He let out a pained laugh and shrugged, "What's fair in this world, Red? Nothing."
Maybe so, but it didn't seem right, and even weirder, I felt compelled to touch him. Compelled to see him lose control as much as I yearned to lose control myself.
"But-"
"Shut the fuck up for once, would you?" he growled and then slid two fingers deep inside me.
My body bowed nearly in half at the welcomed invasion. This wasn't how it worked. Guys told you lies and bought you things so you would make them come. This was unprecedented. Even if it didn’t turn out the way he hoped, I had to give him credit for the try.
My thoughts scattered as his digits plunged forward again, delving deeper each time, with the pads of his fingertips massaging against a secret spot inside me I didn't even know existed until now. I wanted to scream every time he touched it and scream again every time he stopped.
"You're so tight. Jesus. All I can think of is my cock inside you right now. Come for me so I can dream about it."
His words sent another rush of wetness between my thighs and he ground the heel of his hand against my clit. "Matty, I can’t.”
But maybe I could. Blood pounded in my ears as the pressure between my hips grew. After all this time, maybe-
“Fuck.”
That was only the first in a litany of curse words that came out of his mouth as he pulled away and righted my skirt. One second his hands were all over me, his mouth at my breast, fingers working some kind of voodoo and the next, gone.
Hot tears of frustration sprang to my eyes. Did he have any idea what he’d just done? How close I’d been to finally, really letting go for the first time in my life? Was this some sick game to him?
“Mattie, what…”
The sound of a car door slamming dragged me back to earth and I realized someone was coming.
And in the cruelest twist of all, it, once again, wasn’t me.
Chapter Four
Matty
"That's your new manager?" Reid asked, letting out a low whistle as the door slammed behind Kayla.
I shifted my weeping cock in my pants and stared up at him from behind the front desk, where I’d planted myself seconds before he’d walked in. How I’d even heard him pull up through all the blood rushing in my ears, I couldn’t say, but thank god I had or he’d have gotten front row seats to the best show in town.
Kayla James coming on my fingers.
I squeezed my eyes closed, glad there was a desk between me and my youngest brother, not just for camouflage, but also because I wanted to break him in half right now.
"Yeah."
"Dude." That was all he said, but his face said a lot more.
"Look, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. It wasn't like I got a vote, believe me."
This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have right now. Not when I was suffering from blue balls and wracked with guilt. I thought of Kayla, her pink cheeks, her unfocused, glassy eyes, her trembling legs…what a terrible way to leave a person.
For the fifth time in as many minutes, I considered calling her up. Offering to go over her house and finish the job I’d started, because leaving her hanging didn’t sit right with me. Then I thought better of it. The second she’d left and gotten her senses back, she’d probably come to the same conclusion I had.
That we’d both just side-stepped a land mine.
Sex with her was the worst idea in history. If only my lower half would get on board, I’d be golden.
Reid set his duffel bag on the floor and planted his ass on the corner of the desk. "I'll tell you what, if I got a vote, I definitely would've picked her. She's smoking hot."
Like I was blind or something? I scowled at him. "I knew you when you were still peeing the bed. Now you’re giving me advice?"
He ignored the bait and stuck to the topic like a bloodhound on the scent. "I'm just saying, I think I'd be at the top of my game if that girl was watching me. Wouldn't want to feel like a chump logging an “L” with her there to see it. All that pressure would be good for me."
But not for me.
I'd warned my other brother Bash about this when he'd first gotten together with his girlfriend, Olivia. Having chicks around while you trained was the kiss of death for young fighters like us. It was the power of the pussy. Like a sickness. It got in your head and then you couldn't shake it. Wondering what it would taste like, wondering if it was sweet and tight, and soft. Usually once my curiosity was satisfied, I could concentrate better. The only girls I'd ever been whipped on had been girls I hadn't had yet.
Which was obviously why thoughts of Kayla were fucking with my mind even worse now. It probably had nothing to do with her specifically. It was just, now that I'd touched her, now that I'd tasted her, now that I'd felt the way her body would fit mine? It was literally all I’d be able to think about. Could have happened with any girl.