Four Shades of Recovery: Boxed Set (9 page)

“I need you, Megan, all of you,” are the words that come from his mouth as he pushes his toy into my vagina. He thrusts deeply into me. “Oh, that feels tight,” he murmurs with passion.

“Keep it moving, baby” I tell him. He’s filling me up and I want him all night. Matt’s enthusiastic moves soon work him up to my hilt. We rock roughly on his mattress. My moans of pleasure encourage his pace. I buck my hips up to match his rhythm. We’re lost in one another.

“Oh, baby, you feel so perfect around me.” A ruddy color and flush covers his chest and face.

“I am so complete when you fill me up,” I mumble as he continues his vigorous pace. Nothing more comes out of our mouths as a steady series of pounding moves take us both to the edge of consciousness. My state of frenzy starts gathering momentum as he varies the intensity of his pumps.

Soon, I’m there. “Matt, it’s so wonderful,” I scream and throw my head back when I finally erupt into the most mind-numbing orgasm of my life. His face registers love and passion when he explodes into me a moment later.

“I love you so damn much, Megan,” he cries with relief. Then he collapses on top of me with a whimper.

“I’ve missed you and our connection so much, baby. I can’t tell you how great it feels to be back in your arms.” I whisper while he kisses every inch of my face.

After an unknown amount of time, we both surface from our orgasms. He gazes at me with the most wondrous look of adoration on his face. I look at him with satisfaction. He chuckles.

The rest of my story about Michael will have to wait until tomorrow. We’re running out of time, however.

MEGAN’S POV

I awaken in the arms of Matt who blissfully sleeps beside me. He’s taken me back into his life even though I’ve only met some of his conditions. I wonder what else I should tell him next about my time in Florida. It feels so right to have great sex with Matt but I’m having trouble saying those three little words. He said the words again last night but I didn’t panic. Dr. Ginger would be happy with my reaction. I’ve made progress.

I get up from his bed, shower and dress before my lover even stirs. It’s time for me to text Jacob before all hell breaks loose. I find my phone and think carefully about what and how much I want to tell him.

“Great to see you again, Megan.” He responds almost immediately.

“Lunch today?” Jacob.

“Sure, at noon?” Megan. At least I can delay the inevitable for a bit longer.

“Yes. Meet at the Nuvrei sandwich shop?”

“In the Pearl District?”

“Fine. Later.

That gives me a few more hours with Matt. He’s still sleeping when I peek into his bedroom. I decide to make us an omelet with peppers, mushrooms, onions and olives. As I set about the job of making breakfast, I hear my lover stirring awake. He eventually strolls into the kitchen dressed in a white t-shirt and long pajama bottoms that hug his ass in such an alluring way. He smiles approvingly as he sees what I’m preparing.

“The omelet smells wonderful, baby.” He lifts his head to take in the aroma and then approaches me with a kiss on the cheek. 

“I’ll set our places on the counter,” I tell him and return his radiant smile. Then I go about preparing our placemats, platters, napkins and silverware.

“Good, I’ll make some tea and coffee.”

He’s in such a good mood this morning.

“I had a great time last night, Matt. But, it didn’t feel like a freight train when I checked in at the station,” I joke and give him a mega-watt grin.

He bursts out laughing. “Glad to know you enjoyed it because I certainly did. Hopefully, it felt like a bullet train; so fast and powerful.”

I give him a seductive stare before responding, “It was certainly powerful and the speed was perfect.”

His corresponding smile reflects satisfaction with our status. We eat our breakfast in the comfort of our post-coital bubble. He’s attentive and nuzzles me while we eat and drink. It’s so easy between us this morning. I wish the feeling would never end. The angst of last evening evaporates in the light of day.

“Matt, I’m going to meet a friend for lunch today in the Pearl District,” I announce with a breezy tone to my voice.

“Fine. Who would this friend happen to be? Anyone I know?” he asks while already showing some tension in his forehead.

“Remember the fellow, Jacob, from last night?” I’m trying to keep it light.

“Of course. The persistent pest from the restaurant. A friend of Michael Kingsfield’s,” Matt’s very quick to make the connections.

“Yes, although, I just want to make it a quick lunch. To catch up on the real estate scene in Miami.” I try not to dwell on the issue of Michael today.

“As long as we have dinner together this evening and you tell me all about your luncheon date,” he negotiates. Matt’s look is cautious and dark.

“Sure. What time would you like to meet for dinner, Matt?” I’m keeping my attitude upbeat.

“Let’s make it around six at Le Pigeon,” he suggests. I nod my agreement and kiss his lovely face.

We finish preparing for the day and before we go our separate ways, Matt takes me in his arms for an embrace. “Megan Pine. You’re the most alluring, seductive, and altogether dangerous creature I know.” His hazel eyes burn with intensity as he looks deeply into mine. “You know how much you mean to me. Just don’t let anyone get between us,” he cautions me.   

I look into Matt’s eyes with equal intensity and kiss his lovely mouth before assuring him, “No one compares to you. You know how much you mean to me, baby.”

“You haven’t yet lived up to all of my conditions, Megan,” he reminds me with gravity. Then he pulls me in for a quick kiss.

“But, I’m getting there,” I retort after returning his peck and then pull away from his arms.

My morning at the newspaper passes quickly as the columns absorb all of my attention. Before I have a chance to notice, it’s nearly noon. I wave to my editor and let her know that I’ll return from lunch in one hour. Then I’m off to see my former colleague, Jacob.

Jacob’s already waiting for me at our rendezvous spot and looks more than happy to see me. He hugs me with meaning. “Megan, I’m sorry to have interrupted your date last night. I just never expected to see you tooling around Portland.”

I hug him briefly and smile in a restrained manner. “Jacob, it’s a small world. I live and work here now.”

“That totally floors me, Megan. What kind of job have you found in Portland?” Jacob’s friendly smile doesn’t extend to his eyes.

“I’m actually working for the local Oregonian newspaper now. I’ve returned to a job I held in the past. There’ll be no real estate deals for me in Portland,” I declare with a phony southern accent and laugh.

“But, Megan, you’re really skilled in real estate sales. Why the switch?”

“You know why, Jacob. It was all just too much for me with Michael Kingsfield.”

“I guess you really didn’t want any regular contact with Michael, then,” Jacob broaches the issue quickly. He’s nearly aggressive in his approach to the person we both know is at the top of our agenda. I try to shift the topic.

“Well, my degree in journalism makes a good fit with editing. What about you Jacob? Why are you in town?” I ask to change the topic quickly. I know it’s useless to dance around the issue of Michael Kingsfield for long.

“I’m looking into the national market. We want to develop a bunch of projects similar to the condos we sold in Miami. Portland’s ripe for our kind of product. I’m here to develop some contacts,” he explains.

“Well, good luck with the contacts.”

Jacob nods but then continues to the more crucial issue before us. “Little did I know that you’d be settled here with a boyfriend, already.” Jacob’s not easily diverted from his mission and his voice drips with derision.

“Yes, Jacob, he’s my boyfriend. We’ve been together in the past and known each other for a long time, though.”

“Michael won’t be pleased to hear about your new career nor about your renewed relationship with an old boyfriend,” Jacob grows very serious and somewhat threatening as we speak. I want to run from our conversation but know it can’t be avoided.

“So, I hope you haven’t mentioned anything about me to Michael yet?”

Jacob nods in agreement. I’m just so relieved that Jacob hasn’t yet called him.

“I wanted to find out exactly what you were doing in Portland and who this dude from last night happened to be. He looked quite possessive--hanging all over you like a coat.” Jacob spits out the last bit with annoyance.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d not mention to Michael that you saw me on your trip,” I request knowing that it’ll certainly not happen. At least I’m putting Jacob on notice that I have no interest in sharing my whereabouts with Michael Kingsfield.

Jacob snorts before responding, “That is so NOT going to happen, Megan. I’m Michael’s assistant now. He pays me to know who does what with whom. If he discovered that I kept information about you private, he’d have my job and my head.”

“Can you at least keep from mentioning that I have a boyfriend?” I look at Jacob with big innocent eyes and bat them for all I’m worth.

He swallows and caves in a bit, “Yeah, I’ll avoid mentioning the boyfriend. Michael would go ballistic if I described what I actually saw at the restaurant last night.”

I swallow as I recall how handy Matt and I became at the pub. We pawed at each other like two sex starved teenagers before heading out to our great night in his bedroom. I clench as I recall how great our hookup felt last evening.

I nod in gratitude, “Thanks for being tactful, Jacob. It means a lot to me. I’ll ask my mother to give you a few leads in Miami.” He nods his head in agreement and smiles at last.

We talk a bit more then head off in our separate directions. My appetite has vanished. I return to the office and throw myself into my editing work. I need to avoid thinking about my discussion with Jacob or I’ll lose it completely.

My dinner with Matt at Le Pigeon goes well. We drink a light and fruity D’Asti while eating a green curry scallop risotto and a medley of seafood with the most amazing hollandaise sauce. It’s scrumptious. Matt’s still in his romantic mood from last night as we talk about our respective workdays. I’m going to return to my condominium tonight to change clothes and catch up on cleaning it.

He gazes into my eyes as we finish eating. “Are you going to tell me about your luncheon date with Jacob today?” He’s friendly and calm as he asks the question.

“Matt, it wasn’t much of anything. We just caught up on real estate issues. He’s trying to develop contacts in the Portland area. He’s interested in selling the sort of condos that appeal to young up and coming professionals. The same type of units that he and I sold in Miami, Florida,” I explain lightly.

“The kind of condominiums that you sold with your mother?” I nod.

“He told me how shocked and surprised he was to see me in town. It really threw him to learn that I’m no longer selling real estate. I guess I never told him much about my college degree and job experience with newspapers and journalism,” I explain carefully.

Matt strokes his chin and observes, “Then, I guess Jacob didn’t know you all that well.”

I agree, “He was a business friend. I certainly didn’t have a personal relationship with him if that’s what you’re thinking.”

It feels good to assure Matt about my background with Jacob. I don’t want to mention how well Jacob knew Michael. In fact, it would be ideal if I could avoid any mention of Jacob’s role in Michael’s life.

“He certainly seemed to take more than a business friend’s interest in you last evening.” Matt’s quite perceptive and not one to easily let the subtle issues drop.

“It’s probably due to the fact that he was shocked to see me,” I tell him though I know it’s an unconvincing statement.

“Is there anything more you want to tell me about this Jacob guy?” Matt asks. He’s relentless with his questions but I’m determined to have a wonderful evening with my guy.

“He’s already left for the return trip to Florida. Does that make you happy?” I flirt openly with my date and kiss him lightly on the lips. Matt’s diverted at last.

Matt looks into my eyes and his pupils dilate. He pulls me closer and kisses me with conviction. “The wine really gave me a buzz. How about you, Megan?”