buried her face in his shoulder.
What if he doesn’t want to hold you?
He proved the traitorous little voice in her head wrong by wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss into the top of her head. His erection dug into her thigh like a piece of iron.
She had no words. None were needed. West’s lists moved across her shoulder, the back of her neck, and found her earlobeShe smelled herself on his hands. Embarrassed by the natural scent, she used the hem of her dress to wipe the last of her slick fluid from his hand.
“Stop,” he whispered, kindly. “I’d rather have you there than not.” What did that mean? He was still disturbingly huge beneath her thigh. She shifted her weight on him, grinning at his hiss of discomfort.
“Want me to take care of that?” she offered.
“No, ‘cuz then we wouldn’t be even.” Mattie rolled her eyes. “What was all this tonight?”
He tilted her chin up and kissed her slowly, deeply. After he pulled away, he replied, “Just two friends having fun.”
“Don’t expect me to call you in the morning,” she teased when he finally headed for Em’s Navigator. His truck was parked at her condo, down the road.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied.
***
He waited until he heard the quiet thunk of the heavy wooden and glass front door close before he got into the SUV and pulled out of the driveway. He got a few yards down the road before the insistence in his groin made him pull over. The road was private, deserted at this hour. He freed his dick from the confines of his jeans and began to stroke it. His hands were too dry, the friction too painful.
He wished he had Mattie on his hands, on his dick. He fumbled through the center console looking for lotion, something to help. Smelling like Em but lusting after Mattie’s tight, wet pussy, he finished himself off into a pink tissue, gasping and sweating. As a final insult, he tossed the tissue into the passenger floorboard.
What was she doing to him? He wanted to hate Mattie. Wanted to find a way to drive her away, out of the McKendrick family. But what if she’s really Elaine?
No matter what, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It wasn’t just the elements he’d discovered tonight. It was the way she lived life. She laughed at Emeline’s pettiness and materialism, preferring having a good time acting like kids in Wal-Mart than browsing through the quiet racks of ridiculous designer clothes. Mattie saw life as an adventure, something to grab and hang on to for dear life. She liked her music and her sex fast and rough.
Mattie was lying about something. More than one thing, he was sure. What was she really doing here?
What was it, though, and was it serious enough to destroy not only her life, but those that had begun to hope she was someone she most obviously wasn’t?
***
Mattie tiptoed through the house, thrilled and weak and wild and woozy all at the same time. Her body still ached from the monster orgasm—true to West’s word, it had been the best one of her life. Not that she’d had too many that qualified in the running. Self-induced didn’t count, and those that K had forced from her didn’t either.
She hated the way the house made her feel. At night, the downstairs was huge and silent, echoing with every step and whisper. She tiptoed down the plush runner, trying to muffle her breaths.
The sensation of being watched prickled at the back of her neck. She turned around, straining to see into the shadows in all the decorative niches. “Somebody there?” she whispered. The slight sound bounced off the vaulted ceilings. “Hello?”
Nobody answered. Mattie tried to shake off the paranoia. She was glad nobody answered. She didn’t want to explain the ripped underwear wadded up in the palm of her
What if he doesn’t want to hold you?
He proved the traitorous little voice in her head wrong by wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss into the top of her head. His erection dug into her thigh like a piece of iron.
She had no words. None were needed. West’s lists moved across her shoulder, the back of her neck, and found her earlobeShe smelled herself on his hands. Embarrassed by the natural scent, she used the hem of her dress to wipe the last of her slick fluid from his hand.
“Stop,” he whispered, kindly. “I’d rather have you there than not.” What did that mean? He was still disturbingly huge beneath her thigh. She shifted her weight on him, grinning at his hiss of discomfort.
“Want me to take care of that?” she offered.
“No, ‘cuz then we wouldn’t be even.” Mattie rolled her eyes. “What was all this tonight?”
He tilted her chin up and kissed her slowly, deeply. After he pulled away, he replied, “Just two friends having fun.”
“Don’t expect me to call you in the morning,” she teased when he finally headed for Em’s Navigator. His truck was parked at her condo, down the road.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied.
***
He waited until he heard the quiet thunk of the heavy wooden and glass front door close before he got into the SUV and pulled out of the driveway. He got a few yards down the road before the insistence in his groin made him pull over. The road was private, deserted at this hour. He freed his dick from the confines of his jeans and began to stroke it. His hands were too dry, the friction too painful.
He wished he had Mattie on his hands, on his dick. He fumbled through the center console looking for lotion, something to help. Smelling like Em but lusting after Mattie’s tight, wet pussy, he finished himself off into a pink tissue, gasping and sweating. As a final insult, he tossed the tissue into the passenger floorboard.
What was she doing to him? He wanted to hate Mattie. Wanted to find a way to drive her away, out of the McKendrick family. But what if she’s really Elaine?
No matter what, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It wasn’t just the elements he’d discovered tonight. It was the way she lived life. She laughed at Emeline’s pettiness and materialism, preferring having a good time acting like kids in Wal-Mart than browsing through the quiet racks of ridiculous designer clothes. Mattie saw life as an adventure, something to grab and hang on to for dear life. She liked her music and her sex fast and rough.
Mattie was lying about something. More than one thing, he was sure. What was she really doing here?
What was it, though, and was it serious enough to destroy not only her life, but those that had begun to hope she was someone she most obviously wasn’t?
***
Mattie tiptoed through the house, thrilled and weak and wild and woozy all at the same time. Her body still ached from the monster orgasm—true to West’s word, it had been the best one of her life. Not that she’d had too many that qualified in the running. Self-induced didn’t count, and those that K had forced from her didn’t either.
She hated the way the house made her feel. At night, the downstairs was huge and silent, echoing with every step and whisper. She tiptoed down the plush runner, trying to muffle her breaths.
The sensation of being watched prickled at the back of her neck. She turned around, straining to see into the shadows in all the decorative niches. “Somebody there?” she whispered. The slight sound bounced off the vaulted ceilings. “Hello?”
Nobody answered. Mattie tried to shake off the paranoia. She was glad nobody answered. She didn’t want to explain the ripped underwear wadded up in the palm of her
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