Maybe Matt's Miracle(65)

I reach between us and squeeze the base of his dick as he retreats. He stops moving. “I’m too close,” he warns. He growls at me. “Rub your *, Sky.”

I reach down and rub my clit. I’m already close. I’m so close. He’s stroking me from the inside as his big, powerful body holds me tight against the wall. My clit is hard and sensitive, and I rub it quickly, Matt’s feral grunts by my ear keeping time with my strokes. They’re quick and raw, and I suddenly feel it wash over me. Matt grunts and pushes all the way inside me as I flutter around him, milking his orgasm from him. He stills and pulses inside me, his lips tender against my temple as he finishes.

“Sky,” he breathes.

“What?” I whisper back.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks. He pulls back, his brow furrowing. I love that he’s asking.

“No, you didn’t hurt me. You made me come like crazy, though.” I giggle. I can’t help it. Nothing ever felt this good. Ever.

“Me, too. I felt like my toes were going to come out my throat.” He chuckles. I untangle my legs from around his back, and he lowers me to stand. My shoes fell off, so I’m on my bare feet on the linoleum floor, and I don’t care. My panties are still hanging around my ankle.

I rub my thighs together. Something feels off. “Matt,” I say.

“Umm,” he says as he pulls the condom off. He looks up at me sheepishly. “We might have a problem.”

“Why am I all wet?” I ask. More wet than I would be just from me.

He pulls the condom off and holds it up. “Condom broke,” he says.

My heart skips a beat. “What?”

“Yep,” he says.

What startles me the most is that hearing that he just came inside me doesn’t freak me out. Not in the least. “It’s okay, Matt,” I start.

“I know.” He heaves a sigh and tosses the condom in a trash can, covering it up with the garbage that’s already there. “I told you. It would take a miracle for me to get you pregnant. And I got tested for everything under the sun when I was sick. You’re safe.”

“I wasn’t worried,” I say quietly. I want to spend the rest of my life with this man.

He buckles his belt and raises his zipper. Then he bends to unhook my panties from around my ankle. He’s suddenly really quiet. More quiet than I want him to be. I don’t know what to say to him because I don’t know what he’s thinking. “Do you want to go and get cleaned up?” he asks.

I nod. “I should.” He holds my panties out, and I stuff them into my clutch, which I dropped when he pushed me against the wall. He holds out my shoe, and I step into it. He repeats the process on the other side. He looks up at me from my feet and runs a hand up my leg.

“Matt,” I say. But he takes my hand and leads me to the ladies’ room. He kisses my temple and lingers there, breathing lightly by my hair.

“I’ll wait for you in the banquet room,” he says. “That okay?” He’s suddenly so quiet.

I nod and go into the bathroom. I let myself into a stall and sink down. My knees are still shaking and not all of it is because of just having sex against a closet wall. I’m scared that I don’t know what’s going on in Matt’s head. I don’t know what his sudden silence means.

I clean up and just as I’m pulling my panties up, the outer door opens. Female giggling flows into the room. “Can you believe he brought her?” a voice asks.

“I can’t believe Matt even came, much less brought a woman. Maybe he’s over April.”

“Matt will never get over April. Not after what she did.”

“So, who do you think his date is?”

“Just some girl,” the voice says. “Someone who will never mean as much to him as April did.” She snorts. “They have so much history.”

April is the girl who broke Matt’s heart.

My gut clenches, and I have to blink back tears.

Matt brought me here to watch April, the woman he loved more than anything, get married. And he didn’t even tell me.

I let myself out of the stall when the sound of voices goes away, and I hear the door close. I fix my makeup and wipe my brow. I feel like I just got punched in the gut. But there’s nothing I can do about it now.

I walk back out to the table, and I see Emily sitting there. Matt and Logan are talking with a small group of men they know. I sit down beside her, and she eyes me up and down. “Where did you two get off to?” she asks, grinning.

“A closet down the hall where he f*cked me against the wall,” I say.

Emily freezes. “For some reason, I don’t think that’s as good as it sounds. What’s wrong?” She looks toward Matt like she wants to get his attention. I knock on the table, and she watches my hand. “April doesn’t look repentant at all over what she did to Matt,” I toss out. I watch for her reaction.

“Oh,” she breathes. She lays a hand on her chest. “I wasn’t sure he told you.”

I smile. “He told me.” He told me about the girl who broke his heart. He just didn’t tell me April was the one. “Why do you think he wanted to come tonight?” I ask. I take a sip of my water.

“Closure, he said.” She looks toward where April is dancing with her new husband.