Something So Perfect (Something So 2)

“There you are,” he says once he gets close enough to me.

“Here I am,” I say with a forced smile on my face. Looking over his shoulder, I see two of the girls glare in my direction. “I didn’t know it would be this busy.”

“Come on. I ordered you a glass of wine.” He pulls me by my hand to the bar, giving me the stool he was sitting on.

“There she is, the good luck charm,” Phil says while he grabs his beer, bringing the bottle to his lips.

“Here I am.” I pick up the glass of wine that’s sitting down next to Phil’s beer and Matthew’s water bottle.

“Are you like his sister or something?” one of the blondes asks while twirling her hair.

“Nope, I’m his chaperone,” I say, drinking another sip.

“So you babysit him,” the other Bobbsey twin asks.

“I guess you can say that.” I smile at them both while I see Matthew lean against the bar right next to me. One of the girls is trying to talk to him, but he turns his head to me.

“Did you watch the game tonight?” he asks me, turning his back to the girl while I turn on the stool to him.

“Oh, it was one of the best games of the year,” one twin says while she tries to put herself in the middle of me and Matthew. “In fact, we should go and celebrate.” She looks down like she’s shy and brings her eyes back up. “In private.” She smiles.

Matthew shakes his head. “Not going to happen, but see that guy over there?” He points to Max. “I heard he needs cheering up since I took all his ice time.”

“But, Matthew,” she whines and puts her hand on his chest, “he’s blah,” she says while Matthew pushes her hand away from his chest.

“Phil, we’re out,” Matthew says to Phil, who is in deep conversation with the other twin’s breasts. Grabbing my hand, he leads me out to the elevator, pressing the button. “Fuck, what the hell was with all those people?”

I blink my eyes at him. “I don’t know, Matthew, you’re so big and strong and they just want to celebrate with you.” I smirk at him while he throws his head back.

“Oh, I’ll let you celebrate all right. I expect you on your knees the minute we make it in the door.”

The door opens and he steps in. “Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder, Karrie.”

Chapter Seventeen

Matthew

“Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder, Karrie.” I’m almost ready to carry on my threat when my phone rings, the display showing it’s Cooper.

“Hey,” I say into the phone while Karrie walks into the elevator and stands next to me. “Hi, Mom.” The doors close and I put my hand around Karrie’s shoulders, pulling her closer to me, kissing the top of her head.

“Matthew, what a fucking game, son,” Cooper says, his voice booming with pride.

“Thank you. It felt”—I squeeze Karrie’s arm closer to me, thinking of how happy I was when I scored that third goal. Seeing her cheering and beaming with pride made that moment so much better—“fucking fantastic.”

“Watch your mouth, Matthew,” my mom butts in.

The elevator dings open on our floor where we walk out, our hands intertwined with each other’s. Karrie walks over to her door, inserting the key.

“Sorry, Mom.” I laugh while my hands go to Karrie’s waist as she walks in the room, closing the door behind me, my back to the door.

“Well, we know how crazy it gets, so we just called to say it’s good to see you play,” Cooper says while my mom starts to ask questions only to be shushed by Cooper. “Leave him be.” Then he comes back. “Call your mother tomorrow,” he says and ends the call.

I toss my phone on the bed, not moving from the door.

“Now,” I tell her, “where were we?” I turn her while her eyes come up. “Oh, yes, you were going to help celebrate my goals by sucking my dick.” I move her hair from her shoulder, tossing her jacket off her. The tank top hugs her tight in all the right places. “You like this top?” I ask her, already ripping it down her tits, along with the bra. “Fuck,” I say, taking her peak into my mouth, biting down on it hard. Her moan comes out loud. “My girl likes that.” I’m about to twirl my tongue around her nipple when we hear a soft knock at the door.

“Matthew.” It’s the whiney girl from downstairs.

“What the fuck?” I whisper while Karrie lifts her shirt that isn’t so snug anymore, moving me out of the way.

Opening the door, I see a different side to Karrie. “Wrong room,” she says to the blonde while I stand behind the door, watching Karrie’s eyes turn dark blue.