Matty’s hands stay locked on my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me hard and fast up against the wall. The sensations racing through my body are overwhelming, every nerve ending alight, his cock punching against a spot deep inside that has me coming undone. My orgasm hits like a freight train, body shuddering with pleasure as I scream his name.
He punches forward in a final, brutal thrust, burying himself deep and coming right along with me. Warmth floods my insides, my inner walls quivering around him as he shudders a ragged breath. Banding one arm around my waist, he throws hisother hand up against the wall to brace himself, holding me tight against him as we both fight to catch our breath.
I’m completely blissed out, slack and sated as Matty eases out of me and spins me around, those gorgeous blue eyes locking on mine. A satisfied smile tugs at his lips as he leans in to steal a kiss, and with it, my soul.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
the talk
MATTY
The hallways are dark and vacant as Blair and I make our way from the locker room to my dorm, the quiet slap of her flip-flops against her heels echoing in the space around us. She agreed to come back to my room so we could talk, but as we approach the door, her pace slows like she’s having second thoughts. I try to hurry and unlock it before she has a chance to change her mind, but the anxious tremble in my hands has me fumbling with the key.
Blair stands to the side silently watching me struggle, dressed in a simple pair of cotton sleep shorts and a thin tank top. Her face is free of makeup, dark hair still damp from the showers. There’s no denying she’s gorgeous when she’s all done up, but I think I actually prefer this relaxed, natural look on her. Stripped bare of all the primp and polish, she’s more herself– raw and real and undeniably beautiful.
By the time I finally manage to get the door unlocked and push it open, she hasn’t run off yet, so I take that as a good sign. She follows me inside, pausing to sweep her curious gaze over the barren space as I flip on the light and close the door behind us.
Though everything is neat and clean, like always, I feel a little awkward as I watch Blair take stock of my living quarters for the first time. Compared to her own space, it’s jarringly simplistic– just the basic furnishings, woefully plain and devoid of any personal touches. She strides further into the room, stopping in front of the solitary poster on the wall. Her posture relaxes as she studies it, resting a hand on her hip.
“Should I be worried?” she asks, tilting her head and shooting me a teasing smirk. “Are you obsessed with me?”
I snort a laugh, feeling some of the tension in my muscles drain away. “What do you mean?”
She points up at the poster. “Don’t act like it’s a coincidence that the only picture on your wall happens to be the same as my desktop background at work.”
I step over to join her, standing close enough to smell the delicate floral scent of her shampoo. “Noticed that, huh?”
“I notice everything,Isaac,” she replies with a click of her tongue, narrowing her eyes on me. “Explain yourself.”
I shrug a shoulder, stabbing my fingers through my hair. “To be honest, I don’t really get art,” I admit. “But I decided I needed something on the wall, so I got this weird abstract poster first– which I kinda hated– so I replaced it with this one. Still don’t get it, but I like it. Mostly because it reminds me of you.” I flicker her a sideways glance, lips spreading into a sheepish grin. “I asked you about your desktop background our first day working together, remember?”
Blair’s expression softens, a faint blush touching the apples of her cheeks. “So youareobsessed with me,” she teases.
My grin widens. “Definitely.”
She snorts a laugh, knocking her shoulder into mine as she turns to swing her gaze around the room once more. “This place doesn’t even look lived in,” she muses, that playful smirk stillpulling at her lips. “Not gonna lie, you’re giving off slight serial killer vibes here.”
“I’m just used to keeping things neat and tidy,” I reply. “I grew up as a military brat, and my parents were strict on that kind of stuff. The Guild was the same. This is the first time I’ve had the freedom to do my own thing, so I guess I’m still trying to unlearn old habits and figure out what my own preferences are.”
I watch as Blair considers my explanation, her chin bobbing in a shallow nod. While it’s a little embarrassing to admit that I don’t really know what I like, it’s better than her thinking I’m some kind of robot who can’t even function as a normal person.
While she continues judging my space, I cross over to the bed, sinking down to sit on the edge and patting the mattress beside me in invitation. “Wanna come sit?” I ask, cocking a brow. “Promise I’m not a serial killer.”
She scoffs a laugh and rolls her eyes, though she hesitates for a few more seconds before moving to join me. The mattress dips under her weight as she lowers herself onto the edge, kicking her flip-flops off before scooching back and tucking her legs up underneath her.
“So,” I begin, shifting a little closer. “Are you ready to tell me what’s going on?”
She averts her gaze, dark hair falling in a curtain to cover her face. I brush my fingers against the back of her hand in a show of support, giving her time to collect her thoughts without letting her retreat too far, but she’s silent for so long I start to wonder whether this long-awaited conversation will ever happen.
“Blair.” I duck my head, trying to meet her eyes. “You can tell me anything.”
She finally looks up at me, her brow furrowed deeply as she chews on the inside of her cheek.
I reach out and brush a thumb across her cheek to get her to stop chewing on it. “You always do this when you’re nervous,” I point out.
She rolls her eyes, making a face at me, but she doesn’t shrink away from my touch. If anything, she leans into it.
“You make me nervous,” she mutters, dark hair falling back over her face as she lowers her head.
