Suddenly You (Our Exception Book 2)

Chapter 5

“Ineed to take this,” I say when my phone rings loudly next to me. Matthew and I are lounging by the pool at the spa. He’s looking very relaxed in that fluffy white cotton robe of his, a swimsuit depressingly underneath. I’d much rather he be naked, but when I suggested it, he just rolled his eyes and tugged that swimsuit on without breaking eye contact.

I got the point then and there.

No dick sightseeing for me today.

My gaze shifts to the cocktail in his hand. I bought it for him when he started to get upset about the cost of things and he hasn’t stopped sipping at it since. Seems he likes it, not that his stubborn self would ever admit that to me.

His free hand moves down to scratch at his junk. Junk that I’d very much like to fondle right now. But I have a feeling that Mr. Straighty McStraight Pants would turn me down if I offered.

Fuck, he looks damn good. A tasty snack. One I can’t have, but will drool over nonetheless.

“No problem,” he says, his eyelids drooping. That drink must have a lot of alcohol in it. Either that, or he’s actually relaxing.

Hell yes. He’s gonna be snoozing on the massage table later. I grin as I stand and walk far enough away that Matthew can’t hear what I’m about to say. Some things need to stay private.

“Cooper, what the fuck did you just message us?” I hear my friend, Owen, drawl. We’ve known each other since second grade when he walked up to me and complimented my cashmere sweater. I knew then we’d be best friends. He has impeccable taste.

I peer back at Matthew, who is casually sucking on his straw. A little too long, if you ask me. Watching his tongue snake around the straw is doing things to my dick. He really is the sexiest man I’ve seen in real life, and he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing to me. I might not survive this marriage, let alone the divorce.

“Are you a married man? For real?” I hear Patrick ask, and I nod. Patrick is a friend I met two years ago at a drag show and immediately clicked with. Sometimes you just find people you’re platonic soulmates with—like Beau. He and I are ride or die. Always have been, always will be. Patrick is another one of those. I will be friends with him until I pass from this green earth.

“I am a married man. It’s been a week now.”

“Well, shit,” Owen says with a small chuckle. “Can we get together to discuss? I’m sure there’s a story behind all this.”

“Lunch next week?” I ask, and I hear Patrick clear his throat.

“Of course. I need all the details. Every last one.”

“Well, you won’t be getting all the details, but I’ll tell you enough.”

I hear them both snicker on the other end of the line. Truth is, some of what’s happened with Matthew is sacred, and I’m not about to spill all of that to my friends. Some of those secrets are just for me, things I get to tuck away and analyze later.

I quickly input the time and place we’re going to meet into my calendar and say goodbye before heading back to Matthew.

“Everything okay?” he asks, and I nod, reaching down to run my hand through his hair. He leans into my touch as I scrape my nails against his scalp, and my entire body thrums when I hear that content little sigh escape his lips.

He will never admit it, but he loves this. I can sense it, can see it as clear as day.

Matthew Morris is a touch-starved man, and I intend to give him everything he needs.

He will be so saturated with it that he’ll desire me in ways he never expected.

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to help a man into a sexual awakening. I feel like Matthew may resist the process because he’s very stuck in his ways. But he’s still wearing his wedding ring, despite grumbling about it, so there’s still hope.

I look down at my own ring that I have no plans to remove.

I am nothing if not a dedicated spouse.

“Yep, just a couple of friends planning a lunch date for next week. I’d invite you along, but I think you’re working.”

“Probably am,” he says as he takes another long sip of his drink. I watch as those lips wrap around the straw, watch as he sucks and then swallows. It’s torture. Utter bliss. I’m not going to survive this.

“I was thinking—” Matthew begins, and I lean onto my side, my head cradled in my hand.

“Thinking. How very tragic,” I interrupt, and Matthew rolls his eyes at me.

“I was thinking that I need a failsafe since this living arrangement isn’t permanent. Like what do I do if you kick me out? I have nowhere to go.”

“That won’t happen,” I say and then reach out and drag my finger along his hand. He flips his palm up, and I trace the lines there, feeling a shudder move through him at my touch.

“I just need a backup plan, Coop. This is so fucking fucked.”

“Hm, of course. How about you find a few places nearby that have some openings, just to make yourself feel better.”

He nods and lets his eyelids flutter shut. “I can do that. Just so I know what’s out there. If it all goes to shit.”

“It won’t go to shit,” I say and then link my fingers with his. They curl around mine and squeeze before letting go and settling on his lap.

I don’t take it personally. I know that Matthew is straight, that he has no interest in me in that way, but fuck, I love watching him unfurl. Love watching that sensual, needy side make an appearance. It’s heady. Like a drug. I’d snort it daily if I could.

The fact that he slept between my bare legs, that he showered with me, that he’s moved in with me, sleeps just down the hall…

The number of wet dreams I’ve had since our wedding night is atrocious.

I’ve had to change the sheets daily.

“Our massages are soon,” I tell him, and he nods, finishing off his drink. Thank fuck for that. If I had to watch one more suck, I might have exploded all over myself.

“This is real nice, Coop. No wonder you like this place.”

“It is very relaxing. I thought this was just the thing you needed after a very stressful move.”

“Not with the way you do it,” he says with a grin. “You literally did nothing. I did nothing but pack a bag. The movers did everything.”

“That’s how it should be,” I reply and then stand up, reaching my hands out and pulling him up. “Come on. Let’s go get ready for this couples massage.”

His eye twitches at the word “couples”, a little detail I didn’t impart to him earlier, and I can’t help the stupid grin that takes over my face.

“We are husbands, after all. I’ve seen your hard dick. And a part of you was inside of me, even if we don’t remember what that part was.”

He blushes, and I reach up and run my knuckles across his skin. His eyelids flutter and I press into him, our hips connecting. Oh, what fun it will be to watch him give in to this. I cannot fucking wait.

“Come on, Matthew. Let’s go get all that tension kneaded right out of us.”

“Never had a massage like this before.”

“Not even for athletics?”

“That’s different,” he says and then swallows. “This is fancy.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to spoil you rotten.”

He flushes crimson again and I laugh, pulling him forward. I don’t exactly know what my end goal is with Matthew, but the thrill of the chase makes my heart thump in excitement.

I’m gonna get him.

Get him right where I want him.

Well, a couples massage was a mistake on my end. The way that Matthew is moaning and grunting is making my dick all kinds of hard. I swear, if he keeps this up, I’m going to come right here on the table. And this is an upscale resort, there is no way they’d tolerate this. They don’t offer happy endings. I’ve asked.

I thought the straw porn was bad. This is ten times worse.

“Oh fuck, yes, right there,” Matthew grunts when the woman kneading her elbow into his upper back presses down. Kate is quite the beast. I’ve had her work on my poor back a few times and came away with bruises.

Not that Matthew is bothered by it. No, he’s enjoying it.

The words coming out of his mouth are making me think about his ass. Would he like me playing with his prostate? Oh god, I’d love that. I’m a strict bottom in most situations, but I sure do love to make a man crazy with my fingers and tongue.

The things I’d do to Matthew if he’d let me.

I’d slide my fingers into him and curl them, hitting that little bump just right. His eyes would cross and he’d gasp as I work him slowly over the edge.

I’d love seeing that, hearing it. Experiencing it.

I’ve dreamt of it enough. I just hope one day it becomes a reality.

When it’s time for me to turn over, I apologize softly to Xavi, who is currently working on me. He sees my boner through the towel around my waist. It’s sticking up like Stonehenge. “My husband is being very inappropriate,” I whisper up at him with a shrug.

“I gotchu,” he says with a grin. “Maybe you’d like to watch,” he adds, tilting my head to the side and working on my neck. My eyelids droop as I stare at Matthew. He doesn’t know I’m watching, has no idea the inappropriate thoughts I’m having about him, until those eyes pop open and clash with mine. That plump bottom lip is slowly pulled between his teeth and he worries it, wetting it, making my dick throb painfully.

Kate stops after her work on his back is complete and asks him to turn around, holding the sheet up as he does. I can’t help but flick my gaze downward, hoping to see that dick of his hard for me.

Sadly, it’s not.

Oh well, I can be hard enough for the both of us.

I am hard enough for the both of us.

And so the torture continues, so much so that I have to excuse myself ten minutes later to get some relief. I waddle to the bathroom and splash some water on my face, trying to cool my body down. Those sounds he’s making in that room are getting worse and worse, making me nearly shake with need.

I pull open my robe and my hand clasps my dick. I grunt at the feeling of pressure, my forehead falling against the cool tile wall as I stroke it. Fuck, I really need to just jerk one out so I can get on with my day. If I don’t, I may do something silly, like try and rub up against Matthew when he’s not looking. I can’t imagine that going well.

No, with Matthew, I need to move slowly so as not to scare him off. Like a frog in boiling water. Just let him gradually acclimate so he doesn’t realize what’s happening.

And by then, I’ll have him right where I want him.

Not dead, like the frog. No. Just over me, his dick inside my hole, grunting, panting, making me take it so good.

Reaching over, I grab some paper towels and make quick work of my dick. With the way it’s been edged the past few hours, I come relatively fast, my ears ringing from the sensation. With shaking hands, I clean myself up and stride back into the room, not even bothering to ask anyone to turn around while I slide my robe off.

I can see Matthew looking at me as I slip under the sheets.

“Had a bit of an emergency,” I explain, and Xavi huffs a laugh, getting back to work without a word. He knows. He soknows.

Anyone who sees Matthew would know why I’m suffering. He’s too hot.

So fucking hot.

“You okay?” Matthew asks, and I nod.

“Never better.”

He grins at me, looking relaxed and soft. Content even.

A small hum exits his mouth, and I watch him raptly until the end of our massage session, the two of us pulling our robes on in silence, our limbs loose and limp.

“That was real nice, Coop.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I fucking did. I want one every week.”

“Oh, you can absolutely have one every week.”

He shakes his head and swallows, running a hand through his hair. It sticks up sideways, and I reach over and pat it down.

“Don’t need more added to my tab,” he says softly.

“Oh baby, I’d watch you get a massage any day of the week. That was a treat.” He eyes me, and I grin. “It was very erotic.”

His cheeks redden. “It just felt good.”

“Oh god, I could tell,” I moan and adjust myself, my dick getting hard again almost immediately. “It was like watching you get a blow job.”

He clears his throat and tugs his robe a little tighter around him.

“You could keep some things to yourself, you know that, right? You don’t need to say everything that comes into your brain.”

“But I’m an open book.”

I nudge him and then open the door, letting him walk through before me. My hand lands on his lower back and he lets it rest there as I make my way to the counter, making sure to tip our masseuses heftily before walking back outside.

“Thank you,” Matthew says softly, and my heart warms at the appreciation in his tone. “This was all really great.”

“Of course. Like I said, anytime. So what now? What would you like to do? I tried booking us a facial, but they didn’t have any openings. We could go to the mud bath if you want.”

Matthew nods at me slowly and then shakes his head. “I honestly could just go home and nap.”

Done. Without a word, I lead him toward the locker rooms so we can change back into our clothes. “I think a nap sounds delightful.”

As soon as we get home, I use Matthew’s delirium to lead him to the bed and cuddle him under the blankets. He doesn’t even argue, just lays his head on my pillow and lets me wrap my body around his. He feels good against me, warm and strong.

Positively straight.

He hums as he wiggles against me, and I swear to god, my dick is losing its mind, needing more stimulation than this. But I don’t push, I’d never push. I just let my hard length rest gently against his ass, and he doesn’t pull away. He has to know what he does to me at this point, right?

The truth is, the minute I laid eyes on Matthew several weeks ago, I felt something jolt through me.

I wanted him. Intensely.

And it hasn’t faded over time. I still want him.

I’ve never had such a strong desire for a person before. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s not gay that makes me all the more interested, makes it so much more fun. If that makes me a bad person, I don’t know, but I can’t help what I want.

And I want to win this little game I’m playing. I want to win him over.

My hand presses against his stomach, and he sighs as I drag it up and let it rest over his heart. His soft snores tell me that he’s asleep, and as much as I want to keep exploring this athletic body, I won’t. I’m not that much of a creep, to molest someone when they’re not conscious. So, instead, I let my eyes close and I drift off for a bit, my mind conjuring up all the sinful things Matthew and I could do together, making my body heat and thrum with an impossible need.

When we finally wake, we’ve shifted on the bed. He’s holding on to me tightly, his body turned into mine, his breath puffing against my neck. No wonder my brain was dreaming of him over me, rutting into me like an animal in heat. He’s practically caging me in, pressing me deliciously into the mattress.

“Mm, we slept too long,” Matthew murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin. Sleepy boy.

“We did. But you needed it. You’re so overworked.”

“I am,” he says with a whine and then stretches out across me. Oh hell, that feels nice.

My hands slide up his back, under his shirt, feeling the oil-soaked skin from the massage against my fingertips. “Ready to get up and laze about the rest of the day?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

His voice is raspy and worn, like he’s gone all day panting and screaming from multiple orgasms. Or so goes my fantasy.

He squirms around and then pushes himself into a sitting position astride my lap, his dark hair falling into his face. He glances down at me and my hands instinctively thread through those strands and tug. He lets out a puff of breath and his eyelids flutter shut.

To watch him fuck me.

I might die if that ever happens.

“Up we go,” I say even though neither of us moves.

“You really need to stop touching me like this,” he says, and I tug his hair harder, making him let out a grunt.

“Only if you ask me nicely.”

He keeps his lips sealed shut as he hovers over me for a minute more before he finally shakes his head a little, loosening my grip on him, and hops out of bed.

“Alright, enough of that,” he says, running a hand down his face, looking a little flushed.

I sit up and adjust my dick when he’s not looking. Don’t need to scare him off when I’ve succeeded in drawing him so close.

“How about I order a charcuterie board?” I suggest as I grab my phone. “There’s a place just down the street that delivers and they have the nicest shit.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says and then bites his bottom lip. “Can we just sit out on the porch again?”

“Of course, love,” I say and slip my arm through his, leading him out back as my fingers quickly place the order for the food platter. “How about some more wine?”

“Probably just some water for me. I’m pretty groggy.”

“Of course,” I say as I grab two bottles of water and a bottle of wine as we go.

“Even your water is expensive,” Matthew says with a scoff as he twists the cap off.

“Only the best for my boo.”

He rolls his eyes at me and then flinches when his phone rings.

“Who is it?”

“Mitch,” he says, clicking the side button of the phone and silencing it.

“Haven’t spoken with him yet?”

“No. I mean, I’ve messaged him, but I need to talk to him about shit. I’ll meet him tomorrow at the gym and let him know what’s up.”

I hum and settle him into a lounge chair, pulling mine up close to his. I’d like to push my luck and cuddle him to me, but I think he needs his space. Too much too fast will make him run.

Which means I’d have to chase after him. And I’m really not all that athletic.

“Good. Make sure you tell him I said hi.”

He scoffs at that. “I fucking won’t.”

My mouth splits in a grin. “I know, but it sure is fun to tease you about it. Now, tell me all about Mitch. I know Max pretty well, mostly from what Beau has gushed about him. And Magnus is my spirit animal, but Mitch is a mystery.”

Matthew shifts in his seat, his eyes staring off into the distance.

“Um, well, to understand Mitch, you’ll have to know about the dynamics of our family, I guess. Max and I were always the closest, in age and personality. Magnus was always shy and quiet, always did his own thing, was his own person. Mitch is the opposite. He’s always been loud and aggressive. Set in his ways. Stubborn. Intimidating. It’s hard to get along with someone like that. You know, to get close to them.”

“Sounds like he needs someone to take him down a notch or two.”

“Well, based on how we all treated Magnus, and how I treated Max when he started seeing Beau, I think we all need to be taken down a notch or ten.”

His honesty surprises me. Oftentimes, people who are homophobic tend to never change their minds about us. Instead, they seem to dig their heels in and stand resolute in their beliefs. Matthew might firmly attest to being straight, but his attitude toward me and my sexuality seems to be growing more fluid by the day.

The way he leans into my touch, the way he seems to enjoy my company.

It all points to a positive ending. Maybe even a happy one.

“So, is hanging out with Mitch a hardship? Do you dread it?”

“No, not really. I mean, I hate that I have to hide things from him just to sidestep a fight.”

“That’s the worst.”

“So instead, I’ve just been avoiding him as much as possible. Especially without Max there. It’s just too much to handle by myself, you know?”

“I do know. Now husband, tell me about your parents?”

He sighs and looks over at me. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, I need to know more about you.”

“You have a whole file on me, apparently. Just look in there.”

“Ah yes, the file, but that doesn’t tell me about the family dynamics. What is your dad like? Mom?”

“They’re…closed-minded snobs, really. I love them, but I’d honestly be okay with not seeing them for months on end. Or hearing from them. My mom was never very motherly or warm and my dad… Well, I usually feel like I’m a disappointment to him.”

“Ah,” I say and then reach over and touch his arm gently. He leans into it as I drag my fingertips across his skin.

“What about yours?”

He’s changing a very sensitive subject, I can tell. And I’ll let him.

“Aren’t they like rich oil tycoons?”

I grin, a small laugh slipping from my mouth. “You make it sound like we’re in the oil industry, Matthew. And you’re not wrong, but just the wrong kind. Olive oil, my love. They built an empire and it’s been a windfall ever since.”

His eyebrows rise at that. “Olive oil?”

“Yes, we’ve cornered the market. My father is a cutthroat businessman, but very kind. He loves his family more than anything. But he also loves his company and is working himself into an early grave. He can’t relax. I spent my childhood not really knowing him. And my mother, well, she’s warm and kind, but she traveled with my father a lot so I was generally raised by nannies.”

He lets out a small, knowing chuckle. “That makes sense.”

“It does. I’m not saying they’re bad parents. They’re just busy. They do make time for me though. When they can. In fact, they’ll be stopping by in a few weeks to visit with me before jetting off to Italy. I can’t wait to introduce you to them.” He swallows nervously at that, and I bite back a grin. “They’ll love you.”

“We’ll see,” he says as I continue to drag my hand up and down his arm.

“No, they will. They’ve been bugging me about finding someone, settling down and having grandkids. They’ll only be upset they missed the wedding, but I’m sure we could do a small get-together with them and your brothers… Well, not Mitch, of course, or your parents.”

He stares at me. “I think that’s a bad idea.”

“I think it’s a grand idea. The best one I’ve had all year. You know, besides marrying you.”

His cheeks flush and he turns his gaze away, staring out at the darkening horizon. I want to say more, to watch those cheeks turn a pretty pink, but I’m cut off by sound of the doorbell ringing. After grabbing the bag of food from the delivery man and carrying it back to the balcony, I set it on the small table, uncorking the wine and pouring myself a glass, watching as Matthew picks some salami and cheese off the tray.

“Oh, try a grape with it. You’ll love the combo.”

He lets me pop one between his lips, and I can’t help the throb that pulses through my balls feeling his lips against my fingertips. I’d love for him to suck on my fingers, just once and I’d die a happy man.

“Good?” I ask, and he nods.

“Yeah, real fancy just like you.”

“Wine now?”

He shakes his head. “No, I need to keep my wits about me around you. You have a way of making me do things I wouldn’t normally do.”

“Like what?”

“Like sleeping in bed with you for starters.”

“Ah yes, and getting married. To a man. I’m quite persuasive like that.”

He shakes his head before leaning it back on the lounger. “Seems so. So no more alcohol. Makes me do crazy things.”

“But it goes so well with the cheese and salami, Matthew. It brings out the flavors.” I reach for my wine glass and hand it over to him. “Go on, try it.”

He takes a tentative sip and smacks his lips. “Yeah, alright. It is good.”

“Told you. I’m always right.”

“Maybe this one time.”

“No, all the time, Matthew. You’ll see. Just you wait.”