The 2014 R.L. Mathewson Chronicle Collection (13 page)

 
The Morning After…

              “Haley, I-”

              “No,” Haley mumbled hollowly, wrapping the blanket more snuggly around herself as she stared numbly at the television. “I can’t talk about it right now,” she added with a lip quiver and a sniffle that had him rubbing his hands roughly down his face.

              “Haley,” he said as he dropped his hands down by his sides and forced himself to face his distraught wife and ignore the large plate of chocolate chip cookies on the coffee table, “you knew that he was going to retire one day.”

              “No, I didn’t!” she cried, a bit hysterically in his opinion.

              He watched as she grabbed a large cookie off the plate and took a big bite out of the delicious treat, all while she watched the sports wrap-up featuring the best of Derek Jeter. When they showed footage from his retirement game, she let out a shuddering sigh and a little sniffle before absently taking another bite of her cookie.

              “Baby,” Jason said, kneeling down in front of the couch, careful not to make the mistake of blocking her view of the television since he’d learned his lesson after the Ben and Jerry’s incident last night, “you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

              Eyes watering, she shook her head, taking another bite out of the cookie. “It just happened so quickly. I never even got a chance to say goodbye.”

              “I know, my little grasshopper, I know,” he said, reaching over and taking her hand into his. He gave it a comforting squeeze as he prayed that she didn’t bring up the day the tickets for Jeter’s last game went on sale.

              “I’d waited all night,” she said with a sniffle as she shot him a sad smile as he tried not to cringe when his prayer went unanswered. “I-I still don’t understand what happened.”

              “Shhhh, sweetheart,” he murmured soothingly under the pretense of trying to comfort her when in reality, he was just hoping that she’d move on and forget that day. “Things happen.”

              “I-I was ready with my credit card,” she said, sniffling as she shook her head as though she still couldn’t understand how it happened.

              He could tell her how it happened, but he liked his balls where they were. If she ever found out what he did…….

              “I had the computer on, the webpage up and my hand on the mouse ready to click and buy the tickets by 11:59 am like the rules stated. I was ready to buy my tickets,” she said, sounding miserable as she finished off her cookie and grabbed another one.

              “There were probably thousands of people doing the same thing. They just happened to be faster,” he pointed out with a small shrug as he watched her slowly devour what had to be her hundredth cookie since last night.

              “I still should have been able to grab a few tickets,” she mumbled pathetically as he reached back and shoved the plate of cookies out of her reach, afraid that if she kept eating them that she would end up sick
and
miserable.

              “They went fast,” he said, keeping his eyes on her as he slowly reached for the remote to put an end to this nightmare. When he managed to snatch the remote away from her, he shut off the television and tossed the remote over his shoulder, preparing himself for a wrestling match to save his damn sanity.

              “But, I was watching that!” Haley gasped, moving to go after the remote, but he stopped her by scooping her up into his arms.

              “I know, my little grasshopper,” he said softly, pressing a kiss against her pouty lips as he stood up and carried her towards the stairs. “But you’ve been watching it for the past twenty hours.”

              She sniffled as she settled against him. “I keep hoping that it’s a joke.”

“I’m afraid that he’s really retired,” Jason said, trying to sound disappointed when all he wanted to do was grab a beer and do a happy dance that the marriage-wrecking bastard was finally retiring.

              Not that he didn’t appreciate the man's skills. He did. He was a huge Yankees fan and had always respected Jeter, but his wife’s obsession with the man over the years had taken its toll on him. That was probably why he had canceled her credit card the night before the tickets to Jeter’s retirement game went on sale.

              “He could always make a comeback,” Haley said, sounding hopeful as she wrapped her arms around him and allowed him to carry her to their bedroom.

              “Of course he could,” he murmured in agreement, hoping like hell that it never happened. He was done watching as his wife swooned over some other guy.

              “C-could I have a bath?” she asked, looking up at him with the saddest expression and for the first time since he’d Jeter-blocked his wife, he actually felt bad.

              “Sure,” he said, gently placing her on their bed.

              “With bath salts?” she asked with a hopeful little wobbly smile that had him feeling like an asshole.

              “Of course,” he said, forcing a smile as he headed for the bathroom, hoping to erase that sad expression off his wife’s face.

              “Jason?”

              Dread filled him as he slowly turned around to face his distraught wife. “Yes?” he said, trying not to wince when he spotted her little chin tremble.

              “Thank you for being so understanding,” she said with a little sniffle.

              He opened his mouth to tell her that it was no big deal, but she wasn’t done making him realize how much of an asshole he truly was.

              “I know I’m being silly, but,” she started to say only to pause as she looked down at her hands and sighed heavily, “I was really hoping to be there. He’s one of my favorite players and I just, well, I just wanted to be there to watch the end of an amazing career. I knew that the chances were slim, but……..,” another shrug, “I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”

              “I’ll, uh, I’ll get your bath ready,” he said, forcing another smile as he turned around and came to the conclusion that he was in fact an asshole for hurting his wife like this.

              Christ, what the hell had he been thinking?

              Granted, he had been understandably nervous about his wife causing another riot, but that had only happened that one time when he got distracted by the hot dog vendor. He was usually pretty good about keeping his wife restricted to his lap while she professed her undying love for Jeter. Knowing that it was Jeter’s last game he would have been more vigilant about his wife’s antics, but he hadn’t felt like sitting there with the woman that he loved and adored sitting on his lap and professing her undying love for the bastard. So, he’d made sure that she wouldn’t get her hands on any tickets.

              Now, he was starting to regret not letting her get it out of her system, especially since he’d never seen her this sad before. It would have been hell for him to sit there while his wife professed her undying love for another man, but at least he wouldn't be forced to deal with the fact that he'd just broken his wife's heart.

*-*-*-*

               "Jason?"

              "Yes?" he said, sounding hopeful as he turned around to see what she wanted.

              "I love you," she said, giving him a trembling smile.

              "I love you, too," he said, giving her a hopeful smile that only made her lip and chin tremble more. When he spotted the action, he closed his eyes and dropped his head in defeat. "Shit."

              "C-could I have a sandwich?" she asked softly around another sniffle that had him sighing softly as he headed for the door.

              "Of course."

              "And a beer?" she asked, knowing that there was only one beer left in the house, the one that he'd planned on savoring later when she was asleep.

              His shoulders slumped, but he nodded. "Of course, my little grasshopper."

              "And a slice of cake?" she asked with a pathetic sniffle as she waited for the usual Bradford outrage at the prospect of foregoing such a tasty treat. When he only nodded as he left the room, she knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

              A small chime had her biting her lip and reaching blindly for her cell phone while she kept an eye on the bedroom door. When Jason didn't return, she typed in her password and smiled when she saw the text waiting for her.

              Haley threw another cautious glance at the door as she sat back against the headboard, shaking her head as she mentally tsked her husband. That foolish lovable man, she thought with a shake of her head and a smile.

Zoe: Haley, are you there?

Haley: Only have a minute before Jason comes back. What’s up?

Zoe: Does he k now that you know yet?

Haley: Not yet

Zoe: When are you going to tell him that you know he cancelled the credit card?

Haley: Depends. Are you willing to keep the kids for the rest of the weekend?

              Not that she was going to mention that she'd actually decided to save the money and stay home to watch the game in the comfort of Jason's arms. She wasn't. As far as Jason knew, she'd been dying to go to that game. Well, she had, but as soon as she saw the price tag for those tickets, she'd decided that she'd rather put the money towards their family trip next summer.

              Since he didn't know that.....

              Well, she'd decided to play this out for as long as she could. She had plans for her husband, plans that included having him being at her beck and call. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth as she bit back a sigh of pleasure. This was going to be the best weekend ever......

Zoe: But of course!

Haley: Then probably on Monday :)

Zoe: What are you going to do until then?

Haley: Enjoy having my own personal slave for the weekend :D

Zoe: You wouldn’t!

Haley: Wouldn’t I?

Haley: He came between me and Jeeter!!

Zoe: Sighs…he’s going to kill you if he finds out you know.

Haley: Oh, I’m going to make sure that he finds out!!!!!!

Zoe: It’s just a game.

Haley: Gasp!!!!!!

Zoe: What???

Haley: You are dead to me!!!!!

Zoe: Seriously? It really is JUST a game!

Haley: Omg!!!!!!

Haley: It’s Jeeter!!!!!!

Haley: Jeeter!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Haley: It was his last game!!!!!!!

Zoe: Who’s Jeeter?

Haley: Please tell me that you’re kidding

Zoe: Ummmmmmmmmmmmm…this just got awkward…

              Damn Red Sox loving woman! Haley thought with disgust as she waited for the apology that better be forthcoming!

              Shaking her head in disgust, Haley started typing furiously to explain the importance of Jeeter and the Yankees when her phone was suddenly plucked from her fingers.

              Swallowing nervously, she forced herself to look up.

              Uh oh.......

              "So," Jason said, pausing only long enough to take a deep satisfying sip of his,
her
, beer as he scrolled through her messages, "it looks like I'm getting my own personal slave this weekend."

              She opened her mouth to argue, but Jason managed to put his beer down and shove a forkful of really delicious cake in her mouth before she got the chance.

              "You're going to do what I say, when I say it," he said, running his eyes over her in a heated gaze that she refused to find sexy! "And do you know why?"

              Swallowing nervously, she shook her head.

              "Because," he said, leaning down to brush his lips over hers, "you know that you'll enjoy every last minute of it."

              And God help her, but she knew that he was right........

A Little Light Reading Before Bed

            “Did you wait for me?”

            “Yes, of course,” Zoe mumbled, barely paying attention to Trevor as she turned the page, eager for more.

            “Little liar,” Trevor teased with a chuckle as he settled on the bed next to her. “Go back,” he said, folding one arm behind his head as she grumbled and pouted a bit, but in the end she did as he’d asked. He’d held up his end of the bargain so she didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter.

            With a reluctant sigh, she returned to the last bookmarked section, the spot where they’d left off last night. After a few seconds of searching, she found the spot where they’d left off and began reading.

“You’re welcome,” he said dryly as he pushed off the ground and sat up.

“I’m welcome?” she repeated in disgust as she whirled around and stormed back over to him so that she could glare down at him through beautiful red eyes. “I wouldn’t have fallen down that hill if it wasn’t for you!”

“How is it my fault that you tripped over your own two feet?” he asked innocently, loving the scent of anger rolling off her. Not because he was a sick bastard, but because beneath the scent of anger was arousal.

God, she smelled fucking fantastic.

            “Poor bastard,” Trevor said with a chuckle as he slowly rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her. He reached over and placed his arm around her and pulled her closer until they shared the same pillow.

            Zoe snorted at that. “He’s lucky that she didn’t go for his balls.”

            “She’d miss them,” her husband said with a careless shrug as he pressed a kiss that had the power to distract her against her neck.

            “Do you want me to continue?” she asked, forcing herself to ignore the large, warm hand now resting on her stomach.

            “Please,” he said, pressing one last kiss against her neck before he pulled back just far enough so that she could think straight.

Okay, maybe he was a sick bastard, because he couldn’t help but smile as the scent of her anger intensified right along with the scent of her arousal. He shifted back a bit until he felt his back come in contact with the large boulder behind him. He sighed with satisfaction as she glared down at him. He could smell the blood rushing to swell her breasts and harden her nipples and wondered if she’d consider letting him feed from her there one day. Probably not, but just the thought of feeding from her as he suckled her nipple had his cock hardening painfully.

“You bastard!” she hissed, as he relaxed back against the boulder, licking his lips as he smelled her sex swell.

She opened her mouth to say something else, but abruptly shut it, narrowed her eyes on him and then with a snort of disgust, demanded, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Hmmm?” he murmured, barely registering her reaction or the fact that she’d moved closer to him so that she could glare down at him.

“You’re getting turned on? Now?” she demanded, the sound of disgust in her voice should have been enough to knock some sense into him, but sadly, it wasn’t.

“Yes,” he answered with absolutely no shame as he ran his eyes over her, devouring every last detail from her hair tangled with tiny sticks and leaves down to her dirt smudged face, the torn blanket covered in dirt and grass stains that she had wrapped around her body all the way down to her beautiful dirt smudged feet.

“Seriously?” she snapped, looking down at herself in disgust. “I look like I was dragged through a tornado and this is turning you on?”

He reached up and grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle pull before she could react. He yanked her down on top of him, giving her the choice to straddle him or fall over. “You always turn me on,” he admitted, reaching up and cupping the back of her neck. He pulled her down for a kiss as she settled on his lap, the blanket bunching up around her hips to accommodate the move.

“You are a deeply disturbed individual,” she whispered against his lips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and threaded her fingers through his hair as she returned his kiss.

“Yes, I am,” he said, dropping his hands to her bare legs where the blanket bunched and running his hands up her smooth legs, forcing the blanket up even higher until he came in contact with her cotton panties.

            “What are you doing?” she asked, biting back a smile when she felt that large warm hand of his slowly pulling the hem of her t-shirt higher.

            “Just making you more comfortable,” Trevor said as he leaned in and pressed another kiss to her neck, this time gently suckling on the skin as he dropped her shirt and moved his hand between her thighs.

            “Is that what you’re doing?” she asked, allowing him to pull her legs apart.

            “Mmmhmmm,” he murmured against her skin. “That and seeing if you’re wearing cotton panties.”

            She licked her lips, forcing herself to ignore the urge to point out that she didn’t wear panties to bed since he’d started ripping them off her. Instead, she laid there, enjoying the feel of his fingertips as they skimmed over her thigh. A startled gasp left her when he trailed his fingertips between her legs, teasing her in a way that had her licking her lips and spreading her legs further apart for him.

            “Keep reading,” he whispered softly next to her ear as he trailed one fingertip through her wet slit.

            Knowing that he would stop if she didn’t, she quickly searched for her place, but couldn’t find it. Realizing that she must have accidently skipped a few pages when he’d distracted her, she decided to just find a spot and go with it. As she settled on a spot, Trevor sat up and shifted until he was kneeling between her legs. Swallowing back her anticipation, she watched as he lowered his head between her thighs.

            “Read,” he ordered as he spread her legs wider and traced her slit with his tongue.

            “Ummm,” she said, gasping when she felt that wickedly talented tongue flick over her clit.

            “Read.”

            “O-okay,” she managed to say as she forced her attention away from the dark head between her legs.

As she stared down at the large cock straining to get to her, she couldn’t decide what she wanted more, to take it in her hand and caress it and the heavy sack below it, or to lean over and run her tongue around the head before she took it in her mouth. Other than releasing a very sexy growl, Christofer didn’t say anything as he allowed her to choose. After a minute of debating just how good it would feel in her hand or in her mouth she settled on a compromise.

“Fucking hell!” he growled as she scooted back so that she could lean over him as she gripped the base with one hand, barely able to fit her hand around it, while the other held her up. She used the first stroke of his cock to bring the large tip to her waiting mouth.

Wanting to see his reaction, she tilted her head to the side so that her eyes were locked on his as she brought the large head to her mouth and swiped the underside with her tongue. His jaw clenched tightly as every muscle in his body went rigid, his sexy red eyes locked on her as he watched her.

“Do you like this?” she asked, running the very tip of her tongue over the tiny slit of his cock where his excitement was already beading.

“Yes,” he gritted out between his teeth, forcing himself to stay still when they both knew that he could take over at any minute and probably make her enjoy it.

            “Hmmm,” Trevor said, flicking his tongue through her wet, welcoming slit one last time before he pulled away. “Sounds like they have the right idea.”

            Unable to help herself, and really, why would she try? she looked up from her iPad and watched as Trevor pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing the incredible torso that still had the power to make her mouth go dry even after all these years. Licking her lips in anticipation, she watched as his hands dropped to the fly of his pants, and with lazy movements, slid the zipper down and pulled himself out.

            Eyes locked on the large appendage that she loved so much, she mumbled weakly, “What about the book?”

            “We’ll finish it tomorrow night,” he said soothingly as he reached over and plucked the iPad from her hands.

            “That’s what you said last night,” she absently pointed out as he gave her hand a gentle tug that had her sitting up.

            “And we will,” he said, framing her face as he leaned in to brush his lips against hers. “I promise.”