Page 38 of Matlock
There were no words between us. Just a silent acceptance of what he was offering. I grabbed the back of my knees andpulled my legs back, opening myself up for him.
I expected a smile at least. A conceited grin showcasing his win. His power over me. Instead, he had a look of awe. He closed his eyes briefly as he lined himself up.
He stared into my eyes as he pushed into me. Silently telling me everything I wanted to hear. I wanted to scream at him to use his words. I wanted to shout that this wasn’t enough.
The only sounds that came out of me were moans and whimpers. Cries of pleasure as he slid deep inside my ass. His hands fisted against the mattress as he held himself over me, pumping into me as he kissed my neck, my jaw, my chin, finally landing at my mouth.
My hands traveled over his chest; the rough hair under my fingers was erotic, causing me to moan into his mouth.
God, I loved this man.
The reality hit me. I’d never be free. Not from him. My body craved him. My heart longed for him. And my brain, well, the big one and the little one reminded me that I would never want someone the way I wanted Anthony Gallagher.
Tony continued his slow assault. He wasn’t hurried; he wasn’t frenzied. It was as if his only goal was to get off. That made it worse. He didn’t fuck me the way he did at the club. He made love to me. The way a lover would. The way a partner would.
The way a husband would.
But that was a dream that would never come true.
I pulled him down until he was crushing me. Then I took the kiss deeper while I moved my hips in an attempt to make him lose control. I needed him to finish. I needed him to come so I could get out of this bed and away from the man who tore out my heart with every thrust.
My lips moved across his jaw to his throat. Down to his shoulder, where I sucked on the skin, leaving a mark I knew no one would ever see. That was the condition. I could do what I wanted to him as long as no one ever found out.
I licked his skin; the salty taste brought tears to my eyes.
Come for me, Tony!
The words never left my mouth. But he heard them anyway. He grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled my head back up, slamming his lips on mine as he pushed deep inside my ass and came with a groan.
His body jerked against me as he found his release. Then he collapsed on top of me. His lips were still relentless against mine. His hands were still wandering over my body.
That was when I noticed.
“What the hell did you do?” I asked, sitting up and pulling his hand over for inspection. His knuckles were busted open.
I looked up into his eyes. Eyes that only moments ago held all the love I had been looking for. Eyes that now held guilt.
“What did you do, Tony?”
“No one touches what’s mine, Simon.”
I dropped his hand back onto the bed. “I’m not yours, Tony.”
I moved to get up, and he grabbed my arm. “You are, Simon. You’ve been mine from the first moment I saw you at the club.”
We stared at each other: him daring me to call him out, and me begging him to... I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. For years I’d longed to hear him say those words, but what did they really mean if I was the only one who ever heard them.
“How did you know?” I asked, changing the subject. I wasn’t ready to ask him the question of whether or not he meant it. Whether or not he would tell anyone else.
I was afraid of his answer.
“I had Nav scour the cameras.”
“So you saw.”
He sat up and leaned against the headboard next to me. He picked up my hand and held it in his lap.
“No, Nav wouldn’t send me the video. But he told me what happened.”
