Page 57 of Breaking Matt
He pushed me up against the wall and I leaned my head back as his lips trailed against my jaw.
"Now," I whispered hoarsely. My hands fumbled against the top button of his jeans. There was no time to go to the bedroom or foreplay.
He pulled away only long enough to help me discard my jeans before he ripped my panties down. I kicked them away. His fingers brushed against me as I opened my legs and I groaned with need.
He lifted me up against the wall. My legs wrapped around him, securing him as I felt him against me. With one powerful thrust he filled me and I hung on to him. I panted as he did me, hard, up against the wall.
It was raw and sexual. And so hot.
He kissed me as I began to feel the familiar nearing of my orgasm—the tightening of my body as he rocked against me. I groaned as I came. Still riding my high, and my body still sensitive, he thrust into me before his body trembled and his head fell against my shoulder. His breathing was as uneven as mine.
It had been intense. And the best sex we'd ever had.
Going backto school after the attack on Courtney wasn't easy. I'd never feared much before but I couldn't help fearing the people who wanted to hurt me. I constantly watched everyone around me, wondering if they could be working for Nick.
Just remembering his face in the picture would send a shiver of fear through me.
"You okay?" Matthew asked with concern. We'd just gotten into our first class of the day and I'd been preoccupied with my thoughts.
I nodded. But he knew me well enough to know I was lying.
Even paying attention to the professor was almost impossible. Had I returned to college too soon? Would another couple of days make me less fearful? The answer was no. No amount of time was going to make this easier to deal with.
The only way to make me feel safe again would be putting Nick behind bars so he wouldn't be able to carry out his revenge, but realistically I knew that even with evidence it would take time.
I felt the heat of Matthew's gaze on me. He knew what was getting to me and he was trying his hardest to assure me he would protect me. The problem was I knew he would do anything to keep me safe, which included putting his life on the line for mine. I didn't want that. My life wasn't more important than his.
The class ended and I packed my notes away in my bag and slung it over my shoulder. Matthew followed close behind me out of the class. Just outside of the room, he pulled me to one side.
"Maybe you're not ready to be back yet," he said, his eyes scanning my face for confirmation.
I shrugged. I didn't want to hide away like a coward but I wasn't brave enough to be out in the open with the fear I felt.
"Do you want to go home?" he asked softly.
I swallowed as I contemplated his question. A part of me that I wasn't used to wanted me to say yes and give in to the fear. But the part of me that was strong and refused to back down wouldn't allow me to take the cowardly way out of this situation.
I took a deep breath and released it. And with a look of determination, I shook my head. I could do this and I would.
For the next couple of hours I persevered through my fear, refusing to let anyone intimidate me. By the time we were headed to our last class of the day I was feeling tired and I couldn't wait to get home.
Matthew stood beside me with a hand on my lower back. When he saw me hesitate for a moment he would touch me to remind me he was with me. The smallest of touches from him could give me the strength to go on when all I wanted to do was give up.
We had to walk across campus to get to our class. A few groups of students loitered around us as we made our way to the car.
Beside me, Matthew stiffened slightly. I looked at him but his eyes were looking toward the road in front of the building. The fear I felt had only been there for a split second before I heard a loud bang. As if in slow motion, Matthew shoved me down, and there were a few more bangs. My ears rang as I landed on the ground, feeling the pain jolt through me at the hard landing on my side. The force of Matthew's body covering mine pushed the air from my lungs.
It took seconds to try and figure out what was happening. Then there was silence and Matthew groaned. I looked into his eyes. He had a pained expression. There was the sound of an engine revving and tires screeching. He turned to look toward the street closest to us.
What had happened?
Matthew hissed as he lifted his body to take the weight off me and rolled onto his back. I didn't understand until I saw the deep red stain on his shirt by his side.
Oh. My. God.
I began to panic. It felt like I was living my nightmare. Matthew had been shot.
Chapter Eighteen
