14 comments/ 17141 views/ 1 favorites Healing Matt By: MissBoePeep (This is only the first chapter of a series I want to write. I haven't written the next part yet so give me some ideas and comments and I might write another part! But if nobody comments i wont bother :) Thanks people! MissBoePeep x) * With an apologetic smile and a peck on the cheek I turned and walked away. "Damn it!" I cursed under my breath. After 7 years of dating I was still a novice at chatting up guys in bars. After a mere few minutes of conversation I felt like a total idiot so I turned and left him to his pint in peace. I wasn't the prettiest girl in the world but neither was I the downright ugliest. This reflected in my confidence, I'm hardly the life and soul of the party but then again I never think of myself as the 'sit in the corner in silence' type. I'd started my night with my five girlfriends. After much debate at my apartment and after finishing off the entire contents of my liquor cabinet we'd decided to head down to Mac's -- the bar at the end of my street. We'd donned our high-heels and little dresses -- me of course refusing and sticking with my jeans and trainers, and started our short but somewhat challenging walk to Mac's. Which of course, as it was Friday night, was crawling with girls wearing too much make-up and no knickers and blokes looking to pull. After ordering our usual glass of wine each and 10 shots of something strong, fruity and bright red we grabbed a free table and set about one of our usual gossip sessions. Discussing each and every guy we could lay our eyes on. "Wow, I could eat him with a spoon!" was my mate Sharon's first reaction to the tall, dark and handsome man propped against the bar. She always was the naughtiest of our group and was never too shy to tell us 'exactly' what she was thinking. However, Naomi --another of my girls- disagreed with her (as usual). "Nah! He's got too much stubble, he's wearing a Rolex and he looks really fed up!" Nobody was good enough for Naomi. Sighing I turned round to look at the mysterious man they were disputing over. Suffice to say I was surprised. I'm not going to give you the whole 'my heart stopped beating and I heard wedding bells' type of thing, but I certainly caught my breath when I first saw him. From where I was I could only see him from the side but what a view! He was about a head taller than me (me being 5 foot 5), he wore dark jeans, black shoes, and a dark purple shirt, covered by a thick black jacket. Naomi was correct in saying he had stubble but that was good as far as I was concerned! He leant casually against the bar, supping a pint and watching people around him. He looked neither happy nor sad but there was a certain melancholy about him. As I turned around, wide-eyed, I caught site of Bridget, eyeing me curiously. "What do you think then Soph? Yummy or what?!" She said, with very apparent enthusiasm. "Oh come on Bridg! As if he would give ME even a second glance." I replied. Trying to sound as 'ok' about this simple fact of life as possible. I loved my friends but sometimes they were blind to the fact that thanks to the last boyfriend I'd had I now had a rather large dent in my self-esteem. " Soph you can't let that Daniel creep ruin the rest of your life! He's gone now and you can do whatever you want! Your 25, single and gorgeous! I say you get your cute little ass over there right now and talk to that guy. Here you can borrow my shoes." From the look on her face, Rhiannon was not somebody I should argue with right now. But that didn't stop me from trying. "Rhi I can't do that!" I started to argue but she was having none of it. "Get over there right now Sophie Wright. Or so help me I'll drag you!" Under the table I slipped off my shoes and stuck on her high heels. Thank God they fit perfectly! Knowing Rhi she would have made me wear them whether they did or not. Grabbing my purse I took a deep breath and walked sheepishly over to were he was stood at the bar and casually stopped next to him. He picked up his beer and took a sip, placed it back down, turned to me and said, "Hello Sophie." Curious as to how he knew my name I turned and got my first proper look at him. I reminded myself to tell my friends how good their judgement still was. He really was gorgeous! " Erm hi," I said, "How'd you know my name?" "I overheard your friends," he said, glancing over at them, all of which promptly gave him a cheeky wink and a wave. He turned back to me chuckling and said, " I was curious about you, sorry." "Curious? About me?" I asked. " Erm.. why?" "Cause I always like the type of girl who is different from every other woman in the room. And you certainly are. In a good way of course." He explained. However this only added to my confusion. "Different in what way..?" I ventured. Ok, so maybe I was fishing for compliments but after the recent blow to my confidence I think I'd earned the right to. "Well," He began, "From what I can see you're not wearing any make-up which means you want people to appreciate that you are who you are. You're nervous because you're not really used to doing this sort of thing, which means you've recently been through a break-up. I'd say he messed you up good and proper because you have very little confidence in yourself. Your not wearing a skimpy little outfit like all the other girls here and yet I noticed you the minute you walked in." At this point I was taken-aback to say the least. "Erm.. Thanks, I guess." "I appreciate what you said about me and I'd bet money on the fact that you're an amazing person. But I can't do this." Ok so now I'm way beyond taken-aback. I'm thinking what-the-hell?! And preparing to run. I decided to try and regain some dignity and simply said, "Erm.. Ok. Bye then." He surprised me then by bending down and kissing my cheek. And smiling as if trying to apologise. Frowning I turned around and started to walk away, cursing under my breath. And feeling humiliated as a tear rolled slowly down my cheek. Until I felt a strong hand on my shoulder and somebody whispered, "Walk with me?" in my ear. Without another word he slid his hand down and entwined his fingers with mine. Leading me outside with him. As we got outside I felt the breeze ruffle my hair and I closed my eyes as another tear rolled down my cheek. I smelt the smells of the city -- restaurants and car exhausts. I felt warm breath on my neck and strong arms that enveloped me. Pulling me to his soft, warm chest. I breathed him in then. Smelling his aftershave and his thick, woollen coat. I started to weep even more and felt utterly stupid as I cuddled into this man. I didn't even know his name! I tried once to push him away but he wouldn't have it and held me even closer. I felt a hand bury itself in my hair and heard him take a deep breath. I thought I even felt a tear or two of his on my neck but he wouldn't let me look up at him. I don't know how long it was we stayed there but eventually I felt him steer me to a bench near-by, it was then he looked at me. His ocean blue eyes gazed at me for a moment. He bent down to kiss my forehead and said, " Don't move and I'll be back in one minute." He slowly turned round and walked back into Mac's as I wondered what on earth was going on. I swivelled round on my bench to get a good look at the river. During the daytime it was hectic with hundreds of boats sailing up and down. But at nighttime I loved this river. It was a deserted pond; the only ripples caused my swans, which occasionally lined the banks at night. Lit only by the moonlight and with only the odd boat dotted here and there. This is why I loved this city. I jumped when I once again felt his strong arms wrapping around my waist. Somehow it felt familiar and natural in a way I can't describe.. "I love this city at night." Was his next comment. I turned around in his arms and faced him. This time he didn't stop me. I gave him what I thought was a look of utter bewilderment. "I know, I'm sorry. You must be thinking I'm crazy." He said with a warm smile. "Erm.. kinda." I admitted. "Why don't we go for a walk and have something to eat? And I can explain." At this point I actually chuckled under my breath. " Did you just go and say something to my friends?" I asked. "Yes, I told them I was taking you for a romantic supper and not to wait up." He said with a smile. "Ohh," I gasped. "Ok then, looks like I'm all yours. But can you tell me something first? What's your name?" He chuckled, huskily, "I'm Matt Dunne." Healing Matt Ch. 02 We walked about two miles. He insisted we go to my favourite restaurant in the city, despite the fact that I didn't mind where we went. We held hands all the way and sometimes he would lean down and kiss my hair. I felt him breathing in and out, sighing occasionally. I wondered why on earth he was so curious about me and why I had followed a man I don't even know out of a bar and through the city at night time. It was definitely not like me, but maybe that's why my hands and feet tingled, and my lips wanted to press themselves against his every time I glanced up at him. "Table for two please, Marco?" Matt requested as we entered Marco's. The familiar Italian smells wafted out of the kitchen as a waitress came through the double doors; cheese, garlic, tomato! It smelt heavenly every single time! "Ah Matthew, nice to see you - as always! And who is this gorgeous young lady" He turned to face me in mock surprise, "Why it's my Sophie, when are you going to let me whisk you away to Italy? I had to laugh. "As I say every time I come in Marco, as soon as you clear it with your wife and kids first." "Haha, of course." Marco chuckled. "Now then let's get you two comfortable, follow me per favore." He led us through the large restaurant, dodging waitresses and a large round table with people finishing off 'Happy Birthday', to a quiet table, somewhat separate from the rest of the restaurant. "I'll be right back with some menu's." Marco said, as he turned around and headed back to the reception desk. Matt stood behind me and I turned as he pulled out my chair and held his hands out, "Your jacket, Ma'am?"a small smile etching across his lips. I giggled, "Why thank you, Sir." I handed him my jacket, which he placed on the back of my seat, and sat down as he pushed in my chair for me. The conversation and the wine flowed. We chatted about what places I'd been to, what I did for a living, why I lived here, all the while avoiding talking about him, which I didn't even realise. Was I really that self-absorbed? He was unbelievably easy to talk to though! He was witty and charming, handsome but not arrogant. Yet he was always quiet, never revealing much about himself. Eventually, I braved it and asked what he did for a living. Matt didn't look surprised; he just shrugged and said, "I work on the rigs." O...K I thought. Was the rigs some sort of posh hotel or nightclub that I didn't know about? Obviously he saw the confused look on my face because he said, "You know, North Sea Oil?" He smiled. Obviously he got this all the time right? Because of course he didn't look the type to work on an oil rig. "An oil rig? B-but you're too.. clean." I stammered. He laughed at that, and a broad grin crossed his face. "I don't actually work on the rigs, honey. I fly the guys in and out to the rigs. They stay there for a few months and then I go back out and pick them up." He leaned closer towards me and for a dizzying moment I thought he would kiss me, "And yes, sometimes I watch the drilling." Ok firstly where had honey come from? Secondly how had he known I was gunna ask about watching the drilling? Once again Matt noticed my confusion. "I used to work in the army. Teaching the new recruits how to fly helicopters and harriers and stuff." Now that I could see him doing! Aviator shades, muscles, a tan. Oh yeah I could see Matt Dunne in the army. "Why did you leave?" I asked. "Fancied the change," He shrugged. At this point I knew the conversation was over but I was still downright confused. This time Matt didn't notice my confusion. Then again maybe he did but didn't want to answer. But he did notice me shiver. He took my jacket from the back of my chair and placed it gently round my shoulders, his fingers grazed my arms and I felt the goose bumps appearing under his touch. He bent down and once again whispered in my ear, saying, "I think its time we got you home. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere honey." As if his smooth hands on my shoulders wasn't enough! Now my whole body tingled with anticipation! I had so many questions to ask him and yet he kept making me forget all about them. It was infuriating but somewhat naughty at the same time. My mind was exploring all the things that could happen from this point onwards; his lips on mine, his big, strong hands on my thighs.. My thoughts got steadily naughtier until I felt Matt's hands on me for real, even though they weren't on my thighs it didn't stop the shiver that creeped up from my toes. I stood up and followed him as he took my hand and led me out of the restaurant. We sailed past Marco as he greeted us farewell and out of the doors. He turned around to face me then, not saying anything, just gazing intently at my face. I suddenly felt like a teenager who'd just been on a date and was now unsure where the night would lead. Yet I felt empowered and strong. "Come with me?" I whispered to him. He only nodded and so I took his hand and led him towards the seafront not far away. I could hear the waves crashing and swimming up the sand, as we got nearer. I headed down the steps, ignoring Matt's quizzical look and felt my feet touch the sand. I let go of Matt's hand and slipped off my borrowed shoes and placed them on the steps we had come down. I dropped my feet back onto the cool sand and felt it creeping between my toes. I wriggled my feet and sighed contentedly, forgetting Matt was even there. "Hehe," I heard Matt chuckle and my eyes flew open, "You like the beach too huh?" "I love it at this time of day yes, but not in the day when it's full of kids with buckets and pasty pensioners." I told him. "Me too. I like to look at the stars. Although I must admit I haven't done it much since-" He cut off and appeared to think for a moment. Suddenly he dropped my hand and ran halfway down the beach, stopped and lay down flat on his back. I slowly walked to stand next to him. "Matt I-" I began, but I couldn't finish as he grabbed my hand and swept my feet from under me. I gasped and giggled as I fell down on top of him and saw his beaming smile. "Why Miss Sophie how forward of you!" He joked, all the while his glorious smile radiating from his face into my soul. "Hmm, I wonder if you're ticklish.." I saw the devilish grin on his face and squealed like a little girl. I clamped my eyes shut, ready. In a word, yes, I was ticklish. He flipped me over onto my back and crouched over me. His hands came down onto my waist and I wriggled and squeaked as he tickled my waist, tummy, feet, neck -- basically everywhere he could reach. He had me begging for mercy and he didn't let up. Eventually I felt his strong hands stop and flatten themselves to the curves of my waist. I dared to open one eye and peek at him. When I saw that his face was only an inch or two away from mine, both my eyes flew open to look at him. We were both breathing heavily now from all the tickling and I put my hands on his chest. Feeling it rise and fall with his breathing. I can't say I was surprised or even slightly annoyed when his lips joined mine but it didn't stop me gasping. He pressed his lips against mine oh so gently and I felt him sigh. My lips moved with his and my hands went to his hair. My toes curled as his tongue pushed my lips apart and entwined with mine. The kiss deepened and became more urgent and fierce. Matt Dunne could kiss! It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, we kissed and kissed until my lips felt tingly and even then I didn't want to stop. Eventually his lips parted with mine and I let out a shaky breath and a whimper. I was almost disappointed, until I felt his lips against my neck! I'd always loved it when my neck was nibbled and kissed but this was something else. He nibbled my neck and my ear and caressed my long, wavy hair as I moaned and gasped beneath him. I can't say I wasn't extremely aroused at this point. And I could feel him pressed against the inside of my thigh. A large part of me just wanted him to take me here and now. But another part needed to wait. After all I had only just met this man and it had been a while for me.. Ashamed, I felt tears forming in my eyes as I remembered that last time and I fought to hold them back. A tear rolled down my cheek and must have met Matt's soft lips, because he lifted his face up to mine. "Soph?" he obviously knew something was wrong, or thought I was mental. But I could hear the concern in his voice. " Soph honey, what's wrong?" I muttered, " I'm sorry, it's just-" I started my explanations and rejection but was cut short when he lifted me up in his arms and sat down cross legged on the sand. He placed me gently in his lap and cuddled me tightly in his arms. "Sssh now honey, it's ok. Let it go." And to my horror I did. I wept for what felt like hours into his warm chest. He kept me warm and safe in his arms the whole time and I thought I felt a tear or two of his own drop into my hair. Eventually I felt my eyes beginning to dry and my breathing slow down, but I was too drained to move. Matt lay down on his back again and I automatically nestled into the crook of his arm and put my hands on his chest. He tucked both his arms around me and kissed my hair. "Sleep my Sophie," He whispered. "I'll hold you tight and keep you safe honey." That was the first night I slept in the arms of Matt Dunne. And the last time I would sleep without them. Healing Matt Ch. 03 (Thanks everybody so so much for your comments i really appreciate them :) I was really struggling to write this third chapter cause i didnt want to ruin it! Theres still no sex in this chapter which isnt good i know but hopefully in the next chapter.You'll understand when i finish the series hehe! Thanks again, hope you enjoy this. Any feedback and comments are really really apprecated. Its what keeps my writing. MissBoePeep xx) *********** Mmm, what was that smell? Coffee was it? And bacon? Whatever it was it smelt fabulous! I yawned and stretched on my back so my toes curled around the foot of my bed and breathed in the fresh morning air that was pouring in through my window. The neighbours must be having bacon and eggs for breakfast. I couldn't blame them though; it was a Sunday after all. I groaned and thought of my empty fridge on the other side of my flat. It looked like I'd be calling at Starbucks for a danish and a cappuccino for the seventh morning this week. Of course I'd probably walk around like a zombie all day without my coffee fix so I probably owed Starbucks quite a lot in the way of my career. I pulled myself up so I was leant up against my pillows, reached over and took my glasses off the nightstand, sliding them onto my face as I flung the covers off my legs and swung them out of bed. At this point I wondered why on earth I still had all my clothes on. But came to the assumption that I got so hammered out with the girls last night that they'd had to help me into bed. I rubbed my head and tried to remember details of last night but they remained a blur. Images of the beach, Mac's and a tall dark stranger flashed across my mind but I dismissed them as a dream. "Blimey, I must have really been hammered." I muttered to myself and clambered out of bed. I walked slowly and dazedly into my brightly lit kitchen, the smell of bacon still in the air was making my stomach growl as I walked towards my fridge and yanked the door open. I stood facing a completely empty fridge bar a jar of mustard. I sighed and started to push the door shut. Until a strong pair of arms wrapping gently around my waist scared the life out of me. "Ohh," I gasped and whirled around, trying to move back into a space, which was already taken up by the fridge. "Who a-" I stopped short when I saw his face and answered my own question. "Matt? Oh my gosh what are you doing here? How'd you get in? You scared me half to death!" "Whoa don't panic honey. I carried you home from the beach at about 1 this morning and put you into bed. I didn't want to leave you alone so I had a nap on your sofa. Sorry." He gazed intently at me and waited for my reaction. Which turned to surprise and a hum of laughter when I took a step forward put my hands on his chest and welcomed his warm arms around me. His hand reached up and tilted my chin up to his face and his warm lips found mine. I could tell he was smiling and this made me smile too. His warm lips worked with mine and created the most glorious kiss ever made. His tongue snaked into my mouth and claimed it for his own. His arms on my waist crept up under my shirt to the nape of my back and caressed it, sending goose bumps up my spine. I brought my hands up from his chest and ran them gently through his hair until he ran his tongue along my bottom lip. At which point I brought my hands to his shoulders and pulled him even closer to me. Drawing a moan from his lips as my nails dug into him. I was surprised but went along with it when he started moving backwards. I thought he was going to break the kiss but he pulled me with his hands on my back. I gladly followed him. We backed into what I later realised was my bedroom, until he turned us around and I felt the cool, hard wall against my back and his hands come up to caress my neck and face. I was so aroused by the fact that he had me pushed against a wall that my legs inexplicably and automatically took themselves off the floor and wrapped tightly around his hips. He immediately responded with a deep groan coming from his chest and sneaking out of his mouth. We could have kissed for seconds or hours I didn't know or care. But I knew I was disappointed when I felt him pull his face away from mine. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a look in his dazzling eyes that I cant even explain. It wasn't naughtiness, happiness, regret, anger, sadness or any other emotion I knew. Instinct, however, led me to the conclusion that he was in pain. If not agony. He watched my face intensely and I watched back, listening to his ragged breathing and searching his eyes for clues. I felt the cold wall leave my back and concluded he must be moving backward – back into my living area. He kept my legs around his waist and didn't take his intense gaze off my face as he gently sat down on my sofa. I desperately tried to think of what to do next until I heard him speak. "Honey, I'm sorry." He said it as though it was the only thing in the world he was sure of. And I was flooded with embarrassment as I realised he must regret his actions. I certainly didn't but I didn't want him to feel bad for something that was so breathtaking. "Why are you? I'm not." I smiled when I admitted my happiness and he smiled in response but it did not reach his eyes before it disappeared again. "That was out of line. I took it too far. I should leave." He said, still watching my face as it went from a cheeky smile to disappointment and confusion. "I meant what I said last night. I really can't do this. I just didn't want you to be upset. It killed me when I saw those tears in your eyes when you turned and walked away. I felt so guilty I had to do something. And then at the beach you were laughing and your hair was all over the place and your glasses askew. I've never seen anybody look more beautiful. And I couldn't stop myself from kissing you." He took a deep breath and continued, as though his words were carefully thought out and he was completely sure of his words. "And then this morning when I saw you walk in here and you didn't see m. You looked so beautiful with your bed hair and crumpled up clothes. When you hugged me something in me reacted automatically and my body just took over. I had to claim your lips. They had to be mine for the taking and I never wanted to let them go. I didn't mean to go too far and I'm sorry." I sat perfectly still for a few moments and let his words sink in. I was too stunned to react when he twisted me round to sit next to him instead of on his lap. I stumbled over my words as I tried to tell him he was talking utter rubbish. "You – I.. What are you talking about? Don't be sorry for that! You just kissed me like I've always dreamt of being kissed. I was the one wrapping my legs around you and I'm sorry if that was too far for you. Your right, sometimes the body does just take over." "Wow," He breathed, "If you do that tripping over your words again I'm going to lose it again. That was unbelievably cute." I edged my face slowly closer to his again whilst saying, "G-g-good" I smiled and pressed my lips to his. Feeling that now familiar tingling in my tummy and my breath catch in my throat. It was short, but gut-wrenchingly sweet. I pulled my face away slightly but stayed close and kept my eyes closed. I felt him let out a contented sigh that blew warm air across my face. I inhaled and breathed him in. Enjoying his smell, his aftershave and his warmth. "God you can kiss Sophie," He whispered against my hovering lips. "Why I was just thinking the same thing of you Mr Dunne." I smiled and put my head gently against his warm chest, feeling his arms wrap around me again. "So, can I be nosey and ask the man I unknowingly shared my home with last night a few questions about himself?" "Of course Miss Sophie, but I might not always be a hundred percent truthful and I'm going to pass some of them." Confused but spurred on I asked the first of my questions, "Well firstly why do you do what you do Matt? Why did you leave the army?" He sighed. "I lived in Pennsylvania and..something happened. I couldn't bear to live there anymore. I moved here for a change of scenery but realised I had to leave the army too. It held too many memories that I didn't want to face." I pondered for a moment or two on what he'd said and decided not to ask what had happened, he would tell me if he wanted or needed to. Even though I was sooo curious about it. Before I could even think which of all the questions I had was the most important or rather which I was more curious about, he stood up and turned around to face me sat on the sofa. "I need caffeine do you fancy a walk to Starbucks?" he asked, watching my face still. "A man after my own heart, of course I want Starbucks! Let me just go and get changed and I'll be right out." I answered, smiling. I ran to my room and checked myself in the mirror. Appalled by the sight that greeted me. I ran across my bedroom to my wardrobe and pulled out a dark blue summer dress that complimented my skin and eyes. I slipped my jeans and t-shirt off from last night. Feeling deliciously naughty, as I stood naked in my room with a virtual stranger in the room next door. I slipped on the dress, loving to smooth silk against my skin. I reached around to tug the zip of my dress up but was greeted instead by a pair of big, warm hands, which were not mine. They pulled the zip up and reached up to caress my shoulders. I murmured and groaned under my breath and my body went into autopilot again. I was spun round by the surprise hands and greeted by a warm, wet pair of lips. "Sorry, moment of weakness." He murmured against my lips, as I tried to remember to breath. We smiled softly at each other and he gave me a quick but affectionate squeeze and let me go again. He held out his hand to me like in a romantic old-fashioned movie. And I took it without hesitation. Healing Matt Ch. 04 Well here it is people! Thanks for all your votes on the last chapter, sorry its been so long but i was waiting to see what you all thought! Enjoy :) And please please comment if you read this!!! MissBoePeep ;) ******************* "Could I have two cappuccino's, a Danish and a blueberry muffin please Sharon" Sharon smiled knowingly. Ok, so maybe I would have to explain before she gave me what I'd ordered. It was normally pretty handy having one of your best mates working at Starbucks, especially since I used it everyday. She always let me use her discount and we normally had a catch up while she took her break. Today, however, it wasn't handy. She'd want to know all the details of what happened with Matt and I didn't even know what was going on myself! "Hmm, I'm afraid your going to have to give me some minor details about your night of passion with that young man you walked in here with Ms Wright." She watched me seriously but with a smile playing on the edge of her lips and I knew I had to let her know some details. "Nothing happened ok Sharon?" I explained. "He just felt bad cause he turned me down and we went for dinner that's all." "And?" She demanded. I sighed and decided to give in and play the smitten love-struck teenager in order to shut her up. This was not a role I enjoyed playing but it kept her happy so I tended to use it whenever I'd had a bad date or something. But then.. last night wasn't like that. It wasn't a date and it certainly wasn't bad! I sighed and decided to be honest with her. In truth I really wanted to tell somebody but I didn't want to be overheard by Matt who was sat a few tables away and I didn't want to tell Sharon who would ask why I hadn't shagged him. "Ok Sharon. It was the most romantic night of life. We had dinner and we walked on the beach and we kissed on the beach." I wasn't about to tell her I cried in his arms and we fell asleep on the beach so I edited a little. "I asked him to come back to mine and he did. We kissed for god knows how long, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pulled back, and apologized. He put me into bed and slept on my couch and then this morning we decided to come and get some coffee. Believe me I don't know what I'm doing so don't ask and yes I want him to throw me onto one of these tables and take me right here right now Sharon. That enough detail for you?" I put the money for the drinks on the counter. Sharon's expression went from delight to disgust and then to a broad grin and then anger and another smile all in the 2 minutes it took me to explain all this. I couldn't help but giggle, and it wasn't even my normal boisterous laugh it was a tiny, naughty giggle. Like I was saying 'i'm such a bad girl'. Sharon laughed too and said "Ok then, but I hope you know what your doing." I put my hand on my chest and gave a look of mock surprise. "You know me Sharon!" I picked up the tray of cappuccino's and cakes and turned, walking towards where Matt was sitting staring at his entwined hands on the table. I frowned, wondering what he was doing. And heard Sharon call after me. "That's what I'm worried about!" She said. I only smiled. Ok so she had a point. But this time I wasn't going to screw things up. I was going to be myself and he was going to leave. But that's ok, so long as I didn't become somebody I hated, like last time. When I met Daniel I wore high-heels, make-up and short skirts. I loved to party and I wasn't shy. I wouldn't say I was a slut but I knew what got a man's attention. We dated for about a year and by the time the girls chucked him out of my flat at 2 in the morning 365 days later I was a different person. I was shy and distant. I wore clothes Daniel told me I had to – jeans and jumpers, covering me up as much as possible. I didn't go out or drink anymore, we sat on the sofa with take-out and watched his favourite programmes nearly every night and went to his mum's once a week for Sunday dinner. I didn't see any of the girls, I got rid of my mobile and I didn't see my family anymore. Daniel shouted all the time, hit me occasionally and our sex life was pretty much multiple rapes. It was now a month after the split and I still had bruised ribs, thighs and wrists because of him. I watched Matt as I walked slowly forward with the tray of food and drinks and couldn't imagine him ever hurting anybody. He had a pained expression on his face as he looked at his hands, he looked vulnerable and I wanted to make it better more than anything else I'd ever wanted in my life. But I also wanted to know him. I wanted him to tell me who had hurt him so much. I placed the tray down on the table in front of him and he didn't look up. So I went to stand beside him, placing my hand lightly on his shoulder. "Matt? Are you ok?" I asked, getting more and more worried and trying not to let my voice crack as I spoke. He snapped out of his dap-dreams and dropped his hands onto his knees. He smiled but it didn't touch his eyes as he turned to face me. "Sorry honey I was miles away. Here." He stood and walked around the table to the other chair and moved it closer to his own, pulling it out for me to sit on. I smiled back at him and sat in the chair, dragging it towards the table gently. "Is something wrong Matt?" I paused, not expecting an answer and then said, "Actually that's a stupid question I know there's something wrong and I know you won't tell me. What I want to know is why you won't tell me. But I don't think you're going to tell me that either, are you?" I didn't know where it came from but suddenly I'd said it, and yes I had wanted to really but I didn't want him to feel pressured or anything so I'd kept quiet. I guess my curiosity won that fight. "I can't Soph. Not yet. I will explain, I promise, but I need to be closer to you first. You're the first person I've felt anything for in a long time but I have a lot of thinking to do before anything can happen." He looked at my warily, as if he was afraid I would laugh at him or turn and bolt. I ignored my now racing heart, which was thumping away in my chest so much I thought I was going to combust and reminded myself to breath. I took two deep breaths to calm myself and tried to smile as warmly as I could. I reached my hand out across the table and covered his with it. He smiled at me weakly and squeezed my fingers. Even though it was a small gesture, unnoticed in a crowded café it was one of the most intimate minutes of my life. A surge of emotions passed through me and he said a thousand things with his deep, sapphire eyes. We drank our cappuccinos and ate our cake's; talking all the while of anything we could think of. Again, he avoided talking about himself much but this time I understood and let it go. Asking only simple questions. In an hour I found out about his favourite TV programme's, how naughty he was at school, his favourite colours, why he joined the army, that he had lived 2 streets away from me for about 8 months and that he loved animals. "Ok my turn now Missy!" He declared when I couldn't think of any more good questions. "What's your middle name?" He asked. "Its Katie. Sophie Katie Wright." I smiled. He returned my smile with a smile of his own. It lit up the room like the sun and made my heart leap. "That's beautiful," His voice caught in his throat as he said beautiful and a small frown appeared between his eyes. But as soon as I had seen it, it disappeared again and he asked his next question. "So tell me more about what you do. I know you're an author but what books do you write?" "Well I've only had a few books actually published and a few interviews. But I also write articles for newspapers and magazines sometimes too. I love my job though." He frowned slightly again and said, "I've never heard of you though." I laughed quietly, more to myself than to him, but I saw his eyebrow raising. So I said, "I don't use my proper name when I'm writing. I go by the name of Caroline Brookes." "Oh wow. Now I know who you are. You write romantic novels." He reached out to my hand as I grimaced sheepishly. "Your books have helped me feel a little loved and not as lonely at night." He smiled warmly and I had to smile back once again. "Well, I guess that's why I write them. So everybody can feel loved, and have the hope that one day they can meet somebody breathtaking." I had never really told anybody why I wrote romantic novels. But this seemed to just tumble from my lips without a second thought. He leaned toward me then. His face only an inch or two from mine. And I couldn't help but close my eyes and breathe him in. His scent was not like anything I'd ever smelt before. It was musky and warm, not just aftershave. But it made my head spin and my toes curl. He whispered, "Your breathtaking." So quietly I'm surprised I heard it over everything else. And yet it felt like he was the only person in the world speaking. My eyes flew open and he was sat back in his chair again, draining the last of his drink. I was still recovering and yet he looked so relaxed. "Well honey, what do you fancy doing now?" he asked as he placed his mug back onto the tray with mine. "Well, actually I had an appointment with my publisher today. Which will probably be a while. But, do you want to do something tonight?" I hadn't realized I'd said it until I saw that warm smile on his face and heard his response. "Honey, I would love to. I'll come to yours at about 8?" He asked. "Ok," I replied. Anticipation already coursing through my veins like wildfire. "I'll see you soon then." We both stood up and he picked up the tray and took it over to Sharon. As he turned around to walk back to me she peeped over his shoulder and make a finger-phone by her ear. Meaning 'oh my gosh call me with all the naughty details later!' I smiled and nodded gently. When Matt reached me his arm slid round my waist and led me outside, holding the door open in front of me. "Well honey, I guess I'll see you later. I'll pick you up at 8 and have a bag ready. With your bikini and a towel in it." He winked then. And I giggled nervously. "Ok, I'll see you later" I answered, I didn't want to let the disappointment in my voice be heard but obviously I didn't do a very good job because he said. "Don't worry honey, I'll be with you again real soon. And I'll miss you just as much." He wrapped his arms around my waist and I placed mine on his chest as we embraced. I would have kissed him right there until the sun exploded but he gave me a quick peck on the lips, which made my lips tingle, and my stammer come back. "Ok I-I'll see y-you later." I agreed, infuriated with myself for stammering but getting butterflies in my stomach when a groan bubbled up in his chest and escaped his lips, which were still hovering over mine. I watched him as he closed his eyes for a second and rested his forehead against mine. He took a deep, unsteady breath opened his eyes and turned around. Still recovering I stayed put for a minute, until I remembered where I was and turned to walk in the opposite direction to my publisher's office. Giving him one last glance as I rounded the corner at the end of the street, and catching a glimpse of his sapphire eyes as they did the same. My chat with my publisher went well. I showed her some of my new chapters and she told me about a signing I was doing next week at a bookstore in town. I was excited by the prospect of doing a signing, as I'd never done one before. But my publisher only had half my attention as she explained the whys and wherefores of it. Most of my brain was still thinking about Matt. About his strong arms, his warm smiles, his luscious lips brushing against mine, what his hard cock felt like against the inside of my thigh and what might happen later... "Sophie?" I heard her call my name but she sounded miles away. I must have been daydreaming again and I could feel the wetness of my panties. At least I had the grace to blush a furious crimson. "Right, yes, I understand Jenny. I'll be there at four until about seven and I'll need to be formally dressed." I recounted what she'd said. Sure that I would forget something or get something mixed up. Which of course I did, and she pointed this out. "No, no, no! I knew you were daydreaming. You'll need to be wearing something formal because your going to a ball straight after. It's the National Authors Associations annual gathering. And you'll need to be accompanied with a man in a tux. Immediately my mind started going 'Hmm Matt in a tuxedo..' "Ok, ok. I'll make sure I've got somebody and I'll see you at four, for the signing." I replied. Trying to look as though I hadn't been drooling over somebody in my daydreams. "See you Sophie." We kissed cheeks, as we always did when greeting each other or saying goodbye and I started to make my way home. Still picturing Matt in a tux somewhere in my head and trying to think of what to wear tonight for him. I reached my front door without realizing – because of course I was still daydreaming. It made me smile because, before meeting Matt not 24 hours earlier I had never daydreamed! I checked my phone messages, one from Sharon, two from Bridget and one from Rhi. I couldn't focus enough to ring them and tell them what was going on but at the end of the day nothing had actually happened yet. I strolled into my bedroom and unzipped my dress. Smiling to myself as I remembered who had zipped it up this morning. I let it fall to my ankles and stepped out of it. Grabbing a towel from the linen cupboard on the way I headed to my shower. I loved my bathroom. I had a large; claw footed bathtub and an equally large shower cubicle. It was a nightmare to clean but this bathroom was why I bought this apartment. It was bigger than my bedroom! Like I always do though as soon as I walked into the room I changed my mind. I decided to have a nice, relaxing bath instead. So I turned the taps on, poured in some bubbles and went to grab a magazine from the living room. I always walked around my house naked but somehow today it felt naughtier . As if Matt would creep up behind me and bend me over.. Woah. My thoughts were getting dirtier by the second! I quickly returned to my bath and switched off the taps. The water was wonderfully hot and soapy and I got in as quickly as I could without making the water go everywhere. I stuck my toes out of the end and rested my head on the back of the bath. The water curling around me and the bubbles soaping up my breasts. Almost without realising I began to rub them. My eyes were closed and I slowly massaged my double D's. Getting them slippery and all soaped up. My fingers brushed against my nipples and I drew in a sharp breath. This was my favourite place for playtime. I smiled to myself and continued. My nipples growing harder and my rubbing and pinching more needful. I remembered the feel of Matt's lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth and the feel of his hard cock against my thigh. I didn't realise my hand had moved until I cried out. My index finger had sought out my clit and stroked it once, making me lift my head back and throw a groan into the air. I plunged my finger into my warm pussy and felt it contract around it. The feeling was exquisite. I had always tried to find my G-spot but without any luck. However, the pleasure I received from fucking myself with my fingers was amazing and never ceased to please me. I hadn't played at all since before Daniel and now I was, I realised how much I had missed it. The familiar pull low in my belly and the rapid beating of my heart told me I would be thrashing around my tub in ecstasy any moment. I continued fucking myself with 3 fingers inside my pussy. And my finger went in circles around my clit. I groaned and moaned louder and louder. Loving the feeling and knowing that I would soon loose all control. I bit my bottom lip and squeezed my clit gently, at the same time thrusting hard and deep into my pussy. That did it. I soared over the edge, never to return. Colours and shapes whirled in front of my eyes and I felt the water around me swishing around as my legs bucked and shaked. My finger still teasing my clit to prolong my orgasm I reached up and squeezed my nipple. Causing a new wave of pleasure to wash over me. I've always compared those types of orgasms to sitting in the shallow part of the sea. The waves crash over the top over your head and you move backwards a bit. Just when you start to recover and wipe your eyes another wave crashes into you, disorientating you over again. I smiled to myself and bit my bottom lip. I wondered how many men would have found that unbelievably sexy to witness. I felt devilishly naughty as I clambered out of the bath and wrapped a towel around myself. I struggled to walk the 100 yards out of my bathroom to go and sit on my bed because of the orgasm I had just experienced but I seemed to manage it. My wet hair made little droplets of water roll down my back. I shivered and my nipples hardened again. I took the towel from round myself and towel dried my hair. Straightening up I turned to look at my bedside clock and noted that I had just 30 minutes until Matt arrived. I walked over to my closet, naked of course and selected out one of my favourite dresses. It was a black with a pattern of leaves and red flowers dancing across the material. It gave me curves I didn't know I had and was short but not slutty. Next I fished my skimpiest bikini from my drawer and put it in a large shoulder bag. It was a dusty pink colour and I loved the way it made my breasts look. It had a pair of bikini shorts with it, which made my ass look round and juicy. I curled my hair into loose ringlets and put on light make-up. I chose my favourite pair of 2-inch heels, which I hadn't worn for years and put on my favourite jewellery. I hadn't had the chance to dress-up for anyone since before Daniel and I was having so much fun picking out handbags and nail polish that I didn't realise it was five to eight when I heard three knocks on my door. Feeling suddenly flustered I almost skipped to greet whom I knew was on the other side of the door. I smiled as I recognized the warm smile and sapphire eyes of Matt Dunne. He greeted me how every person should be greeted. His arms wrapped securely around my waist and goose bumps appeared down my arms as his lips came down on mine. His lips were soft and gentle and they moulded around mine. He seemed hesitant until I opened my mouth for him and his tongue slipped inside. Accompanied by a low groan against my lips, which in turn made me groan against his. Our tongues danced with each other. Grazing over each other's tongues and lips. Flicking against one another. Both out of breath we stopped kissing but his lips still hovered near mine. He whispered, "So honey, do you have your bikini ready?" I felt his smile against my lips. "Of course. I'm all set. But can I ask where we're going now?" I desperately wanted to know what he had planned for us. "Ah, now that's for me to know and you to find out when I'm ready for you to find out." He said, still smiling mischievously. "Now then Ms Wright, grab your bag and follow me" He didn't take his hands from around my waist as I crossed the room and grabbed my bag from the sofa where I'd left it. "Do I need my purse?" I asked. "Of course not Ms Wright! And anyway-" He held up a large picnic basket – "It's all sorted." I looked up at his face and smiled, he winked. He took my hand and entwined it with his and we walked the few miles to the beach. Once again it was deserted. We walked halfway down the sand towards the water and stopped. He took out a large tartan blanket and threw it over the floor. I sat down on it and buried my toes in the still warm sand. Healing Matt Ch. 04 He'd made us a feast for this picnic. All the best and most romantic foods in the world! There were chocolate covered strawberries, all sorts of cheeses – I'd already told him I loved cheese – warm, fresh baguette, cucumber and carrot pieces and red wine. We fed each other, laughed and talked. It was free and easy and so much fun. With Matt I forgot who I was, where I was and just about everything else. There was only him. When we'd eaten we lay on our backs watching the stars for a while. He told me things about them and I listened. I loved the sounds of his voice and the crashing waves. We'd been doing this for a while when he took a CD player from the picnic basket and placed it on the floor next to us. He put on a disc of classical music and stood up in front of me, holding out his hand. "Will you dance with me?" He asked. I couldn't even answer so I just let him help me stand up and let him wrap his arms around me, leading me around the sand. We whirled and shuffled for what seemed like an eternity but I still didn't want it to end. I breathed him in, kissed his neck and my hands roamed the soft skin at his back. He moaned gently against my lips. "I can't stop myself," He whispered. He had a pained expression on his face, as if the passion in him had swelled and escaped his lips. A low groan bubbled up in his chest and crept from his mouth into mine. Basically, neither could I. I don't know how many heartbeats I missed when he kissed me but it must have been a few. I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything. There was just Matt, he was everywhere and everything. His hands in my hair and wrapped around my waist. His tongue in my mouth, his lips against mine. His hands moved down to my ass and cupped it. Suddenly his lips were nowhere and he was running towards the sea. I watched as he shook off his shirt and pulled off his trousers while trying to run. Although it was funny, and I giggled to myself it was also soo hot. He was gorgeous. My breath caught in my throat as I saw his naked ass disappear into the water. He threw himself headlong into the water. I started running, not even thinking about what I was doing; only knowing that I wanted to be where Matt was. As I ran I saw him pop up from under the water and I stopped dead. His hair was even darker than his usual brunette and his eyes seemed to shine as they reflected the water around him. He was mesmerizing to look at in those few seconds. Without thinking I ran into the water to join him, forgetting that I was still clothed. And he said, "I think you need to loose the dress honey." He reached towards me and pulled me into his tight embrace. He reached behind me and pulled the dress slowly over my head. We were waist deep in the warm water. "Oh god, Sophie," He breathed; he sounded happy but surprised at the same time. "What?" I asked, I honestly didn't know what he meant. "You're not wearing anything underneath!" He said as though all his Christmas's had come at once so I wasn't sure what do say next. "Oh, is that g-g-good." I stammered. Forgetting that he loved it. "Soph what are you doing to me woman! Your wearing no bra," He reached down to my bare ass and cupped the cheeks, another moan came from between his lips, "And no panties! And then you stammered! Your lucky I didn't take you right then and there young lady." I giggled nervously and reached for his lips again. His hands still cupped my ass, until he suddenly pulled them upward and put my legs around his hips. I groaned when I felt the head of his cock on my thighs. I must have died and gone to heaven! His hand reached up to my breast and cupped it, his thumb grazed over my already hard nipples, drawing yet another moan from my lips. My nails clawed at his collarbone and his gasp of air told me he was enjoying. I felt the thin, gold chain around his neck and the ring, which hung from it but was too caught up in the moment to think about what they were doing there. "Sophie," He started, "I need to make love to you. Now" He whispered it so quietly I wasn't sure its what he had said. But he said it with such passion and sincerity that he had be gasping for air. Healing Matt Ch. 05 Well here's the next chapter – finally! Sorry it's taken me so long guys, seems I've just lacked the motivation to continue the story but you'll be happy to know I've got my mojo back now! Hope you enjoy this part – I know it is very short but don't worry any questions will the answered in the next chapter. Not sure whether there'll be one or two but we'll see! Any comments you have I would love to hear them as always. Thanks for reading though! Thank you also to John for his constant support and Scotty for his 'inspiration'. He wanted to make love? To me? I couldn't remember ever wanting anything more in my life. My only response was to dip my head and join my lips with his once more, before reaching down between us to take his length in my palm. A low growl bubbled up from his chest and snaked into my mouth. He was hard and warm in my hands. I stroked him up and down as his body quivered from my touch. "Ah Sophie, you have to stop. I – I can't-" Matt stuttered. I smiled and giggled quietly, moving over to whisper in his ear. "Now who's the one stammering?" He choked on his retort as I slowly took his ear lobe into my mouth and nibbled. I had him right where I wanted him – I'd never been this assertive in my life, but I knew I had to lead him. However, it seemed Matt had other ideas. "Come here you." His strong hands grasped my thighs and he un-tucked me from around his waist, and thrust me over his right shoulder. "Matt! Oh my god! Put me down! Matt put me down right now!" He paid no heed and soon he had strolled leisurely to where we had left our picnic on the sand. He pulled me back over his shoulder, laid me down on our chequered blanket and covered my body with his. His hand snaked its way over my shoulders, my collarbone, my waist, my hips – oh every inch of me. "You're bossy," he smirked. "You're strong," I remarked. "You don't weigh anything," he replied. "You're really strong," I argued. "You're really wet." "You're – wait how do you know?" I exclaimed. "Call it a hunch. May I?" His wandering hand halted at the top of my hips, his delicate fingers angled downwards. Oh you may. I thought, I nodded gently and he smiled, reclaiming my lips and dipping his hand down. I gritted my teeth and he crept over my smooth lips and slid his middle finger into my wetness. I cried out with the pleasure of it. Another finger joined in the fun and his teeth nibbled my lower lip. "Matt, oh," I moaned. "Please Matt, don't tease me anymore!" "Ah, somebody's close aren't they? Well, this one's all yours sweetheart." "N – Not without yo-ouu." I stammered. I was hanging over the edge, wanting to let go, to fall into the abyss. "Yes without me. You see, since I saw you in that bar, do you want to know what I've been waiting to find out?" He whispered against my mouth. "Umph, no." I choked out, holding on to the last shards of reality. He kissed his way along my jawline and whispered into my ear. "I want to know what you taste like." I gasped and flung my eyes over to his. He grinned mischievously and raised his eyebrows at me. "M – Matt!" Before I could say anything more he was lowering his head, dropping kisses onto my tummy as he descended. He kissed the top of my pussy lips and I cried out. How could this feel so good? My whole body was an erogenous zone. In the early days of Daniel and me, he had excelled at using his mouth and woe betide me if I didn't tell him so. With Matt though? This was something else... He lowered his head just a little more and dragged his tongue over my clit. The exquisite warmth that flooded from that spot nearly drove me over the edge altogether. Just a little more... My hands scraped against the chequered blanket and sank into the soft sand below. I tried to push myself closer to him but he moved back. Oh he knew what he was doing alright. I'd get him back later though. He slowly smiled up at me then his piercing blue eyes disappeared again. He dipped his head and in a heart-beat he gently took my clit in his mouth and suckled. I came then. Hard. My orgasm washing over me like the waves had climbed over me. It felt like being young again and sitting in the breaking waves, closing your eyes and just letting the waves wash you up the beach. Letting them crash over you, thunder around your eyes and knock the breath from your body. Every cell in me was on fire as I fell. Matt's strong arms around me were the only thing that kept me safe in the knowledge I was still here. Through the thick mist that hung in front of my eyes I saw his face. His glorious face was smug but it wasn't just because he had succeeded and proved his skills as a man. No, he was overjoyed to have brought me pleasure and his sparkling eyes told me he was nowhere near done yet. As my eyes refocused and I started to feel the soft ground beneath my body again I saw his smiling face in front of mine. "Still here?" He chuckled. "Wow..." I whispered. "Hmm, thought you might enjoy that." "Just a little bit. Is it my turn now?" "Your turn? You just had your turn! Don't you need a break before I carry on?" he smiled down at me. "No. I meant..." I wrapped my legs securely around his waist and rolled over. Rolling him off of me and setting myself down on his waist. With my hand I again for his cock which, had obviously been enjoying the show. "This." I lowered my face down to his. "O – Oh." He gasped softly. His eyes flickered down to my breasts, which hung just below his chin. He slowly reached up a hand and cupped one of them gently, brushing his thumb against my nipple. As much as I enjoyed, I felt an inexplicable desire to pull his hands away and hold them down, to tease him. "Ah ah ah, this one is mine." I snickered as he looked surprised but delighted. I had never been on top before and had never been in control of sex before. With Daniel... well, he was always in control. Maybe being on top would make this different enough that I wouldn't be afraid? "May I?" I teased. "Sophie." He gasped. He sat upright and wrapped my feet around his back. Planting his in the sand behind me, he looked into my eyes. No, he looked into my soul. "I will not hurt you. Ok?" His sincerity caught me off guard. My bottom lip started to tremble and he kissed it gently. "I care about you deeply and you've no idea how much I want you. But, I want this for you. I want you to feel pleasure again and I want to give you all that I have." I nodded gently and pressed my lips to his. He responded with enthusiasm and we sat, entwined, making love to each other with our lips. We stayed this way until I was breathless, until I almost forgot where I was and what I was doing. Until, that is, I felt his hardness brush against my inner thigh. I breathed in deeply as I felt his hand going down between us and take himself in his hand. I squirmed in his arms when the head of his cock nudged against my opening. I felt the almost unrecognisable pleasure of the head burying itself inside of me. I was so wet the friction was extraordinary. I moaned gently and his forehead came down to rest against my own. "Oh Sophie..." He whispered. I opened my eyes to see the blur of a single tear falling from the corner of his eye and down his cheek. Before I could respond he slowly began to push himself deeper. We groaned in unison as he filled me, I took all he had to give and more as I lost myself to him. Finally, gloriously he bottomed out. Matt filled every inch of me – mind, body and soul. He was unyielding, unrelentless and unbelievable. He was much more than I'd ever taken before and he stretched me to the limit. The oh-so-sweet friction drove the air from my lungs. I tightened my muscles around him and his mouth fell slowly open. "Whoa Sophie, you can't do that again. It's been a while and I'm not going to last very long. Don't move for a second." We stopped for a minute and caught our breaths, I marvelled at his self-control. At last he began to slowly leave me, drawing out of my depths ever so slowly, before plunging back into me with a self-satisfied groan, joined by a cry of pleasure from my pursed lips. He slid back out again, building up the pace and the pressure low in my tummy. Our cries of satisfaction merged together as we became one. Matt kept the pace up and I felt his legs starting to shake behind me. My own orgasm crept up on me fast as he kept up the pace. I saw the tense line of his jaw and the careful control of his hips. I couldn't stand it any longer. We were both so close to the edge and I could tell he was still holding back. I didn't want him to anymore. Maybe Matt Dunne liked it rough. I bent down and spoke softly into his ear, "Stop holding back Matt. Give me everything." His eyes flashed open and something dark glinted in them. His gentle hands reached for my hips and held them firmly pushing me up and away, then pulling me back down onto him. Hard and fast, I took all that he gave me and loved every second. Matt surrendered with a growl and I felt as his arms gave way and his cock erupted inside of me. His warm cum filled every part of me. That sent me over the edge. Hearing him wailing my name in my ear as his cum filled me up was more than I could take. I came again, just as hard as before. Whispering his name over and over, grasping at his shoulders with my hands. He took my lips and snaked his tongue inside, growling into my mouth. Dazed, I fell against his chest and his outstretched arms enveloped me. After two orgasms I was pretty exhausted, and by the looks of this he was pretty wiped out too. "M – Matt." I stammered, trying to catch my breath. "Th – that was..." "Break-taking?" He chuckled. "Yes," I groaned. "I didn't know it could be like that. I didn't know I could be like that." "Me neither. I guess you just 'bring it out' in me honey." He giggled as I cuffed his shoulder and pretended to look appalled. "God, I don't think I can move." I wailed. "That's ok then, because neither can I. Looks like we'll have to wait here until we can be arsed to move then. Let says dawn?" he whispered, stroking my hair. I nodded gently into his chest and snuggled into him; he fell backwards slowly and cushioned my head as I followed. "Dawn." I whispered groggily, already slipping away. I listened still as his breathing deepened and the distant sea continued to rise and fall with the moon. I didn't want the best night of my life to come to an end, but then again, I figured with Matt Dunne around, tomorrow couldn't be that bad. My hand reached up to cup his cheek, grazing past the thin, gold chain I had seen earlier around his neck. I frowned as my fingers found the ring that lay nestled on his collarbone. I'd worry about that in the morning. I smiled again, and snuggled ever deeper into Matt Dunne, breathing him in one more time before slipping into the land of nod. Healing Matthew Walking inside the room, Joan immediately smelled the foul odor of cigarette smoke, vomit and oh yeah, sex all over the place. Yeech. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, she approached the bed just in time to see a naked blond emerge under the sheets. "Come on handsome,let's fuck some more." Who obviously didn't notice her standing just a few feet away. "Give me that huge cock. I want it now baby. Inside me. Splitting me open..." And hel-lo there it is, halfway up and inside the blond's mouth faster than Joan could even say blowjob. O-kay. Awkward? Not so much. Joan rolled her eyes heavenward as Miss Playboy Playmate continued her one-woman assault by straddling Mr. Sleepy, inserted what needs to be inside her then pumped her way to heaven. She even pulled her own nipples and groaned and moaned all by herself. Interesting. Masturbation with a twist. Enough already. Taebo is waiting to be crossed out on her Things To Do Today list, right next to Go see Matt. It's not like the blond didn't score last night. The entire room is reeking of it. "Sorry toots, time's up," Joan announced loudly making the blond bombshell glance her way in alarm, give out a squeak, pulled herself out of her...ahem, present position and jumped out of bed. "Who the hell are you?" Miss P.P yelled as she gathered her things in haste. Tricky. What to tell Miss Playmate? Hmm..okay, the truth. "I'm the wife." She hoped Miss Playmate won't blabber about that piece of news though. The blond's eyes widen in shock then ran outside the room without a stitch of clothes on muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She approached the closed windows with a shake of her head and opened them, breathing in gulps of fresh air. What a relief. For a while there she thought she'll die of sex-soaked air suffocation. Sheesh. What an undignified way to die especially to someone who has not been laid for years. Undignified and embarrassing. "Hello wife." "Hello yourself," Joan greeted back and walked towards the bed, sit beside the barely awake man and kissed him soundly on both cheeks. Then ruffled his hair fondly. Matt sat up and groaned when the room tilted with his sudden move. Shit. "If I'm not too dizzy right now, I would complain about the kiss and the hair ruffling." "You already did," Joan pointed out with a grin, "And you deserve every bit of room tilting, vomiting and everything that goes with a hung-over Mr. Price. You should have known better than to get drunk and bring home a Pamela Anderson clone." "Have you seen her tits? How can anyone say no to those?" "Rubber tits, however huge they were, are still icky," Joan replied with a snort, "The way she's pulling and twisting those nipples had been nightmarish to watch. It's like welcoming breast cancer in her life with open arms and neon-colored streamers to boot." Matt throws her a look then burst out laughing. This in turn made her laugh. "You are, without a doubt, a class act Jo. I haven't laughed that hard in days," Matt smilingly said, momentarily forgetting his hung-over to gaze fondly at the brunette by his side. Or the fact that it's been months since he last laughed. Technically, Joan Elizabeth Montgomery is his wife. Of ten years. They were married when she's eighteen and making a statement to her overprotective, ultra-wealthy family. While his been twenty-three then, another product of the ultra-rich, ultra-snob pretentious fuckers that are his parents. They both lived in Boston then, with lawyer fathers and socialite mothers. Not really friends because of the five-year gap and obvious difference in the world they evolved in. His the rebellious only son who dropped out of law school and the one that usually started gang fights and deadly car races while she's Harvard educated and completely wholesome. Although they do know each other, it was during Joan's seventeenth birthday party that they connected. He was forced to attend it and hating that, decided to ditch the party after five minutes of polite talk to whoever his parents pulled him to talk to. Meaningless talk, however polite, is not his thing. Never will. So he went outside the Montgomery's palatial home, with every intention to leave when behind him Joan appeared. She was wearing jeans and a sweater. A drastic change from the peach, strapless gown she wore minutes ago. "Are you leaving?" Fuck. "Yes." "Can I leave with you?" "Why? It's your birthday party." "I don't want it. I never can stand parties. And dressing up. And fake people who smiles at you but the moment your back is turned will laugh at your huge butt or whatever imperfections you have." He had look at Joan hard that night, weighing the honesty of her words. And she looked back, straight up. And then he knew. She's real. So he straightened, shrugged then smirked at her. "Your not afraid of fast cars are you?" "I am. But that won't stop me from leaving." He had been impressed with her honesty. So much so that when they're both inside his black Porsche and he was about to start the car, he couldn't resist quipping, "There's nothing wrong with your butt you know." From which Joan answered sheepishly, "Thanks. I guess." Complete with an ewwww expression on her face. He laughed hard then too. Just like right now. However fucked his life get, Joan somehow manages to make him smile. And laugh. And forget. It had been a good decision to follow her here in Pinewood. The small town Joan settled in after they got married. It was light years apart from their respective families which gave her the chance to live a normal, peaceful life. While he in turn settled in New York and became a full-fledged race car driver. They continued to be married in name only at first until they both became so involved with their respective lives that divorce was forgotten. It's not like Joan would sue him for his affairs. Or vice-versa. Not that she have them. He seriously doubts Joan would sleep around. She's not the type. She could even still be a virgin for all he knows. She never mentioned anyone special the entire ten years they exchanged e-mails and phone calls. If it's not about the bakeshop, it's something else. But never about a man. He smiled as he tried to picture her expression when she saw the Pamela Anderson clone minutes ago. "I'm sorry about Mike." The smile completely left his face. "I don't need this right now Jo." "I beg to disagree," she began then shifted to fully face him, "I read the news Matt. I watched TV. I saw with my own eyes how you tried to save him from the explosion. And I especially saw your face when you weren't able to do so. Six months after, you stopped racing and you've become a tabloid favorite. Running drunk and naked in Central Park, public sex with an eighteen year old groupie..... God knows how relieved I am when you showed up yesterday afternoon at the bakeshop, telling me you're on vacation. I'm so happy you're here. I had been worried. So worried I actually contemplated going to New York." He remained quiet. "We need to talk about this Matt." He shook his head. "No." "You can't out-smoke, out-drink and out-sex the pain," Joan persisted wanting him to open up and talk about it. God knows the accident had been six months ago. And Mike's dead. However hurtful the process may be, Matt had to move on. To heal. "It does. Especially the sex. When I'm banging someone senseless, the sensation clouds the memory of..... Fuck it Jo!" Matt snapped angrily, "It's not like you would understand anyway! You haven't even experienced an orgasm all your life." Joan snorted. "Of course I did!" "Yeah right." "This talk is not about my sex life or lack thereof Matt. You're deliberately turning the conversation around to avoid talking about Mike. Fine. If that's what you want then so be it. I'll leave you alone. You know where to find me if you need me." Exasperated, Joan stood up to leave but was stopped by Matt's hand on her right wrist. "I don't want us to fight. Come back here." "We're not fighting," she said and grudgingly sat down again. Matt sighed and pulled her closer. Wrapping his muscular arms around Joan, he gave her a hug. "I don't know when I will be able to talk about Mike. And you're probably right; I can't out-smoke, out-drink or out-sex the pain at all. I went here to be with you. To forget, at least for awhile, everything that happened. It may not be the healthiest way of handling my situation but it sure does hell beats trashing my life with booze and casual fucks." Joan sighed. "I hate to remind you but that's what you did last night." Inspite of the seriousness of the conversation, Matt can't help but tease her. "If you only welcomed me in your bed, I would not end up with the clone." "Hello, I'm not your type." He pushed her away from him and shook his head. "I'm not your type." Joan nodded. "That's right. It doesn't impress me at all when a man five years my senior, who's barely an acquaintance too, comments on how okay my butt was at age seventeen. Creepy old pervert." They exchange smiles at the memory. Then he leaned and planted a quick kiss on Joan's naturally pouty lips and went back to cuddling. All without malice of course. Then Matt made the mistake of shifting to a more comfortable position pulling the sheet that covered his lower body down and that's when he saw his dick, all hard and standing to full attention. Unfortunately, so did Joan. Their eyes met and held. Hello trouble.