Read ROMANCING HER PROTECTOR Online
Authors: Mallory Monroe
blouse and pastel-colored flare-legged pants, although it was more like a fashion disaster to
Matty.
But she wore it well. And that was the thing he was beginning to just love about Shay:
she did everything well: sex, her poorly conceived but it works anyway dress style, her
education up until a few weeks ago when her grades began to slip, and did he mention sex, sex
and more sex? Because to his shock, this little lady gave him just about the best he’d ever
had. Bar none.
Jordy, noticing how Matty’s attention now was completely on his date for the evening,
said his goodbyes and left the upstairs. Matty immediately moved up to Shay, his bright blue
eyes staring unblinkingly into her bright brown eyes, and he pulled her into his arms.
“Hey lady,” he said.
“Hey yourself,” Shay said, feeling giddy to his touch. She closed her eyes as he held
her. When he first entered the room, and she saw him dressed casually in jeans and a pullover
V-neck shirt that looked common enough but was probably tailor made by some fancy
designer she’d never heard of, her heart began to pound. His head full of thick, brown hair
w a s tousled, making him look more around her age than his own, and his smile let her
immediately know that he was so pleased that she had come. And it was that way of his, that
warm, welcoming spirit about him, that made her so very pleased that she had agreed to come.
They kissed. She knew it wouldn’t take long for them to get there, after the way he
had looked at her, and the way she had looked at him, and they got there. They kissed long
and they kissed hard. Shay was beginning to know his style, and what seemed to turn him on
when she did certain things, especially with her tongue, so she didn’t experiment: she gave him
only what turned him on. A move, a brilliant move, that seemed to undo Matty.
He stopped kissing her and looked at her, his arms still tightly around her. He was
already breathing hard. “Want dinner now,” he asked her, speaking slowly as if he was
attempting to control himself, “or later?”
That was the easiest question in the world to Shay. She couldn’t eat right now even if
she had been starving. “Later,” she said.
Matty smiled. “That’s my girl,” he said and lifted her into his arms.
They continued kissing as he carried her across the massive living room, around a
corner, and through double doors that entered them into a bedroom as large as the living room
they’d just left.
But Shay didn’t notice it. She was too busy enjoying every inch of Matty. And when
he laid her on his massive bed, then stripped her naked, and just stood there looking at her, at
every inch of her body, she didn’t feel the least embarrassed. It was the look in his eyes more
than her own self esteem, that gave her reassurance. He wanted her, his look said, he even
cared deeply about her. And she believed he did-at that moment anyway. And at that
moment, watching him watch her, she cared deeply about him, too.
He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed his hard, ribbed abs, and then he
removed his shoes and stepped out of his pants, revealing a penis already so engorged that
Shay, once again, began to wonder how in the world could her small self take in all of that.
But she didn’t wonder long. He got on top of her, and began kissing her again, his
manhood expanding even more-she didn’t think it possible- the longer and harder they kissed.
And as he moved from her mouth to her neck to her chest to her breasts, she ran her hand
through his hair, enjoying every second.
Matty was enjoying her, too, as he kissed her, and he desperately wanted that sweet
mouth of hers to take in the fullness of his cock, but he couldn’t bring himself to take her
down that road, too. Mainly because she was so new to sex and he didn’t want to slow her
progress with too much too soon, but also because a part of him was beginning to elevate her
in ways he found almost frightening.
This was his lady, he thought, as he opened her legs as wide as they could go and began
to taste her. And nobody, not even him, was going to get their jollies by cheapening her. He
loved the way she smelled, the way she tasted, that he knew if he wasn’t careful he was going
to climax before he even entered her, but he loved the taste, the smell of her too much to stop.
But the idea of her doing oral on him kept coming back to him. It would probably be
such a thrill that it would kill him, and he could only imagine the day when it would happen.
But that day wasn’t now. Maybe later, after they were married, he thought, and then, shocked
by what he had just thought, he stopped all movement.
Even Shay noticed when his licking, his tasting, had stopped. But Matty had just
surprised himself.
After they were married
, was he out of his mind? He’d been with Alex for
over a decade and never once had he considered marrying her, or anybody else for that
matter. He wasn’t the marrying kind! He loved being free, being beholden to no-one but
himself, far too much to give it up. Now Miss Innocent comes along and he’s thinking about
marriage? Her sex was good, he’d admit it was the best he’d ever had, but not to the point
where he would give up his very freedom.
But when she looked down to see why he had stopped tasting her, and he looked up to
see those big, soulful eyes of hers, he got back on track, moved up the length of her, and
entered her with a loving, but undeniably hard thrust.
And it was that movement alone, where his hips began to gyrate and her small body
arched up to take the entire fullness of him in, that re-righted their course and refocused their
hearts. And any thought of that crazy thing called marriage, to Matty’s relief, flew out
whatever window deep within his soul, it had entered.
***
was Shay able to take in the magnificence of the world in which she now traveled. She even
got out of bed, since Matty was still fast asleep, and took in the full scope. She put on his
shirt, which swallowed her and stopped well below her knees, and moved around the master
suite that had a sitting room, a balcony, and a master bathroom not unlike the one at Matty’s
office, only twice the size-Shay didn’t think it possible.
It was so inviting a room, in fact, that she ran the bath water, got in the tub, and bathe
herself in luxury. She was even giddy about doing do.
I can get used to this
, she thought with
a laugh.
Afterwards, when she dried off and put back on Matty’s shirt, still loving the fresh
cologne smell of him, she stepped into a bedroom that found Matty no longer in bed. At first
she panicked, wondering where he had gone, but then she heard his voice.
“Come here, Shanita,” he said.
The voice came from the balcony. When she realized the French doors had been
opened, she went in that direction.
When she stepped onto the balcony that overlooked a big, beautiful, private lake, and
saw Matty sitting on the lounger in a green, silk robe, looking so virile, so sexy to her that she
just knew even gorgeous couldn’t look this good, she couldn’t contain her joy. He smiled too,
opened his arms to her, and she gladly hurried into them. He pulled her onto his lap and
leaned her body back against his.
“Um,” he said, kissing her lightly on the neck, “you smell good.”
Her hair, she knew, was a mess, but he didn’t seem to mind. He, in fact, gave her a
small kiss in her hair, and leaned her closer against him.
“What time is it?” she asked him.
“Late. Eleven pm.”
“Eleven?” she said, surprised. Then she playfully elbowed him. “You didn’t feed me.”
Matty smiled. “I know. I’ll put something together for you in a few.”
“You expect me to eat this time of night? I can’t eat at no eleven at night.”
“You can and you will.” His hands were underneath the shirt she wore and he was
caressing her backside. “You’ve dropped a few inches since Monday.” Monday was when
she had journeyed to his office, when they had ended up making love twice. “You’re small
enough. I don’t want another inch off of you. In fact, you probably could afford to put a few
inches on.”
Shay didn’t see that happening. She had always been small. “You don’t like small
woman?” she decided to ask him.
Matty hesitated. He didn’t want to scare her off by exposing his private life just yet.
He’d already worked out that she didn’t know the extent of his relationship with her school’s
dean, not based on what they discussed on Monday where she thought he was there to see
Alex on business, and he preferred to keep it that way for now.
“I don’t have a preference,” he said, although that wasn’t entirely accurate. He’d
always preferred women with meat on their bones, and many, although not all, of the women
he’d been involved with tended to fall into that body type. But all bets appeared to have flown
out the window when it came to Shay. She was not only the smallest woman he’d ever been
attracted to, but the youngest as well.
“Your parents still alive, Matty?” Shay asked him.
“My mother isn’t.”
“And your father?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. My moma’s dead, too, but the man she said is my
father isn’t.”
Matty looked at her. “Oh, really? Is there a relationship there?”
“Nope.”
“You don’t want it?”
“He doesn’t. He cussed me out when I asked him about it.”
Matty pulled her closer. “I see,” he said, and kissed her hair again. “How old are you,
Shay?” he asked her.
She smiled. “Why?”
“Just curious.”
“I’m over eighteen if that’s what you mean. And if I wasn’t, now was not the time to
ask this question.”
Matty laughed. “Good point.”
“I’m twenty,” she said. “What about you? No, let me guess. Twenty-seven?”
Matty smiled. “I’m not quite that young, Shay, come on.”
“Okay, twenty-eight.”
“No.”
“Twenty-nine?”
Matty laughed, as Shay’s voice sounded surprised when he shook his head no. “Let’s
get out of the twenties, shall we?”
Shay stared at him. “How old are you?” she asked, prompting Matty to laugh again. If
only she could see her worried face, he thought. Was he fifty, sixty, she seemed to be
wondering. Had she been sleeping with some crusty old man?
“I’m thirty-three, Shay,” he said.
She relaxed. “Oh. That’s okay then.”
“It’s still an age difference.”
“Yeah, but you look twenty-something, you act twenty-something, and I already
figured you was too successful to still be a kid. Besides, a guy my age wouldn’t work for me.
I’m too mature and sophisticated.”
On this Matty laughed so hard his stomach began to ache. “Oh, Shay,” he said,
wrapping her tighter into his arms. “You’re killing me here.” And the thought of it frightened
him. Because this young lady was doing something to him, something that could very well kill
all hope he’d ever had of remaining free as a bird, until his dying day.
***
ended with a bang. He did feed her, only it was near midnight when they finally did eat, and
he made love to her yet again, this time downstairs-they couldn’t make it up in time.
Afterwards, when they did make it upstairs, they simply talked until they fell asleep in each
other’s arms. And early that next morning, she awoke to find him already bathed, dressed, and
downstairs. She bathed, dressed, and went downstairs too.
“There’s my baby,” he said as she ran into his arms, causing him to lift her up and kiss
her deeply.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“No reason to wake you. You’d already told me you didn’t have class until noon.
You’ll make it back in plenty of time.”
“On the train? You must be joking. And please don’t tell me you’re calling up the
limousine again.”
“No, no limousine.” He grabbed her by the hand. “Come with me,” he said and
escorted her out of his home, down the first and then second flight of steps, to a brand new,
pearl-white BMW convertible seated in front of those steps. He then handed her the keys.
“What’s this?” she asked him.
“Yours, my dear,” he said.
Shay was floored. “Mine? You mean. . . But Dresden is small. I don’t need a car to
get around, I catch the bus to go wherever I need to go.”
The look on Matty’s face changed, and Shay could tell it was that stern look he used