SEVENTEEN
MATTHEW
HER MOUTH.
Her body.
There was no match.
Seeing her jealous over another woman. I’m not sure why, but it did something for me. She actually gave a shit about me being with someone else. Somehow, it made me feel a bit better about flipping out about another guy.
I had never felt the way I felt with Shannon, and I had been with quite a few women over the years. My body had never responded to any other woman the way it had with her.
Never.
There would never be another.
As I lay there on top of her, still inside her warmth with her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my center, I knew she was the one.
We had moved to my bedroom overnight, staying up into the hours of the morning worshipping each other. Our bodies were still shivering from our release, and I was enjoying the feel of her clenching around me, clutching me and releasing me in an orgasmic massage.
I didn’t know what to expect, but once I peeled her clothes off and got a look at her naked flesh and the perfection that was underneath all that fabric, I was at a loss for words.
Beautiful.
She was fucking beautiful inside and out.
And the sex.
Fuck.
I came so hard with her name on my lips and my heart exploding from my chest for her.
Only her.
The only problem I had with the situation was I was positive she wasn’t a virgin. Even though she said she was, something about the way she felt and her reaction to my first push inside her wasn’t adding up.
Not that I had been with a lot of virgins.
I hadn’t.
But I knew women, and Shannon was no virgin.
I moved back, running my lips up the side of her neck and over her chin.
“That was amazing,” I muttered against her skin. “So fucking good.”
I was out of breath, and so was she, but then I heard a tiny sound I’d never heard after having sex.
Pushing back, I looked down into her face, and when I did, a tiny tear rolled down the side of her cheek and landed on the pillow at her side.
“Shannon?”
She swiped at her cheek and turned her face away.
“It’s nothing. Just ignore me.”
Pulling her hands away from her face, I saw the moment more tears rushed from her eyes and down the sides of her face.
“It’s not nothing, babe. Tell me. Did I hurt you?”
I had been a little hard, but only because she had begged for harder. The thought that I might have hurt her made me sick to my stomach.
I rolled onto my side, pulling from her body and taking her with me. I held her in my arms as she cried into my chest. My fingers twirled in her hair, pulling it out of her face so I could look at her clearly.
“Please,” I whispered. “Tell me what I did.”
“It’s nothing you did. I promise. It’s just …” She paused, taking a deep breath that pushed her breast up high. “I’m messed up, Matthew. Really messed up.”
“We’re all a little fucked up, Shannon. That’s nothing to cry about, baby. Whatever it is, anything, you can tell me.”
She slid from beside me, tugging the sheet with her as she covered herself, leaving me naked in my bed. I hated that she was trying to hide her body from me again. All night, she had tried to hide, and every time, I made sure she knew she could never hide from me.
Not ever.
“Stop covering your beautiful body and come here,” I said, leaning onto my elbow.
There would be no leaving my room for the entire day. I wanted to spend all the hours of daylight in bed with her, worshipping her until she passed out from pleasure.
With jerky movements, she began to dress. Sliding her panties and bra onto her body from behind the sheet.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I need to get home.”
Sitting up, I slid to the edge of the bed closest to her. “Excuse me?”
“Home,” she said, snatching her dress from the floor. “I need to go home.”
“I don’t understand. Why don’t you stay here? Stay with me.”
I had just gotten her. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet, and the thought of her leaving was making me feel a bit crazy and reckless.
She stopped, turning toward me, and looked at me.
“I’m sorry. I want to go home.”
I chuckled sarcastically. “You’re joking right now, right? You’re not really going to pull a fuck and run with me? That’s not what’s happening because that would be a really fucked-up case of karma for me.”
Tugging her dress down over her thighs, she finally released the sheet. It fluttered to the floor, and before it even had a chance to hit the wood beneath her feet, she had her purse in her grasp.
“I’ll text you tomorrow, okay?”
“Wait,” I called out. “What’s happening right now? Just tell me what’s going on, Shannon.” I stood, my junk hanging out in all its glory. I’d never been ashamed of my body, and I wasn’t about to start then. “Was I just a booty call for you? Were we still doing the just sex thing? Because I have to be honest, I thought we were past that.”
She didn’t respond.
Instead, she grabbed her shoes from the floor and turned away from me. When she reached the bedroom door, she turned back.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered into the dim light around us.
Then she was gone.
I heard her on the stairs as she ran down them, and instead of going after her like I wanted to, I stood there confused.
First of all, I had picked her up.
How did she expect to get home?
And secondly, what the fuck just happened?
Snatching the sheet from the floor, I wrapped it around me and ran down the stairs after her, hoping to catch her at the front door, but by the time I got downstairs and pulled the front door open, she was nowhere to be found.
She had left.
She had come into my house, fucked me senseless, and then she ran out, leaving me feeling used for the first time in my entire life. Except I had a feeling I hadn’t been used for sex. Not really. I had a feeling she had used me for something much bigger. Something I couldn’t put my finger on.
Cars drove by, people staring at me as I stood on my front porch in nothing but a white sheet. I turned around and went back inside, closing my door behind me.
I could hardly believe my luck.
Finally, I had found a woman who was okay with a hot and heavy one-night fling. The only problem was, she was the only woman in the world I wanted more from. I had done something stupid. Something I hadn’t meant to do.
I had gone and fallen in love with the only woman in the world who didn’t want to keep me.