Matt & Brooklyn: A Standalone in the "Again for the First Time" Family Saga (AFTFT Book 2) by Raven St. Pierre Page A
Authors: Raven St. Pierre
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imagine the few times my mind wandered there on its own. This was wrong. I knew it was, but still I kept my eyes trained on him, the cuts of muscle at his hips, the ones that formed a V at his pelvis. Sparse, dark-colored hairs could be seen in the moonlight, forming a trail from his naval and then disappearing below the waistband of his sweats. My hands tightened into fists when the urge to touch him became too strong. Was this what he felt when I caught him watching me on the deck earlier?
I’d never looked at him this way— sexually. Well… I take that back. He’s attractive, so of course the thought had crossed my mind before, but I’d never objectified him like I was now. It couldn’t be helped, though. He was right in front of me, on display, and I could see everything— his length, thickness. I drew in a deep breath and focused on the way it pressed against the fabric. I imagined myself touching him, running my hands over every inch of skin, feeling the firmness of his flesh against my palms. I think the thing that made it most difficult to walk away was knowing that, if I was to give him the all-clear, he would absolutely be down for whatever.
I was literally shaking when I finally left his room. It wasn’t easy to admit that the reaction was the result of how turned on I was just at the sight of him, but that was the truth. The man I called ‘friend’ was unfortunately one of the hottest I’d ever met. The proof was the moisture that had collected in the seat of my panties just from looking at him. Things with us were changing fast, too fast… but I was beginning to wonder if it was too late to do anything about it.
…or if it was even worth fighting at this point.
Chapter Five
Brooklyn
Over the next couple days, I focused on forgetting the wayward thoughts and feelings that assaulted me the night I found myself in Matt’s bed. I awoke this particular morning to a perfectly quiet, empty house, just like it had been the few before it. A yawn accompanied the long stretch I had when I finally got tired of staring at the ceiling and climbed out of bed. The clock read eight o’clock and I smiled at the thought of having no obligations for yet another day other than doing the exact same thing I’d been doing—lying out by the beach, soaking up the sun and beautiful weather. Well… aside from Matt’s friends’ wedding, but that wouldn’t be until this evening.
I made my way to the bathroom with my toothbrush in hand and turned the shower on while I brushed so the water could get hot like I liked it. Matt had made a habit of leaving me a fresh washcloth and towel on the counter, a gesture that made me smile seeing as how I was perfectly capable of going to the linen closet and getting them myself. Securing my shower cap over my hair, I climbed into the large, tiled shower with a big grin on my face. This house wasn’t the biggest or newest in the area, but the amenities and upgrades were to die for. The bathroom, for instance, had heated floors and the water flowed from the showerhead like a waterfall. I was absolutely in heaven.
After I washed, I wrapped myself in the plush, white towel and went back to my room. The breeze from outside carried with it the scent of the ocean just a short walk away. Even from my room, when the house was quiet, I could hear the waves accompanied by the sound of a wind chime Matt said the previous owners had left behind. I pulled out the dress I planned to wear later that evening and then sat down on my bed.
Already, I knew which bathing suit I’d wear for the day. My book was sitting out on the dresser and with hours to kill before I needed to get ready for the wedding, I had plans to finish it. However, when I stood, the sound of a heavy downpour against the window instantly changed my plans.
“Noooo,” I whined to myself, heading over to look outside. It was really coming down. Storm clouds hovered above and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t let up anytime
I’d never looked at him this way— sexually. Well… I take that back. He’s attractive, so of course the thought had crossed my mind before, but I’d never objectified him like I was now. It couldn’t be helped, though. He was right in front of me, on display, and I could see everything— his length, thickness. I drew in a deep breath and focused on the way it pressed against the fabric. I imagined myself touching him, running my hands over every inch of skin, feeling the firmness of his flesh against my palms. I think the thing that made it most difficult to walk away was knowing that, if I was to give him the all-clear, he would absolutely be down for whatever.
I was literally shaking when I finally left his room. It wasn’t easy to admit that the reaction was the result of how turned on I was just at the sight of him, but that was the truth. The man I called ‘friend’ was unfortunately one of the hottest I’d ever met. The proof was the moisture that had collected in the seat of my panties just from looking at him. Things with us were changing fast, too fast… but I was beginning to wonder if it was too late to do anything about it.
…or if it was even worth fighting at this point.
Chapter Five
Brooklyn
Over the next couple days, I focused on forgetting the wayward thoughts and feelings that assaulted me the night I found myself in Matt’s bed. I awoke this particular morning to a perfectly quiet, empty house, just like it had been the few before it. A yawn accompanied the long stretch I had when I finally got tired of staring at the ceiling and climbed out of bed. The clock read eight o’clock and I smiled at the thought of having no obligations for yet another day other than doing the exact same thing I’d been doing—lying out by the beach, soaking up the sun and beautiful weather. Well… aside from Matt’s friends’ wedding, but that wouldn’t be until this evening.
I made my way to the bathroom with my toothbrush in hand and turned the shower on while I brushed so the water could get hot like I liked it. Matt had made a habit of leaving me a fresh washcloth and towel on the counter, a gesture that made me smile seeing as how I was perfectly capable of going to the linen closet and getting them myself. Securing my shower cap over my hair, I climbed into the large, tiled shower with a big grin on my face. This house wasn’t the biggest or newest in the area, but the amenities and upgrades were to die for. The bathroom, for instance, had heated floors and the water flowed from the showerhead like a waterfall. I was absolutely in heaven.
After I washed, I wrapped myself in the plush, white towel and went back to my room. The breeze from outside carried with it the scent of the ocean just a short walk away. Even from my room, when the house was quiet, I could hear the waves accompanied by the sound of a wind chime Matt said the previous owners had left behind. I pulled out the dress I planned to wear later that evening and then sat down on my bed.
Already, I knew which bathing suit I’d wear for the day. My book was sitting out on the dresser and with hours to kill before I needed to get ready for the wedding, I had plans to finish it. However, when I stood, the sound of a heavy downpour against the window instantly changed my plans.
“Noooo,” I whined to myself, heading over to look outside. It was really coming down. Storm clouds hovered above and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t let up anytime