Fighting for Love (Second Chances #4)(54)
Pushing his hard cock against my stomach, he looked down at it and then back up to me. “I’m going to make love to you and f*ck you all night long. Tomorrow, your body will know that I’ve been there. Your lips will be swollen from my kisses, your nipples will be tender from my mouth, and that tight little * of yours will be so sore yet aching for more that you’ll crave my touch just as much as I crave yours.”
Shutting off the shower water, Matt opened the door and guided me back into his bedroom, dripping wet from the shower and from in between my legs. Before we even made it to the bed, he grabbed me by the waist and pushed me down on the mattress, spreading my legs wide.
“You’re insatiable tonight,” I teased, waiting on him to start another round.
He kissed me on the lips and brought his hand up to cup my cheek. “Only for you, baby.”
Thrusting inside of me, he began another round of love making, but this time it was soft and gentle. He was gearing me up for what was to come, and when that happened it wasn’t going to be soft and gentle. I could see the need and rage battling behind his eyes, and with everything that had been going on I knew he needed to feel like he was in control, that I was completely his.
Keeping the anger inside and not being able to go after Kyle like he wanted to was wearing on him. Matt had always been a protector, and since Kyle was messing with us both, it went against all of his instincts not to be able to defend himself.
Soon it would all be over and he would get his time to beat Kyle, but now it was all about me and him, making love and fighting to keep that love. It hadn’t been easy, but we were both fighters and I was determined to fight until the end.
MY WEEK OF STAYING AT home was over and now it was Monday morning, time to get back into the swing of things and actually go into the office. I called Lexi yesterday and told her about what had happened so she wouldn’t freak out when she saw me at work with my hand all bandaged up. I was trying to avoid having the whole office know what I did.
My whole body was sore from Saturday night’s festivities in the bedroom and from the fight. My hand was bruised and swollen, but I knew that was to be expected since I punched someone in the face; although, I didn’t know it would hurt as bad as it did. At least I could still type and work on the computer. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it was doable. However, the open document sitting in front of me begged to differ because I’d only accumulated about a hundred words since sitting down at my desk two hours ago.
The article will get done in time. I hadn’t missed a deadline yet, and I wasn’t going to start now.
Since I stayed with Matt over the weekend, he had volunteered to stay at my house during the coming week since Jace was still gone and I needed to get back to work. He had an hour drive to and from his place to mine when he went to the gym, but he insisted on doing it so he could be with me. Writing the article on him was going to be difficult because he was more than just an athlete, public figure, and talented man; he was a good friend to others, loyal, and a lover. My ten page spread might end up being a twenty page spread by the time I was done.
I wanted the world to know who he was and the sacrifices he made to get where he was. Out of all the athletes I’d interviewed, none had a life story like his. I didn’t just think that because I grew up with him; it was the truth.
“Knock, knock,” Lexi chimed, banging lightly on the door.
Lifting my gaze, I smiled at her as she walked in and took a seat in front of my desk. She wore a pair of gray slacks and a pink, lacy top with her camera around her neck, like always. Today, I settled on a knee-length black skirt, black sandals, and a royal blue sleeveless top with my hair in a messy ponytail. My hand wasn’t up to the task of spending the time to flat iron it.
Lexi sighed and pursed her lips at my bandaged hand before reclining in the chair. “I’m glad to see you back at work in one piece. It sucks that I never get to see you unless you’re here. Are we still on for a girl’s night this week? Hayley was thinking Wednesday night would be good.”
“That’ll be great. What did you both have in mind? Dinner and a movie?”
“You know it,” she remarked excitedly. “I’m thinking pizza and a chick flick. Will and I never eat pizza, and I hardly every get to watch the movies I like.”
Will was a health fanatic, kind of like Jace when it came to food. Jace didn’t like having junk food in the house except for my chocolate strawberries, but that was rare. Usually, when Lexi went out to lunch with me she would order the unhealthiest plate on the menu just because it was the only time she could really let go and do what she wanted. It was good to watch what you ate, but there was also such a thing as taking it to the extreme. I was a health nut, too, but I had to let myself enjoy some kind of treats or I’d go insane.
Another knock came at the door and it was Stacey who entered, holding a cup of coffee and a notebook with her glasses perched on top of her auburn hair and a pencil sticking out from on top of her ear. She was our receptionist and had been working for the magazine for twenty years. She was also one of the quirkiest women I knew and always dressed the part by wearing extremely bright colors; hence the reason she was dressed in a pair of tight green pants and a bright yellow tunic-style top.
“Good morning, Ms. Monroe,” she greeted brightly.
“Hey, Stacey, how are you?” I asked.