Chapter 25
Scarlett
I wake up with a headache looking for vengeance. I’m so glad I don’t have work today. Someone is sitting in the chair I have in the corner. I look over to...Matt?
When did he get here?
He’s still asleep and missing a shirt. A small patch of dark hair on his chiseled chest on display. His elbow leans on the armrest while his hand props up his head making his muscles protrude on his arms.
I move slowly to grab some water and not wake him. I look down, dressed in his missing shirt. It smells like him—the sandalwood. Before I plant my feet on the floor, his eyes open.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Matt rumbles.
“Water,” I rasp.
He nods to the nightstand where a glass of water and some medicine sit. “Figured you’d need it.”
I give him a small smile and take the water.
As I down the pills, some of the events from last night pop into my head.
Matt’s car, him at the front door, him helping me in the shower after I was throwing up.
I’m thankful Matt showed up, but he disappeared without a word for almost a week.
I can’t just fall back into his lap because he feels like coming around again.
I would’ve been happy on the bathroom floor with my bestie—the toilet .
“So, what brings you here?” I start.
I put the empty water glass on my nightstand. Maybe I should have coffee before I have this conversation. Scratch that, I’m going to lay down and pass out again.
I close my eyes and pull the covers to my chin, but the bed shifts, making me open them again. He’s sitting on the side. He moves the hair out of my face, but doesn’t start talking.
I’ll have to be the one to dive into the conversation. “Matt, why did you not contact me?”
He flicks his wrist and clears his throat. “I had a family thing to deal with and didn’t know how to tell you what was going on.”
“You could’ve just texted and said, ‘Hey, I’ve got a family thing. I’ll call you when it’s sorted.’ Or sent an e-mail. Not calling me after we had sex isn’t the best option to keep communication and trust open,” I explain.
“I didn’t think you needed to be involved.”
“Excuse me?” My eyebrows shoot to my hairline.
“It’s my family bullshit, Scarlett. You haven’t met them. I haven’t talked about them. I didn’t know what to tell you.”
“If you’re choosing to date someone, letting them in on your life problems is part of the package. Trust me, it’s way better than being ghosted.”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel ghosted. It had nothing to do with you.”
“How am I supposed to know that?” I squint my eyes at him.
“Yeah, okay. Here it goes.” He lets out a breath.
“I was debating on staying with you all morning, but I had to get some work done. As I was leaving, my mom called about my sister. She has been in an abusive relationship on and off for years. Probably my dad’s wonderful parenting skills giving her the impression being a dickwad is showing love.
I found out she went back to her stupid fucking boyfriend the day I almost ran into you on my mountain bike.
I knew something bad was going to happen,” he mumbles.
“Then you and I hook up, and the next morning my mom calls wanting me to come home because my sister was in the hospital.”
I gasp. “Holy shit.”
“He beat her so bad, she was out cold for two days. My mom was freaking out and I needed to be there for her and my sister. So I left. When she came to, she was ready to leave him. I needed to help her before she changed her mind. I offered my place so she can stay far away from him. You understand, right?”
My eyes are wide and my mouth is open a bit. “Is she okay?” I ask.
What a scary thing to go through. His sister decided to get out of it, though. That’s the important thing. She’s safe now. I know Matt will keep her safe.
“She will be. My mom came down too so she wouldn’t be alone. I’m just glad she’s out of Texas until she’s stronger.”
I shove him. “Why did you come to my place last night? You should be with her.”
“You called. You were mad. I didn’t know how to explain this over the phone.”
I nod my head. “What’s her name?”
“Danielle.”
I pat his thigh. “I get it. She’s lucky to have you as her brother.” I pause. “For future reference, though, you can tell me these things. The girls and I are here too. The next girls’ night, Danielle’s welcome over. If she’s up to it, of course. She doesn’t have to be alone.”
“Thank you. I’ll tell her.” He’s looking down, lost in thoughts.
“She’s going to be okay, Matt.” I squeeze both his shoulders. “She has you; she’s going to be okay.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t stop it. I didn’t protect her. I knew something was wrong and I let her stay there. With him .”
“Matt, you couldn’t have known anything was going to happen. What’s important is you’re helping her now.”
He looks away. I give him a minute, holding an arm over his shoulder. Just letting him know I’m here.
“Have you gotten much sleep?” I ask, taking in his appearance. He’s got a scruffy beard, bags under his eyes, and his hair isn’t gelled in it’s usual style.
“Last night was nice. First night I felt okay to rest.” His crooked grin appears.
“On a chair?” I contort my face.
He chuckles. “This chair was better than the hospital chairs.”
It’s a stiff, flimsy chair only there for decoration—cream colored with wooden stands. “I’m thinking it was hard to sleep on that thing. I’m surprised it didn’t break from under you.”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I know this is heavy, but next time there’s something like this, text me. Or call. I’d like to be there for you. You’re not alone either, okay?”
He agrees with a nod. He doesn’t chat much.
“Thanks for coming over and helping me last night.”
“You got drunk.”
“I would’ve been fine.” I swish my hand. “Probably would’ve slept with the toilet or the girls would be over. It would’ve been okay.”
He grunts.
“Do you want to shower or go back to sleep?”
“Maybe in a bit.”
“Listen, sorry for the voicemail last night. But do you know what goes through a woman’s head when she has just slept with someone, and then he doesn’t reach out for days? Lots of crazy!”
He nods. “Being with one girl isn’t really my thing. It’s new I want to try it. I want to try it because of you.” He looks over to me.
“I thought you ghosted me, so I was sort of trying to meet someone last night,” I confess. “I was trying to get you out of my head, but it’s hard. To be fair, I didn’t know what was happening. And nothing happened with any guy.”
“Were you going to be naughty last night?” Matt’s face has changed from serious to playful. A wicked type of playful.
“I’m always naughty.” I challenge with a mischievous smirk.
“Miss Scarlett.” His voice is two levels lower.
I swallow a gulp, then dart away from him, but he’s fast. I make it to the little chair and then he grabs me. He pins my legs with his and pushes me over so I’m leaning over the side of the chair’s arm. Then he grabs my wrists, holding them behind my back.
“I can’t let you go. Now stay like that. I need to focus.” Matt sounds sinister in a sexy kind of way.
What does he mean by he can’t let me go? Physically or emotionally?
My heart pounds like it’s in my head. The material from his shirt tickles as he pulls it up so my ass is exposed. He caresses one ass cheek and then a moment later he slaps it.
“Ahhhhh, hey!” I look behind me.
Then he does the same thing to the other side. It’s not hard, just surprising, and a total turn-on. I love when he takes charge.
After a few more slaps, he puts his hand on the front of my leg.
I look down at his sculpted forearm while his hand caresses the outside of my thigh.
The kisses on my neck continue as he moves his hand to the inside of my thigh.
He brushes over the V between my legs and does the same motions to my other leg.
The anticipation is killing me. I need his touch, and other parts of him, before I lose my mind.
“Matt, I need you,” I gasp.
“Begging already?” He slaps my ass again. “You think you’re ready for this cock?” He finally runs a finger down my slit and slides it into my entrance. “Oh yeah, you’re ready. You bad girl.”
I’ve been soaked since I woke up. How could my body not respond to him? He knows how to play it in all the right ways.
He removes his finger and releases my wrists. Then he tears open a condom with his teeth. “Don’t move or I’ll keep teasing you,” he demands. Move? Why would I move? I need him.
After he has the condom on, he grabs my wrists again and holds them with one hand behind my back. Then he lines his dick up to my entrance, rubbing up and down my slit, teasing some more.
Come on already!
Right when I thought I couldn’t take any more waiting, he thrusts inside of me.
“Yes!” I moan .
He stretches me as he starts thrusting, going deep. He pushes down my shoulders for leverage. The chair wobbles, making my stomach turn. I think we’re going to break this thing; he isn’t being gentle. My ass is up in the air, exposed. He slaps my ass again.
“Oh, I’ve missed this pussy,” he groans out.
He thrusts in and out. There’s a slight burn in the beginning, but having him fill me creates a connection I want. I want to help him forget the last couple of days and be with me right now. I can’t interrupt and move us to a more stable surface—that’ll ruin it.
His hand moves from my shoulder to my hair.
He gives a slight pull and now my back is arched.
He pulls my hair to the side so I have to turn my head to face him, and gives me a rough kiss.
I’m consumed with his kiss. Kissing him is sensual, with just a bit of tongue and somehow the perfect amount of pressure.
The kiss makes me forget about the delicate chair breaking; all I want is to be right here, right now. I let go and come on his dick.
He slows down after I’ve stopped convulsing, pulling out to his tip and then thrusting in hard. Every sensation feels intensified when he’s going slow.
His mouth comes to my neck as he keeps hold of my hair, gripping lightly. His other hand grabs my breast, and he starts teasing my nipple. I take in every moment, loving how easy it is with him.
He moves his hand from my breast to my clit, picking up the pace. Feeling my legs spread out, his hand and dick in between them, along with the pounding of his balls makes me break out into another orgasm.
“Good girl,” he says in his deep voice, and slaps my ass again after removing his hand from my clit.
He pumps quicker for a minute until he releases. Then he collapses over me. The chair creaks like the legs will give out at any time. We stay there for a moment, catching our breaths, the chair is still standing somehow.
“You, okay?” he asks after I stop convulsing.
“Yeah, I’m good. Really good!”
I need a minute. My body is floating somewhere in the sky, basically mush. I stay over the chair, his shirt sticking to me from the perspiration.
He lays over me, kissing my neck. “I like you in my clothes.”
He slaps my ass, pulls away and goes to the bathroom. “Come shower with me when you’re ready. We’re going to need to do that again in a minute. I need to make up for all the times I lost.”
I lift my upper body off the chair and turn to him. “Already?”
His chuckle sounds over the shower running. I guess I’ll be busy this morning.