Chapter 133

Matt kissed my neck, and I turned my face into the pillow to give him better access. He trailed kisses down my throat, then along my bare collarbone. My t-shirt already lay in a heap on the floor, along with his. We spent the first part of the afternoon watching movies and talking, but that had quickly devolved into making out.

I ran my hands up his bare back, his muscles rippling as he shifted his weight onto his left arm. He dragged his wide palm up my bare stomach until he reached my breast. He cupped me through my bra, his hot mouth finding mine.

A soft groan escaped my lips, and he smiled.

I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him back a little. He leaned onto his side to give me some room, and I sat up to take off my bra. I could feel his eyes on me as I undid the hooks and threw it to the floor. We hadn’t seen each other naked since the night in the hot tub, but I hadn’t been me then, not really. I wanted him to see me now as me, Celeste, and no one else.

I undid the button on my jeans and shoved them down my legs. He didn’t comment, but when I glanced at him, his eyes were glued to my thighs as I kicked off the pants. He noticed me looking and gave me a lazy smile.

My socks came off next, but I stopped at my underwear. “Your turn,” I said.

He gave me a cheeky grin, but quickly removed his jeans and socks. I traced my eyes over his wide, muscular thighs, all the way down to his feet. When I dragged my gaze back up, I caught sight of the bulge in his dark briefs, and I felt my cheeks color.

By the time I met his gaze again, his eyes were glued to my face. “We don’t have to do this,” he said.

“I just want to do what we said. You owe me a rain check, remember?”

He nodded and leaned over me again. I fell back onto the pillow and kissed him eagerly. His hands traced the lines of my body, lingering almost reverently on my curves. “Like I said,” he murmured, “curves in all the right places.”

I curled my fingers into his hair, giving the thick strands a soft tug. He groaned and kissed me again, his tongue moving against mine. Heat pooled in my core, settling between my legs. I wanted him to touch me, all of me.

“Matt,” I said, my words quickly turning to a moan as he sucked at the skin below my collarbone. “I want you to touch me.”

He looked up, his blue eyes shining. “Touch you where?” he said.

I took his hand in mine and dragged it down my body, stopping between my thighs. “There.”

He smiled and kissed my chest, moving down to my breasts. His tongue flicked over my nipple as he rubbed lazy circles over my panties. My back arched, and I groaned.

“There?” he said, pausing to look up at me again.

I nodded, perhaps too enthusiastically. He chuckled and leaned back to help me out of my underwear. It joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, and suddenly I was completely bare in front of him. A part of me wanted to hide, but the heated look in his eyes quickly made my insecurities go away.

“I want to taste you,” he said. “Is that alright?”

“Yes,” I breathed. The thought of it made pressure gather in my core.

He moved further down the bed, getting comfortable between my thighs. My heart drummed against my chest, and I tensed in anticipation. The soft sweep of his tongue made my entire body jolt.

He did it again, and again. “Matt,” I groaned, digging my fingers into his hair. He didn’t stop, just wrapped his arms around my legs. I didn’t want him to ever stop.

“Matt,” I said again, my voice breathier than usual. I’d never felt anything like it, not even in the bathtub with him. This was entirely different, and the sensations were almost too much. I turned my face into the pillow, my breaths coming faster as pleasure rolled through me.

As the pressure built, I started to worry that my heart would stop. I didn’t think it had ever beat this fast. I tugged on his hair, and he gave a low moan. The feeling of it sent ripples of pleasure through me. My legs felt weak with it.

The pleasure reached a dizzying height. I writhed against him, my hands in his hair and my face still buried in the pillow. Then, suddenly, I broke. I gasped, moving against him as the pleasure rolled through me in waves. When it was over, I collapsed onto the mattress, my body limp.

He kissed the inside of my thigh, then climbed back up my body. His mouth found mine, and he kissed me hard.

“That was–” I started, but before I could finish, a heavy knock on the door interrupted me.

Matt looked up, a scowl on his face. His dark hair fell into his eyes. “Go away,” he called.

“Matt, it’s me.” I recognized Enzo’s voice.

“I wouldn’t care if you were God Himself,” he answered. “Fuck off.”

“Please, it’s Nina.”

Matt sat up straighter when he heard the urgency in his tone. “Alright, give me a minute.”

He gave me an apologetic look, then got up and started pulling on his clothes. My legs still felt weak, but I managed to get up and get my jeans and shirt back on. Matt waited a few minutes before he crossed the room and pulled open the door.

Enzo was standing on the other side, a frantic look on his face. He didn’t seem to even notice that I was there.

“What happened?” Matt asked in a low voice.

“She was attacked,” Enzo replied. I gasped, and his gaze flew to mine. “I’m sorry,” he said, his gaze widening as he took the two of us in. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

I just shook my head. “Is she okay?”

“She’ll be fine.” He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “I should’ve been there,” he muttered, turning back to Matt. “I shouldn’t have let her go out alone.”

“Where is she?”

“My room. She wants to talk to you.”

Matt nodded and looked back at me. After a moment of consideration, he held out his hand. Enzo watched but said nothing as I crossed the room and laced my fingers through his. He locked the door behind us, then we followed Enzo through the dorm. His room was on the top floor, and we had to take the elevator up. I didn’t know if Nina lived somewhere in the building too, or if she had her own place somewhere else.

His room was at the far end of the hall, and he paused outside the door. “Are you sure about this?” Enzo asked. I knew he was talking about me.

“I’m sure,” Matt answered, a hard edge to his voice.

Enzo just nodded, then opened the door.

His room was bigger than Matt’s. There was enough space for a double bed, a small kitchenette, and a wide bathroom. I took it all in with wide eyes until my gaze landed on the small figure lying in the center of the bed.

Nina’s head was propped up on the pillows, and her shirt was off. Her torso was wrapped in a series of white bandages beneath her black sports bra. Blood marred the side of the white cloth, and she had a shallow cut along the side of her face. Bruises covered her arms and her pale face. She still wore a pair of black cargo pants, but it wasn’t hard to guess that her legs were also bruised.

“God, Nina,” Matt said, coming to stand at the end of the bed. He brought me with him, my hand still clenched in his.

She eyed me for a moment, before looking over at Matt. “It’s nothing,” she said. “I’ll heal. You know that.”

Matt nodded. “What happened? Enzo said you wanted to talk.”

“Yes.” She looked at me again.

“We can trust her,” Matt said, noting her stare. I shifted as she continued to scrutinize me.

“I won’t tell a soul,” I added.

“If you trust her, then we will as well,” she finally said, turning back to Matt. “I was attacked.”

“By whom?”

She grimaced, her gaze finding mine again. “The Schreibers. Who else?”