Serenity (Inevitable #5)(5)
She touched his cheek briefly, softly, but for long minutes after she disappeared back into the throngs of guests, Matthew felt the imprint of her hand on his skin as though he'd been branded. And the way she'd so swiftly and neatly summed up his emotions was almost frighteningly accurate - because it had been a long, long time since he'd been truly happy.
Chapter One
July – San Francisco
Matthew had spent a good part of his life being called a nerd. Or a dweeb. Or a braniac. As a boy he'd been far more interested in reading a book or performing experiments with his chemistry set than playing sports. And as a teen and young man, he'd spent way more time writing computer code and designing software programs than pursuing members of the opposite sex.
But his continued fascination with academics, science, and computers didn't mean that he wasn't also very much a man - a man with the same sort of physical needs and desires as others of his gender. A man who got turned on by the sight of a beautiful, sexy woman, or who wouldn't necessarily look the other way if he accidentally stumbled across a couple locked in a passionate embrace or an even more intimate situation.
However, when the female of the said couple happened to be his own wife - a wife who was even now moaning in pleasure as her young, buff lover was fucking her with great enthusiasm - and in Matthew's own bed, to boot - he didn't find the sight the least bit arousing. By rights he should be furious right now, should be yelling at the top of his lungs, shoving his fist into the face of the arrogant prick who was - well, ramming his prick into Matthew's eager, willing wife. But, as he continued to watch their frantic coupling with an odd sense of detachment, the only rational thought that crossed his mind was that now he was going to have to get rid of that bed. And what a inconvenience that was going to be.
"Do you think you two could finish this up soon?" he drawled in a weary voice. "I've got the flu and can barely stay on my feet. And as loud as you're being right now, I'll be able to hear you clear across the other side of the condo."
Lindsey Bennett froze in place, not an easy feat considering how hard her eager young lover was screwing her from behind. She was on all fours facing the foot of the bed, her long, dark brown hair half covering her face as her oblivious companion continued to shove his cock in and out of her all-too-willing body. Those ridiculously overlarge breasts of hers - as fake as a three dollar bill - barely jiggled an inch no matter how hard her paramour thrust his hips against her buttocks . Her dark green eyes were wide with shock, her mouth falling open in stunned silence as she met her husband's narrowed gaze.
"Matt. Oh, God," she croaked, trying desperately to ease herself away from the man who was still embedded inside her body. "Will you stop already?" she screeched, slapping the leanly muscled flank of her lover. "Jesse, for Christ's sake, stop! We're not alone, you idiot."
"Huh? Whatsa matter - oh, shit."
As Jesse - the flirtatious, egotistical personal trainer who worked at the exclusive private health club that the Bennetts belonged to - recognized Matthew, he visibly paled, then gulped, before gingerly withdrawing his still-engorged penis from Lindsey's body. Lindsey wasted no time in springing from the bed, not bothering with clothes, and frantically grabbed hold of Matthew's arm.
Her green eyes were still wild with shock, her normally perfectly groomed hair a careless tumble about her shoulders. "Matt. Matt. For God's sakes, you've got to listen to me," she babbled, not bothering to disguise the panic in her voice. "This - this isn't what it looks like, I swear it."
Matthew glanced down at his wife's hand clasped almost desperately around his bicep. As usual, Lindsey's nails were long and perfectly manicured, covered in a shiny scarlet polish. Her wedding rings were almost garishly large, the ostentatious stones far too big for her small fingers.
She didn't seem in the least bit concerned that she was buck naked at the moment, but then Lindsey took great pride in that slim, tight body of hers and enjoyed showing it off. Privately, Matthew considered his wife too skinny with her boyishly slim hips, and practically no curve to her buttocks, and he could practically count each of her ribs right now. And of course those godawful breast implants threw her entire frame way off balance. She was too petite and small boned to be able to carry off such large boobs, and half the time Matthew was afraid she was going to topple over as a result of being so top-heavy.