Chapter 31 He Was Everything
HE WAS EVERYTHING
“Idon’t want to go back to the real world today,” she said on Sunday morning.
Matt rolled and pulled her into his arms. “I know. I wish we could stay like this forever.”
“This was the best mini vacation I’ve ever had.”
“I’m glad,” he said. “I’m thankful we got to have it together.”
“Me too.”
“What was your best part of it?” he asked, his hand resting on her belly, as he was the big spoon in the bed.
She’d never been one to cuddle, but Matt made her do a lot of things she didn’t normally.
Like give a blow job and swallow.
She’d never even wanted to try before, but she was ready to make him cry defeat on Friday night.
Watching his limp body against the cool tile wall in the shower had done it.
He wasn’t about to be one upped though and repaid the favor yesterday morning.
Her eyes hadn’t even opened for the day when she felt this slow gradual pleasure building in her body.
It started in her belly, a progressive warmth, turned to a tingle, then swiftly resulted in a dampness between her legs, with a cross between sensitive nerves and swelling tissue.
When cool air hit, she’d opened her eyes and seen the bump in the covers.
She lifted the sheets and there was the dark head of Matt between her legs nourishing himself while transporting her to the same space she’d taken him the night before.
Her screams were loud enough she worried there’d be a noise complaint, so she muffled her face with his pillow.
It came as no shock when her body had slumped into the mattress that the sheets went flying off her as Matt yanked them away in his excited fist pumps while chanting, “I’m the victor of the room.”
She’d experienced no relationship in her life like the one she had with Matt.
He was playful and funny, annoying and cocky, but sensitive and trustworthy.
He was everything that any woman would want and she was lucky enough to get him by being herself.
He hadn’t even run when she’d been afraid to let her walls down.
“The best part of the weekend?” she said, tapping her chin. It wasn’t as if he could see her with her back to his chest. “I think the fireworks last night were pretty special. Romantic. Or you made the night romantic.”
Strawberries and champagne.
She’d thought it was him joking again, but he hadn’t laughed once.
It was more about a vulnerability he brought out of her. Maybe one she brought out of him.
No words were said, but the meaning had been the same.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d rather have that or hot fudge sundaes.”
She turned quickly in bed. He’d trapped her under him when she made that move. “Seriously? That was my other choice?”
“I didn’t give you a choice,” he said, tapping her on the nose. “But I can tell by the look in your eyes, that might have scored more points.”
“No points for you to score,” she said. “I mean it. This has been the best weekend ever.”
“We’ll have to try for more of them.”
This was where reality came into play.
“I’m busier than you on the weekends,” she said. “It’s not always easy.”
“And you don’t want to give up a sale or push a client off. I know.”
“It’s the thing I hate the most about my job,” she said. “I like the flexibility. I understand why there are so many part-time realtors out there. They can have another day career and then do this nights and weekends.”
“It’s a good job for a parent too,” he said. “Have time with the kids or bring them to school, then work at night.”
“I haven’t thought that far into my life and career.”
“Do you want kids?” he asked, pushing against the headboard.
She mirrored his move. “I always thought so. I was more about finding the right guy first and we know my luck there has been lacking.”
“Until recently,” he boasted.
“That’s right. Until recently. As for kids. This is horrible, but I feel as if I can tell it to you.”
“You can tell me anything,” he said, turning to look at her.
“I always worried I’d have a kid that acted like EJ. I want to say there is something wrong with him. Maybe there is. I don’t know. I know my father wanted him tested and they might have done it, but I’ve never heard of any medical issues.”
“Some people just aren’t nice,” he said. “That’s on them. It’s not anything you or your parents did.”
“I know,” she said. “I didn’t always think you were nice at times, but you’re a great guy. And I’m not saying these things for you to say you’re sorry or bring up any negative past, just that you had a good solid core in your household. Maybe EJ needed more of that. Or a male figure in his life.”
“And you’re never going to know,” he said.
“He’s selfish and life is better with him on the other side of the world. But he’s still my brother and their son. Distance is the best thing.”
“Has he talked to your parents since you called him last? This was over a month ago, right?”
“Close to two months,” she said. “It’s when we talked about the business and what to do. He doesn’t know they updated their will or power of attorney, medical proxy or anything.”
Her brother was still going to get fifty percent of anything when their parents were both gone. Her father wasn’t that much of a dick and her mother would never cut EJ off completely.
Anya didn’t need nor want the headache of that battle if her brother thought or found out she was getting more in the end.
“You’ve not talked to him once?”
“No,” she said. “We didn’t always talk much anyway. A text or an email for a holiday, if that. I was reaching out more with my father’s medical issues, but he didn’t ever seem to care. I know my mother has tried to keep him informed, but he barely replies to her.”
“I’m sorry for him,” he said. “Whatever beef is between your father and brother, it’s still his son.”
“It is. EJ was horrible to my parents. He was always throwing fits, starting fights with my father. Shoving him. He took a swing at my father once.”
“Are you kidding me?” he asked.
“No. I heard the yelling in my room and came out to see what was going on. My mother was trying to calm EJ down, but he was cursing and swearing over something. I don’t even remember. My father went to walk away to give them space and EJ grabbed his arm and swung.”
“He didn’t hit him, did he?”
“No,” she said. “I think he was like thirteen. My father was much bigger and wrapped him up in a bear hug and told him to calm the hell down and if he didn’t, he was going to military school.”
She cracked a smile. “What’s so funny?”
“That actually worked. EJ was good for a period. My mother, she’s a clever one. She made sure there were brochures to those schools in the house for EJ to see. Not out in the open, but like in drawers he might find if he was looking for something.”
“Wow, good for Amber. Are you sure they weren’t serious?”
She shrugged. “I wouldn’t have minded if they sent him. Maybe sending him would have fixed what was broken in him. Or it could have made it worse. It’s neither here nor there and I’m not ruining the last few hours we have here with talk of my brother.”
“Good point,” he said. “What do you want to do with our last few hours?”
“Well,” she said. “You can make me shout out your name another time as long as there is no victory lap around the room. I don’t need you tripping or stubbing your toe and limping home. Everyone will think I did it to you.”
“And they’d clap over it if you did,” he said. “I’d just tell everyone that you were so insatiable that I had to run away to cry defeat and you wouldn’t let me. You kept me locked up as your sex slave for the entire trip.”
She pinched his arm. “If I wanted you to be a sex slave, I’m positive I wouldn’t have to lock you up.”
“Nope,” he said, moving fast enough that she found herself under him in bed. “And I’m positive I wouldn’t have to lock you up either.”
“Never,” she whispered. “Let’s make this one count before we leave.”
He grabbed her hands and threaded their fingers together over her head. “I love you. I’m going to make love to you. That will make it count.”
“Yes, it will.”