All That Matters (6 page)

“What do you have?” he asked as he stepped inside.

“Beer. Maybe some Jack Daniels, if Josh didn't find the bottle.” Meg shut the door and turned both locks. When she turned from the door she nearly smacked straight into his chest. He reached out and gripped her chin the way he had earlier. The contact was a surprise, but she didn't pull back from it. She thought that he was going to kiss her again, but he didn't.

“You don't have to be scared of me.” His voice was so low that at first she wouldn't have heard him if they weren't so close. “I'm not a nice guy, but I've never touched a woman in a way she didn't want. I've got no plans on starting now.”

Meg shut her eyes. “I don't want to be scared of you,” she said finally. She didn't want to be scared of anything, actually, but it seemed like she was scared of everything.

“So don't be scared,” he replied. “If you wouldn't have remembered what you were cooking before, something would have already happened between us. You didn't seem scared of me then.”

She had been a little scared, mostly of the pain that she imagined would come from having sex after so long. Nothing else had started to scare her until after he was gone, when she'd gotten lost inside of her own head. “This is just a good time, right?”

“A really good time,” he corrected and closed the distance between them completely. Meg was pinned to the wall, but she wasn't scared. She didn't have words for what she was, but as his mouth closed down on hers, it didn't matter, nothing mattered except the tingle which had now spread to her full body.

“Wait.” Meg pushed her hands against his chest as she remembered the two boys sleeping upstairs. She didn't want them to see something that would scar them or lead to an impromptu discussion about the birds and bees.

“Not again,” he sighed but immediately dropped his hands and stepped back.

Meg couldn't help it, she started to laugh. “It's not that, I'm not saying stop. I was going to say we should probably go upstairs before the boys come down for a drink.” Or before Josh came home, but she didn't want to think about her brother now.

“That's probably a good idea. You said that you had some Jack, maybe we should grab it,” he suggested.

Liquid courage sounded like a wonderful idea. Meg wasn't having second thoughts, she was just nervous. The way that he kept looking at her wasn't helping matters at all. It was almost predatory. She wasn't sure anyone had ever looked at her like that before. “I'll get it.” Her mouth was suddenly dry as she walked over to the bookcase and removed several hardcovers until she found the bottle she'd hidden there.

“You hide your booze in books?” Train spoke and once again he was right behind her.

“It's the one place that I know Josh won't look.” She set the bottle down and replaced the books carefully.

“You actually read all of these or do you just think they look nice?” he asked.

Meg thought that it was an odd question. In fact, the entire conversation was odd when she could still feel the steady throb of need between her legs from the kiss that they shared. “I've read most of them.”

“Nice.” He came in closer to her. His hand went to her hair and did the tug thing that she remembered from earlier. No one had ever pulled her hair, except maybe some bratty kid in school. It had been a surprise how good it felt. It felt just as good now.

Harder. The word flowed through her brain, but she didn't let it cross her lips. “You ready to go upstairs?” Meg asked. He nodded and released her hair. “Follow me.” She hoped that she sounded less nervous than she felt, because all of the good feelings had made her forget that her least favorite part was coming up, getting naked in front of someone for the first time. Once in the bedroom, Meg turned on the lamp near the door and shut off the overhead light. Train turned the lock on the door, she'd forgotten to do that, and flipped the light back on.

“Leave 'em on. I want to see you.” Train came towards her, took the bottle from her hand and opened it. He took a long swig and passed the bottle to her. Meg took the bottle, drank deeply and handed it back to him. She thought that he'd drink again, but he turned to put it down on her dresser.

Meg nearly moaned when he pulled off his shirt. She'd felt his body against her, so she'd thought that she had an idea of what to expect. She'd been wrong. The reality of him without a shirt was so much better than what she'd pictured in her mind. He was lean, with well defined muscles she couldn't help but want to touch.

“Your turn,” he told her. “Here, let me. I've been thinking about this.”

Meg inhaled deeply as he grabbed the hem of her shirt. She immediately wished that she'd changed into a better bra, maybe even one that matched her panties, but she didn't have a time machine to make it happen, so she took a deep breath as he pulled the material up. She lifted her arms and shut her eyes so she couldn't see his reaction to her body.

“Open your eyes.” It was clearly an order. His voice was as gruff as she'd ever heard it. The sound sent a tremor through her whole body. She opened her eyes to find him looking right at her. He tossed the shirt to the floor, and then his hands were on her. His fingers traced over her sides, around her back and up. “Keep them open.” He leaned in and nipped her bottom lip. Meg wished that she'd had more Jack, because it felt like she was about to explode out of her skin as he unhooked her bra and pulled it down.

The sound that he made could only be described as a grunt. For a split second Meg thought that it was a sound of disgust. She wanted to sink into the floor and disappear, but if he was disgusted, he wouldn't be going for her button on her jeans. He dragged her panties down with the denim. The cool air of the room flooded over her skin, and Meg felt exposed. She was exposed, and he still had on his jeans.

Meg didn't have time to freak out, because he didn't give her a chance before his hands were back on her. It seemed like he touched every spot that she was overly conscious of; he lingered on her thighs, her slightly rounded belly, before moving to cup her breasts. She made a desperate sound when his thumb brushed over her nipple.

“If you like something, tell me you like it.” He shifted his fingers, rolled her nipples between his fingers. “And if you don't, you tell me that, too.”

“I like that. Oh fuck, I like that a lot.” It was a surprise that she could say the words. Dirty talk always made her feel incredibly awkward, which was an instant mood killer for her. Except she'd never been more turned on than she was at that moment.

“I got something else that you're going to like.” He grinned as he leaned in to kiss her. Disappointment rose in her as he released her breast, but then his hands were on her ass. He pulled her closer, she felt him against her belly, hard and long. Meg was sure that she was going to like it, even if the logistics of fitting all of that inside her was terrifying. His mouth never left hers as he spun her around and walked her over to the bed. “Turn around and get on the bed, hands and knees.”

Meg swallowed hard as she did what he asked. Not being able to see him, to not know what he was doing, made her nervous all over again. She felt her legs tremble as he eased them further apart. He pressed his length against her ass, the rough denim against her most sensitive spots. When he thrust his hips, she moaned. “You have a spectacular ass.” He moved one hand to her lower back, pushed down. “That's right. Just like that.”

“Oh!” Meg felt her body shake when he slid his hand between her legs. “I like that. Oh!” His fingers moved in a slow circle over her clit and she wanted more. She rolled her hips against him, shifted her legs wider. She felt her body resist as he pressed his fingers against her, inside of her. There was sharp sting of pain as her body clenched. She whimpered and let her head fall forward. If she couldn't take his fingers, she sure as shit wasn't going to be able to take his cock. She wanted his cock deep inside of her so that she could feel the pleasure he was sure to bring her.

“Fuck me. You're tighter than a fist.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her back. “It has been a while, huh?” His voice was low, soothing in some way that Meg didn't understand.

“Longer than I'd like to admit,” Meg panted out the words as his fingers pushed deeper inside of her. “Oh!” His thumb brushed over her clit as his fingers were finally fully inside of her. “That's good. That's so good.” Her stomach was clenched tightly; the ache between her legs was now a full throb. Each time his thumb passed over the swollen nub of her clit, she let out a moan.

“You want to come?”

“Yes!” Meg dug her fingers into the comforter, reminded herself that she couldn't scream because of the boys. The last thing that she expected was for him to stop the wonderful things he was doing to her with his hands. She opened her mouth to speak, but then he flipped her over onto her back. He grabbed her legs, spread them wide and dropped down to his knees. She realized what he was going to do a second before his tongue touched her clit. He used his teeth lightly, and that was all it took.

Meg had heard the stories about orgasms that stole your breath, made your vision dim and allowed you to hit high notes like an opera singer, but she'd always dismissed them as bullshit. They weren't bullshit. They were real. They were amazing and they were happening to her! She covered her own mouth with her hand, but still it sounded like she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Maybe she was. Really, she didn't care. Warmth rushed through her entire body. She felt herself flood and felt Train's hands grip her thighs even tighter. Her body moved with grace she didn't know she was capable of. And she whimpered with regret when he pulled back to get to his feet. He slid his wallet from his jeans, took out a condom and then lost the jeans.

Even with the pleasant pulse rushing through her body, the sight of him naked in front of her revived her earlier nerves. “I'm really not sure how you're going to fit.” She blurted out the words before she could think better of them.

“I'll fit. Trust me.” He tore open the condom package with his teeth, rolled the latex down his length. “Scoot back some, I don't want to fall off the bed.” Meg moved back, wished that she had a bigger bed, but the full-sized mattress would have to do. Somehow, she didn't think that it would be a problem.

Meg felt fire flare inside of her again as his hands moved up her thighs. She spread her legs wide, no longer feeling overly conscious of her body. In fact, she actually felt sexy. It made her giggle. A blush spread over her face when he cocked an eyebrow at her. “I'm not laughing at you.”

“Never thought that you were.” He covered her body with his. It was a warm and comfortable feeling to have him on top of her. Meg wrapped her legs around his waist, drew him closer. “I figure that you're pretty relaxed now, but this is gonna still hurt.” His lips brushed against her shoulder.

“I don't care.” Meg tightened her legs around him. “I want it. I want you.” If having him inside of her came with pain, she'd take the pain. It would be worth it.

“You tell me if it's too much, got it?” He brushed his lips over hers. She nodded and he smiled. “Good girl. Now, let me go and open up for me.” Meg unwound her legs from around him. She'd felt a spark right down to her clit when he'd called her a good girl. It was the sexiest thing that she'd ever been called. She whimpered as she felt the tip of him against her. “Tell me what you want, Meg.”

“Fuck me.” She whispered the word.

“What was that? I didn't quite hear you.”

“Fuck me.” This time it wasn't a whisper but something closer to a shout. “Oh!” There was pain, more than she'd imagined, as he slid inside of her slick warmth. Right behind the pain, she could feel the pleasure. She wanted the pleasure.

His hands slid beneath her shoulders, held her in place as he thrust up. In one smooth stroke he filled her. Meg cried out, tears pooled in her eyes. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Do not move.” He growled the words. “You feel so good. So tight but so wet at the same time.” Meg stayed still, felt her body beginning to adjust to the sudden intrusion. The pain faded, and the warmth spread. She had to actively remind herself not to roll her hips against him. She needed him to move. She needed to feel.

Finally he began to move, with long strokes that brought him almost completely out of her only to fill her once again. Each time he hit home, she felt it through her entire body. “Oh!”

“You like that?” He slammed his hips home once more, hard and fast. Filling her deep. Filling her just the way that she needed to be filled.