood my body. “How do you feel?”
“Like I drank my weight in wine,” I mumble, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. “Or nearly died trying.”
“Yeah.” His fingers slip beneath the hem of my shirt, sliding upward as he rolls me to my back. The heat from his touch causes goosebumps to break out over my skin. His hands wake every cell in my body, sending sparks of anticipation and desire through me. “You earned an A for effort there.” Settling between my thighs, he leans in, his lips softly brushing my ear before tugging it playfully between his teeth. I moan, wanting nothing more than to forget everything waiting for me the moment I go downstairs and have to face the aftermath of yesterday. “Shower?” he asks, trailing his lips down to the sensitive spot behind my ear. His hand slides up my thigh, fingers digging in as he kneads my ass through my shorts, rocking my body into his.
“Only if you join me,” I answer on a breathy exhale. Running my hands up the hard muscles of his back, I grip his shoulders and let out a small sigh. The friction as our bodies move together is only enough to tease me, making me yearn for more.
He smiles against my skin and I feel it all the way to my core. “As much as I’m dying to be inside you right now, baby, I don’t have a condom.”
“Birth control,” I murmur, my hands diving into his hair. “I’ve got the implant in my arm. Got tested after I ended things with Jimmy. Only been with you since. I’m clean.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his grip tightening on my ass as he stills. The sensation puts an almost perfect amount of pressure against my clit. I shift my hips as much as his grip on me will allow, seeking that little extra to send me over the edge. Matt hisses out a breath. “You keep grinding on me like that, we’ll never make it out of this bed,” he warns, pulling back to meet my eyes. The blue sparks, fill with heat as he appears to be fighting for control.
A battle, that if I have anything to say about it, he won’t be able to win.
Releasing my hold on him, I arch my back and rip my shirt over my head. Matt’s eyes drop to my bare breasts. His mouth opens, his tongue peeking out to sweep over his bottom lip. I want to bite down on that lip while he drives his cock into me. Leaning down, he circles my nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. “Ah!” Tossing my shirt aside, I cup his face in my hands, holding him to me as he equally tortures each nipple. A growl rumbles up from his chest, low and possessive. Sexy as hell. The vibrations only adding to my hunger for him.
“Hang on, babe.” Matt rolls, taking me with him. I squeal as he shifts my body, hauling me tightly against him as he stands. Gripping my ass firmly with one hand, while the other is sliding up my back, he strides out of my bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom.
Switching on the light, he sits me on my feet before heading straight for my favorite part of my master bathroom. The shower. The slate and ivory stone back wall takes up nearly half the room, with the other three sides being made entirely of glass. There are multiple jets and settings, and the water pressure is literally the greatest thing in the world after working a twelve-hour shift at the bakery. This and the kitchen were the reasons I jumped on this house the moment it hit the market.
While Matt works on adjusting the water temperature, I take it as an opportunity to brush my teeth. The last thing I am doing is ruining the moment by kissing him when my breath tastes worse than the inside of an old boot. When I lean over the sink to spit and rinse my mouth, I feel Matt press into me from behind. Running his hand along my hips, he rocks me back into his cock. Dropping my tooth brush into the sink, I switch off the faucet. Straightening as much as he will allow me to, I reach behind me and grab a handful of his ass, smiling to myself when I see he has ditched his boxers.
“The mirrors in here all face the shower,” he says, rolling his hips.
“Mhm,” I moan. “Though, to be fair, the shower does take up most of the space in here.”
Taking a step back, Matt pushes my bottoms over my hips, taking my panties with them as they fall to the floor. Leaning down, he presses his lips to my shoulder, his eyes locking on mine in the mirror. “Turn around, Sienna.”
The moment I face him, his arms wrap around me, hauling me from my feet. Our mouths collide, tongues tangling as each of us battling for control of the moment. The hot water sprays down on us as Matt moves us into the shower. Pressing my back to the tile, his mouth and hands light fire to every inch of skin they touch. “You’re teasing me,” I pant, ripping my mouth from his.
“Wrong,” he says, nipping along my shoulder. “I’m savoring you.” Sliding his hand between our bodies, he cups my pussy. Grinding his palm against my clit, he slides the tip of his middle finger inside me. “Fuck,” he hisses. “So ready for me. So fucking wet.” Letting my head fall back to the tile, I moan, his words only adding to the ache building inside me.
How does he do this to me?
Removing his hand, he shifts our bodies, settling my thighs around his hips just as I feel the head of his cock press inside me. Then he stills. His eyes slam shut, his brow furrowing as he drags a ragged breath in through his barely parted lips.
“Matt?” I ask, though it sounds more like a plea than concern. Probably because it is. I desperately need him to move.
His eyes open, locking with mine. His hips surge forward on a roar, filling me completely. My entire body rattles from the sheer force of his hips as he drives into me again and again like a man possessed. It’s exquisite. “Goddamn,” he grunts, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Dreamt about being balls deep inside this sweet fucking pussy all night.”
My ass slams into the tile with every thrust, jolts of pleasure mixing with bites of pain, making them one and the same. Turning my head, my eyes fix on our reflection in the mirror. His ass clenches with each move of his hips, his cock working in and out of me. I can’t look away. It’s so hot to see us from this angle. The control I was so determined to hold onto moments ago, lessens with every passing second. I can feel my body tightening, winding up like a spring, every sensation only adding to the release I feel coiling deep in my belly. Arching my back, I cry out his name and welcome the oblivion I know is about to overtake me.
Clasping the back of my neck with his hand, Matt slams his mouth to mine, swallowing the cries of my release the second my orgasm takes hold and shakes me like a ragdoll. His tongue sweeps over mine slowly, taking his time to taste, to tease, savoring every second while his hips only increase their torturous rhythm. “So sweet,” he growls against my lips. Shifting his hips, he surges deeper, harder, faster, making it very clear that he isn’t letting me ride my climax out nice and slow. Matt is taking and has every intention of leaving me completely shaken by the way he owns my body. I am tossed, turned upside down, and shattered beyond any semblance of repair, and I fucking love every second.
* * *
Half an hour later, I head downstairs, nearly coming out of my damn skin when I see Kelsie sitting at the kitchen island, sipping a cup of coffee. “Holy shit biscuit!” I yelp, slamming back into Matt. Steadying me, his hand slides down to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze before releasing his hold. “Would it kill you to give someone a little heads up when you hear them coming?”
Placing the mug down in front of her, Kelsie arches a perfectly shaped brow at me. “Which time?” she asks, a smirk spreading across her face.
“How do you take your coffee?” I ask, looking to Matt and ignoring Kelsie’s smartass comment. His hair is still damp, wild and tousled from my fingers. No shirt, bare feet, and the dark pants of his uniform fitting over his thick thighs and the ass I want to take a bite out of every time I see it.
“Sweet,” he replies with a wink. Leaning back against the wall, Matt crosses his arms over his bare chest. “And ideally, back in bed.”
My stomach flips at the idea of spending an entire day in bed with Matt. Hours and hours of nothing but us devouring every inch of each other over and over again. His lips twitch up into a smile, no doubt seeing the turn my mind has taken.
“Careful, Sienna. You don’t wanna trip on your tongue,” Kelsie says, reaching out and slapping my arm. “You may need it.”
Snapping out of my sexually-induced haze, I shoot a glare at Kelsie before turning my attention to pouring Matt and I each a cup of coffee. “Very funny, Lady Haha. Were you planning to go with me to the bail out Briggs, or would you rather hang out here and work on your stand-up routine?”
Matt chuckles, taking the cup from my out-stretched fingers. Grabbing a spoon from the drainer, he begins heaping mounds of sugar into his cup, before stirring. Looking up at me, his face turns serious. “About that,” he says, lifting the mug to his lips. “There’s a few things we should probably talk about before you head down to the station.”
“Why?” Kelsie and I ask in unison. “What happened?” I continue, sitting my mug down.
“Jimmy was cut loose last night,” he says, sounding disgusted with his own words. “Shithead lawyered up almost immediately and has one hell of an alibi.” He shakes his head. “Video.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Kelsie screeches, pushing to her feet so fast the stool she was sitting on tumbles back and slams to the tile floor. “He has a video alibi?” she asks in disbelief. “The fuck was that tool doing? Making a sex tape?”
“Oh God,” I groan, shaking my head. “Can we please not mention Jimmy and porn in the same sentence. I will puke.” Taking a deep breath to cleanse my thoughts, and settle my rioting stomach, I turn to Matt for answers. “What does that mean? No charges? As in he’s off the hook?”
“The way I heard it, it was surveillance footage from his garage.” Matt shakes his head. “And he’s not off the hook for shit. There’s just not enough to prove he was involved. Yet. One more reason why you need that restraining order.”
“We’ve talked about this,” I grumble, not wanting to discuss this shit again.
“Yeah, we did, babe,” he replies honestly. “This time fuckin’ listen. That piece of paper serves more of a purpose than you think. It gets his behavior on file, documents a history. It also gives us the ability to take more defensive action when trying to keep him the hell away from you.”
“Ugh,” I mumble, sipping from my cup. “I’m going to need more than coffee to have this conversation.”
“Then put on your big girl panties and grab the shot glasses, cocktart,” Kelsie says, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “I’m siding with Hunk P.D. on this one.”
“Awesome,” I deadpan, knowing that there are a good thirty-seven thousand things I would rather be doing right now with my time and energy instead of having this conversation, and not a single one of them has a damn thing to do with Jimmy Motherfucking Anderson.