Serenity (Inevitable #5)(120)

       
         
       
        

Matthew thought about Casey's words the rest of the evening, fretting that his son was exactly right about Sasha also being sad. He longed to call her himself, or send her an email. Or, even better, to see her in person. But he refrained, wanting to respect her wishes, and knowing that he still had nothing to offer her, that his life was as screwed up as ever with no end in sight to the misery.

He watched a movie with Casey and Hayley, grimacing when Lindsey joined them - uninvited, of course - and made sure he sat as far away from her as possible. Afterwards, he spent an hour or so doing some research for MBI's next big project, before deciding to call it quits for the night and head for the shower.

As he emerged from the en suite bathroom a few minutes later, he frowned to notice the lights in the bedroom were dim, and wondered if a bulb had just burned out. But it quickly became apparent how the lights had suddenly grown so much dimmer, and who was responsible.

A stark naked Lindsey was reclining provocatively on the bed, a deliberately seductive smile on her crimson lips. Briefly, clinically, his gaze traveled over her nude body, and observed absently that she was even skinnier than usual, her ribs clearly defined. Her extreme slenderness made the overlarge breast implants look even more ridiculous, more out of balance. And made him feel more than a little sick to his stomach, the barbequed brisket churning in his stomach.

"Get the fuck out of here," he told her through gritted teeth, finding the robe she'd coyly draped over a chair and tossing it at her. "And cover up. I've never found the sight of pornography especially appealing."

Lindsey's mouth tightened at the implication that she looked like a porn queen, but remained stubbornly nude. "You used to like all of this," she purred, cupping her breasts and tugging at the nipples. "When we first met, you couldn't get enough of my body. Don't you remember how eager you always were to fuck me, Matt? How you could barely last long enough to shove your big cock inside me? Mmm, we used to fuck like rabbits back then, you could go all night long. Want to see how well your endurance has held up over the years?"

"With you?" he scoffed, turning his back as he pulled clean clothes from his dresser. "Not in a million years. Now, get out so I can get some sleep. And don't pull a little stunt like this again, got it? Otherwise, I'll have a lock installed on the door."

But instead of leaving, Lindsey crept up behind him on bare feet and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing the length of her petite body against his back. She began to slide one hand down towards his cock, which was fortunately covered by the towel he'd wrapped around his waist. 

He clamped a hand viciously around her wrist, hard enough for her to cry out in pain. "What part of get out don't you understand?" he hissed. "I realize your multitude of lovers aren't in the habit of tossing you out of their bed, but then again we haven't really been lovers for a long time, have we? Not in any way that matters."

"Come on, Matt," she purred, rubbing her rock hard implants - he refused to think of those revolting things as breasts - against his back. "You must be horny as hell by now, it's been weeks and weeks since you've seen your little yoga teacher. And you may claim you don't love me anymore, but you will absolutely love how I'm going to make your cock feel."

Enraged that she would dare to mention Sasha, he broke away easily from her clinging hold. "I would happily go without sex for the rest of my life before I ever touched you again," he bit out. "And," he added slyly, "how do you know I haven't seen Sasha? Since my living here doesn't have shit to do with you, that means I don't have to tell you a damned thing about my life. Now, for the last time, get the fuck out of my room."

Lindsey had paled at his taunt. "I don't believe you," she whispered. "You don't have it in you to be unfaithful to me."

He hooted in disbelief. "You mean like you do? I wouldn't be so sure of that, Linz. Besides, I never considered it as being unfaithful to you since in my mind we've long since been divorced. And now, since you seem so reluctant to leave, I'll do the honors."

He dressed quickly in the bathroom, making sure he bolted the door securely behind him, then grabbed his laptop bag, wallet, and keys upon his return to the bedroom. Lindsey still stood there in the middle of the room, though she'd thankfully pulled her robe back on.

"Where the hell are you going at this hour?" she asked in alarm.