Something So Perfect (Something So 2)

“What? Expecting Mr. Perfect?” he says a bit loud so everyone can hear.

“I’m not expecting anyone actually and if I was expecting Mr. Perfect, he’s definitely not the one sitting next to me,” I tell him, flipping pages on the magazine, not even reading anymore.

“That was funny,” he says, picking a piece of lint off his jacket. “So what did you think of the game?” he asks me, and I’m not sure where he is going with this. I also don’t want to be a bitch either.

“It was good, a great win, especially since their goalie was on a five-game winning streak.” I repeat the statement that I just heard watching the highlights.

“Yeah, it was good to fuck with them.” He smirks when he sees Matthew get on the bus with Phil following him. He takes in the sight of Max next to me and I see a vein in his neck tic. He takes the seat behind me while Phil sits next to him.

The conversation with Max ends the minute I feel two eyes staring through the seat. When we get off the bus at the plane I slow my steps, pretending to be searching for something in my purse, till Max walks ahead of me, walking up the stairs.

“Let’s go.” I hear growled beside me and feel his hand at the base of my back. I’m about to argue with him, but I feel the anger radiating off him.

“I didn’t.” I don’t even finish saying anything before he turns almost black eyes on me.

“Not now.” Is all he says while I climb the stairs to the plane.

I’m almost tempted to go and sit somewhere else, but something tells me this would not bode well for me, so I sit in the first available row. He puts his bag up in the overhead compartment and sits next to me. I look around before I say something, but there are just too many people here, so instead I grab my earphones and put them in, leaning my head against the side of the plane, closing my eyes.

By the time we are dragging our bags into the house, it is way past three a.m. I’m dead on my feet. “I’m so tired,” I say, dumping my bags at the door and kicking off my shoes. I don’t get past the doorway before I’m turned around and I’m in Matthew’s arms. His whole body engulfs me. His smell invades me.

“Don’t do that again,” he hisses out before he kisses me. Actually that’s not a strong enough word. He claims me, he swallows me, he invades me. And I let him. He grabs my waist, picking me up. My legs wrap around his waist while he carries me upstairs to my room. Our lips never leave the other. One of my hands is in his hair, the other around his neck, trying to get closer to him. His tongue plays me like a fiddle. He lets go of my lips to drag his tongue down my neck where he sucks a touch, making my core shiver to his touch.

“Mine.” Is all he says when his legs hit my bed, and my legs come off of him, my knees going into the bed in front of him. My face meets his chest.

I look up at him. His hands push the hair behind my ear, the touch soft and lingering. His thumb then traces my cheekbone.

“Beauty,” he says while his thumb rubs my bottom lip, which still tingles from his kiss. “Get ready for bed,” he says, walking away from me and leaving the room.

I get up, following him to see him walk up the stairs. Well, I guess that answers that question. I close the door softly, going into my bathroom to change and wash the makeup off. I feel like a vampire these days, sleeping most of the day and up at insane times of the night.

I close the light while I rub cream on my hands, walking to bed. I stop in my tracks. There he sits. His back to the headboard, sheets at his waist.

“What are you—” I say, walking to him in my long shirt nightgown.

“Do you have a side you sleep on?” he asks while I stand here staring at his chest. His chest of perfection, I might add. His chest that I would like to sleep on. His chest I would like to put my hands on while I ride him, hard. His chest that I would bite if he were on top of me. “Babe?” he asks me with a twinkle in his eye, like he knows I was thinking about him.

I almost want to squeeze my knees together, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I pull the covers up, seeing that he’s in his boxers, and his cock is ready for that riding I want to do.