Chapter Twenty-Six
Tessa
I just leave his last comment hanging in the air between us, hoping he’s right, but I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that this is only the beginning. Jake will stop at nothing to make me understand I belong to him and get me back under his control, and I’m afraid Matthew will be the casualty of this war.
This is my life, not his. He doesn’t deserve to be drug through this hell, and I have no right to do this to him or his son. Me living with him is only going to make things worse, and if Jake found me at my home, it’s only a matter of time before he finds me at Matthew’s, and God only knows what he’ll do.
I watch as Matthew carries a sleeping Jackson to his room, then I turn heading for his. I feel like I’m walking through a fog, trying to find my way out of a haze I’ve been struggling to find my way through since I was sixteen. I slump to the bed, leaning to hold my head in my hands. Is it worth all this to be free? Would it just be better if I went back and saved Matthew from the storm that’s coming?
I shake my head, freeing it of the thoughts. I can’t go back, but I’m afraid if I stay here, Matthew and Jackson will get hurt. I lay to the side, curling my legs up and wrapping my arms around them, fighting back the tears.
I feel him as he glides a hand up my thigh. “Tessa?” I open my eyes to see he’s knelt down beside the bed and is eye level with me.
“Yes?” I ask, trying to keep my voice from breaking.
He raises his hand and brushes the hair out of my face. “Would you like some tea?” His voice is so soft, and his eyes hold so much kindness in them. I feel his soft touch warm my cheeks as he lets his fingers drift over my skin.
I reach up to take his hand and tug him onto the bed. When he sits, I climb onto his lap, wrap my arms around his neck and ghost my lips over his. “Make me forget,” I plead as I begin to rock my hips back and forth on his hardening cock.
His big hands grip my hips, digging into my skin to still me. “Tessa, I really don’t feel comfortable—,” I lower my mouth to his, cutting off his protest.
When I take my mouth away, we’re both breathing heavily from the passionate kiss. “Let me be the judge of what my body can take.” I cup his face in my hands, continuing to rock on him as he grows harder beneath me. He turns and lays us both down on the bed, his elbows keeping most of his weight off me as he kisses my like it’s the first time.
His takes his mouth away from mine and looks down into my eyes, his thumbs rubbing the sides of my face. I gaze up into his beautiful hazel eyes, seeing everything I’ve ever wanted staring back at me. A good man who cares for me, loves the people around him, always giving of himself and asking nothing in return.
“Raise your hands above your head,” he growls, his voice deep with lust.
I do as I’m told as he raises up on his knees that are on either side of my body. He takes the hem of my tee and peels it up and over my head. Stopping at my wrists, he ties it into a knot, holding my hands together. “Don’t move them from here,” he orders as his eyes devour my little white lace bra I’d put on at my house. He takes his index finger and runs it along the top of my breast, dipping it down below the material as he moves it across my skin. My body is coming to life under his touch, and the feeling of him on me, around me, and in me is exactly what I need.
I’m unable to lie still. I roll my hips under him, searching for the friction that will give me the release I need. “More,” I moan out. He pulls the cotton away from my heavy breast, taking the pert nipple into his mouth. “Oh, Matthew.” I bow my back off the bed, forcing my breast up. He bites and flicks the bud. With my hands above my head, I’m stretched out for him, a Tessa buffet for his feasting.
He unhooks the clasp, exposing both my breasts to him. “Fucking perfection.” He takes the other bud into his mouth. “All of you, a god damn masterpiece,” he murmurs. Sitting back up, he slides down the bed, taking the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down my legs, along with my panties. When he has me bare, he places his hands under my knees, propping my feet up on the bed and pushes my knees apart so they fall open, exposing my bare pussy to him. His tongue flicks out, licking his lips as his eyes devour the sight before him. My naked body is willing and waiting for him to do as he pleases.
He reaches back, dragging his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side with the rest of my clothes. I take him in. His cut and toned body is that of a Greek God. The tattoos covering his body makes him a complete work of art. I want to sit up and run my fingers over his beautiful torso. He leans back down over me, taking my mouth with a white-hot passion so intense, made even more powerful by the fact that I can’t touch him.
I want to feel him, touch him, give back as much, if not more than what he’s offering me. “Matthew!” I cry out, and then I feel as his hand smoothes down my body, stopping at the apex of my legs. He glides his fingers through my wet folds, making my body jerk at the touch. He buries his nose in the cruck of my neck, inhaling deeply as his fingers find my clit and begins to rub gently at first, then with each pass, increases the pressure.
I fight to not lift my arms, needing to touch him. “Oh, Matthew, please.” He’s pushing away the pain with his touch and branding my soul every time he kisses me.
“You’re my drug, Tessa,” he whispers into the soft skin of my neck, his hot breath washing over me. He pushes one, then two fingers into me. My belly flutters when he finds the bundle of nerves just inside my entrance. “I’m gonna make you come with my fingers, then I’m going to fuck you and mark you from the inside out as mine forever. Shit, baby, we’ve got to get you on birth control so you can ride me bare.” My body shudders, tingling with excitement, anticipating his promises. All the fear and disappointments of the day are melting away with his every touch and caress. He’s doing exactly what I asked him to do, making me forget. All I feel is him and the emotions growing in me from him.
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Matty
I kiss a trail down her beautiful body, stopping at her sweet pussy where my fingers pump inside of her. Her heady smell of arousal fills my nose. I’m trying my best not to go all beast mode on her by taking her body and ravaging her. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside her, and now I’m struggling to hold back the flood of lust threatening to take over my judgment.
I nestle my big body between her spread legs. Looking up to meet her green eyes, I smile when I see the unadulterated desire I’m feeling reflected back at me. With her hands bound above her head, it pushes her perfect, full breasts up into the air, serving up the pink budded nipples to me. I never take my eyes off of her as I take lick through her wet folds. Her body shudders and her mouth falls open as she gasps for air.
I lower my head, sucking her clit into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. I curl the fingers I still have inside her to rub her spot in time with my licks. I feel the soft walls of her pussy close in around my fingers and the wetness rush past my hand. Her legs tighten around my head, her body writhing with pleasure from my touch. I look up to see her head pushed back into the bed. “Shh, Tessa.” Her body jerks as my breath hits her dripping wet pussy. She nods, panting heavily.
“Oh.” She moans as I intensify the pressure of my tongue, and with a spasm, her pussy clamps down around my fingers as her body arches up off the bed. “Matthew.” She sighs as her wetness runs around my fingers and onto the sheets of the bed.
“God, you get so fucking wet, baby,” I tell her, giving her clit a few more licks, making her body shiver. I stand and undo the button of my jeans, ripping it open as I’m no longer able to hold off the burning need to be inside her. She looks up at me, her cheeks flushed a beautiful pink.
She gives me a satisfied smile. “You have a very talented tongue.”
I smile at her, wiggling my eyebrows as I push my jeans down my legs. My cock springs free, slapping against my stomach, and I watch as her eyes devour my length.
I crawl up the bed over her, forcing her back down. I reach up and untie the T-shirt from around her wrists. “I want to feel your hands on me, baby.”
She raises up and kissing me before nodding her acceptance. “Y—Yes,” she stammers. I take her face in my hands and look down into her green eyes, seeing everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, and it’s not just her body. It’s her spirit, the way she loves new things, and the way she can drink my ass under the fucking table. But most of all, the way she looks at Jax. My mother is the only other woman who has ever looked at my son like he was important, more important than a fucking paycheck.
I tear the foil packet with my teeth and reach between us. Rolling it on, I place the head of my cock at her entrance. “Is this going to be too much?” I ask before I push into her, always aware of her still healing injuries.
She pushes my hands away from her face and reaches her arm down to smack my ass. The loud crack echoes through the room, and takes me completely off guard. With an evil little grin, she says, “What did I say? Let me worry about what my body can handle, and right now, it wants to handle your big dick.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Did you just smack my ass?”
“Yes, I did, now give me that dick,” she playfully demands with a gorgeous smile on her face. There she is, my girl, the fun-loving, beautiful Tessa. I had made her forget, at least for a little while.
I swivel my hips, rubbing the head of my dick against her clit. “This big dick?” I ask, watching as the remnants of her orgasm flutter through her.
“Uh-huh.” She breathes out, her cheeks still flushed from the pleasure I’d just given her.
I lean in to kiss her neck as I push into her, slowly filling her tight pussy with my dick. She fits me perfectly in every way, and since I’ve been with her, I haven’t once missed my life of only two weeks ago.
She moans when I’m fully seated in her. I close my eyes, taking in the feel I’ve missed over the past four days. Jackson had come about after a night of drinking and a broken condom. I don’t regret him, but I do regret who I created him with. It should’ve been the woman under me, the woman I’m taking, the woman who has completely captured me.
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Tessa
The last parts of the day are pushed away when Matthew enters me. This is what I needed. I thought I could face anything and thought I’d freed myself from Jake, but he’s shown me just how wrong I was.
“Come back to me, baby,” Matthew says. He stops moving when he notices I fold back into myself. I look up at him, his eyes full of concern. “Don’t give him this,” he scolds.
I feel the sting of tears burn my eyes. “I’m not,” I whisper, lying.
He leans in, kissing me gently. “Tessa,” he says softly as he begins to move again. I don’t close my eyes at the wonderful sensations of him making love to me, but keep them locked on his.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me once more, moving in and out of me slowly. I feel every inch of him, and everything that had been bad is now right in the world.
I can feel as the familiar tingles he ignites in me begin to stir in my belly. “Yes, Matthew,” I moan. He begins to move a little faster with each thrust. He feels amazing, his big body on mine blocking out the world from me.
“Fuck, Tessa...I can’t,” he roars as he pounds into me harder, only making the pleasure build faster inside of me. His heavy breaths move the hairs at my ear, tickling it. Small beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead, and I can feel the cool air licking at my body too. I move with him, “God, yes! Tessa, move like that, baby. Shit, that feels good.” He rolls his hips, rubbing my already sensitive clit.
“I’m coming,” I cry out as the tidal wave of pleasure I’ve been chasing washes over me. Matthew follows me over the edge, and I feel his dick spasm inside me.
He shoves his hips into me, gritting his teeth, “Damn it, Tessa. Fuck.” He buries his face into the cruck of my neck. He rests some of his weight on top of me, breathing just as heavy as me. Our bodies are soaked with sweat, and the smell of sex hangs heavy in the air around us.
He stays still, and I can feel his erection begin to soften inside of me. He’d done what I’d asked him to do. I’d forgotten all of it, and all I see now is the glorious man looming over me.
He leans up and kisses my nose. “Let’s get cleaned up and get some food. Jax will be up in a little while.” He slides out of me and turns to his side to dispose of the condom in the small trash can beside the bed, then offers me his hand to help me off the bed. I look back and feel the heat flush my cheeks. I’d done it again, soaked the damn bed with my arousal. He kisses my neck. “I love that I do that to you.” His words are a whisper across my skin, making me shiver.
“But they’re all wet.” I feel his hand glide around my hip and down to my still wet pussy. He spreads my legs, then dips his fingers into me. I lay my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes, the reverberations of my most recent orgasm still at the surface.
“And it feels like you’re still wet too.” A light hint of a growl vibrates his chest and my back. “I love that you’re still all wet for me.” His voice is deep and husky, and I feel him starting to get hard against my ass. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, and I feel the need I have for him begin to grow again. He jerks his fingers away, spinning me around to hoist me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he carries me into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind us. He sits my bare ass down on the vanity and stands between my legs.
He reaches between us, palming his once again rock-hard cock in his hand. He opens a drawer and pulls out another condom, tearing it with his teeth. “Here, put this on me,” he instructs, handing me the rubber. His hard, thick length jerks in my hands as I roll the condom down his shaft. “This one’s going to be for me.” He slams into me. I scream out in pleasure. His big cock filling me is the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt. I dig my nails into his back as he crashes into me over and over again. He fucks me, and fucks me good.
When we finish, he wets washcloths for the both of us and I feel the light sting between my legs as I clean between them. He’s doing the same thing, and notices me wince. “Oh, fuck, did I hurt you?” he asks, turning to me.
I look up into his concerned eyes. “Not in a bad way. I like the reminder that you’ve been inside me.” I smile up at his smug face.
His chest swells with the statement, and I wait for him to beat it like Tarzan, but instead, he lifts his brow and wraps his arm around my waist, hauling me into him. He rests his forehead against mine, and that’s when we hear the little shrill scream coming from down the hall. “Guess that’s our cue, but damn if we ain’t got great timing.” He kisses my lips quickly before turning for the bedroom. I look at his back and gasp, throwing my hand up to cover my mouth. He turns back to me. “What?”
I point with my other hand. “Your back, I—”
“My back what?” He walks back into the bathroom and turns so that his back is to the mirror. “Damn, baby.”
“I’m so sorry.” I reach up and trace the angry red lines trailing down his back.
He takes my wrists in his hands. “For what?”
“I scratched you.”
“No, you marked me while I fucked you, and I fucking love it.” He leans in and kisses me once more before exiting into the bedroom and dressing in his gym shorts and tee, laughing the whole time.
“Tessa, we’re heading down to get some food,” he yells down the hall to me.
“Okay,” I answer back as I find my clothes and dress. I gather up the sheets on the bed before heading downstairs.
He sees me when I hit the landing with my arms full of linens. “Hey, what are you doing with those?” He places a cut-up apple with peanut butter down in front of an eager Jackson who tears into the food.
“I thought I would wash them because, you know…” I feel the hint of a blush hit my cheeks again.
“Just so we can get them dirty again?” he asks with a devilish grin on his face.
I shake my head at him, unable to fight the smile that spreads across my lips. I lift my linen filled arms at him. “Washer?”
He bellows out a laugh and points me to the side of the kitchen. “They’re in there.” I huff as I walk past him, taking the opportunity to hip check him. He turns on me and grabs me around the waist, burying his nose in my hair. “And I so look forward to doing it too.” He smacks me on the ass, making me jump.