43. Matthias
Chapter 43
Matthias
Scarlet’s eyes are closed as she drops her head back, long golden-brown hair catching the wind behind her, and kicks herself higher on the tire swing. She looks like a goddess, painted in warm pink light from the setting sun, on the background of long green grass going for as far as the eye can see. I undo my tie as my legs eat the space between us. She’d stiffened when the crunch of gravel under tires announced my approach but relaxed after confirming it was me.
She looks lost to a world of her own making, and my chest squeezes, wanting her to share it with me. What is my Little Sparrow dreaming about while that soft smile settles on her face?
“You’re staring.” She says it without opening her eyes.
“I can’t help it.” I step closer, not wanting to break her blissful moment but not wanting to stay away.
Her smile widens, and she tilts her head back, peering up at me. “Give me a push?”
She lets out a shocked squeak when I grasp her blanket-covered hips and pull her backward.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes are wide, and her fingers tighten on the rope drilled through the top of the tire.
“I’ll have you know I’m an expert swing pusher.”
“You’re awfully confident.”
It’s the gleam in her eyes that has a giddy playfulness pushing me forward. “Xander told me so.”
I release her, letting the momentum pull her forward, and watch as she tips her head back and the blanket trails like a cape behind her. She laughs without restraint, a clear bell-like sound causing me to chuckle with her. She’s never looked freer than she does now. Like there’s nothing tying her, except for me pushing her higher until her breath catches.
“Okay! Stop,” she cries out, voice light with laughter.
The swing slows to a stop, and she looks up at me with wind-pinkened cheeks. “I never really pictured you as a kid playing with your brothers.”
Curling my fingers around her arms, I help guide her to a stop. “You say that like you think Bash ever gave Damon and I a choice. He could be painfully annoying when he didn’t get what he wanted.”
She laughs again. “They were definitely trouble when they were younger.”
I laugh and wrap my arms around her, lifting her from within the tire and into my arms. “They still are.”
Scarlet’s fingers curl into my shirt, and she takes slow breaths as I sit on the cool grass, positioning her between my legs so her back rests against my chest.
“You’ve been gone for a while.” She doesn’t meet my eyes when she says it, instead looking at where the sun is disappearing behind trees in the distance. Her lack of attention doesn’t hide the way she picks at her nails and her teeth gnaw on her bottom lip.
I entwine our fingers. “You miss me?”
Her weight collapses into me, and she huffs. “I’m bored.”
Nuzzling the curve of her neck, I kiss along her delicate skin. “We can’t have that.”
A shiver rolls through her, and goose bumps rise when I suck her earlobe between my teeth. Blue eyes meet mine through dark lashes as she twists to face me, her chests rising and falling, matching the quick tempo of mine. It’s been hours since I’ve had her in my arms, but it’s felt like torture.
There’s something left unsaid that has me pushing her further instead of lying her down like I want to. “What’s wrong?”
“Am I a hostage?”
It’s like a punch to the stomach. “I’ve never wanted to be your cage.”
“That’s ironic.” She holds her wrists together, miming handcuffs.
“I can see your point. Kidnapping you was a little extreme. I won’t apologize for it though. You were being so fucking stubborn, and I waited a long-ass time. Your father tried to sell your life from beneath you. That pervert tried to marry you off to a man who would have locked you away and only brought you out to show off. Used you as a tool to build connections and display his power. I’ve never wanted to take anything away from you.”
She’s silent for several seconds. “You did take something away. You took you away.”
“I heard you tell Damon that if someone wanted you, they’d be willing to wait. Why do you think I wouldn’t be? I’ve loved you since we were teens. It was hard to step back and give you what you needed, but I’ve always known you’d come back to me. Do you think if I’d admitted I loved you back, then you’d have left? Or would I have become just another cage?”
I lift her so she’s fully facing me, her knees on either side of my hips, and cup her cheeks. “Even as a kid, I knew you were my soul. Letting you fly was the least I could do. But you’re mine now, Little Sparrow, and even though I will spend the rest of my life lifting you up so you can soar, I’m never letting you go again. I’m done waiting.”
She turns into my palm. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You couldn’t even if you wanted to. Whatever semblance of masochistic patience I clung to evaporated the second I touched you.”
I drop my forehead to hers. “Felt your breath on my skin.”
Our mouths brush. “Felt your lips pressed to mine.”
She opens for me, and I deepen the kiss. “Tasted the sweetness of your tongue.”
My arm bands around her waist as I flip her beneath me and lay her down on the blanket, settling myself between her legs without breaking the kiss. She shivers, and her breath catches in her throat when I push my thumb below her panties and into her wet folds.
She moans, and I brush my lips against her ear.
“Heard the way you whimper when I touch you.” I adjust so I’m sinking two fingers into her, stretching her wider to get ready for my cock.
“Your guards are here.” The way her hips buck into my hand undermines any worry in her voice. She doesn’t want to stop this any more than I do.
“They value their eyes too much to look.”
I move to undo my pants and notch my cock to her entrance before filling her completely.
“How you gasp when my cock fills you.”
“Matthias.” Her nails dig into my shoulders. She’s so tight it’s hard to move, so I move slowly, giving her time to adjust. She goes pliable beneath me, and I slam my cock forward, growling against her lips, eyes never leaving hers.
“Fuck, I’m addicted to the way you say my name.”
Scarlet presses her head against the blanket, arching her chest upward, and I suck her nipple through her thin dress.
“So good. More.” Her quiet pleas have me coming undone, and I rock into her harder.
There’s a tingly, tightening sensation that grows in my spine, then down through my balls, and I groan, fighting against it.
“Come with me, Scarlet.” I slide my hand down her stomach and over her bare skin.
Her eyes snap open, tongue wetting her bottom lip as I circle her clit with my thumb, working her higher.
“I’m close,” she gasps, and I keep my motions steady, knowing that’s what she needs.
“M…Matthias,” she cries, and her pussy clenches around me, pulling my release with hers.
I brace my weight on my forearms, not wanting to crush her, and pant as I try to catch my breath. “I love you, Little Sparrow.”
“I love?—”
I cut her off with a kiss. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from fucking her again if she said those three words, and I need to get her inside. The night air’s cooling rapidly, and she’s covered in goosebumps.
Wetness pools out of her when I remove my cock, coating her inner thighs. Fuck, she’s stunning, spread wide for me and covered in my cum. I scoop it up with my fingers and push it back into her core. “It would be a shame to let any of this go to waste.”
She squirms, and pink takes over her cheeks. “Have you always been such a pervert?”
I lean down and kiss her stomach, rubbing soft circles beneath my palm. “Get used to it, Wife. I’m going to keep this pussy filled with my cum until I’m a dad.”
A smirk curls my lips. “Then I’m going to do it again and again until you have the half dozen jelly-covered faces you want chasing you around.”
“You’re okay that I want so many kids?”
“Are you kidding me? I can’t fucking wait.”
Wind blows through the yard, and she shivers, teeth clicking together. I pull the ends of the blanket and wrap them around her, lifting her in my arms. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”