All That Matters (9 page)

She gasped when he tugged at her pants. She blushed bright red. He let out a low growl when the material slid down her legs. Underneath she wore nothing, he could see every inch of her. The loose material fell to the floor; underneath there was only bare skin. “That is sexy. You are sexy.” Train slid his hands back down to her ass, gripped hard and lifted. Her legs and arms locked around him. He realized that she was worried he might drop her. Another side effect of Josh's shit.

He was rougher than he wanted to be when he set her down and pushed between her legs. His fingers skimmed over her clit and then inside of her. She was as tight as he remembered and just as wet. She moaned and moved her hips. “Next time, don't hesitate to call.” The words surprised him as much as they did her. Train didn't want to think about that, so he flexed his fingers inside of her.

“I won't.” She gasped the words. “I want to come. Make me come. I never felt it like that before.” Train had thought that might be the case from the way she'd reacted. He'd never seen or felt anything like it before. He wanted to feel it again and not on his fingers.

Train released her and grabbed for his wallet. He undid his pants and shoved them down. He put the condom on in record time. “You tell me if it's too much.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She wiggled out of her shirt, tossed it and put her hands on her tits. Yeah, she remembered what he liked. Her back arched as she pinched down, the movement sent her body into the perfect position.

Train took her at her word. If she wanted to get fucked, she was going to get fucked. He filled her in one hard stroke and immediately stilled his hips. She was so tight around him, it felt like she was squeezing him. “You feel so fucking good. So tight.” He began to thrust, slowly, until he felt her body flood around him. He allowed himself to lose control then, grabbed her legs and pushed them up. She couldn't move, and she was as open to him as she could be.

Each time he slammed home, he bucked his hips up and each time she let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan. Her hands were on his arms now, her fingers dug in. She would probably draw blood. Train felt her body begin to twitch around him. She was close. She was so close. He released one of her legs, used his free hand to cover her breast and squeeze.

“Oh! Yes. That!' She panted the words. “Please.”

Train lifted her breast, lowered his head and latched on to her nipple. He sucked the tender flesh into his mouth, lavished the tip with attention from his tongue. She continued to moan, her body continued to twitch around him. She was right on the edge, and he needed her to go over so he could follow.

Train bit down on her nipple, pulled lightly, and she went off like a fireworks display. Her body spasmed so hard that she nearly slid off the counter. He grabbed her, dug his fingers into her spread thighs. He increased the intensity of his strokes as her walls continued to clench around him. He came with a roar, buried inside of her to the hilt.

Jesus Christ. He felt like he'd just given blood. “How was that?”

She laughed and blushed straight down to the tips of her beautifully rounded tits. “That was fantastic, but I think you knew that.”

“I did.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly. “You still up for making me something to eat?”

“Sure. I figure that you'll need your strength if we're going to get a round two.” She was still blushing. It shouldn't have been so attractive to him, but it was. Everything about her was. The smart thing to do probably would be for there not to be a round two; if he just left now while it was all still fun and games. Staying was a dangerous thing, against the rules that he'd set for himself, yet there was no way that he could picture himself actually walking out the door.

“There's going to be a round two.” Train leaned in and kissed her again. “It'll be right there on that table.” He could already see her, face down and bent over with that perfect ass at the perfect level. “I guess we'll head upstairs for round three unless you've got a different idea.”

“That works for me. I'll get started on those eggs.”
 

“Make enough for both of us. You're going to need your strength, too.” Train grinned at her. “And maybe you shouldn't bother putting those clothes back on.”

“You want me to cook naked?” Her eyes went wide. “I...”

“Be brave,” he reminded her. “Take a chance.”

He never expected her to actually do it, it was more wishful thinking on his part, but she did, and he got to watch her. By the time she put the bacon and eggs in front of him, he was ready to go again, but he waited, ate and then, as promised, he fucked her on the kitchen table.

Train was heading head-first out of his comfort zone when, after the third time, she started to doze off on her bed next to him. He reached out, traced his finger down her spine. “Do you want me to go?” He'd expected to tell her that he should go, but somehow it came out as a question.

“I'd like you to stay,” she shifted so that she faced him. “And you're welcome to stay, but something tells me that freaks you out, so if you've got to go, I get it. This is just... fun, right?”

He reached out to move his fingers over the side of her face. “This is a lot of fun.” And it was. The sex he'd had with her was better than most of the sex he'd had in his life. It was also something more, something that he hadn't realized until he was ready to smash Josh's head into the concrete for the things that he was saying about her. This was all way out of his comfort zone, but still, he didn't get out of the bed. “I'll stay.”

Chapter Six

Meg only had twelve more rooms to go. Depending on the state that she found them in, she might be able to punch out on time. Screw overtime, her check had been short the hours it should have had the week before. It was obviously Doug; he was the only one who had access to the time cards. Jobs weren't easy to come by, so most of them, like her, just kept their mouths shut and dealt with the missing money, just like she was dealing with twice the rooms she'd normally do within a shift.

Working for a living sucked on so many levels.

Most of the rooms were relatively in order, not requiring her to scrub puke out of a carpet or remove feces from the wall, so it took her just over two hours to have them all done. It was better time than she'd expected to make. Meg was actually in a good mood when she walked into the locker room to grab her things.

The good mood evaporated at the sight of Doug. He was always in the locker room, no doubt hoping to catch a glimpse of one of them undressed; he was a desperate bastard. “Meg. Just the woman that I've been looking for. I never realized how much woman you are until last night.”

“What are you talking about, Doug?” She was too tired for this shit. All she wanted to do was get home, so she rolled her eyes at him and started for her locker.

“You'd be surprised what you can find on the internet.” Doug leered at her, moved forward into her personal space. “I've got a whole new respect for you and your body now.”

“What the fuck do you want?” Meg asked. She knew what he was talking about. Fucking Carlos. Fuck Carlos and, for sure, fuck Doug. That shit was not going to come out now. No. She wasn't going to deal with the worst experience of her life at her job.

“I think you know what I want. It's Friday night. We can get some drinks. Get a room right here and have ourselves a party. In fact, I've got this friend who would just absolutely love you.”

Meg hadn't realized that she was going to smack him until she did. Her palm stung from the blow. Try as she might, she couldn't remember the last time that she'd hit someone. The blow made him take a step back. “If you ever talk to me like that again, I'll cut your dick off.”

“Is this you playing hard to get?” He leered again as he rubbed his hand over his cheek. It was red, and she was damn glad that she'd left a mark. “Because I've got to tell you, this is sort of turning me on.” He glanced down, and her eyes followed. The sight of his erection made her stomach churn.

Meg brought her knee up hard, and he went down. He screamed as if she'd used a knife on him. The locker room door opened, and three other women walked in. They looked from Doug to Meg, smiled and walked right back out of the locker room.

“You're fired,” Doug roared. “Get the fuck out of here now!”

Meg had never been so glad for direct deposit because it would have ruined her exit if she'd had to stop and demand a paper check. Her locker only held her purse and a few extra sweaters, so cleaning it out wasn't a hard thing. Sure, she didn't have a job anymore, but she had her dignity, or what was left of it.

It took the bus ride home for freaking out to set in. Fuck. What was she going to do? How was she going to take care of the boys? By the time that she'd walked the six blocks from the bus stop, she was nearly in tears. Meg took a moment to try and compose herself, when she saw Train's pickup in his driveway.

He'd added seventy dollars to the money that Josh had taken from her, and she meant to pay him back. She walked up onto the porch, knocked on the door and waited. He answered with a frown on his face. In that instant she realized that she probably should have called first. “Sorry to just stop by. I should have called first. I just wanted to give you the money from the other day.” And she wanted to see him, but she stopped short of saying that because of the look on his face. He didn't look happy to see her.

“I don't want the money back.” He was as serious as she'd ever seen him. There was a long, somewhat awkward, pause before he spoke again. “Do you want to come in? It's cold.”

“I don't want to be a pain in the ass if you're doing something,” Meg replied.

“You want to come in or not?” he asked as he stepped back.

Meg stepped inside. She immediately felt the warmth from the heat. He liked it toasty. She couldn't remember the last time that she'd set the thermostat above sixty-four degrees. “It feels good in here. It's getting pretty bitter out there.” For something to do, she dug into her purse and pulled out the money. “I need you to take this.”

“I'm not going to,” he replied. “Come on and sit down, you're making me twitchy just standing there.”

Meg followed him into the living room. It was dominated by a huge flat screen television and an equally massive black leather couch. There was a coffee table, and it was all surprisingly neat. “This is a nice place.”

“I like it. Go on, sit down. You want a beer or something?” he asked as she sat down and looked around. It wasn't an overly furnished room, but what furniture there was was of good quality, simple dark wood, and it suited him.

“Yeah, a beer would be nice. Really nice.” Meg leaned back against the couch and shut her eyes.

“Long day?”

“Yeah, it was crazy at work. At least I'm off tomorrow.” Meg chuckled to herself. She was off for the foreseeable future, actually.

“You told me that you worked this weekend,” he observed. She should have known that he'd remember. Train was very good with the details.

“I was.” Meg considered lying but decided that it wasn't worth it. The truth would come out soon enough, anyway. “I'm not working now because I don't have a job anymore. I got fired today.”

“You what? What happened?” She could hear the surprise in his voice.

“My manager was being more of an asshole than usual,” she told him.

“Doug.”

“Yes, Doug. You've got a mind like a steel trap, don't you?” Meg rubbed her hands over her face. “He's always an asshole. I just couldn't take it anymore today.” She hoped that was enough. When Train didn't say anything else, she thought that it must have been, and she was glad for it.

“What did he do today?” She hadn't heard Train come back from the kitchen, so she jolted as he sat down next to her. She opened her eyes, looked over to see he'd already set the beers down on the coffee table. “Meg?” He laid his hand on her leg. “What did he do today?”

“He was just as asshole, more of an asshole than usual.”

“Did he put his hands on you?” Train asked. “Meg?”

“No. I hit him, though.” The thought of it brought a smile to her face. “And I kneed him in the nuts, which I know is a low blow, but it felt really good.”