Page 9 of Matlock
“Tony.”
“Tony,” I repeated, testing his name on my lips. I wanted to scream out his name when I came.
“Come for me,mo leannán rúnda.”
It was as if my body was waiting for his command. Once he let loose the last word, whatever it was, the sudden release had me screaming out his name.
I hadn’t been the same since that night. We’d met at the club weekly for months before I knew who he was. Before I learned he lived right here in Diamond Creek. Before I knew the translation of the words he’d whispered to me that night.
Mo leannán rúnda, my secret lover.
That was what I was. His secret. He wasn’t out. Not to his family, not to his clients. Not even to his club. And he had no plans of ever coming out. Not even for me.
Chapter Four
Simon
I tried to nap but didn’t sleep well, so by the time Tony returned to my house to find me sitting at the kitchen table, I’d been up for hours, eaten lunch, and dressed.
He didn’t knock.
He walked into my house as if he belonged there. As if it weren’t only the second time he’d been inside. And the first time was only this morning.
I stared at my coffee cup, reminding myself that he didn’t want me. Not really. He wanted my body. He wanted to fuck me. He even let me fuck him occasionally. But only at the club.
“You ready to tell me what really happened?” he asked, his voice angry.
“I told you what happened.”
“Simon,” he snarled, and I looked up. “You think I don’t know Sadie called you last night? You think Declan can’t get that information? A simple fucking warrant and the phone company will have no choice but to hand over the records. Which includes your fucking location.”
The blood drained from my face. I hadn’t thought of that. Closing my eyes, I swore.
“You should have called me first!” he shouted.
“If your plan is to yell and berate me, you can leave.” I stood up and took my cup to the sink. The acid from the coffee churned in my stomach. “If I confess, there is no need to do an investigation,” I said as I walked past him.
He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. “You aren’t fucking confessing. Where is Sadie?”
“I told you—”
“I know what you fucking told me. I want the truth, Simon.”
I pressed my lips together and glared at him. He was breathing heavy. It reminded me of how he sounded when he was fucking me. I could feel my cock stirring. Now wasn’t the fucking time, so I said something guaranteed to piss him off and ensure that my dick got the message that he wouldn’t get to play with this man ever again.
“The truth, Tony? What the fuck do you know about the truth? You’ve been living a fucking lie since the day you were born.”
“Simon,” he warned.
“You want to know why I didn’t call you? Because I don’t know if I can trust you.”
“You trusted me to get you out of this mess,” he argued.
“Because I know you want to continue to fuck me. You’re a possessive fucking asshole. You want me, not Sadie. You have no motivation to keep her out of prison.”
He took a step back as if I’d slapped him. His tongue rolled in his cheek as he glared at me.
“Fuck you, Simon.” He dug his finger into my chest. “If you’d fucking called me first last night, the club would have taken care of this shit, and neither of you would need to be kept out of prison.”
