by Brook Greene
“Two hours.” I pout. “Can’t you give me a hint?”
He purses his lips and tilts his head to the side, acting like he’s thinking hard about my request for a clue as to what he has planned for me. He holds up the index finger on his right hand. “I’ll give you one, that’s it.”
I clap my hands together, acting like a giddy child. “Yay!”
He levels his eyes at me. “After you shower.” He leans in to drag his nose up the side of my face. “Because you still smell like sex, added to the fact that I can still taste your sweet pussy on my lips. It’s turning me the fuck on.” A not so sedate shiver runs up my spine with the feel of his hot breath washing over my skin, and my body physically shudders. So does he, and I hear him laugh quietly in my ear. “You’ll need to wear jeans, and no flip flops.” He bites my earlobe, a low groan escaping from him.
As much as I’m enjoying what he’s doing to me, I back away and look up at him. “That’s it?”
His mouth turns down in a frown. “What do you mean?”
“That’s all of a hint you’re going to give me?” I ask. “That tells me nothing.” I push against his chest, feigning disappointment.
He tugs me back to him, wrapping his arms around me again. “Well, that’s all you’re gonna get.” He takes my mouth with his before I can protest, kissing me until we’re both breathless. “I’m crazy about you, woman.” His eyes are so intense, I can feel them branding me with the fire they burn with. Had he not been holding me in his arms, I would be a puddle at his feet.
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Matt
The words come out before I can stop them, and now we both stand in an uncomfortable silence floating around us. So I do the only thing I can think to do, I lean in and take her mouth again, pushing my tongue past her lips.
When I pull away, we’re both breathing heavily, her lips full and flushed from the force I put behind the kiss. I move my hands from her back to her face and cup it. Her deep green eyes glisten with moisture, and that alone tells me she feels the same way without having to say a word back to me.
“Want some breakfast?” I ask, right before I lean in and peck her nose with a kiss.
She smiles up at me, the motion pushing the moisture that had pooled in her eyes down her cheeks. I take my thumb and wipe it away. “None of that, Tessa.”
“I know, but you—” she starts, but stops to pull her bottom lip through her teeth as she thinks. “I keep waiting to wake up, only to realize this has been a cruel joke and the best dream I’ve ever had at the same time.”
I pat her cheek lightly, making a popping sound with my palm. “Not asleep, and yes, this epic shit between us is happening.” I smile, hoping I’ve lightened the mood between us.
Instead of pulling away from me, she tilts her head to lean her face into my palm. Her face a content canvas of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.
She sighs as she opens her eyes again. They’re the greenest I’ve ever seen them as she looks up at me with a softness to her gaze. “Me too.” Her words are breathy.
“Why don’t you go up and get a bath while I make us some breakfast?”
“Sure.” Her eyelids flutter closed as she gently nods her head against my skin. Every minute I spend with this woman, I can feel her digging herself deeper into my soul, and I find it hard to breathe thinking about this woman not being by my side. I wish I could read her thoughts, hear what she’s thinking about my declaration.
But if I take from her actions what I would love to hear her say in words, she feels the same, but is being cautious because of her past and that’s completely understandable. The last thing I want to do is rush her into anything she doesn’t feel comfortable with. I kiss the top of her head and turn us both towards the steps and release her from my arms.
“Don’t forget you have a surprise coming,” I remind her as she backs away from me with an award-winning smile on her gorgeous lips.
She claps her hand together, her eyebrows flying up into her hair line. “Okay.” She turns and almost runs to the base of the steps. Turning to blow me a quick kiss, she takes off up the stairs.
I turn to Jax, smiling. “So, I think that went well.” He shoves a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, nodding his agreement.
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Tessa
I rush through the shower and for the first time in four days, I take the time to fix my hair and throw a bit of makeup on my face. The bruises and cuts are starting to fade and heal, so there’s no need for me to cake on the foundation. The jeans I choose are snug and make my ass look nice. The tee has a deep V in the neckline, giving just a hint of my ample cleavage. So much so, I have to adjust my boobs in my bra several times, just to get the tight-fitting tee to sit right on my torso. I shove my feet into the only shoes I have, other than my flip flops. I look at myself in the full-length mirror I’d found on the back of Matthews closet door. I’m not completely satisfied with what I see in my reflection, but considering what I’ve been through, I look damned good.
When I walk into the kitchen, I stop, waiting for him to turn and see me, fidgeting from one foot to the other in anticipation. When he finally turns, he quietly studies me from head to toe, and when his eyes land on my feet, he cringes. “White tennis shoes?”
I look down and then back up to him. “Yup. It’s all I’ve got.” I hold my hands out to either side of my body. “What about the rest?” I ask, a little dejected he didn’t notice the effort I’d put into my appearance.
He takes out his phone and sends a quick text, then looks up at me, smiling, motioning with his head for me to come to him. I don’t go to him, but I cross my arms over my chest, pushing my boobs up. “What’s wrong with my white tennis shoes?”
“There’s nothing wrong with them, they just don’t go with your surprise.” He points to the area right in front of him. “Come here.”
I don’t move. “So what kind of foot attire goes with this big surprise of yours?” I ask, shifting from foot to foot in a show of defiance.
He growls as he reaches out and pulls me by the front of my shirt to him. I screech in pleasure as his caveman actions melt my underwear. He bends down and wraps his arm around my ass before standing with me over his shoulder. He gives my ass a quick smack, making me squeal even more.
He stalks into the living room where Jackson is playing, the sight of us making the little boy stop and laugh at us. I feel as I’m falling backward and the air is forced out of my lungs when I land on the couch. Matthew kneels in front of me, taking my right foot in his hand to pull off the offending shoe and tosses it back over his shoulder, never saying a word. He does the same with my other shoe, and I giggle at the devious smile on his full lips.
He leans into me, his lips barely grazing my ear. “Do what I say from now on.” I inhale a deep breath as a rush of lust surges through my body, bottoming out between my legs.
I lean my head back to look into his eyes. “Yes, sir,” I smirk.
“I have your approved footwear on the way.” He stands, offering me his hand. With a lift of his eyebrow, he looks from my face to my cleavage as he shifts himself in his shorts with his other hand. “I do like that a lot though.” He says raising his eyebrows and tips his head in the direction of my V-neck tee.
I take his offered hand, making sure my upper arms squeeze my boobs together as he helps me up. “Do you now?”
“And this,” he reaches around my body, out of sight of Jackson, and grabs a big handful of my ass, “looks completely fuckable.” He whispers in my ear, his deep, sexy voice makes my nipples harden and poke through my shirt, giving my arousal away.
I let him lead me past Jackson and watch him bend and ruffle the little boy’s hair as we pass. I take a seat at the dining table, tapping my fingers anxiously as I watch Matthew move. The sight of his body does ease the pain of having to wait a little, and I smile at the thought. I know what he looks like under the loose tee and board shorts. His feet are bare
and sexy as fuck. I study the tattoos on his arms and watch as they come to life with every movement of his toned, muscular arms.
His words flood back into my mind. It wasn’t an ‘I love you,’ but they were just as heavy and had the same impact on me as if he’d told me he did love me. I’m just as crazy, if not crazier for him than a woman should be after seven days. But the moment he’d said those words to me, my mind had gone blank. My heart nearly beat out of my chest and my body heated to the temperature of the sun. Then he’d kissed me, nearly bringing me to orgasm right in the middle of the kitchen.
“How much longer?” I ask again, sounding more like a spoiled, impatient child than the thirty-something-year-old woman I am.
Matthew turns to me, offering me a genuine smile. “Five minutes from the last time you asked.” He leans a hip against the counter and crosses his big arms over his chest eyeing me. I stop my fidgeting with the weight of his gaze on me. “He didn’t give you a lot of happy surprises, did he?”
I try not to let my shoulders slump as Matthew once again brings him into our bubble. I take a deep breath, knowing I owe him every explanation to any question he asks me. “No, not the good kind at all. But if you count a surprise slap when I didn’t answer a question he asked me fast enough, or a punch out of nowhere to the gut when I didn’t have his beer opened and waiting for him when he walked through the door, then yes.” I look up to see his face is flushed, and the muscle in his jaw ticks as he grits his teeth. “I got those regularly.”
He unfolds his arms and crosses to me quickly, pulling me up to his chest. “Well, those days are over. There’ll only be good and happy surprises from now on.” The safety I feel when he holds me is like a nice warm blanket that’s bulletproof. I can’t resist burying my nose in his chest and committing this moment to memory. I close my eyes and shut the fear up that keeps telling me Jake will get his way and have me back, meaning I’ll have to say goodbye to this man in my arms that I’m losing myself to more and more every minute I’m around him.
How I wished what he said about the surprises were true.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Tessa
I sit at the table, bouncing my leg in anticipation. Matthew had taken away my coffee a while ago, saying something about too much caffeine. A knock stops my leg mid-bounce. “Who’s that?”
He smiles down at me. “My help.” His long legs eat up the space between the kitchen to the living room, making it hard for me to keep up with him.
We pass Jackson, who’s pulled all the cushions off the couch and has made a fort in the middle of the floor. He peeks his little head out of them as we pass. “Essa, look at my fort,” he says proudly.
I stop and lower myself down to him, smiling. “I see, and it’s a very nice fort, little man.”
Matthew opens the door behind me and I hear him greet whoever had knocked. “Hello, gorgeous.” The greeting makes my head snap around, only to see Avery walk through the door. I stand as she crosses to me with a beautiful smile on her stunning face.
She hands me a pair of black boots. “These are for you.” I take them from her and it hits me what the surprise is when I see the Harley Davidson emblem sewn on the sides.
I look up at Matthew and smile. “You’re taking me riding?”
Avery claps her hands together, walking around me. “And I’m taking Jax.” She gets down on her knees and sticks her head where Jackson had come out. “You hear that, Jax?” she asks, trying to coax him back out. She backs away as the little boy comes bounding out from under the cushions, flinging himself into her waiting arms.
I feel Matthew’s hand on my lower back as he comes to stand next to me. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say I think he just might like the idea.”
Avery turns to us, laughing. “You think?”
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After Avery left with Jackson, and Matthew showed me and my boobs his appreciation for the earlier display, I now stand holding a helmet in my hands, my insides a jittery mess of excitement. I’d never ridden on a bike before, but the sight of Matthew in his faded jeans, worn boots, and tight T-shirt stretched tight over his muscled frame, covered by his leather cut makes me want to drag him back into the house and show him my appreciation for how fucking sexy he is.
“It goes on your head, Tessa,” he says, bringing me back from the porn I’m playing about him in my head.
“Huh? Oh, I know that,” I respond, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Well, if you’re done eye fucking me, I’ll help you with it.” He reaches to take the helmet out of my hand, which I jerk away from him.
“I’ll never be done eye fucking you, but,” I hand the helmet over to his out stretched hand, “you can help me put it on.” He lifts his eyebrows at me and I giggle, waving my hand at him. “You know what I mean.” He laughs, and it’s a deep, rich sound that’s music to my ears.
“Okay, listen. When we’re riding, lean with me and don’t fight the natural movement of the bike,” he explains as he places the helmet on my head. “Don’t jerk or make any quick movements.” I listen closely as he explains. “Let your ass move with the seat.”
He tightens the strap around my chin and pats the top with the palm of his hand. “Feel all right?” I nod at him as he turns to slide his leg over the seat. “Get on.” I do as he did and slide my leg over and find the foot peg he’d flipped down for me. He hands back a pair of sunglasses. “Here, put these on too.” When I’m situated, he reaches back and takes my arms, wrapping them around his waist. “Hang on, and don’t let go,” he instructs, rubbing one of my hands up and down his cock, taking full advantage of having my hands captured in his, and I grab him—not tight, but enough to make him groan with pleasure.
I swear we’re like two horny teenagers who have finally gotten some alone time and are trying our best to wear our parts out from overuse.
When he’s done, he places my hands on his flat stomach, which is just as much of a turn on as his rock-hard cock. “I need to stop or we’re not gonna get out of this damned driveway.” He starts the engine of the beast and it rumbles to life, vibrating my whole body, including my pussy that’s already tingling from the dirty banter and glances we’ve been sharing.
He turns his head back to me and yells, “Are you ready?” A wide smile lifts my cheeks as I nod my head. He pats my hands once more before giving it gas and lifting his feet off the ground. We take off slow at first as we travel down his drive, but when we hit the pavement, I feel his muscles tense under my hands as he opens the rumbling machine up.
The exhilarating feeling that bursts through me as he speeds down the road is scary and exciting at the same time. The wind rushes over me, along with the freedom riding brings. I’ve always heard it’s a religious experience, and I’m glad it’s Matthew who’s brought me to the church of Harley Davidson for my first worship service. I feel his muscles tense and release as his big body moves along with the bike, navigating the roads with such ease, it’s as if he’s one with the machine we’re riding.
He removes his left hand from the grip and lays it on my leg. Riding like this means so much more to him than it does to me. This is what he does to restore his soul and unload his mind. It’s a fun first experience for me, but he values the freedom granted to him that only two wheels on the road and nothing between him and the wind brings him.
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Matt
This is what I needed, what we both needed. Straddling my bike with my woman’s arms around me, and the smell of high octane fuel burning the air around us. I tilted my mirror so I could watch her reaction to riding for the first time, and I’m so glad I did because she hasn’t stopped smiling since I took off. It’s the smile I want and need her to have on her face every day for the rest of her life.
I give it some gas, sending the bike flying down the road faster. She squeals into my ear and squeezes me. I throw my head back, laughing, loving her excitement at something I could give her without her worrying about how m
uch it cost or how she’s going to pay me back.
“Matthew, this is amazing,” she screams near my ear, her voice as giddy as a child on Christmas. I nod my head, letting her know I heard her, and can’t fight the smile that’s on my lips.
I twist the throttle and gun the engine as we begin to weave through the deep S-curves of the mountain road I’m taking her on. Her knees tighten on my hips, and her arms squeeze my middle as she buries her face in my back with a squeal.
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We turn and drive through the fence of the compound. Pulling my bike to a stop, I turn and help her off before backing my bike in line with the others. Her smile is brilliant and infectious. I help her with her helmet and watch as she smoothes her hands down her mussed hair. “Stop, you look amazing,” I tell her as I place our helmets on the seat.
“I’m windblown,” she huffs, leaning over to check her reflection in the side mirror. I take her bent hips in my hands and walk up to her, rubbing my hardening cock against her fine ass. She quickly straightens and leans her back flush to my chest.
“What do ya say I show you my room here at the clubhouse and we celebrate this amazing ride with you riding me?” I say in her ear. I feel her body shiver against mine and hear her purr at my suggestion. I take her response as a yes and begin to walk her to the door of the clubhouse.
We walk through the door and the sight of Kent and the serious faces of my brothers stops me in my tracks. In the distance, I can hear the screeching and screaming as the two parts of my life fatally crash into each other.
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I’m physically sitting at the table, but my mind is with Tessa. God only knows how she’s spinning this in her head. I lean forward, rubbing my face with both hands, blowing out a loud sigh. I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder and look up to see Eno. “Jo just texted me.”
