Always Be Mine~ (9 page)

“
One… I mean, including you Matthew.” She whispers, looking down at her pillow, drawing something with her finger on the comforter.

HOLY FUCK! This woman is a fucking virgin. OH SHIT! Ok
… Don’t act like this is a big deal. At least I don’t have to beat anyone with a bat now. I’m relieved. And still terrified, Shit!

“
What? Why? I mean did something happen?” I ask her. I mean she’s beautiful. She has the biggest heart of anyone I ever met. I can’t believe this.

“
No, nothing like that. After my mom passed away, it was just me and my dad. I watched over him. I cooked for him. I took care of him, he took care of me. I dated, but I never found anyone important enough to sleep with. I remember one conversation I had with my father.

I am sure he needed to tell me this probably because he didn
’t really like the guy I was seeing at the time. But what he told me, made perfect sense to me. And I always recited it before I ever acted on a feeling.

He told me, Emma, if you only remember one thing I tell you, remember this. You can never go back. It will never be enough if you go back. If you hold hands, you can
’t go back to just waving. If you kiss someone, you can’t go back to just holding hands. If you sleep with someone, you can’t jus go back to kissing. So no matter you decide, just remember you really can’t go back. No matter whom it is.” She explains.

I am playing with her hair as she talks to me. Twirling her hair in my fingers, watching it slip between my fingers. Repeating the same thing.

“Good advice your dad gave you.” I tell her.

“
So then, after high school, I was given a full ride scholarship to NYU. I went, started going through everything architecture. I was really excited. Sad of course about leaving my dad, but he assured me we would talk and email each other and see each other a lot. After my first year, I found out he was sick. MS. He had to retire and I left school to help him here. I worked my way from the bottom up to where I am at the firm I work for. And your company was the first one I took care of on my own.” She explained with a shrug.

“
You’re amazing. You know that?” I tell her.

“
I don’t think you realize how amazing you really are Emma. I mean, God, you gave up your entire dream of your college and scholarship…” I explain.

She shakes her head.
“No, I don’t feel like that. I couldn’t leave him here alone. But after a while, when I was gone from work, he would get hurt. Trying to things around here. He started with a cane, and ended up in a wheel chair. After awhile, it broke my heart, but I couldn’t work and take care of him at the same time. I helped too much with the finances to leave work. And he couldn’t stay alone. We tried a few nurses, but with everything he needed, living here wasn’t working out too well for him. So that’s how he ended up in the nursing home. This ended up being terrible. But the only thing we could afford.” She explains as she gives a little shiver.

I motion for her to sit up, pulling the comforter and sheet down; I pull her into it and fold us into the blankets. They smell like flowers and vanilla, like she does.

As she lies back down, I pull her back into my chest. This time, with her back to my chest, I wrap my arm around her, moving her hair off towards the bed, I kiss her shoulder. She feels so good in my arms.

“
I’m sorry Matthew. I didn’t mean to kill the mood for you.” She says, sounding sad.

“
You didn’t ruin anything baby. I am so glad you told me all of this. I feel bad you didn’t have any support. No other family?” I ask her as I kiss the back of her neck, keeping her body up against mine holding her to me. I feel protective of her now.

“
No, my parents moved out here when they first married. The age difference between them caused my mom’s family to go against their wishes and plans for her. After she left to be with my dad, they basically wrote her off. Even after I came, her family was always invited. But they never wanted to visit. When she passed away, they didn’t even come for that. After they couldn’t even come to her wake or funeral, I wrote them off in my head. If she wasn’t good enough for them, they weren’t good enough for me to ever pursue them. My father being much older than my mother, he was an only child and his parents have passed away already.” She tells me.

“
You smell so good.” I say into her hair. As I breathe her in. She laughs.

“
So are you upset with me? No longer feel the desire to be with me anymore?” She asks.

This really floors me. I can
’t believe she would even think that, let alone actually say it out loud.

“
You’re not serious right?” I ask her

“
If anything, Emma, I just want more now. To be honest, when you first told me there was one person, I was trying to figure out a way to get his name so I could find him and beat the living shit out of him with a bat.” So really, I am glad I don’t need to go kill anyone tonight.” I say, making her laugh.

“
Want to get something to eat? It’s got to be close to dinner time and neither of us ate anything since I was too wrapped up into you on that wonderful sofa of yours.” I say kissing her up and down her arm.

“
Ok and nothing fancy. I don’t want to get dressed up today. Besides, it’s the weekend. I want to relax.” She tells me turning in my arms to face me.

I kiss her forehead, then the tip of her nose.
“I have the perfect idea.” I tell her and kiss her mouth real quick. I pull the blankets back; I lean in and nudge my face into her neck growling as I tickle her, making her squeal. “Matthew, stop that tickles.” She says laughing. This only adds fuel to the fire for me, doing it more and longer. After I have her begging me to stop because she is going to pee on herself, I sit up.

“
Ok, you find some jeans and a sweater or something comfy to wear. I am going to make a call and get a surprise ready for us.” I tell her as I jump out of her bed; I pad over and grab my shirt and pants. Walking over to door, I turn around and she her sitting up in her bed, holding the covers to her chest, staring at me.

“
Oh, pack and over night bag.” I say winking at her and hurry out to give her some space to get ready.

After making a couple calls, I get her packed and into my car. She has her hair down, she
’s in jeans and a sweater and looks delicious. Her sweater, matching her eyes, All I can think of is buying her emeralds to match her eyes. We drive off, I am excited about the surprise I have for her.

Chapter 10~Emma

I can
’t believe I told him all of that. And now we are going God knows where for dinner? He is so amazing. I’m almost afraid something is going to wake me from this dream.

After about 30 minutes, we arrive at a place I am sure doesn
’t have a diner, let alone a restaurant.

“
Um, Matthew where are we going for dinner?” I ask looking out all over the place. “I don’t see any drive through or diner around here.” I explain.

“
It’s going to be a private dinner.” He explains with a grin. Matthew has been holding my hand the entire time practically driving. When he needed to use both hands for a turn or something, when he was done, he reached back over and grabs my hand to hold it again. It really felt good to have someone give so much attention to me. Scared the shit out of me, but it really felt good too.

“
Here we are my little love bug.” He chirps with a chuckle.

“
Love bug? Matthew, where are we? We are sitting near a plane. What, you think we can get someone to serve us dinner here? A picnic or what, on a plane? Come on, no one around here will do that. Let’s just go to grab a burger in some drive thru or something.” I explain. Trying to convince him that a picnic out here is really not possible.

“
Come on. Let’s go.” He says, opening his door, running around grabbing my door, Matthew pulls me out, wraps his arm around me and dives in to plant a big kiss on my mouth. Ok, so I’ll humor him and play make believe.
“Ah… Matthew?” I say looking nervous as we get closer to some plane. I am sure we are going to get arrested now. Maybe he lost his marbles or something.

“
Hmm?” He says looking down to me smiling.

“
Ah, I am pretty sure we are going to get arrested for trespassing. So let’s just…” I whisper trying to pull him with both hands now to stop. And without any luck I might add. Damn he is strong.

“
Good evening Mr. Daniels.” Some man says, greeting us near the plane’s door. They shake hands.

“
Good evening Charlie. Everything all set?” He asks looking back down to me. And then he laughs apparently my look of fear and confusion is amusing.

“
Matthew…” I whisper.

“
Yes Sir. Everything is ready to go.” Charlie guy says back to Matthew.

“
Great. Bags are in the car, if you don’t mind.” Matthew says and pulls my hand to follow him in the plane.

Charlie nods, and runs off to the car. Matthew pulls me into this plane.

“Oh my God, Matthew. Are we going to get arrested for being in here? I am sure this is illegal. What are we doing?” I whisper in a frantic whisper scream.

“
Yeah, its not happening baby, No one is getting arrested. We are not getting in trouble or doing anything illegal. He plops me down in a chair that is beyond first class. Matthew buckles me in, and sits down next to me, doing the same thing for himself.

There is a nice table in front of us, and two other plush chairs on the other side of the table facing back to us.

“Good evening Sir.” Some older woman says to Matthew. “Hi Mary, How are you?”

Very well Sir. Thank you for asking. What may I get you and your guest?
” She asks.

“
Mary, this is Emma. Emma is very special to me. So please, if I am not around and she needs anything, please make sure she gets it for me?” Matthew says back to Mary.

“
Very good, Sir. Hello Emma, I am very pleased to meet you. As Mr. Daniels said, my name is Mary. What may I offer you to drink?” She politely asks me.
I think I am in shock. I don’t know what to say. I just look at Matthew. I swallow and look back at Mary.

“
Water please?” I say sort of not sure what to ask for.

She smiles and nods.
“And for you Sir?” She asks, looking at Matthew. “Vodka cranberry please.” He tells her. “Very good Sir, I shall be right back. Salads will be served one we are cleared for take off and have gained to altitude.” Mary confirms for Matthew.

“
Very good, thanks Mary.” Matthew says.

No sooner does he get those words out, I look back to him.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask him a little worried now.

“
We are going to go on a little mini weekend trip. I did hear you tell your father you were going to stop by next week, right?” He asks.

I nod.

“So, you have the weekend off, I gave myself the weekend off, and now we are both going to go on a little get away.” He explains. Like it’s the most logical thing he has ever said.

“
Ah, ok, and so who’s plane are we hijacking? I mean, at I’ll know if anyone should ask when we get arrested. Or killed.” I tell him

Matthew laughs.
“Emma. I would never put you in danger. Not you. So that is something you don’t have to worry about. Ok?” He tells me, which puts my mind at ease a bit.

“
We are going to Florida for the weekend. And this is my plane.” He tells me.

Mary arrives with our drinks. I ask her for one of what Matthew is drinking, and accept the bottle of water while I wait. After I pull my chin off the table in front of us, I gulp down half the bottle of water in a hurry.

“WHAT!” It’s not really a question. More like a shock statement.

“
This is
your
plane? You can’t be serious Matthew.”

“
Oh, I am so serious.” He says.

Mary comes back; I think I thanked her for the drink. I finished it before we took off.

Once we got into the air, I pried my hands off of Matthews. I am positive, by the look on his face; he was keeping his thoughts to himself of how I might have broken his hand from my white knuckle grasp on it as we took off.

Our salads we served and I was apparently hunger and didn
’t know it.

We finished our salads. Mary came by to take out plates.

“So where are we going?” I ask looking around touching everything like a little kid on their first plane ride. Smiling and getting all excited.

“
We my love bug, are going to Florida. Ft. Myers Beach to be exact.” Matthew says as Mary brings out our dinner.

And low and behold, guess what it was
… You got it. The orgasm lobster and crab stuffed shells.