Page 8 of Saving Grace
Yes, he was. Matt would analyze what that meant later. Right then he was busy making her come for him. Her moans and whimpers were his. His tongue swirled relentlessly on her clit as he pushed two fingers inside her. Her entire body quaked. It would give him the satisfaction to have Troy hear her screams of pleasure, but he also knew she’d be embarrassed if the entire diner heard her.
“Oh, God,oh, …hmph.” Matt covered her mouth with his other hand, effectively muffling her cries just as her orgasm shook her. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and worked his mouth against her swollen clit—pulling, sucking, and prolonging her pleasure.
There was a rap on the door and a rattling of the knob.
“Matt?”
Fuck. Millie.
“We’re almost done,” he called out.
“You better not be doing what I think you’re doing in there.”
“What do we do?” Grace whispered in a panic, dislodging her legs from around his shoulders so fast, the heel of her boot hit his head.
“Fuck!”
“You destroyed my tights!” she accused, tugging off her boots to remove the shorn pieces of nylon.
“Matt?” Millie repeated, this time with censure in her voice.
“Five minutes!” he yelled.
“You guys have three.”
Matt puffed a sigh of relief when he heard the diner owner walk away.
“Sorry about that,” he told Grace sheepishly. “Do you need to use the ladies’ room? I’ll wait for you at the diner.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her flaming ear. Cute.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Grace mumbled, avoiding his eyes and instead, focused her attention on fidgeting with her torn tights.
Wait. What?
“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting you return to Troy,” Matt growled, taking the ruined nylons from her and pocketing them. “Look at me, Grace.”
“I told you. I’m with Troy.”
“Since when?”
“Does when even matter, Matt?”
“You’re picking him over me,” he stated flatly.
“There was no picking one over the other and you know it. Were you even a choice until Troy showed his interest?” Grace’s eyes were hard. At his continued silence, she shrugged. “I didn’t think so.”
He wasn’t about to beg. It wasn’t like that between them. They fucked once—fooled around once. She was nothing more than a good lay for him as he was to her. Matt strode to the door, but he simply couldn’t walk out without one final attempt. Staring at the door with his hand on the knob, he said, “I’ll be at the garage all day. I’ll be waiting for you to come to me.” He turned his head slightly to the side. “I hope you do.”
Matt waited all day and night. Grace never showed up.
CHAPTER THREE
Matt
Matt wasn’t marching over to Troy’s compound and demanding he turn Grace over. He wasn’t that pathetic. But he had talked himself down several times in the early hours of the morning from riding his bike and fetching that damned stubborn woman from Troy’s bed. It really hurt thinking about Grace and deLamar together. But she made her choice clear.
No. You made it for her, asshole.That nagging voice in his head was on repeat. Over and over. He didn’t even know why he wanted her. The sex blew his mind. Sure, she was the best he’d ever had, but he had never let his dick rule his head.
Mostly.