I turn my head to him. “Oh, hell no Trey. You are not trashing my room. If you want to party, you do it somewhere else,” I say, pointing my finger at him.
Trey’s face goes into a frown, but I don’t care, I am not having my room trashed by a bunch of rowdy boys.
Since the guy’s game isn’t until the next day, we decide to go out to dinner, and grab some famous deep-dish pizza. After dinner, we head back to my room and sit around talking. The night starts to grow late and everyone decides it’s time to head to bed.
I was saddened when Matt was about to leave, and I think he noticed. So he offered to stay with me for a little while, only until I fell asleep. We ended up lying in bed, facing each other, talking about his sister. I could tell how close of a bond they had, just by the way he spoke of her, and I loved listening to him. His voice did its magic trick as always, and eventually sent me into a deep sleep. As I started to drift away, I hoped Matt would forget about getting up and stay the night with me instead. I was sadly disappointed when I woke up the next morning, with the other side of the bed empty.
He always had a habit of leaving before I awoke. It’s as if he had sneaking away down to perfection at this point. I wondered if he had perfected it due to his friends with benefits rule. Even though I didn’t want to know the truth of that answer, I had to look at the bright side of the situation; he at least falls asleep with me.
Refusing to let it dampen my mood, I get up, and out of bed. I’m hoping that maybe if I take a run this morning, it will help cheer me up.
As I’m getting ready to go for my long awaited run, I hear a knock at the door. I’m hesitant to answer at first, since I’m not expecting any visitors. I’m sure we haven’t ordered room service yet, but then I hear the ping of my phone, and look down at the screen.
Answer the door-M
After seeing the message I rush to door and see that Julio is already looking through the peephole. He opens the door, probably since he saw Matt at the other end.
“Hey beautiful,” he says with a smile as he walks in the room and sees me. “Ready for a run?”
“I am now,” I answer enthusiastically. “How did you know I would go for a run today?”
“I know you; you’re probably looking forward to running near the water.”
I chuckle, and go back into my room, leaving Matt to trail behind me. I finish lacing up my shoes, and grab a light jacket. Dressed and ready to go, we head out of the room and straight to the nirvana that awaits me.
An hour later, I’m back in my room, and feeling content. After showering and dressing, Kelly and I decide on a quick brunch to help kill the time. Since Matt had to go straight to practice after our run, I won’t be seeing him until after the game, and I couldn’t wait.
MATT WAS OUTSTANDING while he played. I had heard from his fellow teammates that he was good, but from what I saw, he was amazing. He always stayed focused, made almost every pass he threw, gaining his team a very considerable lead, and with Trey blocking for him, he was rarely touched.
Kelly and I had decided to wear the guy’s home jerseys with their number on it. By the looks on their faces when they looked up at us, they were very pleased. Kelly had claimed that I was the reason why Matt was playing so well, but I merely rolled my eyes at her, refusing to believe that he wasn’t always this good. How else would he be going to college on a football scholarship?
Another factor I pointed out to her was how much Matt and Trey studied that playbook any chance they got during the day. I had seen that thing pulled out so much, that I could have starting reciting the plays at one point. It didn’t help with understanding how the game was played though.
Once I mentioned it to her, Kelly started educating me on the tactics of the game, and finally understanding the concept of what was going on, I was able to watch without wanting my eyes to glaze over. They ended up winning by 14 points. Although the home team was clearly disappointed in the loss, our crowds of following fans were very excited about the win, predicting a really good season.
When the game was over, Kelly and I ran down to the field to congratulate the team on their win and agreed to meet them back at the hotel. A couple of hours later, we were in the room, drinking away.
Trey ends up getting his party, although, we managed to keep it to only the closest of their friends to avoid having hotel security on our ass. However, with the alcohol flowing and Kelly pushing drinks down my throat, I manage to get a decent buzz, quick. Matt, who obviously celebrated his victory, was just as buzzed the last time I saw him.
I had needed to go to the bathroom, so I excused myself and headed to my room. After going to the bathroom, I eyed the bed on my way back to the party and it looked so inviting.
I was so tired I didn’t want to head back out there. So instead I decided to go to bed. I stripped my clothes off and climbed into bed, not even bothering to look for my pajamas. Pulling the covers over my body and closing my eyes, I let the darkness drag me to sleep.
I START TO awaken from my deep sleep, but I don’t want to, because I feel cocooned in warmth and I’m very comfortable. I could stay like this all day. I keep my eyes closed and take a deep breath, savoring the feeling. I think I must be dreaming because my cocoon smells so delicious, like Matt. I definitely don’t want to wake up now.
Mmm, it feels so good, so I simply cuddle closer into it. That’s when I feel an arm squeeze me tighter against a rock hard wall, and then another starts to rub against my back. My eyes snap open, the room is dark, and it takes a moment for my mind to come out of its cloudy feeling. As I take in my surroundings, I remember that I’m in the hotel room and realize the cocooned warmth is a chest. When did it get here?
“Morning, beautiful,” I hear Matt whisper into my hair.
I panic and sit up with a jolt. I look back at him, staring at him in shock. Even though the room is dark, my eyes have adjusted enough to see his features and he has a hooded, sexy look in his eyes, and damn, if I don’t want more of that. But, first of all, how much of it did I get in the first place?
I realize that he’s naked, except for the usual black boxer briefs that he wears, but my body is completely naked. Then I remember stripping my clothes off to get into bed. The cover had fallen as I sat up, so I grab it, pulling it up to cover my breasts.
“What happened last night?” I whisper in confusion, searching for answers in my head.
I know when I came to bed I was still buzzed, but I’m pretty sure if we’d had sex I would have remembered. At least I hope I would have remembered, because it would really suck not to. I start to run my fingers in my hair, not to tame it, but in frustration.
Matt sits up and grabs me at the waist laying me back down with half my body draped across his chest, tucking my head into his neck. He feels and smells so good. It should be damn sinful.
He chuckles lightly and I feel it all over my body.
“I decided to come in here and check on you. I was worried when you didn’t come back out, but when I saw you passed out, I decided it was time to call it a night. I didn’t feel like having to go back to my room, so I figured we could share the bed. It was big enough for the both of us. Although, as usual, you do like to hog the covers, so that sucked,” he says laughing.
“We didn’t do anything, did we?” I apprehensively ask.
He starts lightly rubbing my ribs with his left arm, sending tingling jolts through my body, while his other hand is pulling my leg to drape over his waist. He starts to rub my thigh with his thumb in tiny circles, and it sends a shiver that starts to creep deep down in my core. God help me, I’m going to lose control any moment.
“As much as I would have loved to do something with you last night, I want to make sure we both remember if it ever happens,” he says in a haughty voice.
His voice is hypnotizing me and I’m falling deeply into his spell. I hug tighter against him, rubbing myself against his leg, and I instantly feel his cock jolt to life under my other leg.
; “Abigail, you don’t know what you’re asking for right now,” he warns.
I ignore him and start to kiss his neck, wanting to taste him. He moans and it turns me on, so I keep kissing. He squeezes my thigh, turning to rub his now awakened cock against my body. Damn Matt for always sleeping in his briefs, they’re currently preventing us from getting what we both want.
I start to kiss my way down his neck and begin sucking his shoulder, loving the way he tastes. I feel his hand start to move up my thigh and rub lightly on my core, teasing me. I moan into his shoulder and suck harder, causing him to tense a little. That’s when he gently sticks his finger in me, without warning, making me let out an appreciative moan. He starts moving his finger around inside of me, adding another finger.
He seductively whispers in my ear, “Damn, beautiful, you’re so wet and warm.”
I start to move my hips along to the movement of his fingers rubbing in and out of me, wanting more. He takes his hand from in between my legs, leaving me confused. All of a sudden, he rolls me onto my back, with him straddling my legs, lifting my arms above my head with his hands. He’s staring down into my face and he looks so sexy above me. He keeps my wrists locked above my head with one of his hands, while his other starts to rub down my neck, moving slowly down my chest to tease my breasts. He lowers his mouth down to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing. His tongue starts to tease my ear, and then he starts sucking on my earlobe, driving me wild. My legs are locked together under him with his body, otherwise I would already have them spread wide open, grinding up against his cock.
“Matt, please, I can’t take it anymore,” I beg him.
He ignores my plea and gently starts to bite my neck, moving down to my breast. I lift my chest up in an open invitation, but he keeps kissing down the valley in between both breasts, killing me with the tension. He finally moves his mouth to one of my nipples, which at this point are both fully erect, and ready to be sucked. After teasing me by rubbing his closed lips over one nipple, he takes it into his mouth and sucks it deep and hard, making me thrust my chest further up towards him, as I moan loudly with pleasure. He moves over to the other nipple and sucks it even harder. If I wasn’t so fucking horny, I swear it would be painful.
I try wiggling my legs open, but he keeps his legs tightly locked over mine, torturing me. He lets go of my arms and my hands automatically go to his shoulders, holding him tightly for fear that he’ll stop, but he doesn’t, and continues to kiss his way down my stomach, tickling me. I lightly squeal and I wiggle under him, trying to throw him off in reaction.
Matt lifts his head and looks directly into my eyes with a wicked smile. “I forgot that you’re ticklish.”
He grabs both my hands with his and locks them at my sides as he lowers his head again. Thinking that he’s going to try to tickle me, I jerk my body up, but instead he licks my stomach with his tongue, dragging it from right above my belly button. I close my eyes and throw my head back in ecstasy. Fuck, if his tongue feels this good on my stomach, I can’t wait to know what he can do with it when he goes down on me.
“Matt, you in there, fucker?” Trey yells, banging on the door. “Get the fuck up, we gotta go!”
“Fuck!” I groan in irritation.
I hear Matt lightly laugh. “Sorry beautiful, I have to go,” he says, kissing my stomach one last time.
He quickly jumps off the bed, searching for his clothes, finding them, and begins to dress.
I lay there, dazed, trying to catch my breath, watching Matt get dressed. He dresses in lightning speed, probably from being used to jumping out of girls’ beds and leaving in a heartbeat.
Once he’s done he walks over to the door, grabbing the door handle, he looks back at me one last time and says, “See you at home, beautiful.” He winks right before walks out of my bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
I’m lying there still spread out naked, trying to figure out what the fuck happened. Then I realize, against all the advice I gave myself, I was just added to Matt’s list of friends. I throw my arm over my eyes and think, fuck my life.
OUR FLIGHT WASN’T scheduled to leave until four hours after the team, so I took this extra time to let out the sexual frustration that I had pent up from that morning. I found out that Julio also liked to run to keep in shape; that was another plus on his behalf, so an hour after Matt had left my body high and dry of satisfaction, I was out running along the Michigan Lake.
After forty-five minutes, I discovered that I couldn’t find the nirvana that I had always found while running and it only frustrated me more. I was thinking too much of Matt. I don’t know why the hell I was letting the encounter get to me, but I knew I had to find some way to get over it. Apparently today’s run was not it.
Even though I was up in arms about the earlier situation, I had an overwhelming smile on my face. Matt had a way of making my body feel animated with joy, and both Kelly and Julio were noticing. On the way to the airport I was very quiet, thinking about the morning the whole time. Kelly had noticed, but she didn’t say anything.
As on the way to Chicago, we are sitting next to each other in first class, with Julio in the seat across the aisle. I had made the decision to hire Julio full time. I liked how he was able to keep people at a distance and not make me feel suffocated by hovering over me. That alone was the deal breaker.
I had notified him that I was going to keep him on an on-call basis for now, but would pay him as if he was with me 24/7 so I would have access to him when needed. He was happy with the decision being that he was tired of working as a hired security guard for a lame company. That only made me laugh. I don’t know if he knew how lame his job was going to be when he was sitting around waiting for me to call. But I was happy nevertheless.
When the plane was finally in the air, I noticed Kelly starting to grow impatient. By the way she kept looking at me, then back at the magazine, I knew she wanted to know details, so I was already bracing myself for the question to leave her lips.
“Did something happen between you and Matt last night?” she asks me in a whisper, looking up from the magazine she’d been pretending to read for the last ten minutes.
“No nothing happened last night,” I say, which technically isn’t a lie since it happened this morning. I was trying really hard to keep the smile on my face under control, but that proved difficult.
She has a puzzled look on her face, like she really wants to know the details. “But something might have happened this morning,” I tell her.
She looks at me with eagerness to know and says, “Please tell me you want to talk about it.”
I want to keep it to myself, but she is my closest friend at this point so I take a chance. “We might have fooled around a little. We didn’t get to the actual deed because we were interrupted,” I say quietly near her ear with disappointment.
She drops her jaw, and then recovers, with a frown. “Just be careful, Abi. I’d hate for you to get hurt expecting more when he doesn’t give it to you,” she cautions.
I sit there taking in her words. She’s right. Matt has been playing the field with no obligations for the last couple of years. What would make me any different? He’s probably only seeing me as a convenience since I already live with him.
Then I think to myself, maybe I could be different. He’s actually been showing me how much he cares by being concerned and protective. Maybe I’m the one that could get him to change his mind. That’s the thought that I keep thinking as we are in the air and as soon as I see Matt I plan on asking him.
We land in Portland and since we had taken Kelly’s car to the airport we were once again piled in her car driving back to Matt’s. On the way there Kelly was complaining that she had one to many Diet Cokes and now needs to pee, so of course when we arrive at the house she gets out with me. As we walk in the door, we hear loud moaning coming from inside, and I cringe remembering what happened the last time I heard these noises, and as the last time, I am once again shocked by what I se
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Matt has some naked girl spread out on the dining room table in the kitchen. He still has his shirt on, but his body is leaning over hers as he’s pounding his hips back and forth in between her legs, with his hands holding her breasts, for support.
What is up with my body freezing when I walk in on people having sex? It’s not like I want to stand there with my feet planted to the ground feeling like they’ve been cemented there, but that was exactly what was happening at the moment. I couldn’t breathe, my head felt like it was spinning, and all I wanted was for the earth to open up and suck me into oblivion.
Kelly’s voice snaps me back to reality. “What the fuck, Matt?” she shouts at him. “Obviously, you’ve proven my point to Abi.”
He snaps his head in our direction and I’m staring at his deep brown eyes. They aren’t the ones I like, because they are full of regret.
Kelly must have comprehended that I couldn’t move, because she grabs my arm, pulling me back out of the house and straight to her car. I’m still in shock and my brain is still trying to unscramble what has happened. All I can do is allow Kelly to lead me like a rag doll. She opens the passenger door and guides me into the car, shutting the door once I’m in.
She runs over to the driver’s side, gets in, starts the car, and we are driving away a minute later. The whole drive to her apartment I’m just sitting there staring out of the windshield in silence, not knowing what to do with myself.
I hear my phone start to ring with Matt’s ringtone and I ignore it. He’s the last person I want to hear from right now, he has no reason to have to explain anything. Shit, for all I know, I could be wrong and he’s really calling to chew my ass out for interrupting his sex session.
It stops ringing, but starts up again, and the last thing I want to hear, is what Matt likes for me to call him. So I keep ignoring it. Kelly doesn’t have the same patience. She grabs my purse from my hand and digs through it.
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