Chapter 10
10
QUIN
“Oh, fuck yes,” Matt growled as I rocked my hips. He was lodged deep in my ass, hitting all the best spots. Licking my lips, I leaned forward and clutched his shoulders to ground myself. He slid his hands up my thighs and bunched the silky pink negligee around my waist. I let my head fall back as he began to caress my cock without gripping it.
“Faster, Baby Girl,” he whispered.
We were being quiet for some reason. Last night had been awful, and as I caught sight of Matt’s bruised knuckles, I couldn’t help but remember how powerful he’d looked while he was laying out his brother with his fists.
Was it good?
Absolutely not.
Was Matt sexy beyond belief when he was raging? Well, in the thick of things I’d been scared, but with some time and distance, all I could think about was the way he’d snarled and how his muscles had strained and flexed. I ran my hands down his thick biceps and held on tight as I rocked faster, chasing my orgasm.
“Matt, I need you.” I leaned down to kiss him, and he teased his tongue against mine. Fingers tickled my cock, then a tight grip had me moaning as he jerked me off while I pursued what I needed by squeezing my hole around him. The blankets were soft against my feet, and his muscles were powerful as I leaned more of my weight against him. The dragons tattooed on his chest called to me and I traced them with my fingertips. I felt a bit lightheaded because I knew if he wanted to do it, he could stand up, probably without ever sliding out of me, and fuck me anywhere around the room.
But this was thrilling. All that heat and potential coiled under me, fucking into me, letting me take the lead because he cared about what I liked and wanted. I loved when he hunted me down, fucked me, and even punished me—all in good fun, of course—but this trust he had in me was the most special part of everything we did together.
Because he really had no reason to do it.
He’d been hurt.
I sucked on his tongue, and he moaned and teased his thumb over my cockhead. He sat up, which took me by surprise, and the shift in angle had his cock striking my insides slightly differently—in a really good way. I whimpered and rode him, the finish line in sight. He sank his teeth into my bottom lip and grasped my waist firmly, pulling me tight against himself. His cock was pure steel, bigger, and the way he sucked in a lungful of air, I knew he was emptying a massive load inside me.
I kept going. So close.
“Oh, I love this,” I said on a sigh.
“You’re mine,” he mumbled against my lips, still half asleep.
“Always.” I kissed him, luxuriating in the feel of his soft mouth. I gasped when he dumped me on my side and pulled out. His cum spilled from my hole, a familiar sensation that I loved because it meant that he’d marked me as his. With a slightly more awake wicked grin, he ducked down and slid his lips over my cock.
“Oh, Matt,” I moaned, caressing my fingers through his short hair. He didn’t have a ton of practice at blowing me, but every time he did it, I swore he was better at it. In no time at all I was writhing on the bed, trying not to choke him with my thrusts. He wasn’t having it and bobbed down on me, practically forcing me to fuck his throat.
“Matt, this feels so good.”
A content rumble vibrated my cock, and I froze up as my orgasm rushed me. Pleasure bombarded my senses in a vicious swirl of joy-tensed muscles and cum. I fell flat onto the bed, finally relaxed. I’d woken up hard and desperate, and this was the best floaty sensation in the world. He slid up the bed and kissed me, delving his tongue into my mouth. The salty taste of my jizz had me humming.
When we broke apart, he smiled at me, but his expression almost immediately slipped into a frown.
I held in a sigh. We hadn’t talked much last night. We’d showered, which had led to fooling around under the steaming hot water. That had immediately become sex pressed against the cold tiles. Matt wasn’t someone who loved to talk about his feelings, so I shouldn’t have been shocked that he’d worked out whatever was going on in his head by ramming his cock into me on the sink counter, the dresser, the floor, against the wall—everywhere except the bed.
I guess we’d just covered that territory, too.
Around midnight he’d called Royal back and sent Jackson off with him.
“Husband.” That got his immediate, intense attention, and I smirked at him. “Since we’re alone in the house, I can dress up in something nice and cook breakfast for you.” I gave him my sweetest smile.
Despite the fact that he’d forced at least eight orgasms out of me in the last twelve hours, heat immediately entered his eyes. Yes, I knew one way to brighten his spirits.
“What will you wear?” he asked.
“If you get dressed and go downstairs, you’ll find out.”
He looked as if he wanted to argue, but I frowned at him.
“No, if you don’t go, you’ll never find out what outfits I might have hidden away in the closet that you haven’t seen yet.”
He glanced at the closet, then grinned. “All right. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
After a quick kiss, he leaped off the bed, and I had to laugh. I spent a couple of minutes lounging in the bed while he raced around getting ready for the day. I figured he’d caught on to my game when he slipped the bottle of lube that usually lived on our nightstand into the pocket of his suit pants, but that was fine. I twiddled my fingers in his direction as he left the room.
“Don’t be long, Wife,” he said gruffly, then the door shut.
“I won’t!” Determined to really take his mind off things, I sprang out of bed and rushed to the closet, stripping off the negligee as I went. The outfit I’d been talking about wasn’t exactly hidden, but it wasn’t very big, either, so I wouldn’t be surprised if Matt hadn’t noticed it. I moved around hangers until I unearthed a pink mini sundress, then slipped it on. It was the color of springtime and all things wonderful. I also dragged out a pair of matching thigh-high boots that wouldn’t make cooking breakfast any easier, and I finished the look off with a string of pink pearls and matching earrings. I took the time to put my hair up in two buns on the sides of my head, then decided that I looked perfect. I’d never worn this hairstyle around Matt—at least, not that I could remember. A swipe of pink lipstick that was only a tad darker than my natural shade and some eyeliner finished off the look.
“Very Marilyn Monroe.” I gave myself a flirty wink that I wouldn’t normally try to pull off, but this outfit was a bit shorter than what I typically wore. I made a pit stop at the dresser to find a pair of pink lace panties that matched the dress color exactly. Humming, I stepped into the leg openings before sliding the underwear up and tucking everything in place.
Taking a deep breath, I hustled downstairs.
I’d known I would get a reaction out of Matt, but when he glanced up as I pranced through the dining room, I felt more on display than if I’d chosen to walk downstairs naked. He stood up to follow me out to the kitchen and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching me.
“See something you like?” I breezed my way to the refrigerator with my heartbeat thudding in my ears.
“Princess, you’re always something I like, but you know you look fucking sexy this morning.”
Oh, what was I going to get out of the fridge? Come on, fridge. Help me out. Of course, fridges didn’t talk. I stared, feeling silly, as heat worked its way up my neck into my cheeks. I glanced over my shoulder at him. What the heck? I opened the door, then bent and grabbed absolutely nothing from the bottom shelf, showing off a little of my ass and probably also my balls when the skirt rode up. As I straightened, I grabbed a canister of croissants that had been an impulse purchase the last time I’d gone to the grocery store. Cheese and pepperoni had me on my way to the least healthy breakfast ever.
When I turned around and set everything on the counter, I completely ignored Matt, who had his cock out, lightly stroking it. I thought by the way it gleamed he’d already added some lube into the mix.
Okay, showtime. I let out a pretend gasp. “Husband! You can’t do that in the kitchen!”
“It’s my house, and I’ll do this anywhere I want.”
The mock glare I sent him had his eyes lighting up, and I played along. Turning on the oven, I shook my head. “What will the neighbors think if they see you through the window?” I grabbed a baking sheet and began assembling some quick pepperoni croissants, which were really just two twisted together with cheese and meat in the middle.
“They’ll think I’m a monster who can’t keep his hands off you.”
I couldn’t help but giggle because this was so cheesy it had to be an expensive kind, like pule, but I batted my eyelashes at him. When I was finished, I made sure to bend over and pop out my ass while I put the baking sheet on the bottom rack in the oven, flashing him again. It probably would’ve been better to put the food on the top rack, but, oh well.
Don’t you dare burn.
I washed my hands, set a timer, and then went to grab the broom.
Matt tracked me, face getting red as his strokes increased. I knew he liked to think of me as his housewife, here taking care of him, and at this point, I probably loved it just as much as he did. When I had about three sorry little pieces of dirt that I’d missed last night swept into a tiny pile, I bent to brush them into the dustpan, and that’s when he pounced. I shrieked as he lifted me and turned me to face the counter.
My dress was hitched up and my panties were shoved down, and in three seconds flat, he was back inside me, stretching me.
Filling me just right.
“Give me what I need, Wife,” he growled into my ear, then bit my neck hard, as if he was still feeling the need to make sure everyone knew who I belonged to. I groaned as heat streaked to my cock.
I’d been teasing myself just as much as him.
With the way he had me shoved forward, I couldn’t get to my cock—or maybe I could’ve, but he was also pounding into me so hard that I had to struggle to stay upright and not face-plant against the counter. I thrust back against him, lost in the heat for the second time this morning.
“Yes, you want it, don’t you? You need my cock, my seed. You want me to do this every day, all day long. Tell me that you need me.” He slowed down a little, and my heart fluttered as he ran his tongue around the spot on my neck that ached. “Tell me,” he whispered in my ear.
My amusement fled, and all at once, this was so serious my heart squeezed. I looked over my shoulder and cupped his cheek, sliding my fingers along the stubble there that bit my skin.
“I need you, Matt. And I’m here for you.”
He buried his face against my neck, and if I’d thought he was pounding me before, I was wrong. He hammered our bodies together, and I scrabbled to stay upright. With one final, powerful thrust, he shouted. He dragged me back against his chest and yanked up my skirt. I was so close, and I stuffed my hand into the front of my panties and curled it around my shaft.
“Yes, show me. Do it. I want to see it,” he whispered.
I shuddered. This was always more intimate, somehow, than having him pierce my body with his cock. I leaned my head back against his strong chest and closed my eyes as I floated on the adrenaline of doing this with him.
“Faster, Princess. Give it to me. Show me how good you feel with me.”
Moaning, I panted and stroked my cock. The panties slipped down my thighs and out of the way.
Matt hadn’t softened yet and started rocking lightly into my ass. He was firm enough to pummel my already sensitive prostate. Seconds later, I whined as I came all over the counter. I was dazed as he pulled out. I stood there with my legs shaking as he carefully tugged my panties up, tucked everything in where it belonged, and then pulled my dress down. He smirked as he grabbed a dishcloth and wiped the counter clean.
“Use soap,” I said with a groan as I took the cloth from him, rinsed it, squirted some lemon soap on it, and then thoroughly cleaned everything again. “What if we have guests later?”
He roared with laughter, and I couldn’t help grinning at him.
There was a loud knock on the front door, and Matt huffed. “Better not be Jackson.” He stormed off in that direction. A shrill beeping confused me for a second until my brain kicked back on. The timer was going off. I’d made two pour-over coffees and had the food out of the oven by the time Matt came striding back into sight with a man I didn’t know slinking along behind him.
It wasn’t Jackson, that was for sure.
He had a long face that probably would’ve been handsome if it weren’t for the fact that he looked like he’d eaten a rotten sardine. He was pale and freckles stood out all over his splotchy skin. Maybe he’d been crying? His blond hair had been cut short and was in the process of graying, but overall didn’t look too bad. Combined with his gray suit, I wasn’t sure if he was someone who worked with Matt and Derek or if he was a door-to-door salesman.
Matt didn’t say a word, but he handed a cup of coffee to the man, so I decided he probably wasn’t selling vacuums.
“Hi,” I said, offering a smile.
The man waved.
“I’m Quin, Colt’s wife.”
The man frowned, but when Matt cut him a harsh look, he only nodded. “Nice to meet you. I’m Tyler.”
Well, this is seven different kinds of awkward. I started making another cup of coffee. No one talked. I ground the beans and poured boiling water over them into the small pot. God, why won’t anyone say something? By the time I had my coffee mug warming my hands, I was finished with the tension hanging over everything.
I flashed both men a smile. “Is this about Jackson?”
Tyler flinched. “Why would you ask that?”
“He’s our problem of the week. He told Matt about the deal.” I shrugged and sipped my coffee. The rich chocolatey flavor made all this slightly more tolerable.
“Yeah,” he said with a sigh and set his mug on the counter.
“What did the fuckhead do now?” Matt asked, and I frowned at him.
Tyler rubbed his hands down his face and sent Matt a wan smile that did nothing to defrost him. “Look, I did something that Jackson isn’t going to like. Hell, he probably won’t understand at all.”
Matt grunted, which wasn’t helpful.
“Can you tell us?” I asked softly, nudging Matt with my elbow.
“I confessed to Topher,” Tyler blurted.
Matt straightened and acted surprised, something that didn’t happen often. “What?”
Tyler, who seemed to have a lot on his mind, began to pace around with a world-ending scowl etched deep onto his face. “I couldn’t take it. You know the deal Jackson and I had. He was supposed to get two million, and I was going to get eight, after Topher paid me and the divorce was finalized. I had to have the cash to settle up some debts.” He winced and tugged at the collar of his dress shirt. “Amber knew I was in deep, but she is the one who came from money, not me. She could’ve helped me, but she wouldn’t sign the cash over to me, and I didn’t want her to know that I’d lost so much money to Derek Uhlig.”
Matt looked as if he wanted to groan. Did Tyler know that Matt worked for Derek? With the way he was pacing, I thought maybe not.
“Uh,” I tried to cut in, but Matt shook his head at me.
“This business with Jackson was my workaround, right? It’s not that I didn’t love Amber, I did. I do. I just—” He sighed and stopped to stare directly into my eyes, and I could feel the tension radiating off him. “Last night it hit me. I won’t raise my baby if I do this.”
Matt glanced at me, and my face heated.
“Family is important,” I murmured. “You don’t get a second chance to be a good parent.”
“Exactly!” Tyler pointed at me and looked like he was going to give me a hug, but a particularly dire glare from Matt stopped the man in his tracks. “So, I came clean to my father-in-law, Topher. I bared my soul to Amber. I begged her to take me back. She apologized because she did cheat, whatever the circumstances. We were both wrong. She should’ve helped me. We both want to make it work.”
Internally, I winced. Really? She should’ve covered your massive gambling debts? You, sir, are not a winner. I didn’t say that out loud. Matt appeared similarly unimpressed.
“How are you going to do that?” I finally asked when it became clear he was waiting for some sort of response.
He wrung his hands and stared at me. “I just want to be a good dad and a good husband. We’ll find a way. I agreed to marriage counseling. Anything. Anything she wants.”
Matt snorted.
“That’s admirable,” I said, reaching for something acceptable in this situation. I sipped my coffee again and smiled.
“Is it?” Matt snarked, and I wanted to kick him, but wow, this marriage was doomed.
“So, all the problems are out in the open now? Wrapped up?” I asked hopefully.
Tyler beamed and nodded. “Yeah, the old man said he would help me with my debt, especially after I also agreed to go to addiction counseling. I mean, I’m going to really have to straighten my life out. He promised he would never allow me to get into a spot like this again. He said that his daughter and grandchild were the most important things in the world to him. I really lucked out. I’m glad I didn’t run away with the money.”
“Well, maybe having a grandchild on the way mellowed this man out?” I smiled at Matt, who seemed positively baffled.
“Topher said all that shit?”
Tyler nodded like his neck was spring-loaded. “Amber was right there and heard it all, too, or I wouldn’t have believed it.”
Matt wrapped his arm around me and dragged me close to his side, nearly causing me to spill my coffee.
“So.” Matt finished his coffee in one long swallow and set the mug on the counter with a crack . “Jackson misses out on a well-deserved ass kicking yet again.”
I dug my elbow into his ribs and brushed my fingertips against his bruised knuckles. “Not really.”
He pressed a kiss to my temple.
“Well, stay for breakfast,” I said, putting on my gracious hostess hat.
Tyler was already shaking his head, and I was so grateful. I wanted this over. “No, I can’t. I have to head to Topher’s office. Thanks, though. He said to stop by this morning so he can straighten everything out. You’ll pass the news along to Jackson? He’s not answering his phone, and this didn’t seem like something to text. He’ll be mad at me, but this is for the best.”
“Yep,” Matt said.
Tyler glanced around as if he’d just woken up from a deep sleep. “I’ll find my own way out. Thanks again for relaying the message to Jackson.”
“Goodbye.” I watched him go, feeling nothing but relieved. Now Matt could focus on repairing whatever was going wrong between himself and his brother, and maybe they could work things out.
“Hmm.” Matt snagged my coffee and downed it, and I sighed, then snickered when he set my mug beside his.
“What?”
After a few seconds, he shrugged. “Nothing. What are you doing today, beautiful?”
My heart stuttered like I’d been shocked and I yelped. “Shoot! I need to get going! First, I have class. After that, Morgan found this woman who makes monogrammed cloth napkins for events, and we have to go pick out a pattern today!” I danced around and gave him a hug. “We’re scheduled to see her before noon. I almost forgot with everything going on. Morgan somehow knows every person in this town. The napkins will have our initials and wedding date.” I smiled up at him.
He sighed and bopped his forehead against mine. “I don’t know how to break this to you, Baby Girl, but we are the only ones who would care about something like that.” He was good enough not to roll his eyes, at least.
I laughed and shrugged. “So, we’ll drag them out and have an anniversary party every year until the end of our days and use those napkins. I don’t care.” I stuck my tongue out at him, feeling silly, especially now that there was no more reason for him to be in a terrible mood.
I kissed him, snagged a pepperoni croissant, and started off to go find my purse.
“You change that dress,” he called after me.
“Nope!” I headed up the stairs, smirking. I’d already been planning to toss on something I could at least sit down comfortably in, but teasing him was the best part of my day.
“Wife!” he roared from the kitchen.
I cackled and raced to change, all while eating.
Somehow, I was only ten minutes late to class. As soon as the lecture was over, I scurried out to my golden pink Porsche and zipped over to Morgan’s house. I felt sexy in the yellow sundress and matching jacket I’d strolled out of the house in. Morgan waved as she came down the path from her front door to jump into my car.
“There you are! Step on it!” She pointed ahead, and I laughed.
Morgan and I always had a good time together, and we were meeting the napkin lady at a brunch spot downtown. We ate a great meal, scrutinized seven different shades of pink for the napkins, and eventually, we decided on something called Spring Sunset, locked in more wedding details, and we were on our way to go to a spa date by 11:30 a.m.
We stepped out of the diner together, arm in arm.
Morgan gave me one of her usual wide smiles. “We are rocking this wedding prep stuff. You’re going to have the best wedding ever!”
“Thanks to you.” I pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, and she giggled.
Tires squealed nearby, and I frowned and looked up. A black van, the type contractors use, was speeding down the street.
“It’s early for drunks,” Morgan said with wide eyes.
“Yeah.”
She gasped, and at the same time I noticed a gun sticking out of the passenger window. We instinctively ducked together and huddled against the side of the building as blast after blast fired off. I moaned when I realized it was my car that was getting used for target practice. I was shaking as I held Morgan close and vaguely registered that my knees were scraped and aching from dropping to the sidewalk. The side door on the van opened and a body was flung onto the hood of my car. Seconds later, the van disappeared down the street. I rushed forward, but there was no license plate.
“The men’s faces were covered,” Morgan whispered. “Shit, shit, shit!” She hopped up and rushed toward my car, and I followed her. Other people poured out of the diner, some on their phones, others yelling, some snapping photos.
My stomach sank when I stopped near my car. Had I thought Tyler looked bad when he’d arrived at my house this morning? Turned out death hadn’t improved him. I gagged a little and covered my mouth.
“Holy shit!” Morgan shouted.
“Yeah, things are not okay,” I murmured. In the distance, sirens that sounded like a fire truck were getting closer. “We don’t know anything, when the cops ask.”
Morgan gave me a strange look. “Of course we don’t.”
Police cars came tearing around the corner of the street from opposite ends, converging near us.
“Shit,” I muttered.
Morgan gave me a shocked glance because I never swear, but if anything called for it, a dead man on my wrecked car sure did.