Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
JESSICA
“What the hell just happened?”
I graze my teeth over my lip, my gaze still locked on the door Matthew just ran out of, as if the room is on fire.
It feels like that too.
My skin is burning where he touched me.
I can still feel his lips pressed against mine. Still feel his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me closer. Still feel his mouth swiping over mine as he kissed me back.
But his body was tense.
Did he not want this? Why did he kiss me, then? Did he feel sorry for me? Was that it?
All the different thoughts swirling in my head make me forget the reason for the interruption in the first place until my phone starts buzzing again.
Shit. Mae.
I grab my phone and press the answer button as I bring it to my ear.
“Fucking finally!” Mae hisses before I can even open my mouth. “What the hell, Jessy?”
“Sorry, I spaced out.” I guess that’s one way of putting it. Groaning, I let myself collapse onto the mattress and cover my burning face with my arm. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Mae all but shrieks. “What’s wrong she asks! What’s wrong is that I’ve been trying to call you since last night, and you weren’t picking up. Do you know how worried I’ve been? Somebody breaks into your house, and you don’t even bother to let your best friend know?”
I wince at the accusation, guilt slamming into me. “I’m so sorry. With everything happening, it didn’t even cross my mind to check my phone.” My brows pull together. “Wait, how do you know?”
Did the news get out already? I mean, this is Bluebonnet Creek; people would have noticed the police cars in front of my house, and before you know it, the news would’ve spread around town.
Shit.
I probably should have called my parents as well. Told them what had happened so they don’t hear it from a stranger, but I was so out of it last night—
“Wait, did you say you heard about it last night?”
“Last night? I meant this morning,” she corrects quickly, a trace of panic in her voice. “I heard this morning there was a break-in at your place last night.”
“Maaaae…” I drawl.
I’m not buying it, not for a second.
“Jessyyyyyy…” she returns, not budging a bit.
“You’re hooking up with Nico, aren’t you?” I challenge, not willing to give in. I’m right; I know it. There’s just been too much sexual tension between those two. And Nico was there last night with Matthew.
“Better question is, have you hooked up with lover boy yet?”
I roll my eyes. “You can evade my questions as much as you want. We both know the truth. You’re sleeping with a cop.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Mmhmm…” I can’t help but hide my smirk. “Whatever makes you sleep better at night.”
“I’m sleeping perfectly fine, thank you very much,” she sasses back without missing a beat, but then her voice turns sober. “But seriously, how are you doing?”
“I—”
I suck in a long breath as I stare at the ceiling, trying to process my feelings.
I’m a little bit afraid but a lot more annoyed.
And freaking horny. My whole body is still wired up from my interaction with Matthew from minutes ago.
This damn shirt feels too tight. My skin all flushed and tingly. And there is nothing I can do about it.
Not that I’d admit any of that.
“Fine. Having Matthew around makes me feel safer. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back home once they finish processing my house when I know he was in there. Touching all of my stuff.”
Just thinking about it makes me shudder.
“That’s so fucked-up, Jessy. I swear, when I see him, I’m going to knee him in the nuts.”
The vividly painted image pops into my head, making me chuckle softly.
“While I’d love to see that, please don’t.
I don’t want you getting into trouble. But there is one thing you can do for me.
I need some clothes. God knows when I’ll be able to go back home, and even so…
” Yeah, no. I think a shopping trip is going to be in order, and soon.
“Can you bring me some of your clothes? I’m at Matthew’s.
I can text you the address.” I graze my teeth over my lower lip before I add, “Or, you know, you could just ask Nico.”
“Har-har. If you want it, you better text me, or you’ll be walking around naked. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing…”
“Mae—” I try to protest, but it’s already too late. I pull the phone from my ear and look at the screen. “She just hung up on me.”
Shaking my head, I text her the address before checking my phone for any other notifications.
Mae wasn’t joking about trying to get ahold of me; there are dozens of missed calls and texts from last night.
But no text from any of my family members.
Small mercy. I shoot a quick message to our family group chat, letting them know the bare bones of what happened, that I’m okay, and that I’m staying at Matthew’s for now.
After that’s done, I get up and slip out of the room in search of Matthew.
Hell, maybe I’m just being presumptuous. Sure, he brought me here last night, but it was late and he was trying to be nice. Maybe I should just see about staying at Mae’s or with my parents until things calm down.
Pushing the door open, I find the main space empty. I scan the living room, taking in the wooden tones and cozy furniture, when my gaze lands on the bathroom door.
It’s slightly ajar, the sound of running water coming from inside.
I stand frozen for a second, debating what to do. Should I just leave it as is? Or go to the ki—
“Fuck,” Matthew hisses softly, almost as if he were in pain.
What the—?
I lean against the doorjamb and knock gently. “Matthew, are you oka—”
But apparently not gently enough, because the door swings open wider, just enough to give me a view of the shower.
Droplets of water cling to the glass, but they do little to hide the man inside.
A very naked man.
The water cascades over his back, his muscles flexing. With one of his hands pressed against the tiles, he wraps his other tightly around his cock, sliding over the hard length.
My teeth sink into my lower lip as I suck in a sharp breath.
I should look away. I know I should. This is clearly a private moment, and I’m the intruder here, but I can’t help myself. Can’t take my eyes off him.
Matthew is completely lost in this moment, so he probably hasn’t heard me calling him. His head is bent, eyes closed. His jaw is set in a firm line as his palm slides up and down his cock, his thumb swiping over the tip every so often, and each time he does it, his muscles flex.
My breath hitches as I watch him.
He’s close. His shoulders are tense, movements turning more frantic.
My thighs press together, my pussy clenching in need as I watch him.
He’s glorious as he chases his release.
His head falls back, lips parting slightly, as his grip on his cock tightens, a low groan coming out of his lungs. “Trouble…”
Holy shit.
My heart does a little flip as I hear him say my name. He’s thinking about me. The revelation makes my stomach squeeze and heat rush through my body.
My fingers curl into tight fists. My clit is throbbing, my aching nipples rubbing against the soft material of my borrowed shirt. He’s not even touching me, and yet my body feels more alive than ever.
His eyes fly open, fixing directly on me.
Shit.
I’m so caught.
But do I leave? No. And he doesn’t ask me to.
No, he keeps his gaze locked on mine as he continues to work his shaft. His pupils dilated, cheeks flushed pink, and jaw set.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, the throbbing between my legs growing more insistent by the second.
“Fucking hell.” His rough voice sends a shiver down my spine. His hand presses harder against the tiles, muscles tightening as he comes, his gaze still pinned on me. Not once blinking or looking away.
It’s the most beautiful and raw thing I’ve ever seen.
He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
His lips part, chest rising and falling quickly as the water cascades over him. I shift slightly, my teeth sinking deeper into my lip to stop a moan.
But Matthew doesn’t miss it.
“Touch yourself.”
“Wh-what?”
He tips his chin toward the counter. “Sit there and touch yourself. You got to watch the show, so it’s only fair you return the favor.”
My lips part in surprise. My body is rigid, nipples hard, pussy drenched to the point I can feel myself dripping onto my thighs.
I’m so turned on from watching him—hell, since I woke up and realized I’ve been sleeping on him—that I feel like I might burst from the smallest of touches.
If he thinks he’ll scare me away, he has another thing coming.
I walk to the counter and turn my back on it, hoisting myself up onto the sleek surface. The coldness sends shockwaves through my heated skin. My legs part on their own accord. I reach for the hem of the shirt, ready to take it off.
“Leave it.”
I stop mid-motion, my eyes meeting his. There is possessiveness shining in his heated gaze.
“I want you to keep it on.”
Releasing the fabric, I let it drop, my hand landing on my belly. “You sure? It doesn’t seem fair since I got to see you naked.”
“Leave it.”
“So bossy.”
“And you’re stalling.” He quirks his brow. “Getting cold feet, Trouble?”
I let my hand slide down my belly and to my mound. I lift one foot onto the counter, spreading my legs wider, the motion making the shirt lift to my waist.
Matthew’s eyes grow even darker, if that’s possible, and a rush of heat fires through me.
I did that.
Watching me like this has the same effect on him that seeing him had on me.
The revelation makes me feel powerful, more confident.
With a shaky breath, my fingers reach my aching clit. I rub the sensitive bud, the gentle pressure sending shockwaves straight to my core. I circle it a few times, prolonging the sensation, before my fingers glide through my wetness.
My back arches when I get to my opening, my tits brushing against the cotton of the shirt. My pussy spasms, the need to be filled overwhelming me, but I don’t do it.
Not yet.