Hard Tail(77)

"Have you been telling everyone about what happened?" I demanded.

"I-well, I told your mum about the fight, and that you were arrested."

"What?" I stared at her in disbelief. "Kate, of all the times to start talking to my mother … "

"I was so worried about you! It seemed you'd been acting totally out of character-I mean, for goodness' sake, fighting. In the street! It was just so unlike you-I rang your mum up before I drove down to ask her what was going on, and when it turned out she didn't know a thing about it all, I felt I couldn't not tell her. She's your mother, Tim. She cares about you." 

I groaned and put the phone back to my ear. "How bad is it?" I asked.

Jay laughed. "Put it this way-you'd better get your arse round here soon as, or Mum's going to come looking for you. Trust me, you don't want that!"

***

"We should do something to celebrate," Matt said as we stood at the end of Jay's drive and waved Kate off into the distance, a fast-moving little red dot.

"You mean, go for a drink or something? Get a bottle of champagne in?" I sighed. "You know what, after all the stress this morning, all I really feel like doing is going to bed." I certainly didn't feel like driving up to Winchester to explain myself, that was for sure.

"Bed works for me," Matt said with a spring in his step and a leer in his tone.

Suddenly, all the tiredness seemed to drain away, leaving only lust in its wake. "Right. Bed," I agreed, taking his hand.

We practically ran down the driveway and back into the house and barely got the front door shut before heading upstairs to the bedroom. Maybe it was just my imagination, but the room still seemed to smell of sex from our little morning glory session earlier.

"What do you want to do?" Matt asked, tearing off his shirt.

A thought occurred, and I burst out laughing in the middle of undoing my trousers. Matt stared at me. "Sorry," I managed at last. "It's just, I was about to say, buggered if I know!" Matt laughed helplessly, nearly falling over as he got out of his jeans. I slid my arms around his waist, marvelling anew at the warmth and smoothness of his skin. "Seriously," I said when we'd both calmed down, "I haven't got a bloody clue what I'm doing. But if you'd like to, um … " I swallowed. "If you'd like to er, top, I'd like that. A lot."

"That'd … yeah." Matt seemed to be having some trouble speaking. "Have you, um-did you and Adam-"

"No," I interrupted. Grateful as I was to him for all kinds of reasons, I really didn't want Adam intruding at a time like this. "But I've, er, experimented-on my own, I mean." I'd never been more grateful to the friend of Kate's who'd held an Ann Summers party and bullied her into buying a vibrator. If Kate had ever noticed it'd disappeared from her bottom drawer, she'd never mentioned it.

Most people seemed to rate the discovery of America pretty highly; I'd have to say that, for me, it paled into insignificance beside the discovery of my prostate. I hadn't, however, invited Kate to explore this new territory with me. I was fairly sure that in her world, pegging was something that only happened to tents. Or, as it might be, clean laundry.

"Okay-we can take it slow."

"Slow sounds good." I got on with the business of getting naked, my hands shaking a little.

"Have you got any supplies?" Matt asked. "You know, condoms and lube?"

Shit. Why the hell hadn't I thought of that? "I'll see what I can find." I sat on the bed and rummaged desperately through Jay's bedside drawer-coming up trumps with a handful of condoms and a large tube of lube. "Olivia, you kinky devil."

"You don't know that," Matt said with a grin. "And right now, it's not her arse I want to be thinking about," he added with a pointed look at me.




 

 

My mouth was suddenly dry. "Right," I said hoarsely and stripped off my underwear.

I could have sworn Matt's cock had grown again, now that we were only minutes away from him inserting it into a rather delicate part of me. Now we were so close, I was both excited and terrified. This was it-the final step. Once I'd let another bloke fuck me, all plausible deniability was right out of the window.

"Are you sure about this?" Matt asked softly. "We don't have to … "

What the hell. I was in bed with the man I loved-plausible deniability had undoubtedly packed its bags a long time ago, and good riddance to it. "Yes," I said firmly, suddenly more certain than I'd ever been in my life. "I'm sure. Matt, I … " It was still too soon to tell him I loved him. I knew that. "It means a lot to me, that it's you," I finished.