Legally Yours (7 page)

He pushed back from her, making sure he
looked into her eyes when he spoke. “Let's just have some pizza and
relax, now. And if you want me to go home after that, I will. I
don't want to crowd you. But I do warn you that I'm not going to
give up on this—whatever it is between us—without a fight.”

Julie nodded.

“Plus,” he said, grabbing her hand and
pulling her into the living room, “I believe there was something
else on that list of yours that I promised to help you with.”

He saw her eyes flare with heat.

“Yeah?” she asked, all but purring with
interest. “What's that?”

“I believe there was something about trying
something new?”

“I think I recall that,” she said, her
stomach tightening with excitement.

“Well,” he whispered against her ear, “I
brought toys.”

Holy god
.

“Toys?” Did her voice always sound that
squeaky?

“Mmm hmm.” He trailed kisses from her ear to
her mouth. “I think you’ll like them,” he said, his voice husky as
he lightly bit her lower lip

The only toys that had been in Julie’s
apartment since Lily had outgrown them were the legos Cissy’s
little boy brought to play with when she occasionally babysat for
him. The kind of toys Matt was talking about gave Julie a flutter
of panic mixed with anticipation in her belly.

Deciding retreat might be the best method of
defusing the situation, she took her wine and walked back into the
den to stare out the wide bank of windows overlooking Rushton
Park.

On a crisp Friday evening, the patch of green
was crowded with people walking their dogs, playing touch football,
enjoying the last gasp of warmth before fall set in for good.
“Whatcha thinking about?”

His deep voiced question, was followed by the
feel of strong arms slipping around her from behind.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

Julie sighed. This was why she hated
relationships. Sometimes she just wanted to keep her thoughts to
herself. And since she was a terrible liar—one of the reasons she’d
decided she would make a terrible lawyer—men were always able to
tell when she was hiding something from them. Even when it was
something that was, as David had told Clay the other day, none of
their damn business.

“If you want me to go, I’ll go,” he said
quietly. Though he made no move to release her from their
embrace.

Did she want him to go? A gut check told her
that she didn’t. Whatever havoc this man was able to wreak on her
carefully constructed life, the past week had been the most
exhilarating thing she’d experienced in a long time. And she didn’t
want him to go. Not yet anyway.

Turning, she tucked her head into the crook
of his neck and inhaled the intoxicating scent of him. Soap and man
and some other tone that was just him.

“I don’t want you to go,” she said, her cheek
resting against his shoulder.

She felt something relax in his stance. Maybe
she wasn’t the only one taking risks here, she realized. And
somehow the knowledge calmed her.

“Good,” Matt said, resting his chin on her
head. “Because I think some of the toys I brought are illegal in
Alabama. And they’re definitely not returnable.”

She stifled a laugh. “I’ve never done it with
a law breaker before.”

“Baby, I haven’t even shown you my criminal
side yet.”

***

Given that her mind was never far from
anticipation where he was concerned, Julie and Matt managed to have
a fairly relaxed dinner. When she began to pick up the mess on the
table, though, he stopped her.

“Let me get this,” he said, standing up to
stack their plates. “You go take a shower and relax. I'll take care
of the dishes.”

Remembering what he'd said about toys,
Julie's inner muscles clenched. But rather than argue, she simply
kissed him on the cheek and hurried out of the tiny dining room and
into her bedroom.

Grateful for the chance to shave her legs and
trim her bikini line, Julie hopped into the shower. She was unsure
of what to wear when she got out, so wrapped herself in a towel and
padded into the bedroom, where she found Matt stretched out on her
bed his arms bent behind his head.

Still wearing his jeans and tee shirt, he'd
taken off his shoes and socks, and for some reason the sight of his
bare feet made him seem strangely vulnerable.

Pausing in the doorway between the bathroom
and her bedroom, Julie blinked, surprised at the jolt of longing
she felt at seeing him in her bed. Especially when she saw her
fluffy orange cat curled up against his side.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said with a grin.
“Kitty here hopped up next to me and I didn’t have the heart to
tell her no. What can I say? I’m a chick magnet.”

“You may be, but I don’t think Max is there
because he succumbed to your charms,” she said wryly. “When it
starts getting cool any warm body will do. Though he doesn’t
usually like men.”

But, like his mistress, the purring cat had
been charmed by the man now stretched across her bed.

“Take off your towel,” Matt said, the blue of
his eyes almost navy in the lamplight. He sat up, annoying Max, who
leapt to the floor and went in search of another warm spot to nap.
“Let me see you.”

Well, that takes care of deciding what to
wear, Julie thought. No longer shy about being naked with him after
their outdoor interlude, she decided to be bold, untucking the
towel and letting it drop to the floor.

“Perfect,” he said. “Now come here.”

Feeling her own power, she strode toward him
until she reached the bedside.

Never taking his eyes from her, Matt moved
quickly, dropping his feet to the floor, and leaning in to kiss her
thoroughly. Then he turned, pulled back the comforter and the sheet
and gestured for her to lie down.

When she began to lay on her back, he shook
his head. “On your stomach.”

Her apprehension must have shown on her face,
because he reached out a soothing hand to her shoulder. “Trust me.
I wouldn't hurt you. You know that.”

And she did. With a nod, she moved further
onto the bed and turned over onto her stomach.

She heard him move, but when she turned to
see what he was doing, he said. “No peeking.”

Excitement ran through her as she turned her
head to face the other direction, wondering what he was
planning.

She heard the zipper of his jeans, and the
rustling of his clothes as he took them off. And when the bed
dipped as he climbed up behind her, she closed her eyes,
anticipation making her shiver.

“Okay, you can look,” he said, from his
position laid out beside her.

Eager to see what he had in store for her,
Julie turned her head, and saw him holding a small object about the
size of a hotel shampoo.

Puzzled, she looked up at him. “What is
it?”

“This little thing is a very small, but
effective, vibrator.”

Julie felt her heart speed up. “But it’s
so…tiny,” she said. She’d seen vibrators before, of course, but
never one like this.

“It’s big enough to get the job done,” Matt
said with an intense look. “It will where I plan on using it.”

Julie couldn’t
suppress a shiver. Not knowing what Matt planned to do with the toy
was almost as delicious as knowing he was going to do
something
with it.

“Where
are
you planning on using it?”
she asked, swallowing against nervousness in her throat.

“Well, your list said you wanted to try
something different,” he said, his cheeks pinkening slightly. “I
thought maybe you'd want to try an electronically enhanced
experience.”

He looked away. Julie felt her heart
constrict at his embarrassment. He was usually so self-possessed.
To see him lose his cool like this was a brand of intimacy she
hadn’t expected from him.

“Yes,” she said, leaning over to kiss him.
“Let's do it.”

***

What the hell was wrong with him, Matt
wondered. He was acting like a fourteen year old begging for his
first kiss. Something about Julie made him feel vulnerable in a way
he hadn't experienced in years. Maybe ever.

He'd make this good for her, or die trying.
Though he'd be more likely to die from pleasure. He’d used a
vibrator during intercourse before, and if used properly the toy
could make the moment intense for both partners. For now, though,
all he wanted was for Julie to enjoy it.

“Good,” he said, his voice deep with desire.
“Come here for a minute.”

Wordlessly she moved toward him, turned on
her side and touched her mouth to his in a seductive kiss that
quickly turned from sweet to scorching. Her soft hands ran over his
shoulders, his back, his chest.

While their tongues tangled together, Matt
stroked a hand down her front, across her breasts, then down to
that hot, slick place between her legs. In minutes she was moving
against his hand, gasping against him as her sheath tightened
around his fingers. Then, while she was writhing beneath him, he
quickly turned her back onto her stomach, and pulled her up to a
kneeling position.

Positioning himself behind her, he turned on
the vibrator and used it to stroke lightly over the folds of her.
At the first touch Julie almost bolted into the air. “Oh my god,”
she gasped. “That is woooonderful.”

“Tell me about it,” Matt said, his cock
twitching to get inside of her.

He continued to stroke the tiny wand
delicately over her, and soon Julie was rocking her pelvis back
against his hand and the vibrator.

“More,” she demanded, pressing backward. “I
want you inside me.”

“You’ll have me,” he said, moving to cover
her butt and back with his own body. Bracing himself on one arm, he
used the other to press the vibrator into her.

As soon as it breached her, Julie tipped over
the edge.

***

When Matt had suggested adding the vibrator
into their repertoire, Julie had underestimated just how mind
blowing the reality of it would be. Again and again she rocked back
against Matt’s solid body behind her as the little cylinder buzzed
inside her. When the first wave passed, she was startled to realize
that Matt was pressing his erection against her opening. Surely he
wasn’t going to…

“Don’t worry, sugar,” he said into her ear as
he pressed into her. “This is gonna be great for both of us.”

The feel of his cock penetrating her combined
with the vibrations inside her sent Julie over the edge into bliss
once more. And when she came back to herself, she found herself
climbing the peak again as he thrust into her again and again.
There was a desperation in his movements that let Juliet know that
Matt was also enjoying the toy inside her.

One more time, she felt her body moving of
its own volition, pressing back against Matt while his thrusts
began to get more erratic.

“I’m coming,” he gasped, gripping her hips as
he slammed into her. And Julie, her own crisis upon her, braced
herself as the pulsing of her body around his combined with the
vibrations inside her to jolt her into the most powerful orgasm of
her life. Through the fog of pleasure, she felt Matt still inside
her, pressing hard into her as she felt the heat of his release
fill her.

Spent, they collapsed together onto the bed,
neither of them able to move or talk for several minutes.

Finally, Matt disengaged his body from hers
and turned over onto his back.

“That,” he said, still slightly out of
breath, “was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.”

Julie sat up and turned her back to him for a
moment while she removed the vibrator and switched it off. Placing
it on the nightstand, she turned back and snuggled up to Matt.

“When you give a girl a new experience,” she
said, kissing his shoulder, “you don’t mess around.”

At his lack of response, she looked up to see
that he’d fallen asleep. Shrugging slightly, she lay her head down
on him. He deserved a nap, she supposed, yawning herself. After
all, he’d just worked awfully hard. Utterly sated, she closed her
own eyes and went to sleep.

***

The next day, Julie didn't even see Matt
until lunchtime, when he came into the break room with Clay.

“I think he's telling the truth,” Clay said,
pouring himself a cup of coffee. “John Winston hasn't deviated from
his first statement about Lyon's behavior that morning.”

“But that's what makes me think he's lying.”
Matt sat down opposite the small table, where Julie was eating her
lunch and working on the crossword puzzle. “Jules, what do you
think? You've read all the documents for the Lyon's case.”

Aware that Clay was there, Julie flinched at
his use of her nickname, but put down her pen. “Well, his story
does seem a bit rehearsed, but it's been corroborated by everyone
else involved in the case. Even if he is lying there's nothing we
can do about it if he won't recant his testimony.”

“But that's my point,” Matt, said, warming to
his argument. “If we can get Winston to deviate even a little bit
from his story, we can prove that he's been coached by Lyon's
attorneys. And I definitely wouldn't put it past Bill Preston to
feed his witness a story. That guy is a snake.”

“Since I'm the one who's gonna be
cross-examining him then I'm the one who has to decide,” Clay
snapped. “And what Julie thinks is beside the point. She can't make
a legal determination. She's not a lawyer.”

Even though she'd heard it plenty of times
from the other attorneys, coming from Clay, who couldn’t argue his
way out of a potato sack, the dismissal was particularly
infuriating.

“Come on, man,” Matt said. “That's not fair.
She's all but got her law degree. And besides that she's a damn
smart woman. She has a right to her opinion.”

“Look, Matt, you don't have to defend her to
me. I've worked with Julie since I got out of law school. I’m not
denying she’s smart. But she's never stood up in court and
cross-examined a witness. And you know that what happens in the
courtroom can make or break a case.”