Chapter 15 Sophie
SOPHIE
The warmth that surrounds me is like a fire, comfortable and cozy. I curl closer to it without a second thought, laying my head on a soft chest. My hands rove over smooth skin and he pulls me close.
My eyes flutter open, my vision sharpens, and I see the owner of that cozy warmth.
Matthew.
Matthew pulls me tighter, Benny on the other side of him, completely passed out. I can feel Elijah behind me, but he doesn’t move and I know he’s out still too.
My head is pounding, my body sore.
“Hey,” Matthew whispers, and I realize he’s awake.
And suddenly it all comes flooding back to me.
Keaton and his public decree that he’s done with me. The nasty words as he said that I could “get fucked” like the slut I was. His words shouldn’t have hurt me. After all, he was the one who cheated…not me.
But it still stung to hear such awful things from a man who was supposed to love me. Who was supposed to be my everything.
And when I didn’t succumb to his apologies, when I didn’t want to hear him out, he retaliated and insulted me. Told me he was going to press charges against Benny, but I know it was an empty threat. Keaton wouldn’t do anything to draw negative attention to him or his company.
“Don’t even think of returning to work.”
I yelled back that I wouldn’t, caught in the heat of the moment. But now in the light of a too-early morning—one glance at the clock on Benny’s nightstand tells me it’s only three twenty—I realize what truly transpired.
I just quit my job, essentially. After all, Keaton’s father owns H & H. I’m sure I won’t have a job to go back to after this, an unfortunate casualty of my broken engagement.
How could I have been so blind to Keaton’s true colors?
My only consolation was that most of our fight happened away from everyone else. When I was headed to the cafe to get us coffees.
And then they showed up. Matthew, Elijah, and Benny. Looking like a million bucks.
I couldn’t help but feel like a true rescued princess. Like the light had been cast to show me the truth.
Keaton was not the man I thought he was.
And neither were my brother’s three best men.
“You okay?” Matthew whispers, his voice soft. Sweet. I look up into his eyes as the rest of the night comes back to my memory.
Dancing with them like there wasn’t a care in the world. Because there wasn’t. Because the worst of it all was behind me, Keaton disappearing back to Seattle where he belonged. With Gail or whoever she was.
Matthew’s infectious smile and energy radiated like the sun, dispelling the dark shadow of Keaton and everything that came with him. We danced and laughed and suddenly everything felt lighter. Better.
I’m sure the alcohol helped with that too.
And then the memory resurfaces of Matthew’s tongue in my mouth. Of his hands all over me. Of his—
My eyes widen and I panic because what happened between us can’t be undone.
“Are you okay?” I ask in a shaky whisper.
He grins, pulling me closer, pressing his cock against me.
“Peachy keen, sweetheart.” His smirk is as golden as the positivity that emanates from him.
“We—” I suck in a breath. “I—”
And then his eyebrows furrow. “Wait. Do you… Are you having regrets or—”
I shake my head, laying my arm over his hip. My fingers trace along his bare skin, from his hip to his round ass. The reality of what we did mixes with the memory of how good it felt.
“Because I don’t, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he whispers.
His words fall on me softly as he leans closer, kissing me carefully as he thrusts himself against me, but it’s not harsh or pushy. It’s gentle and assuring. Loving.
“I just…your first time should have been special,” I say. “Not with…two other people.”
He kisses me again and I melt like ice on a hot sidewalk.
“It was,” he whispers. “Special. Because I had all the people who care about me there when it happened.” He smirks. “And it was amazing.”
My heart lurches at his words as he pulls me against him, pleading with me. “But…if you want to go again with just us…” He grins, his whisper smooth and mischievous.
I lean in and kiss him, a soft chuckle escaping me. “You’re going to be trouble now, aren’t you?” I tease him, throwing my leg over his hip to pull him closer.
His eyes sparkle. “I’ve always been trouble.”
He kisses me, and his cock presses against me, asking the wordless question.
I reach between us, guiding him to my entrance, never taking my eyes off of him, giving him the answer he seeks.
His hand on my hip pulls me close as he enters me.
Slowly. He groans, the sound sweet and deep and full of relief.
His breath is labored and I can see how overwhelming the sensation is for him, but before I can say anything, he thrusts himself inside of me, bottoming out in one fell swoop.
I let out a heavy sigh as he kisses me, his cock resting inside of me. He doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he slides his hand between us and starts to massage my clit, keeping his cock still.
“You feel so good,” he whispers. I hold his face in my hands, feeling the weight of his words. He says them so reverently, it’s almost like a prayer. “So much better than I ever imagined. So warm and tight.” His voice is full of awe. “Sophie…”
He gently rocks his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me slowly. His hands travel along my hips, up to my breasts. He touches them with a gentleness that makes my heart want to beat faster.
“So do you,” I whisper as I meet his gentle thrusts.
I’m well aware that we need to be careful or we’ll wake the others and while I wouldn’t mind waking them up like this, part of me wants to treasure this moment for what it is.
It’s just me and Matthew. Together.
And it feels so right, it’s hard to deny the truth.
“Is this a good position?” he asks sheepishly. “For you? Are you comfortable?”
His concern and intent to make me comfortable is endearing and vulnerable.
I nod. “I am, Matty.” I kiss him softly, needing him to understand.
“Are you going to come?” he asks, his rhythm starting to quicken.
I meet his thrusts, chasing the ecstasy I know we both seek.
“Yes,” I say. His fingers tease my clit again as he kisses me. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come fast.”
“Me too,” he says, and his voice is so sweet and soft, it’s almost impossible not to feel the excitement of what’s so new and wonderful to him.
I forgot what it felt like to feel that new wonder of intimacy, and I’ve never felt it with someone I love. I thought I loved Keaton, but as Matthew kisses me softly, as his gentle rocking turns into full-on thrusting and he chases his pleasure, I feel overwhelmed with emotion.
This isn’t just about me.
It’s about us. It’s about this undeniable connection that transcends all explanation.
We fit together like lock and key, our bodies moving as one like a well-oiled machine.
“Come for me,” I whisper against his lips.
He moans into my mouth as he shifts our bodies until he’s on top of me. His weight is warm and solid and I don’t think twice about wrapping my legs around his hips. He keeps one hand on my clit and the other holds my head still as he kisses me and I forget about anything and everything else.
Because this…
Matthew and me…
It feels right.
“I’m coming,” he whispers into my mouth, and it’s not rushed or heated, but reverent and wonderful. He sucks in a breath as he stills, repeating the words like a mantra. I tighten my legs around his hips, kissing him with all that I am as he fills me.
But he doesn’t vacate me like I expect him to. He only stills for a moment. An eternal few seconds before he starts to thrust into me again. My body shakes as he builds a rhythm back up, his cock still hard as steel.
My legs shake as my insides pulse with the aftershocks of my orgasm and I realize he’s not done. I hold on to him for dear life as he drives me over the edge again, swallowing my ecstasy whole.
After the second release, I can barely take his thrusts.
And after the third, I’m too full of him, of his cum, to keep anything in. He finally exits me, my insides and my pussy practically numb from multiple back-to-back orgasms. My head is spinning because I could get used to this.
This feels amazing.
Matthew pulls me close, and I close my eyes and breathe him in.
“I love you,” he whispers. “Sophie.”
His admission is the sweetest confession I’ve ever heard. It’s so pure it almost breaks my heart.
“I love you too, Matty,” I whisper as someone gets into bed behind me. Benny, I think.
When I feel a touch on my hip, I look to see it’s a familiar tattooed hand, and I smile as Benny pulls me back into his warmth and I feel the tinge of steel against my flesh.
His hand on my hip drifts wordlessly between my legs, his fingers sliding through the remnants of Matthew’s spend.
I shiver when he collects it, spreading it along my sensitive seam, his fingers teasing the tight ring of muscle in my ass.
“Open wide for me, kitten,” he whispers in my ear.
“I c—can’t,” I huff, as Matthew buries his face in my neck. He purrs contentedly as Benny teases my entrance with his finger, pushing some of the collected cum inside me.
“You didn’t think you could fuck Matty without me knowing, did you?” Benny chuckles low in my ear.
“I—”
“Three times,” he purrs. “Your pussy must be so sore.”
His finger slides inside of me, stretching me, and I let out a heavy sigh.
“Which is why I’m going to take it easy on you,” he says with a chuckle. “At least, on that sweet pussy of yours.” He slides another finger inside of me and I wince. “Relax, kitten.”
And because this man knows just how to unravel me, I do.
I ease up as he scissors his fingers inside of me, stretching me, pumping me. When he pulls them out, I let out a soft whine, but soon enough I feel his fingers along my pussy, once again collecting Matthew’s cum.