Текст книги "Take Me There: A Collection of Short Erotic Reads"

Автор книги: Jessica Ingro

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With each thrust he owned another piece of my soul until I found myself coming around his thick beautiful cock. That’s when I knew I was his again—as if there were ever really a doubt. It would seem that I was the only one who ever questioned it.

“Jesus,” he cursed, thrusting into me one final time before stilling and pumping his seed deep inside me.

With his forehead on my shoulder, Matt struggled to catch his breath. Sweat dampened his hair as I ran my fingers absently through the strands. My heart was beating frantically in my chest, both from what we had just done and from what this could mean for us going forward.

Would he want a future with me now? Or would he take this interlude and leave me as alone as I had left him? Both prospects were equally frightening for completely different reasons.

With one last sensual glide and a sinful twist of his hips that had me mewling, he pulled out and lowered me to the ground.

I stood dumbfounded as he calmly righted his clothes like he hadn’t a care in the world. The evidence of what just happened trailing down my thigh.

Shit. He was totally going to leave after that. The hope for a future together that had started to take root in my chest instantly withered at my realization that, regardless of what he had said earlier, I wasn’t his dream any longer.

My chin wobbled, and I hated myself for looking so weak in front of him.

“Hey,” he said softly. His fingers tipped my chin up so I was forced to look into his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” The tenderness in his voice had tears already spilling down my cheeks.

“Obviously something’s wrong if you’re crying.”

“I’m fine. Really.” I swiped at the wetness on my cheeks and mustered up a ridiculously fake smile. “Let me just put my clothes on and I’ll walk you out.”

I reached for my shirt, but Matt took it from my hands and pulled me towards him until our bodies were flush. “Are you kicking me out?” he asked with worried amusement in his voice.

“No. I thought you were leaving.” I blinked in confusion at what was happening.

“Honey, I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you really want me to go.” His hands skated down my back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Okay,” I whispered. I was basically a puddle of goo in his arms. Any defenses or misgivings I had before were obliterated the moment we had sex. I toed the tile with my foot and gazed up at him shyly. “But I don’t want Rachel to wake up and you be here.”

“Can I at least hold you until the sun comes up?”

I nodded, and his arms tightened their hold on me. “Good. Come on.”

We picked up my clothes from where they’d landed on the floor earlier and made our way to my bedroom down the short hall. Matt removed his shoes and shirt while I threw on a robe so I could check on Rachel.

The light from the hallway illuminated her face when I cracked open the door. She looked so peaceful and angelic as her lashes fluttered in her sleep.

I really hoped I was doing the right thing by bringing Matt into our lives. Rachel knew her father. The bastard still showed up every now and again to see her. The last thing I wanted was for her to be confused or to feel like I was forcing Matt on her.

Slowing down that train of thought, I quietly closed the door and tiptoed back across the hall to my room. Exhaustion was taking hold of me, and I needed to consider everything on a clear head rather than a sex-fogged one.

Back in my room, Matt was leaning up against the headboard, his toned chest beautifully displayed and the sheet up to his waist. Good lord, I could get used to seeing him in my bed every day for the rest of my life.

“Come.” He held the covers up so I could crawl between them.

I hummed with contentment as I settled my head on his shoulder and draped my arm over his stomach. We fit like two pieces of a puzzle. It was such a comforting feeling.

“I set the alarm on my phone. I figure we can get a couple hours of sleep at least.” His sarcasm made me laugh. “But first I have to know something.”

His tone had my body tensing. I wasn’t sure I could handle any more seriousness tonight.

“When did you get pregnant with Rachel?” His question was timid and his expression earnest as he waited for me to answer. I knew this was important to him and he deserved to have his worry eased.

“The night after you left. I got trashed and ended up having sex with Bo Miller.” I could tell by the look of disgust on his face that he wanted to say something about Bo—he was always the bad boy bully in school, but thankfully he chose to keep his mouth shut. It wasn’t as if I would blame him; Bo was… well, Bo. Everyone in town knew how unreliable he was. It had just taken me a little longer to find out. “It wasn’t until a few weeks later I realized just how bad I had fucked up. Not just with letting you go, but also with the fact that I was going to be a teen mom. I knew you’d never want to come back for me then.”

It felt good to finally admit everything to him. The weight of the past finally lifted from my shoulders. I would never regret having Rachel, but the circumstances she was conceived under I would rewrite if I could.

“If you had asked, I would have come back. I never stopped loving you.” The back of his fingers stroked my cheek and his mouth pressed to mine in a brief kiss that communicated his sincerity.

“I could never have asked you to do that,” I spoke against his lips.

He pulled back and his eyes danced around my face in search of something. What, I didn’t know. “It doesn’t matter because I’m here now and this time I won’t let you get rid of me.”

Before I could answer, he turned off the light, rolled us so I faced the opposite wall and pressed his long, hard body against mine.

“Night,” I whispered into the dark.

“Goodnight,” his deep voice was like silk wrapping around me as I drifted into sleep. There were still so many things we needed to talk about, but what we had right then was more than enough for me.

FOUR

“Do you want to spend the day with Rachel and me tomorrow?” I asked Matt, as we stood outside my apartment. The sun was just kissing the sky behind us, and as much as I didn’t want him to leave, I knew he had to.

“I’d love to.” He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to mine in a sweet and tender kiss that had my leg lifting like in a fairytale. I wanted to weep with joy at how young and lighthearted I felt again. “How’s noon tomorrow?”

“Sounds good.”

After another kiss that lasted a little longer and was a lot deeper, he strutted his tight ass across the catwalk, giving me a flick of his fingers and a sexy grin as he disappeared down the stairs.

Less than an hour later, I was making pancakes shaped like Mickey Mouse while Rachel bounced in her chair, coloring a picture.

I chewed on my lip, wondering how to broach the topic of Matt being around more. After we made love that morning, Matt had assured me again that he wasn’t going anywhere. He even went so far as to tell me that if I wanted to take things slow it wasn’t going to happen. We had already wasted too much time.

I smiled as I stuck a chocolate chip into the batter where Mickey’s nose should be. Even though it scared the bejeezus out of me, I was thrilled that he didn’t want to go slow. The only pickle in that plan was how my daughter would react to it. Her overall wellbeing and easy adjustment to this new scenario was my number one priority.

Setting the plate down in front of Rachel, I drizzled syrup on her pancakes and then sat down next to her to watch her eat.

“Those good, baby?” I asked her.

“Yep,” she chirped with a smile that showcased chocolate streaked teeth.

“Good.”

Silence descended as she continued eating and coloring with one hand. I opened my mouth several times to say something, but each time I chickened out and took a sip of my tea instead.

“Honey, Mommy needs to talk to you about something,” I finally worked up the courage to say.

“Okay,” she answered, but continued to color like I hadn’t just spoken.

“Can you put the crayon down and look at me?” She easily complied and when I had her attention, I stammered, “Do you like Mr. DiGristino?”

“Yep,” she chirped and started to divert her attention back to coloring. I rid her hand of the offending crayon and pulled her onto my lap so she had no choice but to pay attention.

“Mr. DiGristino used to be really good friends with Mommy,” I began only to be interrupted.

“Like Suzie?”

“Yes, baby. Just like Suzie down the hall is your friend, Mr. DiGristino, or Matt, used to be mommy’s friend.”

“Okay.” She blinked up at me, and I felt like a heel for not handling this better.

Get to the point, Miranda.

“Mommy and Matt are going to start spending more time together. Are you okay with him coming over and maybe going places with us sometimes?”

“Yes,” she immediately answered.

I slumped in my chair a little and smiled down at her. “Good, but if you ever feel unhappy about it, will you tell me?”

“Okay.” She started to squirm, and I knew I was losing her attention. With a kiss to her forehead, I released my hold on her. She bounced back into her chair and resumed eating and coloring.

I shook my head and brought my cup to the sink. Kids really were resilient. I only hoped my happiness wouldn’t impede on hers, but would make her life that much more rich and vibrant. Because that’s exactly what my world seemed like that morning—complete Technicolor as opposed to its usually lackluster dullness.

*****

“Higher!” Rachel squealed.

Matt chuckled and pushed her swing a little higher.

It was Sunday and we had just had a picnic in the park, courtesy of the wonderful man standing next to me. I was sure I didn’t deserve him, but I wasn’t letting him go either. Not after I knew how horrible it felt to do it the first time.

“She’s quite the spitfire,” he said as we watched Rachel run over to the jungle gym, disappearing into the maze.

I turned my body towards his and wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my head against his chest. “She is.”

“Just like her mother,” he continued.

“Maybe,” I eluded. I hoped Rachel was more than me. So much more. I wanted her to have the moon and the stars if that was what she wanted. It would be over my dead body that she would end up with limited options like me.

“I can’t stop thinking about being inside you again,” he whispered as his hand slipped down my back to squeeze my ass.

“Me either.” I shivered from his teasing touch and the lust building in my veins.

“How many men have you been with since…” his words trailed off, but I knew what he was hinting at. He had been the first boy to ever make love to me. We had both been virgins, spending our nearly three-year relationship learning the joys and pleasures of each other’s bodies. We had tried new positions and new techniques that we had seen on the Internet or watched in porn. It was perfection—until it wasn’t.

Disappointment had me frowning. If I hadn’t screwed up everything, I might still be able to say that he was my one and only.

“Turn that frown upside down,” he joked, his finger lifting the side of my mouth into a quasi-grin. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine. I was just thinking about how much I screwed up with you. You deserve to know everything about me. Never question that.” I took a deep breath and forged on. “I’ve been with four guys. You, Bo, and two other men who were random hookups after Bo left us.”

“Damn, that hurts worse than I expected it to. I knew with Rachel and all that I wasn’t still your only one, but it still sucks to hear.” He rubbed at his chest absently and I felt like a royal ass.

“What about you?” I asked, attempting to make it better.

“What about me?” He looked down at me with an arched brow that made him look wicked behind his dark glasses.

“How many women have you been with?” I clarified with an arch of my own brow. My attempt to appear lighthearted was successful, even though I was anything but. I really didn’t need to hear how many women had intimately known the man I loved. Especially since it was my own fault they could know him that way to begin with.

“You really want to know?” I nodded, so he answered. “Two.”

“Two?” I choked on my own spit at his admission. That was almost worse than him giving me the answer I had expected—dozens. This meant someone else potentially held his heart at some point. My stomach churned at the thought.

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly.

“Who was she?” I demanded to know.

“No one really. I dated her a bit on and off in college.” He shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Did you love her?”

“I didn’t realize I was signing up for an inquisition,” he semi-joked.

“I need to know Matt. Because my brain is going crazy right now making up scenarios about how you two were in love and planning weddings and babies and… and…” I struggled to finish. My anxiety was getting the better of me.

“Hey now,” he said soothingly in an attempt to relax me. “I’ve only ever loved you. Michelle was nice and we had fun, but I could never give her more. Part of me was always waiting to come back here. Home.”

“Home?” I asked. My heart soaring under the knowledge that no one else had him the way I did.

“They say home is where your heart is, and I left mine here with you.”

Happy tears flooded my eyes and I reached up on tiptoe to kiss him with all the gratitude I felt in that moment. He was perfect in every sense of the word. I was afraid if I pinched myself, I would find out it was all a dream.

He broke the kiss with a groan and rested his forehead against mine. “Please tell me Rachel takes a nap after playing in the park all day?”

“Highly unlikely,” I told him, earning another groan.

“I need to be inside you like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Stop saying stuff like that. You’re making me wet.”

“Fuck,” he cursed and pulled back from me. Turning his back on the open park, he discreetly adjusted the monster bulge in his jeans, making me giggle.

I considered making a joke about him looking like a pervert in the park sporting a hard on, but thought better of it when I saw how much he was straining to calm his body.

Rachel came running towards us at that moment. Right before she made it to us, he murmured in my ear, “Full speed ahead, Miranda. I want you in my bed every single fucking night, and Rachel tucked in down the hall. Figure out a way to make that happen. And soon.”

I never got a chance to respond. With my mouth hanging open, all I could do was watch as Matt scooped Rachel up, tickling her as she squirmed.

“Want to go to my house and watch a movie? I think I have Sleeping Beauty,” he asked Rachel.

“I love Sleeping Beauty!” she said enthusiastically.

“Let’s go then.” Matt set her down between us. With one of her hands in his and the other in mine, we started towards his Jeep.

FIVE

“Sleeping Beauty, eh?” I teased him for having a princess movie as we swung Rachel between us.

“Giovanni has two little girls,” he noted of his older brother. “I’m pretty sure they left it behind the last time I had them over.”

“Wow! Your mom must be thrilled to have grandbabies. What else have I missed?”

Matt updated me on the rest of his family as we made our way back to his place. The only interruptions came from Rachel who had to comment on every little thing we passed.

When we pulled up to a white house with a red door, my heart stopped.

“The only thing it’s missing is the white picket fence,” he commented once he parked in the driveway and turned off the ignition.

“I don’t believe this,” I mumbled as I stared in awe at the adorable craftsman style house. It was everything I had wanted for us growing up.

“Is that good or bad?” He tilted his head to the side, uncertainty shining in his eyes.

“It’s good. So very good.” I leaned across the center console and kissed him quickly, aware that Rachel was demanding to get out of her booster seat in the back.

“Alright, let’s get you girls a tour of the place.” Matt unbuckled his seatbelt, climbing out of the Jeep and getting Rachel out before I could protest.

He carried her inside while I followed behind, attempting to take in every nuance of the dream he had built for us. Disbelief flooded me. He remembered everything. Right down to the tire swing hanging from a tree on the side of the house.

We walked into the front entryway, the warm wood gleaming throughout the house and I realized I had stopped breathing.

I silently followed him and Rachel from room to room, not able to process all that this meant. He had come back for me. For us. Even with all that time apart, he had never given up hope that we would end up together.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he noted from the doorway of what he had just announced was going to be Rachel’s new room, much to the little girl’s delight.

“This is just so fast.” My head was spinning looking around the pink room that was already sparsely decorated with pink floral curtains, a white bed and dresser. There was even a little doll sitting on the bed waiting to be played with.

“Is it?” He shrugged and glanced to where Rachel was now petting the doll’s head. “It doesn’t seem like it to me.”

“I need time to wrap my head around all this. Two weeks ago I didn’t even know you were back in town. Then two days ago we finally hook back up. Now you’re telling me you bought our dream home, already have it ready for us and that what? You want us to move in with you? Like today?” I couldn’t hide my incredulity. This was beyond fathomable.

“I’d love for you to move in today, but I’m comfortable waiting. I already asked the principal to transfer Rachel to another class. That’s why he was trying to talk to us on Friday. He wanted to wish us well.”

“You certainly thought of everything,” I grumbled. If it weren’t for the fact that I knew he had a heart of gold, I might think he was seriously insane. “Was I a foregone conclusion?”

“No.” He closed the distance behind us and wrapped me in his arms. “We were a foregone conclusion. I knew from my mom that you weren’t with anyone right now. And deep down I always knew there had to be a reason you left me, even if it hurt like hell having you walk away. When I made the decision to teach here and buy this house, it was always with you and your daughter in mind. I might have missed the first five years of her life, but that doesn’t mean I plan on missing anymore. So what do you say?”

He shook me from side to side making me giggle in both astonishment and excitement. Not wanting to be left out, Rachel joined in and we all laughed with our ridiculousness.

“Can we watch Sleeping Beauty now?” Rachel asked once we sobered.

“Well?” Matt picked Rachel up in his arms and they both looked at me expectantly. In that moment, there was no question in my mind what my answer needed to be. Tomorrow, two months or two years from now, we were all meant to be together. There was no point in wasting any more time. Life really was too short.

“Sure thing, honey,” I told Rachel, but my meaning wasn’t lost on Matt. They both beamed at me and I couldn’t help but smile back as I watched while Rachel raced out of the room towards the living room.

“You’ve made me the happiest man, Miranda. And you are so getting lucky later,” he teased as we followed her down the hall.

“I hope so,” I quipped back and bumped him with my hip.

*****

Matt groaned lightly in my ear and I felt my body tighten around him.

“Shit,” he cursed, slowly pulling out and then just as slowly plunging back into me.

To my shock, Rachel had crapped out on the rug in front of the television with her new doll in hand. Matt and I were lying on the couch together, his back pressed to my front as we huddled under a blanket. As soon as she let loose a tiny little snore, Matt had my sundress pulled up around my waist, my panties pushed to the side and his thick, wide head nudging my core.

I let out a moan as soon as he entered me. He was just so big. I felt stuffed in the most delicious of ways.

Now we were silently fucking on the couch, hidden under the covers and praying we would both finish before Rachel woke up. I was so close that I figured that wouldn’t be an issue. The thrill of knowing it could be, had my insides trembling.

I turned my head so Matt could take my mouth in a deep, wet kiss. His fingers rolled my nipple and I bit his lower lip to show how good it felt.

“I could spend days up in your pussy and it still wouldn’t be enough,” he whispered against my mouth. That’s when my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my orgasm washed over me.

Matt’s rhythm faltered. He cursed under his breath and sped up his pace as best he could without shaking the couch. Within seconds, he stilled and I felt his cum bathe my inner walls setting off another set of tremors inside me.

Keeping us connected, Matt relaxed behind me and gave my exposed boob an affectionate squeeze.

This right here was the stuff fantasies and dreams were made of. I was suddenly looking forward to a million days of this—me, Matt and Rachel being a family.

“We’re going to have to really learn how to get creative if we’re going to have sex, aren’t we?” he asked in a light tone, showcasing just how sated and relaxed he was.

“I guess so. Rachel will preoccupy most of our time during the day.” Fear that he might regret that fact took hold of me and I tensed up. I never really considered what a change in lifestyle it might be for him to suddenly have a kid underfoot.

“I don’t mind,” he reassured me, knowing me enough to know I was nervous. “She’s a great kid.”

“She is.” I relaxed a little at his words and the sincerity in his voice.

“I hope she’ll call me Dad one day,” he whispered sounding so vulnerable. That’s when I realized that he was probably just as scared as I was about making this work. It made me love him even more.

“I hope so too,” I concurred.

“When do you want to move in?” he asked after a few minutes of content silence.

“I need time to pack.”

“The house is furnished. All you need is to bring you and our girl over there.”

Our girl. My heart, which was already full, burst upon hearing him describe Rachel as his.

“I want to box up the items with sentimental value. The rest I’ll donate to Goodwill,” I explained. “How about on my next Sunday off? Two weeks from now?”

“Sounds perfect.” He planted a kiss behind my ear before pulling out of me and righting our clothes.

“Thank you,” I told him once we were settled again, him spooning me as we watched the rise and fall of Rachel’s tiny little chest.

“For what?”

“For loving me enough to not give up. For wanting to be a father to Rachel. For coming back for me. The list is endless really.”

“I’ll make a deal with you,” was his unexpected response.

“Okay. Shoot.”

“As a thank you, all I need is for you to spend the rest of your life loving me back and proving that all the heartache was worth it in the end.”

Was there ever really a question that was going to happen? Hardly.

“Deal.”

“I love you, Miranda. Always have and always will.”

“Love you too, Matt.”

And just like in the fairytales, we all lived happily ever after.