Rule #43 Sometimes, you just can’t wait.
Amelia
Family dinner night prevails, even through a family crisis apparently. My dad is in London and still not really talking to me, so it’s just me and Mom with Julian’s family.
Freya is deep within the throes of wedding planning, and honestly watching her and Archer debate color schemes and food choices is a whole form of entertainment in itself. My brother is watching them and might as well have hearts for eyes.
I used to be disgusted by it all. Now I’m just…jealous.
Will we ever get to this point? Will my family ever come around to the idea of me and Matis enough to plan a wedding with me?
If there even is a wedding. The way he sounded on the phone today has me worried. Matis and I haven’t really defined what we are anymore since he left, and it makes me sick to think I could be losing him already.
I don’t want to come across as too needy, but I want him to feel how missed he is at the same time. What if he’s out and someone catches his eye? I trust him with my life, but what if seeing a glimpse of his old life makes him rethink his choice to commit to me?
Last month, Matis and I said we’d leave it up to fate, and so far…
fate has decided nothing. I started my period shortly after we started having unprotected sex.
Even though we’re not trying for a baby, the idea that the universe would keep us together when it feels like everything is trying to tear us apart would have been the sign we needed.
But we don’t need a sign.
We need to make a choice.
The fashion show is this weekend, and I feel so hesitant about it. The incubator program is still my dream…but so is he. Why must we feel the need to choose between love and career? Am I so wrong if I choose love? Because I would. I would choose it over and over again.
“Your dad will come around.” My mom keeps her voice low as she leans toward me.
I glance at her with a shrug. She must see the inner turmoil written all over my face—my future, Matis’s future, my dad’s reaction. It’s a lot to handle alone.
Not having my dad’s support is weighing on me so much more than I thought. And now with Matis gone, I’ve never felt crummier. What if this is how it is every time he leaves? How could I cope?
When my phone buzzes on the table, I pick it up and see Matis’s name on the screen. My chest warms and a smile plays on my lips as I swipe it open to see the photo he sent.
It’s a photo of Matis. A selfie of him, looking as handsome as ever. But when I see the Eiffel Tower shimmering behind him, my brow furrows. What is he sending me this for?
“What?” I murmur.
Quickly, I type out my response.
Amelia: Where are you?
Matis: I took the long way home.
Suddenly, my heart starts pounding erratically in my chest. My skin grows hot, and there’s a surging tremble in my hands.
“Melly, you, okay?” my mom asks.
I burst out of the chair and stand. “I have to go.”
“What? Why?” she asks in a panic.
“I think…Matis is here.”
“Where?”
“I have to go,” I say again as I grab my purse and bolt for the stairs.
“Have Lucien drive you!” my mom shouts behind me.
“I will!” I reply. “Thanks for dinner, Frey!”
When I get to the street in front of the restaurant, I see our family’s car parked down the way, and I sprint toward it. Hopping into the back seat, I give Lucien the destination, breathless and excited.
“Yes, Ms. Kade,” he replies as he takes off down the street.
On the drive, I read and reread the message on the screen, and I try to bite back my smile of elation because what if I’m wrong? What if he’s not waiting for me at the end of this? What if I’m getting ahead of myself and I’m hoping for some grand gesture that’s not there?
The drive feels long and torturous, but when the car eventually pulls up at the end of the street that leads to the platform, I leap out of the car frantically.
It’s still early so there are people scattered around, some eating dinner at the surrounding restaurants and some taking photos and videos of the tower. So I have to meander through the sparse crowd, and it’s not long before I worry he’s not here.
Maybe the photo was just a photo and nothing else.
But then, as I reach the edge of the plaza, I see him. He’s standing alone. His hands are buried casually in his pockets, and he’s staring up at the tower as if it’s speaking to him.
And just for a moment, I’m viscerally reminded why I fell in love with him. The man who makes life easier and brighter. The cool, confident air about him that steals my breath without effort. The way the world falls away when he’s near.
Slowly, he turns, and without even having to search the crowd, his eyes find me. A gentle warmth tugs at his lips, and I can’t stop my feet from carrying me to him as fast as I possibly can.
Emotion clogs my throat, and tears sting my eyes as I leap into his arms, crashing against him. It’s only been two days, but it was enough to make everything crystal clear.
“What are you doing here?” I cry into his shoulder. He’s holding me off the ground, tight against his body so my feet dangle.
Setting me down, he stares into my eyes and tucks my hair out of my face. “I turned down the club.”
My jaw drops. “You did? Why?”
“Because I realized that I don’t need it. Wherever we go in this life and whatever we do, I want to do it together.”
Tears spring to my eyes, and I don’t bother to blink them away.
“I don’t need a new club, Trouble. I don’t need the nightlife or the attention or the work. That night we took the long way home made me realize that I’m tired of missing out on the parts of this city that I love so much. I miss the magic, and you, mon trésor, you are the magic.”
“I am?” A tear slips over my smiling lips.
“Yes. Besides, I need to be here for you. In case fate does decide to change our lives, I want to be here to support your career. I’m ready for a new dream, and that dream is us.”
His hand softly touches my stomach, and if I wasn’t smiling ear to ear, I’d be sobbing.
The grin on his face matches mine, but then it slowly fades away.
“I should have done this a long time ago.”
With that, Matis lowers to the ground on one knee. I let out a gasp as he cracks open the lid of a ring case and there, glistening in the moonlight, is a beautiful gold band with a shining red ruby.
“My treasure, I love you. Will you make magic with me for the rest of our lives?”
“Say it in French,” I plead, tears brimming in my eyes as I stroke his cheek. And when he repeats the sentiment in his own language, I feel every word more potently. Straight from his heart.
“Mon trésor, tu veux m’épouser?”
There was never a more perfect moment. Not ever. This is the pinnacle. Before answering, I look up, taking in the scene around just to soak it all in.
Then I look back down at him, the man of my dreams. And I reply with a resounding, “Yes. Oui. Je t’aime.”
Tearfully, he takes the ring from the box and slips it on my finger. As soon as it passes the knuckle, Matis is on his feet and I’m in his arms again.
“I love you so much,” he cries into my neck.
“I love you too.”
Our lips collide in a ravenous kiss. With my arms wound around him, I don’t let him go. The longer we hold each other, devouring this moment, the more heated our embrace becomes. I need his touch, his hands, his lips. I just need to feel that he’s here and that he’s mine.
“I need to take you home now,” he growls against my lips. Suddenly, I don’t care that we’re in public. I’d take him right here on the ground in front of the tower if I could.
Instead, he grasps my hand and hauls me toward the street. Luckily, Lucien is still there waiting for us.
Matis reaches for the handle of the door, but before opening it, he presses me against the side of the car and kisses me again. It’s as if his lips can only go mere seconds without me. The feeling is mutual.
I giggle against his mouth, feeling the weight of the ring on my finger. “Come on.”
He opens the door, and we climb in. As soon as our butts hit the back seat, I’m in his arms again. His mouth is rough and the stubble from his face burns deliciously against my lips.
“I need you,” he says on a breathless groan.
His hands roam down my sides and over my ass. I’m in a pair of long pants and a sweater tonight since the fall weather is growing crisp and cool, but I suddenly hate all these clothes between us.
“Let’s go home,” I reply between each capture of his lips.
“No,” he grunts. “I can’t wait that long.” He’s tearing at the band of my pants, trying to jerk them down.
“But…Lucien,” I whisper, remembering our poor driver is still sitting in the driver’s seat.
“Lucien, get out,” Matis barks, making me laugh again. Then my pants are down by my knees in an instant.
“I’m sorry, Lucien,” I call as I work open Matis’s pants, but the driver doesn’t respond. The door closes, and a moment later, I’m sitting in Matis’s lap, facing away from him, and I feel his warm, hard cock wedged between the cheeks of my ass.
“I need to be inside you,” he groans. Then, with a deft lift of my hips, he lines himself up with my core before pulling me back down until he’s deep inside me.
We groan loudly in unison. My back rests against him, my head against his shoulder as he kisses the side of my face. And for a moment, we both sit like that.
He thrusts his hips a little and I gasp, gripping the front seat headrest.
“I know, Trouble,” he says breathlessly in my ear, responding to my cries of pleasure. “I know.”
It feels so good to be filled by him. As if his cock is at home inside me. I’m bouncing on his lap as he holds my hips, guiding my motions. It’s a good thing these windows have very dark tint.
“Fuck me, old man,” I say on an exhale as he reaches especially deep within me.
“Old man?” he gasps.
My mouth stretches into a smile as I fight my laugh.
Suddenly, I’m being tossed around the small back seat until I’m on my knees in the next seat. Without ever pulling out, Matis kneels behind me, his head cramped toward the ceiling. Holding my hips tight in his hands, he pounds into me so hard my head hits the door of the car.
“Merde,” he grunts, petting a hand over my disheveled hair. “I’m sorry, Trouble. Are you okay?”
I’m still caught somewhere between laughter and ecstasy, so happy to be in this car with him that a bump on my head couldn’t possibly stop me.
But my sweet Matis, my sweet fiancé. This is just how he is. Both sexy and kind. The whole goddamn package and he’s all mine.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I say, looking over my shoulder. “Just fuck me.”
“I can’t help myself around you, Trouble. Look at me, fucking in the back seat of a car.”
His thrusts are quick and bruising, but it feels so good that I let it carry me away. We are being loud, far too loud honestly. But I can’t keep it in. My nails dig into the leather of the seats as he pounds into me.
“I’m going to fuck you again when we get home, understand?” he asks as he picks up speed.
“Yes.”
“Then I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Yes.”
“I might breed you all night long, Trouble. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I scream, pushing my hips back against him.
“I want you stuffed full of my seed.”
With that one sentiment, my toes curl and my spine arches and I come without even touching my clit. The thought of taking his cum has me so incredibly aroused that I come on the spot.
His hips don’t relent. Not for a second. He keeps up the rapid thrusts, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the inside of the car. The windows are fogged, and the scent of sex permeates the air.
“I need to look into your eyes when I come.” With that, he yanks out of me, leaving me feeling empty without him. I cry out from the sensation. Then he tears off my pants and pulls me back into his lap, this time facing him.
As I settle myself back on his cock, I do so while looking into his eyes. Our bodies are pressed together, and my heart is hammering passionately against his. He buries his hand in my hair at the nape of my neck and drags my mouth to his as I bounce myself on his length.
“My trouble,” he mumbles against my mouth. “My treasure.”
With my arms looped around his neck, I ride out another orgasm on his cock, one that echoes deep within my body, as if it’s my womb calling for him.
“Come inside me, Daddy,” I whisper while staring into his eyes.
He doesn’t respond, not with words. But he does grip me tight in his arms, which surround me as he drags me down hard on his shaft. I watch his face contort in pleasure, his eyes hooded and his lips parted.
It’s still the sexiest orgasm face I’ve ever seen, especially with the added element of knowing he’s filling me up.
No condom between us.
The consequences on our side.
Maybe something comes from it. Maybe not.
But the point is that we will do it together. We will make reckless, indulgent, spontaneous choices as one, and we will deal with the consequences together. Our lives are forever bonded.
When he slumps against me, his head against my shoulder, I run my fingers through his dark hair, smiling at the bold strands of gray in the mix.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you too,” he replies. Lifting his head, he stares into my eyes. Then, with a quick kiss on my lips, he smiles. “You always were trouble.”