by Brook Greene
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.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tessa
I lie in the bed on my side with Matthew lying behind me, his heavy arm slung over my body. I’d washed the sheets, which Matthew had seen as a challenge because we’d dirtied them up twice more. The man is a machine, his sexual appetite insatiable. I hear a stirring down the hall as Jackson makes little noises in his sleep. I roll my head to look back at Matthew, but he isn’t stirring, so I ease out from under his arm slowly, stopping every so often to make sure I haven’t woken him up.
I search the floor for my panties and tee. Finding them, I slip them on and head for Jackson’s room. When I round the door, he’s standing in his bed, sucking on his fingers. He lights up when he sees me. “Hey, little man,” I whisper as I cross to his bed, taking him under his outstretched arms and lifting his tiny body out of the bed. “What are you doing up at this hour?” I snuggle him close to my chest as I sit us both down into the old fashioned, refurbished rocker.
I rock, producing a rhythmic creaking of the wood as I move us back and forth. Jackson snuggles down into my arms with his head on my chest, his little rear sticking out over my arms I’ve tucked under it. The warmth of his little body fills my soul with hope that life can be better.
He lifts his head and rubs his nose on my shirt, wiggling down deeper into my arms. He still has that hint of baby smell, and I can tell Matthew had laid him down for the night, his aftershave still hanging to the little man’s bed clothes.
“You smell like your daddy,” I whisper to him, his hazel eyes lighting back up with the mention of his father. “I like him too, a lot,” I confess to the child that resembles the man I’m falling too fast for.
I begin to hum my favorite song my mother hummed for me as a child and continue to rock the little boy in my arms. I’ll never be able to understand how a woman could create something so perfect and disregard it, only thinking it’s just a paycheck.
I lay my nose against the top of his head, his light hair tickling it. I rock until he falls still in my arms, but I’m not ready to lay him back down just yet. The feel of his little warm body in my arms is comforting and calming. I lay my head back, still humming, and close my eyes.
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Matty
I roll to my side, finding her side of the bed empty. I sit straight up, looking around the dark room. “Tessa?” I whisper into the dark. I hear nothing but a light hum coming from down the hall. I turn and place my feet on the floor and grab my gym shorts. Pulling them on, I make my way down the hall and the humming gets louder. Tessa’s voice, and the sound of the old rocker I had restored, fills the room.
Peeking around the doorjamb, I find her holding my son, using her toe to push against the floor to rocking the chair back and forth. Jax is snuggled down into her arms as she hums a song to him. She holds him as if her life depends on it. His eyes are closed and his breathing is even.
She’d asked me to make her forget, and I had for a little while, but the softness of her features as she rocks my sleeping son is something only the innocence of a child can bring about. She’s so beautiful, even with her bruises and cuts, and she looks right with my son in her arms. I lean my body against the doorframe and cross my arms over my chest as I stare at her, marveling at how perfect she is. My son seems so peaceful in her arms.
An ache forms in my chest when I think back over all the shit this woman has been through. I made her a promise and I intend on doing everything in my power to keep her safe, regardless of what lengths I’ll have to go to, to make sure I keep that promise. I know my brothers will have my back.
The humming has stopped, along with the creak of the rocker, and I see she’s fallen asleep. I take in the scene one last time before I cross the room and bend to take Jax under the arms and lift him from her chest, but when I do, her arms tighten protectively around him as her eyes fly open. The panic I see in them only makes me fall that much more for her.
“Hey, babe, it’s just me.” I watch as she comes out of her sleepy haze. “Let’s get this boy back into bed,” I tell her as I begin to lift him from her arms.
She relaxes. “Oh, sorry.” She kisses Jax’s head before I remove him from her arms and cradle him in mine, still just as peaceful as he had been.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Tessa.” She comes to stand next to me as I lay him in his bed. I feel her arms around my waist as we both stand there, looking down into Jax’s bed, watching him sleep. “Don’t ever apologize for protecting my son,” I tell her. Wrapping my arm around her shoulder, I guide her back down the hall to our room. Our room. Fuck me. I never thought I would have a woman here, where my son lives. That wasn’t the man I was. But for Tessa, I would become a fucking astronaut if she asked me to. The feelings and wants Morah stirred up in me, I found a week later in Tessa.
I push my shorts down my legs and feel as she watches me crawling back into the bed beside her. I lift my arm, inviting her to settle her body down into mine. She smiles down at me. “He really is great, you know?” She lays her hand on my chest and I cover it with mine.
“Yeah, he is. Thank you.” I lace our fingers together with one hand and rub her back with the other. “Get some sleep. I’ve got a surprise for you tomorrow.” I feel her body tense under my arm. “Nothing bad. You’re gonna love it.”
She snorts. “You can’t tell me something like that, good or bad, and expect me to go back to sleep. I’m like a little kid when it comes to surprises.” She pauses when I scoff, but continues. “Well, surprises that I’m aware of. You, I wasn’t expecting.”
“Same here, babe. I didn’t expect you either,” I assure, feeling as she relaxes into me.
She rubs the reddish scar on my leg with her fingers. The area is still so very sensitive, but her touch is light and soothing, making the hairs on my whole body stand on end. “Maybe one day you’ll tell me why you were shot.”
“One day,” I mutter, feeling her breaths even out as she drifts back to sleep in my arms. I place a kiss on the top of her head. “Sleep, baby,” I whisper across her hair, taking in her vanilla smell.
I lie awake with her in my arms, looking up at the ceiling as I wonder what the next couple of days will bring. There are certain things that need to be done, and I’ll call my father in the morning to see how those things are coming along. I have no doubt that he’ll come through for me, and for her. What lengths we will have to go to for it to happen is what has me worried, even though there’s no limit to what I will do for her.
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The early dawn sun sneaks around the curtains. Tessa and I are still lying in the same position we’d fallen back to sleep in. I gently remove myself from under her, stilling only to make sure I didn’t wake her. I have phone calls to make and plans to push through. I’m over this not knowing shit, and I intend on rectifying it. We need to find Jake and find him now. I have a message to deliver to him personally.
I check Jax before going downstairs to my office and close the door behind me. Retrieving my phone from the drawer, I dial my father, knowing he’ll be awake.
He answers on the second ring. “Hello, son.”
“Hey, Dad.” I lower myself into the chair behind my desk and cut right to the chase. “How’s it all going?” He sighs, setting my nerves on edge. “Fuck, what?”
“It seems it’s going to be a little more difficult than just a run-of-the-mill divorce. Her husband, Jake, seems to be mixed up in more things than one would think, and his father supports him. He actually helps him. He’s one dirty politi
cian.” I sit for a minute, letting the information sink in.
“What kinda shit are we talking about?” I pinch the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger.
“The things you deal with on a professional basis. Somehow, he buried the charges Tessa filed before leaving him. Nothing hit the news. His father has significant pull here in Georgia.”
“More pull than we have?” I ask him, feeling the dread pour over me.
He chuckles, and I knit my brows together in confusion as to what my father thinks is so funny. “Now, son.” And I listen as my father explains what he has in mind.
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Tessa
As always, I wake to an empty bed. I roll to his side, burying my face in his pillow. He smells so good, all musky and male. I smile when my legs fall together and the slight pinch I feel in my pussy when my knees meet. The man is a sex machine that’s fine-tuned to hand out orgasms and give pleasure unlike anyone I’ve ever known. Jake cared only about getting himself off in me, then rolling over and passing out, not ever once caring if I got mine or not. Plus, he had a little dick. But not Matthew. He has a goliath in his pants and knows exactly how to use it. I guess in all those years of him being a manwhore, he perfected the fine art of fucking, and I’m the lucky girl reaping the benefits.
I jump from the bed and rush downstairs, and find them both in the kitchen. I walk up behind Matthew and wrap my arms around him. “Good morning,” I say to him, burying my nose in his back.
He turns in my arms. “Good morning to you too,” he says as he wraps his arms around me. I smile up at him, eager for him to give me the surprise he has for me.
“Well?” I say.
“Well, what?” he asks with a gleam in his eyes.
“My surprise.” I tighten my arms around him. “What is it?” I push up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss.
He smiles and looks up at the clock hanging over the sink. “You can have it in about two hours.” He looks back down at me with a satisfied look on his face.
