Chapter Eighteen

Karrie

I’m so tired I can hardly stand up. I don’t know how Matthew does it. Being on the road is fucking hard. I miss my bed. I miss my house. I miss my routine. I have one more game to get through and then it’s five days off. Five whole glorious days.

“I can’t wait, Vivienne. Honestly, I think I’m going to sleep for seventy-two hours straight,” I tell Vivienne while we are on FaceTime.

“What is Matthew doing?” she asks, and I have to admit I have no idea. We really never brought it up.

“Je ne comprend pas.” I don’t understand, she cuts in. “You sleep with him every single night, tout nu.” Naked, she adds in. I roll my eyes at her while she leans back in her chair. “Chéri, you play with fire, you get anal!”

I laugh at her. “I think that’s the exact saying. You play with fire you get burnt.”

She waves her hand in the air. “Même chose.” Same thing.

I hear the click of the hotel door and sit up, watching Matthew come in. He throws his hat on the chair before falling into bed.

“Bonjour, Vivi,” he says in broken French while he leans in and kisses me on the lips while cupping my breast. He lays his head in my lap.

“Matthew.”

He peers into the phone. “She’s French. They do a lot worse.” He winks at her while she throws her head back and laughs at him.

“You know it, Matthew. Okay, I’ve got to work,” Vivienne says. “Text me to let me know when you land. D’accord.” All right, she ends the sentence.

I click the phone off, putting it on the bedside table while I rub my hands in his damp hair. “What time are we going to the rink tonight?” I ask him while he closes his eyes.

“Four-thirty,” he says to me. “Fuck, I love when you play with my hair.”

“You love when I play with anything on your body, not just your hair.” I laugh at him while I sink into the pillows and watch the television show that’s playing in the background. “I want to be Judge Judy,” I tell him, but his soft snore fills the room. My heart beats just a touch different. We’ve been together twenty-four/seven for two months now. The thought of not seeing him every day makes my chest hurt. Laughing with him, fighting with him, but most part being hugged by him at night. His arms holding me close. Yup, I have to go. It’s going to do us both good.

The game that night is a tough one. Matthew is hit from behind, leaving the game early in the second period, but he comes back strong in the third period, getting a goal and an assist. His line is on fire, with the trio moving up to second line. The buzz around is that they are almost going to replace the top line. When we finally walk into the house we do the same thing as we have the last time, throwing everything down, except this time I just take out my toiletry bag and open it on the vanity since I’m leaving tomorrow morning. I grab the sunscreen, tossing it inside also.

I walk over to my closet, bringing down a bag that I have packed for tomorrow morning. Matthew is downstairs making sure that everything is okay. In twelve hours I’ll be on a beach. I walk over to the bed, sliding inside the crisp cold sheets. I close off the lights while I wait for Matthew to come upstairs. “All good?” I ask him while I watch him go to his side of the bed and slide inside.

“All good, babe.” He kisses my head, taking me in his arms. “I’m beat,” he says while tucking me close to him. I fall asleep to the beating of his heart and the smell of what I can only describe as Matthew.

The phone beeping makes me open my eyes. I try to reach out and close it, but my hand is stuck. Panic fills me as I open my eyes. My hand is tied to the bed with a black strap. The cuff has fur on it. I pull harder while my eyes roam around the room. I’m by myself, but both my hands are now strapped. “Matthew!” I yell out, knowing he is somewhere in the house. “Matthew fucking Grant,” I say while tugging on my cord. “This isn’t funny, Matthew.”

“Oh, I find this very funny,” he says, walking into the room, stopping at the doorway. He is dressed in his track pants and team T-shirt. His feet bare while he sips a cup of coffee.

“Matthew, let me go.” I pull again but nothing happens. “I have a flight to catch.”

He throws his head back, laughing. “If you think for one minute I’m letting you go to Mexico by yourself without me, you're fucking dreaming.” He walks to the bed where I’m almost thrashing to get away from the restraints. “There’s no way in fucking hell you are going anywhere without me. Ever.” He smiles at me, infuriating me even more than I thought was humanly possible. This, this, this big bully has me strapped to a bed.

“You know this is kidnapping, right?” I try to pick the straps, but my nails can’t get to it. “I mean, you can’t honestly think you can keep me strapped to the bed.”

He smirks at me, his side smile making me want to take his stick and smash it over his head. “Oh, not only am I keeping you strapped to that bed the whole fucking time, you’re going to beg me to not let you go.”

“I think that bump to the head you got last night has messed you up.” I try to keep calm, yet I’m so mad I think I’m the hulk, except I’m really not. “Matthew, seriously, I have a plane to catch.”

“Sorry about that. I was able to cancel the flight, but I couldn’t get your points back. Or your money.” He sits at the end of the bed, his fingers going from my big toe all the way up the arch of my foot, to my inner ankle. “Mine,” he says to himself while his fingers go to the front of my leg. “I have the same straps for your legs,” he says while his finger trails my inner thigh till he gets to just under my pussy. “Those are going to come later.”

“Oh, no, they aren’t. Matthew, let me go. What if I have to go to the bathroom?” I ask him. Surely I can make a run for it.

“I can carry you there and back. Five days, five days of nothing but you, me, and time together,” he says while his finger goes from my inner thigh to the front where my bikini line is.

I scream out in frustration, “Matthew, seriously.”

He gets on all fours, crawling over me. Me and my naked body because of his stupid rule. My nipples are already peaked for him. Traitors. I’m not even going to tell you how my legs just want to open up for him.

“Did you really think I would just let you walk out?” he asks, bending down to take a nipple into his mouth. Nothing soft, it’s a bite, and it’s hard, the pain shooting through me, till his tongue twirls around it, the throbbing turning to pleasure now.

“Did you think I was going to let you walk out for five days without me?" He does the tsk tsk tsk with his mouth. "I don’t let what's mine go, ever." He takes the other nipple in his mouth. I’m waiting for the sting. Instead, he just sucks it deep into his mouth. My back arches off the bed. My hands now hold the strap of the cuffs. “I was going slow before.” He continues while I watch him kiss the center of my chest, my heart beating so fast, I’m sure I will see it come out. “Not anymore.” He kisses my heart. “This shit stops now. I gave you time to get used to it. Well, your time is up.” He kisses down to my stomach.

“Are you crazy?” I ask him, watching him kiss just under my belly button. “This is crazy. I agreed to sleeping naked with you. I agreed to be your girlfriend.” His eyes come up to meet mine. We have never had the exclusive talk, but assuming I’m with him all the time, I figured.

He smiles at me. “Girlfriend.” He shakes his head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the right word. “Girlfriend doesn’t even come close to what you are to me.” He kisses me again on my hip this time. “You’re more than just my girlfriend.” He kisses the other hip. “You’re my lover.” He kisses the lower part of my stomach. “You’re my tomorrow.” I pull my hands, hoping they snap so I can rub his face. “You’re my forever.” He kisses the spot right on top of my pussy, so soft I barely feel it.

“Matthew,” I whisper out, “let my hands go.” I try, only to see him shake his head.

“Not any time soon. I need to show you that you belong to me. Mark and claim you.” That’s the last thing he says before his face is planted in my pussy. Open mouthed he kisses me, his tongue coming out, making little circles. My legs fall more open only for him to put them over his shoulders. “All around you all you will feel will be me.” He licks from the bottom all the way to the top, sucking my clit. “All you will see is me.” He repeats the same things again. “All you will be is mine.”

My eyes close at his words. They hit me right in my heart. It’s a feeling I’ve felt only once before when I lost my mother. It’s a feeling of complete and utter love. It’s a feeling knowing that you will forever be linked with them. It’s a feeling I will never forget, because it’s so very different this time. This time I’m not grieving. This time I’m embracing it. “Matthew.” It’s the only word that can come out because he now has pushed my legs back, his tongue sliding into me. Curling up and coming back out, he does that five more times, releasing a leg to stick two fingers in me while his thumb presses down on my clit. His fingers slide in halfway and then come out only to be pushed in again to the knuckle. My hands are still holding the strap this time, so tight my nails are now almost white.

“Mine.” He keeps saying while his fingers never stop assaulting me, never stop playing with me.

I’m about to come. My tits get tight, my stomach starts to roll, my toes start to curl, and my moan leaves my lips the same time that his fingers come out of me and stay out. I open my eyes, watching him lick me off his fingers. “You aren’t going to come till you tell me you're mine.”

I glare at him. “What?” I ask him, knowing what he will say next.

He sticks his fingers back in. My body wakes up again. My eyes close halfway, taking in the feeling of him surrounding me. He fingers me harder now, his fingers filling me while he bites down on my clit, which is throbbing. “Don’t stop, please,” I say, waiting for the crash to happen, waiting to jump off the bridge into the bliss or orgasm, only to be pushed back. His fingers slow down, his pace almost stopping.

“You going to say it, babe?” he asks while his fingers enter me so slow I can feel all his ridges. His thumb strings on my clit side to side. His body comes up while his fingers still fuck me. Taking my nipple into his mouth, he bites down. My senses are almost overloaded. I don’t know what to concentrate on first. His fingers in me, his fingers on my clit, or his tongue around my nipple. He’s all over me. He’s everywhere. “Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight. You’re there. Babe. Right there. You want to come?” he asks me, knowing the answer. My head moves from side to side while I tilt my hips up and my legs back. “Say it. Say it and I’ll let you come.”

“Matthew,” I beg him, almost crying for it. “Please.” His fingers start harder now, rubbing the G-spot inside me, the pressure so much, so good. “I’m going to come.”

“No, you're not,” he says, stopping all his fingers.

I groan, cursing at him.

“Say it, babe. Say it and I’ll make you come and then fuck you so hard.”

I open my eyes and lick my lips at the sight of his tented pants. “How hard?” I ask him, seeing him bite down tight, the vein in his jaw ticking. I’m not the only one on the edge. I push my tits up, trying to rub on him. “How hard are you going to make me come?”

“Mine.” His mouth covers mine while our tongues fight with each other while we both try to kiss each other harder. His mouth leaves mine while he looks down at his hand disappearing inside me. “So wet,” he says, and I know I’m wet. I can feel myself leaking all over his hand, all over the bed. “This little clit, so tight, so red. Want me to rub it, baby, rub it till you come?”

“Yes.” I push up my hips now, trying to move side to side. I open my eyes to watch his while I say the words he’s been waiting for. “Yours. Only yours.” His fingers slam into me. “Always yours.” Is the last thing I say before I come all over his hand, and he doesn’t stop. He continues pumping into me till I’m sure I’m going to come again, till I hear a Velcro strap open on my right wrist, only to be flipped to my stomach where he pulls my hips up. My hands grab the sheets while I look over my shoulder at the same time and he slips into me. Slowly to the root and then out again, only to be slammed into over and over again. The bed knocks against the wall, his hips crushing into mine, my body pushing back against his. His hand grabs my hair, pulling my head back, making my back arch, getting him deeper in me.

“Play with your clit. Get yourself there with me,” he tells me while his hips never stop. My hands move under me, where I flick it with my nail, still sensitive from before, but the need to come overpowers it. My fingers rub it hard, from side to side. “You’re almost there. I feel you squeezing me.” His hands grip my hips. “Fuck, so good,” he says while I breathe out, the orgasm coming so fast I don’t even know how to tell him. Instead, my body stills, my pussy spasms, and my breath stops, my chest heaving while I close my eyes, riding the wave that has come over me. Riding till I’m almost at the shore, till he slams in me one more time and lets his head fall back and roars out his own wave.