Unspoken Memories (Unspoken Series) (20 page)

MATT WAS OUTSTANDING while he
played. I had heard from his fellow teammates that he was good, but from what I
saw, he was amazing. He always stayed focused, made almost every pass he threw,
gaining his team a very considerable lead, and with Trey blocking for him, he
was rarely touched.

Kelly and I had decided to wear the guy’s home jerseys with
their number on it. By the looks on their faces when they looked up at us, they
were very pleased. Kelly had claimed that I was the reason why Matt was playing
so well, but I merely rolled my eyes at her, refusing to believe that he wasn’t
always this good. How else would he be going to college on a football
scholarship?

Another factor I pointed out to her was how much Matt and
Trey studied that playbook any chance they got during the day. I had seen that
thing pulled out so much, that I could have starting reciting the plays at one
point. It didn’t help with understanding how the game was played though.

Once I mentioned it to her, Kelly started educating me on
the tactics of the game, and finally understanding the concept of what was
going on, I was able to watch without wanting my eyes to glaze over. They ended
up winning by 14 points. Although the home team was clearly disappointed in the
loss, our crowds of following fans were very excited about the win, predicting
a really good season.

When the game was over, Kelly and I ran down to the field to
congratulate the team on their win and agreed to meet them back at the hotel. A
couple of hours later, we were in the room, drinking away.

Trey ends up getting his party, although, we managed to keep
it to only the closest of their friends to avoid having hotel security on our
ass. However, with the alcohol flowing and Kelly pushing drinks down my throat,
I manage to get a decent buzz, quick. Matt, who obviously celebrated his
victory, was just as buzzed the last time I saw him.

I had needed to go to the bathroom, so I excused myself and
headed to my room. After going to the bathroom, I eyed the bed on my way back
to the party and it looked so inviting.

I was so tired I didn’t want to head back out there. So
instead I decided to go to bed. I stripped my clothes off and climbed into bed,
not even bothering to look for my pajamas. Pulling the covers over my body and
closing my eyes, I let the darkness drag me to sleep.

I START TO awaken from my deep
sleep, but I don’t want to, because I feel cocooned in warmth and I’m very
comfortable. I could stay like this all day. I keep my eyes closed and take a
deep breath, savoring the feeling. I think I must be dreaming because my cocoon
smells so delicious, like Matt. I definitely don’t want to wake up now.

Mmm, it feels so good, so I simply cuddle closer into it.
That’s when I feel an arm squeeze me tighter against a rock hard wall, and then
another starts to rub against my back. My eyes snap open, the room is dark, and
it takes a moment for my mind to come out of its cloudy feeling. As I take in
my surroundings, I remember that I’m in the hotel room and realize the cocooned
warmth is a chest. When did it get here?

“Morning, beautiful,” I hear Matt whisper into my hair.

I panic and sit up with a jolt. I look back at him, staring
at him in shock. Even though the room is dark, my eyes have adjusted enough to
see his features and he has a hooded, sexy look in his eyes, and damn, if I
don’t want more of that. But, first of all, how much of it did I get in the
first place?

I realize that he’s naked, except for the usual black boxer
briefs that he wears, but my body is completely naked. Then I remember
stripping my clothes off to get into bed. The cover had fallen as I sat up, so
I grab it, pulling it up to cover my breasts.

“What happened last night?” I whisper in confusion,
searching for answers in my head.

I know when I came to bed I was still buzzed, but I’m pretty
sure if we’d had sex I would have remembered. At least I hope I would have
remembered, because it would really suck not to. I start to run my fingers in
my hair, not to tame it, but in frustration.

Matt sits up and grabs me at the waist laying me back down
with half my body draped across his chest, tucking my head into his neck. He
feels and smells so good. It should be damn sinful.

He chuckles lightly and I feel it all over my body.

“I decided to come in here and check on you. I was worried
when you didn’t come back out, but when I saw you passed out, I decided it was
time to call it a night. I didn’t feel like having to go back to my room, so I
figured we could share the bed. It was big enough for the both of us. Although,
as usual, you do like to hog the covers, so that sucked,” he says laughing.

“We didn’t do anything, did we?” I apprehensively ask.

He starts lightly rubbing my ribs with his left arm, sending
tingling jolts through my body, while his other hand is pulling my leg to drape
over his waist. He starts to rub my thigh with his thumb in tiny circles, and
it sends a shiver that starts to creep deep down in my core. God help me, I’m
going to lose control any moment.

“As much as I would have loved to do something with you last
night, I want to make sure we both remember if it ever happens,” he says in a
haughty voice.

His voice is hypnotizing me and I’m falling deeply into his
spell. I hug tighter against him, rubbing myself against his leg, and I
instantly feel his cock jolt to life under my other leg.

“Abigail, you don’t know what you’re asking for right now,”
he warns.

I ignore him and start to kiss his neck, wanting to taste
him. He moans and it turns me on, so I keep kissing. He squeezes my thigh, turning
to rub his now awakened cock against my body. Damn Matt for always sleeping in
his briefs, they’re currently preventing us from getting what we both want.

I start to kiss my way down his neck and begin sucking his
shoulder, loving the way he tastes. I feel his hand start to move up my thigh
and rub lightly on my core, teasing me. I moan into his shoulder and suck
harder, causing him to tense a little. That’s when he gently sticks his finger
in me, without warning, making me let out an appreciative moan. He starts
moving his finger around inside of me, adding another finger.

He seductively whispers in my ear, “Damn, beautiful, you’re
so wet and warm.”

I start to move my hips along to the movement of his fingers
rubbing in and out of me, wanting more. He takes his hand from in between my
legs, leaving me confused. All of a sudden, he rolls me onto my back, with him
straddling my legs, lifting my arms above my head with his hands. He’s staring
down into my face and he looks so sexy above me. He keeps my wrists locked
above my head with one of his hands, while his other starts to rub down my
neck, moving slowly down my chest to tease my breasts. He lowers his mouth down
to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing. His tongue starts to tease my
ear, and then he starts sucking on my earlobe, driving me wild. My legs are
locked together under him with his body, otherwise I would already have them
spread wide open, grinding up against his cock.

“Matt, please, I can’t take it anymore,” I beg him.

He ignores my plea and gently starts to bite my neck, moving
down to my breast. I lift my chest up in an open invitation, but he keeps
kissing down the valley in between both breasts, killing me with the tension.
He finally moves his mouth to one of my nipples, which at this point are both
fully erect, and ready to be sucked. After teasing me by rubbing his closed
lips over one nipple, he takes it into his mouth and sucks it deep and hard,
making me thrust my chest further up towards him, as I moan loudly with
pleasure. He moves over to the other nipple and sucks it even harder. If I
wasn’t so fucking horny, I swear it would be painful.

I try wiggling my legs open, but he keeps his legs tightly
locked over mine, torturing me. He lets go of my arms and my hands
automatically go to his shoulders, holding him tightly for fear that he’ll
stop, but he doesn’t, and continues to kiss his way down my stomach, tickling
me. I lightly squeal and I wiggle under him, trying to throw him off in
reaction.

Matt lifts his head and looks directly into my eyes with a
wicked smile. “I forgot that you’re ticklish.”

He grabs both my hands with his and locks them at my sides
as he lowers his head again. Thinking that he’s going to try to tickle me, I
jerk my body up, but instead he licks my stomach with his tongue, dragging it
from right above my belly button. I close my eyes and throw my head back in
ecstasy. Fuck, if his tongue feels this good on my stomach, I can’t wait to
know what he can do with it when he goes down on me.

“Matt, you in there, fucker?” Trey yells, banging on the
door. “Get the fuck up, we gotta go!”

“Fuck!” I groan in irritation.

I hear Matt lightly laugh. “Sorry beautiful, I have to go,”
he says, kissing my stomach one last time.

He quickly jumps off the bed, searching for his clothes,
finding them, and begins to dress.

I lay there, dazed, trying to catch my breath, watching Matt
get dressed. He dresses in lightning speed, probably from being used to jumping
out of girls’ beds and leaving in a heartbeat.

Once he’s done he walks over to the door, grabbing the door
handle, he looks back at me one last time and says, “See you at home,
beautiful.” He winks right before walks out of my bedroom, shutting the door
behind him.

I’m lying there still spread out naked, trying to figure out
what the fuck happened. Then I realize, against all the advice I gave myself, I
was just
added
to Matt’s list of friends. I throw my arm over my eyes
and think, fuck my life.

OUR FLIGHT WASN’T scheduled to leave
until four hours after the team, so I took this extra time to let out the
sexual frustration that I had pent up from that morning. I found out that Julio
also liked to run to keep in shape; that was another plus on his behalf, so an
hour after Matt had left my body high and dry of satisfaction, I was out
running along the Michigan Lake.

After forty-five minutes, I discovered that I couldn’t find
the nirvana that I had always found while running and it only frustrated me
more. I was thinking too much of Matt. I don’t know why the hell I was letting
the encounter get to me, but I knew I had to find some way to get over it.
Apparently today’s run was not it.

Even though I was up in arms about the earlier situation, I
had an overwhelming smile on my face. Matt had a way of making my body feel
animated with joy, and both Kelly and Julio were noticing. On the way to the
airport I was very quiet, thinking about the morning the whole time. Kelly had
noticed, but she didn’t say anything.

As on the way to Chicago, we are sitting next to each other
in first class, with Julio in the seat across the aisle. I had made the
decision to hire Julio full time. I liked how he was able to keep people at a
distance and not make me feel suffocated by hovering over me. That alone was
the deal breaker.

I had notified him that I was going to keep him on an
on-call basis for now, but would pay him as if he was with me 24/7 so I would
have access to him when needed. He was happy with the decision being that he
was tired of working as a hired security guard for a lame company. That only
made me laugh. I don’t know if he knew how lame his job was going to be when he
was sitting around waiting for me to call. But I was happy nevertheless.

When the plane was finally in the air, I noticed Kelly
starting to grow impatient. By the way she kept looking at me, then back at the
magazine, I knew she wanted to know details, so I was already bracing myself
for the question to leave her lips.

“Did something happen between you and Matt last night?” she
asks me in a whisper, looking up from the magazine she’d been pretending to
read for the last ten minutes.

“No nothing happened last night,” I say, which technically
isn’t a lie since it happened this morning. I was trying really hard to keep
the smile on my face under control, but that proved difficult.

She has a puzzled look on her face, like she really wants to
know the details. “But something might have happened this morning,” I tell her.

She looks at me with eagerness to know and says, “Please
tell me you want to talk about it.”

I want to keep it to myself, but she
is
my closest
friend at this point so I take a chance. “We might have fooled around a little.
We didn’t get to the actual deed because we were interrupted,” I say quietly
near her ear with disappointment.

She drops her jaw, and then recovers, with a frown. “Just be
careful, Abi. I’d hate for you to get hurt expecting more when he doesn’t give
it to you,” she cautions.

I sit there taking in her words. She’s right. Matt has been
playing the field with no obligations for the last couple of years. What would
make me any different? He’s probably only seeing me as a convenience since I
already live with him.

Then I think to myself, maybe I
could
be different.
He’s actually been showing me how much he cares by being concerned and
protective. Maybe I’m the one that could get him to change his mind. That’s the
thought that I keep thinking as we are in the air and as soon as I see Matt I
plan on asking him.

We land in Portland and since we had taken Kelly’s car to
the airport we were once again piled in her car driving back to Matt’s. On the
way there Kelly was complaining that she had one to many Diet Cokes and now
needs to pee, so of course when we arrive at the house she gets out with me. As
we walk in the door, we hear loud moaning coming from inside, and I cringe
remembering what happened the last time I heard these noises, and as the last
time, I am once again shocked by what I see.

Matt has some naked girl spread out on the dining room table
in the kitchen. He still has his shirt on, but his body is leaning over hers as
he’s pounding his hips back and forth in between her legs, with his hands
holding her breasts, for support.

What is up with my body freezing when I walk in on people
having sex? It’s not like I want to stand there with my feet planted to the
ground feeling like they’ve been cemented there, but that was exactly what was
happening at the moment. I couldn’t breathe, my head felt like it was spinning,
and all I wanted was for the earth to open up and suck me into oblivion.

Kelly’s voice snaps me back to reality. “What the fuck,
Matt?” she shouts at him. “Obviously, you’ve proven my point to Abi.”

He snaps his head in our direction and I’m staring at his
deep brown eyes. They aren’t the ones I like, because they are full of regret.

Kelly must have comprehended that I couldn’t move, because
she grabs my arm, pulling me back out of the house and straight to her car. I’m
still in shock and my brain is still trying to unscramble what has happened. All
I can do is allow Kelly to lead me like a rag doll. She opens the passenger
door and guides me into the car, shutting the door once I’m in.

She runs over to the driver’s side, gets in, starts the car,
and we are driving away a minute later. The whole drive to her apartment I’m
just sitting there staring out of the windshield in silence, not knowing what
to do with myself.

I hear my phone start to ring with Matt’s ringtone and I
ignore it. He’s the last person I want to hear from right now, he has no reason
to have to explain anything. Shit, for all I know, I could be wrong and he’s
really calling to chew my ass out for interrupting his sex session.

It stops ringing, but starts up again, and the last thing I
want to hear, is what Matt likes for me to call him. So I keep ignoring it.
Kelly doesn’t have the same patience. She grabs my purse from my hand and digs
through it.

Taking my phone out, she answers it, snapping, “Leave her
the fuck alone Matt!” before hanging it back up.

A minute later the phone starts to ring again and Kelly
pushes the ignore button, then turns it off. I start quietly crying, I can’t
help it. Just knowing that I have the worst luck with guys, and it’s finally
caught up with me.

We finally make it to Kelly’s and since she had called David
on the way to give him the details, he was already waiting for us at her
apartment. He took one look at me and instantly came over to give me a hug and
lead us back into the apartment. Once inside, Kelly led me straight to her
couch, leaving me there as she walks away.

She comes back with a bottle of tequila and hands it to me.
She hands me the shot glass to go with it, but I ignore it, taking the bottle
from her hands. I take a big giant swig, straight from the bottle. It burns
going down, causing me to gag and cough. I take in a big breath and do it all
over again. Kelly sits down next to me on the couch taking the bottle from me,
then does the same. David decides to avoid partaking in our tequila
misery-binge, but instead sits there shaking his head at us with a chuckle.

“That’s how I found my fiancé,” I say to them, finally
breaking the silence.

Kelly sits there like she’s debating whether to say
something, but decides to just nod her head at me. David sits there, looking
compassionately at me with his elbows on his knees.

Looking over at him, I sit there confirming to myself, this
guy must really love Kelly to put up with me as well. Most guys would have run
to the woods to avoid a woman in misery. Then I think to myself, I wanted that
so badly. Right when I thought I had found someone like David, I find him
fucking some girl’s brains out on the dining room table.

I sniff my nose, wiping it with my sleeve. “I shouldn’t have
let anything happen this morning because of his whole friends with benefits
shit, so in reality it’s my fault. I let it get too far,” I say out loud, the
words coming out of my mouth uncontrollably.

That’s when David’s eyes go wide with the realization of why
I was like this. Poor guy was stuck in the soap opera of my life. He considered
Matt one of his closest friends, but since he loved Kelly and she was on my
side, he’s obviously torn. David gets a worried look on his face before asking,
“Do you care about him? I mean like, have you fallen in love with him?”

I know I should not admit my answer but I simply nod my
head, because that’s all I can do at this time. Kelly hands me back the bottle
and I take another drink, hoping the fuzziness from the tequila will replace
the misery.

Another hour later, David is passed out on the couch. Kelly
and I have made our way to her bedroom so our talking wouldn’t wake him. We are
sitting cross-legged on her bed, discussing what I should say to Matt the next
time I seen him.

I am so wasted that I’m not thinking straight and I’m pretty
sure Kelly isn’t that far behind me. Wanting to give Matt a piece of my mind at
this very moment, I dig through my purse looking for my phone. I turn it on and
look for Matt’s number. I look over at Kelly and put my finger to my lips
signaling her to be quiet.

Matt answers almost immediately. “I’m so sorry, beautiful,”
he says to me.

It pisses me off that he’s trying to be affectionate with me
right now. “Don’t fucking beautiful me, Matt. I bet you call all your fuck
buddies that to get in between their legs, and to think, I almost let you put
your dick between mine,” I shout at him.

I look over at Kelly as she’s trying to catch her herself
from the swaying caused by nodding her head once, really hard at me. Knowing I
have her encouragement makes me carry on.

“I bet the only reason you even let me live with you is so
you can say you fucked Abigail Adams, right? Well, here’s a wakeup call for you
Matthew Garcia, it’s going to take a lot more than you calling me beautiful to
get in between my legs. Because I’m worth a lot more that a quick fuck!” I say,
staring directly at the phone that I have taken away from my ear so I can look
at his picture. For some reason I needed to see his face as I bitched him out
and the screen with his picture on it was the closest thing to it.

Kelly grabs the phone from me and hangs it up. After
fumbling with it, she finally manages to turn it off and we sit there laughing
at each other. I already feel drowsy, so lean back to lie down and finally pass
out.

I wake up the next day, with Kelly lying next to me in her
bed and I start to chuckle to myself when I see her drooling all over herself.
She looks like she isn’t going to have a good morning, and I’m pretty sure the
nauseated feeling coming from the pit of my stomach confirms the same for me.

Staring at her, I think, this girl has stuck with me through
the worst of my crap. Without me even asking. She’s a keeper.

We both eventually get up and eat breakfast a couple of
hours later. David sits there with a grin on his face, and I’m pretty sure that
if Kelly didn’t feel just as bad as I do, she’d be smacking it from his face.
My head is still spinning a bit and my stomach is worse. My throat feels like
it has a frog lodged in it wanting to come up.

As much as I don’t want to go home and face Matt, I know
that I have to do it sometime, so I finally turn on my phone thinking about
last night. The crazy thing is I don’t remember much after David falling
asleep. Saying that the night was a total blur is an understatement. Once the
phone is finally powered up, I notice a text message left by Matt a couple
minutes after we left.

Abigail I’m sorry about you walking in on me like that,
it won’t ever happen again. I’ll use the bedroom from now on. M

I don’t care if he uses the bedroom. I don’t want to know
when he’s fucking someone else, period. After checking my voicemail, it only
confirms that he left a message pretty much saying the same thing and stating
the house was safe to come home to now. Being that Kelly knows why I was really
upset, this makes her even angrier with him when I give her the details.

I reach over the table to give her hand a squeeze and tell
her, “It’s not his fault, and he has no idea how I feel about him. Especially
because we made a deal not get involved with each other.”

Her face goes pissed. “You must really care about him, since
you’re defending him for fucking someone else the same day he almost had sex
with you.”

I wince, taking in the reality of the situation. “It’s not
about caring about him; it’s about knowing that I could never have a real
relationship with him. After what happened with the last guy, I’ve now learned
my lesson and the last thing I need to do is jump into a relationship with a
guy who is used to passing his dick around.”