Rebound (33 page)

“
Why? What are you so
afraid of?” She asked with concern in her eyes.

“
Honestly, I’m afraid he
actually is using me. Maybe just for sex. I’m still questioning why
this perfect man, in every sense of the word, wants me. And when
that bitch said that, she confirmed my insecurities.”

“
I told you to enjoy this.
He obviously likes you. A man that’s using a woman wouldn’t take
her to meet his family.”

“
I agree. However, I’ll
ask him on Saturday when I see how things go. I should get back to
work. Thank you. I’ll meet you at the dress shop at 11?”

“
Yes. See you then,
sweetie.” I blew her a kiss.

I walked back to the office and worked
until the end of my shift. The time arrived for me to do my closing
routine. I gathered my things and walked to the door to lock down
the office. I heard my name called. I turned to my left, toward the
direction of the male voice. I saw Eric, the member I’d signed up a
week ago approach me.

“
Hi, Perla.”

“
Hi, Eric.”

“
You
remembered.”

“
I have a knack for
remembering members who’ve shamelessly flirted with me.” He stood
uncomfortably close. I put my overnight bag on the ground and
crossed my arms, hoping he’d get the message to give me space. He
was close to Matt’s height so I had to look up. He wasn’t at all
concerned with how sweaty he was, and wiped his neck with his
towel.

He grinned, “I just want to thank you
again for the tour and signing me up. I’m enjoying the
club.”

“
Great. Have you met any
Boston girls that could show you about town?” He was a nice guy,
but the relentlessly flirtatious type.

“
Not yet. I only have eyes
for a special woman.” His eyes gleamed when he said that. From the
corner of my eyes I saw a shape walking toward us. I turned my head
slightly and saw Matt. His eyes were dark with no hint of
excitement to see me. His hardened jaw and tense closed lips told
me that he wasn’t happy. I smiled despite the scene I expected Matt
to make.

“
Perla?” Matt
called.

“
Hi.” I said with
excitement in my voice. Eric stepped back and I turned toward Matt,
giving him a peck on the lips. Matt held me, extending the kiss
longer than necessary. He was obviously staking his claim for
Eric’s benefit. I realized I needed to make introductions with
clear titles. “Eric, this is my boyfriend, Dr. Mathias Keene. Matt,
this is Eric. I signed him up last week. He was just telling me
that he’s enjoying the services.” Both men shook hands.

“
Nice meeting you, Eric.”
Matt said.

“
Same here. I’ll catch you
another time, Perla. Take care.” He smiled and gave a quick wave as
he backed away and walked off.”

“
Well. Are you ready to go
home?” Matt asked gruffly. I nodded. He looked angry and on edge.
He grabbed my bag from the floor and took my hand in his. He held
onto my hand firmly, I’d say, possessively. I stroked my thumb over
his trying to soften his grip, just like I did at the
club.

“
Is something wrong?” I
asked, tugging him to slow his pace.

“
No. Just want to get you
home.” He said.

We walked in silence until we reached
his car in the parking lot. He peeled out of the garage and drove
me toward my place. I tried making conversation, but his responses
were terse. He didn’t look my way during the drive. Worst of all,
he didn’t hold my hand like he normally does when we’re in the car.
When we arrived close to my place, he parked in an available spot a
block away. He pulled my bag out of the back seat as I exited my
side and closed the door. I was starting to get angry at his
behavior. I couldn’t understand why he was so cold toward me. I
hugged myself. My hands under my arms, protecting myself from the
sad emotions that were starting to take over.

When we arrived, I picked up my mail
and unlocked the front door. He walked in behind me, climbing the
steps. My legs dragged up the stairs, heavy from the weight of the
dread I was feeling due to his distance. I unlocked my door and
went in, holding the door for him. He took the handle and closed
the door, locking each lock as I set down my keys and mail, and
took off my jacket.

“
What’s wrong?” Without
responding to my question, he pounced on me. He kissed me deeply
and furiously, lifting me up on his body. He hauled me to my bed,
set me down and started tearing my clothes off my body as he kissed
me.

He pushed me gently on the bed and
laid me down, lifting my leg and slipping off my shoes one by one.
I watched him as he quickly took off his clothes. He ran his
fingers along my body before he straddled me. His large hands
caressed and squeezed my breasts. My nipples hardened under his
touch. He seemed to be in a trance, acting, but not speaking. He
kneeled forward over my torso, clutching my breasts in his hand. He
lightly rubbed my nipples with his hands, and I gasped and ground
my pelvis upwards. Matt squeezed my breasts together and reared
back, plunging his erect cock in between my breasts. It was so
erotic.

I licked the head of his cock and he
paused while I took a couple of inches of his cock into my mouth
and sucked. He moaned with pleasure, and returned to pumping my
breasts, grunting his satisfaction. I stroked his thighs,
encouraging him to continue his drives, wanting him to get the
fulfillment he desperately needed. His moans became more guttural
and I knew he was about to come. He pulled back and grasped his
cock, stroking as his cream shot out onto my breasts. When he
stopped, he rubbed his release on my chest. He had claimed
me.

I’ve read about this. Ben never did
it. I guess I wasn’t worth it to him. I thought Matt was being
aggressive because he didn’t want me going home. He stood up and
went to the bathroom. I heard the water running, and after he shut
it off, he came back to the room with a washcloth. He still didn’t
utter a word, even as he cleaned me up with the damp cloth. He
reached in his jeans, pulled out his wallet, and retrieved a
condom. At least he was prepared. He was still fiery, stroking his
cock to prolong his erection. He rolled on the condom, parted my
legs with his own, and entered me without checking to see if I was
ready for him. I gasped at his abrupt entry.

I was ready, wet enough and wanting
him, even under a jealous rage for which I had no control over. He
drove into me deeply and slowly, bucking into my pelvis. I
whimpered with each strike. “You’re mine!” He clutched my ass with
both hands and pummeled in and out of me. “All mine.” Surprisingly,
I reveled in his possession. I’d been feeling so unsure, but I felt
like this act was one of passion and need. This control was to keep
me in his life because he wanted me . . . liked me . . . maybe,
even loved me?

“
I’m yours, Matt. I told
you that.” He pounded within, and I felt my climax building. He
continued his forceful thrusts. With one hand on my lower body and
the other at the base of my neck, he lifted me with him as he
leaned back on his knees and sat on his calves. He ground me onto
his cock. My forehead went into the crook of his neck. My sensitive
nipples scrapped along his taut chest. His chest hair tickled my
flesh. It was all that my clit could take and I climaxed. I bit my
lower lip, preventing myself from yelling out. He growled in my ear
as he rammed into me. “Please, come for me, baby.” I begged him. I
needed him to finish. The orgasm was intense, but in suppressing my
emotions, I was physically done.

With a few more thrusts he came with a
grunt. He held me tight against his body. I could feel his heart
beating fast and his breath jagged from exertion. After a while, he
lowered me onto the bed. He shifted us to lie down face to face on
our sides in the narrow bed, keeping me close to his body. He
kissed me. I hated the silence. I gave him time to recover before
starting a conversation. I slowly caressed his back with the tips
of my fingers.

I pulled away from him, and looked
into his eyes. “What was that about?” He leaned in for a kiss and I
backed away. “Don’t evade the question. What’s wrong?” I asked
quietly. He turned away, avoiding my eyes.

“
Nothing. I just needed
you.” He answered gruffly.

“
I get how you may have
needed me, Matt, but that seemed more like you were staking your
claim.” He pulled out his flaccid cock, rose up off the bed and
retrieved his underwear. He walked to the bathroom. I figured he
was going to throw away the condom. One of the things I didn’t miss
from marriage was the mood swings a man experiences. I used to deal
with Ben’s mood swings, and towards the end, I only got one
mood—indifference.

I got up from the bed and retrieved an
old, large V-neck t-shirt and loose shorts to wear. Matt exited the
bathroom. He went to his clothes and started pulling on his jeans.
His muscles flexed as he balanced himself to slip on the pant
legs.

“
Matt, before you leave. I
just want you to know that I respect what we have and I would never
do anything to disrespect you by flirting or seeing another man. I
don’t know what you’ve experienced in other relationships, but I
plan on just being with you. For the last couple of days, you’ve
made statements about being yours. We’ve established that. I’ve
agreed with that. Yet, tonight, after you found me talking to a
male member of the gym, you got caveman on me. All that was needed
to complete the caveman scene was you clubbing me over the head and
dragging me by the hair.” He looked embarrassed.

“
My ex-wife cheated on me.
She denied it, but all the signs were there. She didn’t want me
anymore. I gave her all of me and she took away every part of her,
piece by piece. I just don’t want that to happen with us.” I wasn’t
surprised by the revelation. I’d suspected that he was compensating
for his previous relationship.

“
I’ve given you all of me,
Matt. My blinders are up when it comes to you because I don’t look
at anyone else.”

“
Really? Because it seemed
like you’re blinders were down when you were talking to that
guy.”

I knew it. He fucked me because Eric
had approached me. “He’s a member. I signed him up. We were talking
about the gym. We started talking seconds before you walked in.” I
said through gritted teeth.

“
I don’t like the way he
looks at you.” His face tensed and his eyes darkened.

“
How does he look at me,
Matt because I don’t see what you do? We’ve talked about this
before. I don’t see it. I never have, and I probably never will.
I’ve only been with one man before you, and now I’m with you. So
what’s this look?”

“
He was too close. Almost
like he wanted to grab you and fuck you right there in the gym.” He
ran his fingers through his hair, turning away from me. “He wants
to take you from me.” He was right about the closeness. Also, Eric
didn’t keep his interests in me to himself.

“
How about the next time
you see a man trying to take me away from you, you point it out to
me so I know what you’re talking about. Or better yet, piss on me
in front of him so he knows that this bitch is yours.”

He turned to look at me and said,
“Don’t be gross, Perla.” His lips curled in disgust.

“
You pretty much did that.
Yet the message was not given to Eric, it was given to me. You have
me.” I walked up to him and stroked his chest. My hands slid up to
his neck. With my hands around his head, I lifted up on my tip toes
and pulled him into a deep kiss. My tongue caressing his tongue,
hoping that I could convince him of how I feel, of how he makes me
feel, without having to say the three little words that I haven’t
said to a lover in years.

“
Your ex-wife fucked up a
relationship with a wonderful, gorgeous, giving man. She had
issues. You weren’t compatible with her. We can make this work, if
we communicate and understand each other. So fuck me because you
want me, not because you’re trying to prove a point to someone else
whom isn’t even in the room with us.” I demanded. “But you can
still tell me that I’m yours. I like that.” I smiled, and kissed
him. He kissed me eagerly, groaning with the passion emanating from
us.

He pulled away and brought his
forehead to touch mine. “I’m sorry to have mistreated you like
that. I just wanted to . . .”

“
Pound into me how you
feel?” I asked with a smirk.

“
You have a way with
words.” He retorted. I laughed. “Can I stay?” He whispered. I
didn’t expect that. I was hoping for space, but it isn’t the time
to reject him.

“
No way! That bed is too
small for two people. You have to go home and sleep in your king
bed because this one is just enough for me.” I said in
jest.

“
Oh, come on. We can sleep
together like we’re in a college dorm.”

“
Like what?”

“
You know, sleeping in the
twin size beds in the dorms. You sleep pressed together. You’ll
sleep inside so you don’t fall of the bed, and I’ll sleep outside
so I can push you to the wall and take up most of the bed.” He
laughed. I looked at him incredulously.

“
I never lived on campus.
It doesn’t sound pleasant . . .” I said giving him a kiss. “I’d
love for you to press me into the wall and kick me all night, you
wild sleeper, you.”