HERO (The Complete Series)

by Bella Love-Wins

  “Make love to me, Matt,” I whispered in his ear. “I need you.”

  “Oh God, Kate,” he groaned with anticipation. “I can’t resist you.”

  I continued kissing his neck, and feverishly began undoing his shirt buttons. He laced his left hand through my hair and pulled me into a deep, mesmerizing kiss. His touch was so primal. I could feel him part my lips and dart his tongue deep inside my mouth with an intensity that made me want him more. I didn’t just want him; I needed to feel him inside me.

  Matt leaned me back onto the bed and slipped my top over my head. My breathing became louder as he licked on my nipple with one hand and reached down between my legs with the other. I could feel him rub my clit through my pants and it drove me wild.

  “Oh, yes, Matt,” I moaned aloud. “I want you so bad.”

  I heard him groan deeply, echoing my passionate sounds. He peeled off my pajamas and began licking and teasing my stomach. I couldn’t wait. I took his hand and placed it on my mound, yearning for him to take my panties off and enter me hard.

  “You just don’t know what you do to me, Kate,” he said in a feral growl. He must have been just as aroused, because in a split second, he slid his hand over to one side of my panties and ripped them off me with brute force. The shock of it turned me on even more. He lowered his head to my pussy and began licking on my inflamed clit. His tongue explored wildly, and all my body could do was shudder with pleasure and intensified desire.

  “It. Feels. So. Gooood. God, Matt,” I heard the words coming from my mouth, but didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice. The sensation of his tongue desperately entering my channel, and his lips sucking my clit, sent me into a wild head rush. He was even better than the times before. Is this what people meant when they said the sex gets better when you’re in love? I felt like I was losing my mind as I ascended the rungs of passion.

  “God, you’re so wet, Kate,” he said in between tasting me. I couldn’t handle being this aroused any longer. I had to have him inside me. I pushed on his shoulder and sat up, then grabbed on his belt buckle to get his pants off. He stood up, and in moments, his shirt, pants and boxers were on the floor. He was so strong. He had such a beautifully sculpted body. His majestic frame took my breath away as I looked at him from head to toe. I noticed his arousal rising, hard and erect, pointing straight at me. My entire body flooded over with heat as he slid into the bed beside me.

  “Fuck! I want you now, Kate,” he said aloud, and positioned himself on top of me. “Right. Now. Baby.”

  “Oh, Matt, I want you too,” I answered softly. I looked up at him with a pleading glance, not able to hold back how much I had to have him. I reached my hand out to his large erection and could not resist stroking it along the shaft. I lifted my head and reached my tongue up to his chest, licking his nipple with a fervent hunger. He growled and pulled my hand away from his cock, unable to resist the moment as well. His eyes darkened but never broke contact with mine. I spread my legs as he slid his monstrous member inside me. It felt hot and so sensual, as it filled my channel with a wildness I couldn’t tame.

  All my reactions were automatic from there on. My hips began to grind harder and faster on him. I wrapped my arms around and squeezed his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper into me. His breath came in hard pants as though he had just run a marathon. Every sound was intensified, and sent me climbing the walls of ecstasy with Matt.

  “Kate, you feel so wet. So responsive. Oh, God,” he groaned as he pounded me with his hard manhood. Our glances met and locked on each other as he continued riding me. He let out a loud, agonizing cry, and tilted his head back. I knew he was coming, and his pulsating shaft drove my climax right over the edge. He continued in his rhythmic motion as we both felt our orgasms begin to subside. As the weakness entered my body, I felt him slide out gently. He lay beside me, tilting my neck slightly to slide his hand around my shoulders. I could hear him still panting to regain his breath.

  “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, Kate,” Matt said when he caught his breath.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “I was sure that nothing would get in the way, and that I could make sure you got your rest. I felt so bad about those bruises on your neck. I was afraid to touch you. Then you turned on your charms, and I couldn’t say no.”

  “Is that such a bad thing?” I answered, mocking him slightly.

  “Yes it is,” he said with a terse frown. “I don’t know what happens when I’m around you. I can’t resist how you make me feel.”

  “And just how do I make you feel, Lieutenant Lewis, sir?” I asked, in a matter-of-fact tone.

  “Jesus Christ! Just check out the instant replay of the last 30 minutes, Kate,” he whispered. “I have to have you. I can’t say no to you. I enjoy how close I feel to you, no matter what we’re doing. That witty and playful side of you is so refreshing to experience. Your touch, no matter how gentle, grabs me at the core. I can’t look at you without going insane. You set my whole body in flames. And look, I’m already hard again. Shit.”

  I smiled like there was a beam of light radiating out of my face. I felt the same way about him. No words were needed. I had fantasized about what it would feel like to taste him. I rolled over and began kissing him on his chest. As I worked my way down his stomach he moaned deeply. I got down to his incredible manhood and briefly wondered if I could get my lips around it.

  I licked eagerly along the shaft, tasting some of his orgasm, and some of my own. I heard him let out a long moan and he said my name. I lowered my lips down on the head first. I sucked gently, then at an intensified pace.

  “God, Kate,” he muttered. Matt moved his large hands around to my neck, and slid his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him while I devoured his cock, sliding my tongue around the shaft, tasting all of him. I could see the sweat beading on his forehead as he tilted his head to look at me. He gazed down at me with a tormented and passionate look as I pleasured him, unable to look away.

  I felt his body shudder and squirm. Every trip down his shaft allowed my lips and throat to take in more of him. The more I tasted him, the more aroused I became, giving me an erotic need to glide, tug and lick some more.

  “Oh God, I’m gonna come,” his voice exploded as I dug my nails into his ass, squeezing and pulling more of his shaft in my mouth. I felt his hips jerk forward. He buried his cock deep, with a violent orgasmic release. I felt the heat of his come flow powerfully into my throat. I slid back and lapped it up longingly, like it was the tastiest beverage around.

  Matt kept panting for several minutes after he came. I joined him and laid beside him on the bed. He pressed me firmly onto his chest, and wrapped his arms around me. We laid there for some time, just silent and in the moment.

  “I rest my case,” he finally mustered when he could catch his breath.

  We relaxed there for a while, gathering back our strength. I eventually shifted in the bed and turned towards him.

  “I’m so hungry,” I said, not meaning to end the moment, but not able to avoid the statement either. “I haven’t eaten since last night.”

  “Me too,” Matt said. “It’s almost dinner time too. I’m famished.”

  “You know, I never asked you this time,” I started. “Is Yolanda around?”

  “Gosh, no,” he replied. “It’s her day off.”

  “Okay,” I answered.

  “Had she been around I’d have behaved myself with you,” he said playfully. “She’s liable to have walked in on us for sure.”

  He was adorable when he smiled. God, everything about him was compelling.

  “So let’s order takeout,” I suggested. “Or I can cook something up.”

  “You can cook?” he asked with curiosity.

  “Of course I can cook,” I replied.

  “Really?” he probed. “Your parents let you in the kitchen?”

  “Oh shush, Matt,” I said. “I’m from the country, remember? Yes, sure the way I was rai
sed, it’s a given that I would have had maids, cleaners, a butler, a driver, the works. But I also got to experience life on a farm. When things got intense it was all hands on deck. And that meant I learned to do a lot for myself. Yes, I was sheltered, but I didn’t grow up in a bubble.”

  “Touché, Miss Samuel, touché,” he joked.

  “Why, you can’t cook?” this time it was me doing the questioning.

  “Nope,” he stated. “Not even eggs. Yolanda always did everything for us. And she won’t let me in the kitchen now.”

  “So how did you survive college?”

  “Takeout and a frat house cook,” he answered proudly.

  “Well, want to learn?”

  “Sure! But not now, Miss Trickster,” he perked up. “You’re not doing any housework here, and definitely not any cooking until you’re better. I’m calling Sabatini’s.”

  “Since when do they do takeout?” I had to know, because the restaurant had turned away so much takeout business while I still worked there. The owner was old school and didn’t feel the kitchen had capacity to set up a takeout line.

  “They only do it for me,” he answered. He got up and took his phone out of his pants that were strewn to the ground earlier. “I send Ross sometimes, or the concierge service to pick up my orders. And I give generous tips.”

  As he phoned the restaurant, I looked around for my purse. I remembered it was with everything else at the hotel. God, it was getting frustrating, not having my things around me. As soon as he hung up, he excused himself and left the room. He must have read my mind, because he walked back in with my purse and 2 robes draped over his shoulder.

  “Looking for this, lovely lady?” he asked with a glint in his eye.

  “Yes! Thanks so much, Matt,” I said, grasping it from his hands and holding it close to me. “I was thinking I’d call George and Richard to let them know I’m okay.”

  “No need, Kate,” he answered. “I didn’t mention it, but you were in the news again. Someone tipped off the media about the attack.”

  “Oh,” I replied. “How much did they share?”

  “Just the attack,” he answered. “They don’t know much else. They’re raking the hotel through the coals, though. The public just loves you.”

  “It’s still not your fault,” I said aloud. I could see his pensive look spreading on his face.

  “Alright, I won’t go there,” he replied and smiled softly. “So George and Richard know. I phoned them last night as they were pretty worried for a while. They’re updated and want you to get better soon. George sent this over too.”

  He produced a bouquet of flowers from behind his massive back. It was an assortment of colorful daisies, which George knew were my favorite.

  “Awwww,” I gushed, taking the bouquet and burying my nose into the blooms. “That’s so sweet of them. I love daisies.”

  “I’m going to grab a shower before we eat,” he said as he started walking out the door. “Want to join me?”

  “Don’t tempt me, Matt,” I joked, raising my eyebrows. “It’s only going to lead to more…shower games. Plus, I’m starving. I’ll just shower here and see what I can find in your fridge.”

  “Getting tired of me already?” he teased.

  “Not possible,” I answered softly. I was serious. I couldn’t get enough of him.

  “Okay, then. Suit yourself,” Matt answered. “Meet you downstairs. Oh, and remember the cops are at the elevator doors. I don’t want you to be startled. And get some clothes on. No robes this time. Only I get to see every inch of you, deal?”

  “Sir, yes, sir!” I joked, looking at his solid, immense frame as he left the room laughing. We spent the rest of the evening and the next day enjoying each other’s company. I taught him some basics about cooking, we shared more about our stories, made wild passionate love wherever the mood caught us, and laughed a lot. The laughter was a comforting sound that filled the hallway, and trickled into my heart.

  Chapter 8

  I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I was well-rested, well-fed and feeling so much better. Matt had mentioned the night before that he had to work early, so I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t see him beside me. I got out of bed and went right into the bathroom to look at my neck. The bruising was still there, but most of the redness was fading.

  I had begrudgingly promised Matt that I’d stay home one more day to rest before going to work. He had been so worried about me, he wouldn’t let up with the heavy-handed tactics. I decided he was probably right, and he was. It was good to have a day to clear my head and not have the time pressure to get to work.

  I missed my morning run outside, and looked around the second floor for the door to Matt’s gym. It was opposite the room they had put all those clothes in for me. I got some workout gear and took a run on the treadmill. It was good to get my heart rate up and my blood pumping after so many days of not working out. I made a promise to myself that the next day, I’d be back to my outdoor running. An image surfaced in my mind, of me running, with 14 men in suits and tan coats running behind me. I smiled, wondering how I’d make it happen. I needed to get outside and feel some fresh air blowing on my face.

  After my run, I had a long shower and got dressed. George and Richard had phoned and were excited about the fundraiser, which was planned for the next day. I didn’t care what risk I was in, or how my neck looked. I was going to be there, and not even Matt or his security detail could stop me. That fundraiser was about more than just me. I was still one of the lucky ones. My mind wandered to the Holstein kids. I sighed aloud, hoping they were with people who cared and loved them.

  The news had also reported that families with no insurance were still placed in temporary housing and cramped up hotels. I couldn’t imagine how difficult it would have been for them. Because I had run away at eighteen, I always had a soft spot for the homeless or the dispossessed. As hard as things were for me, I knew it was a walk in the park, compared to what runaways and the homeless went through. I had had the benefit of wealth and time.

  I knew I would leave home more than a year prior to running away. One thing I had learned from my parents, and from living in the country, was about biding my time. There was a time for planting and a time for harvesting; a time for the birth of calves, chicks, and lamb, and a time for them to be sold or eaten; a time for the chill of winter, and a time for summer heat. It all prepared me to be ready to leave and to not make a mad dash without having what I needed.

  This is why I had a small fortune when I eventually ran away. I found ways to access my mom’s funds whenever the chance presented itself. I’d use her charge cards to buy all her brands of clothing and shoes, and returned it for cash. I’d ask for money to go on school trips and just stay at a friend’s place. I had even begged my dad to buy me expensive pieces of jewelry, then pawned them days later.

  It may have been dishonest, and I felt bad for a while, but I knew what was at stake - my personal freedom, sanity, humanity, and peace of mind. I knew deep down that I was never anything like them. I knew I couldn’t survive in their world of optics, control and meaningless facades. There was a stifling feeling that would rise up in me whenever I spent time in their world.

  I was so relieved that I had my nana for the time she was with us. She showed me another way. She showed me I could be humane and kind. She taught me to be genuine. She was an exemplar for being the heroine. Most of all, she never let the wealth change her. She saw her family’s wealth as a means to help more people.

  My mother hated nana for that. She resented seeing anything go to charity, as she felt it meant there was less for her. She would sooner spit on the needy than help them. My nana tried so hard to get my mother to see things differently. She would say to us, ‘There is always more to get when there’s something to give.’ My mom never got it. In the end, my mother manipulated her way to changing nana’s will, just before she died. None of her last wishes were honored.

  That’s when the ha
te for my mother sprang up inside me. That was the day I had decided to get ready to run. I still hated my mother for it. I promised myself when I finally left that I would make it right somehow, for nana. I knew, deep down, that the radio station fundraiser was one chance to do some good for precisely the people my nana would have helped.

  I decided that I’d take to social media to do some promotion of the fundraiser, as I was stuck at home anyway. The cops on shift that morning were in their usual positions. I learned their names and had offered them food that Yolanda prepared the day before. I’d only hear them when they were speaking to each other or over their headsets to their colleagues, and to the men stationed outside.

  Matt had shown me his office opposite his bedroom, and gave me carte blanche to use his desktop for whatever I needed. As usual, when I logged on to Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter, there were hundreds of notifications from friends, old classmates, and radio station fans. I had my doubts that I’d ever get used to the attention and well wishes from strangers. I also didn’t think I’d ever have the chance to get all the messages cleared out.

  I put up a short Facebook post that the fundraiser was scheduled, with a great lineup of DJs, live artists and other guests, and that I would attend. I asked for people to visit the website so they could arrange to contribute food or make an online donation to help the fire victims. I also sent messages to a few contacts I knew in the media, to see if they would get the word out as well. I knew George and the staff would have already done their formal press releases and announcements, but they were not always as effective as directly reaching out to the people I knew personally at the same media outlets.

  Within minutes of posting the announcements, there were hundreds of likes, comments and shares. I hadn’t realized my following was still growing, or were so engaged. I got up to grab a drink of water, hearing the repeated pings and beeps from the new responses on my different accounts. I took the phone with me so I could check in with George to see if he needed anything else.