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“Did you want to come up?” I asked Matty as we stood outside my dorm block. It was the first time we’d been alone together since he kissed me, and after being dropped off here by my mom and brother, there was no way I wanted him to leave.

Matty threw me a slanted smile before running a hand through his hair. All signs that he was nervous. Of what? I didn’t know.

“You sure?”

When I nodded and pushed open the door, his smile grew wider. Oh, how his dimples and twinkling eyes could make my heart flutter.

I loved him. If I wasn’t sure about it before tonight, I was certain of it now. Seeing the way Matty handled my mom and Sam made me feel whole. As though everyone in my life was exactly where they should be. Matty seemed happier in my mom’s presence, and although I had no doubts my brother grilled him when I went to the bathroom, he was smiling at the end of it.

Matty’s hand pushed the door the rest of the way open. “After you,” he said, gesturing me to go inside.

As we silently walked up the stairs, passing a few other students who lived in my dorm, Matty wrapped his arm around my waist and rested his hand on my hip. This felt so right. Like I was always his and I was finally able to shout it out from the rooftops.

“I really liked your mom and brother,” Matty said.

“Really? Didn’t Sam give you a grilling?”

“No, not really.” His words were soft, and I turned to him with a raised brow.

“You sure about that? I know Sam, he’s not exactly a shrinking violet.”

Matty chuckled. “He had a few questions, but nothing too hard to answer.”

“So he didn’t give you a grilling?” He shook his head. “My mom did.”

That confession alone made Matty’s green eyes twinkle. “Oh, yeah? What’d she ask?”

When my dorm room was in sight, I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned my head against his chest. “Oh you know, normal things. When did I find out you liked me. How long had we been dating. Was it serious. You know, all the usual things a mom would ask.”

“And what did you tell her?” He might’ve thought he was good at hiding the crack in his voice, but I could hear it.

I shrugged. “I told her the truth. You’d been my best friend since I arrived here, I found out you liked me at Reign’s wedding and we’d become more than friends since then.”

“More than friends?” he huffed out a laugh as I unlocked myself from him to open my door. “I guess that’s one way to describe it. My wife would be better though.”

The door opened and I stared at the dark living room.

My wife.

There it was again. I was so close to telling my mom the truth, the only thing holding me back was the fact Sam was there. He hates surprises on a good day, and he’d been a grouchy asshole since he hurt his wrist. The only way I’d be able to tell him without a table being thrown would be with Max and Bryce present. They worked better as a team and would be able to calm the situation.

Before I could switch the light on, Matty pinned me against the door and kissed me, soft, yet demanding. “I’m still allowed to do this right?” he asked against my mouth.

I tipped on my toes, chasing his touch, and before he could back away completely, I cupped his jaw. “Yes,” I breathed.

“Thank, fuck. I’ve been thinking about kissing you since I kicked that field goal.”

His hands gripped my side, slinking around my waist as he pulled me flush against him. He tilted his head as his lips pressed against mine again. A shallow, soft kiss, full of future promises I couldn’t wait to live out.

I flicked the light on just as our kiss ended, thankful Lydia wasn’t home tonight. It was just us and it was time we finally talked about what that meant.

“Why don’t you have a seat?” I gestured to the couch as I took my jacket off and draped it over the kitchen counter. “Thank you for coming tonight,” I said, sitting next to Matty as he draped his arm around the back of the sofa. It was a long time coming for us to feel comfortable enough to sit in the quiet enjoying just being in each other’s company. Two weeks ago, he left me, determined to prove he was enough for me, but he didn’t need to do that. Tonight proved that. He was enough for me the day he tapped his marshmallow into mine, and he was enough for me now. “Sorry about my mom and her photos. I know she can be a lot.”

He chuckled, kissing my forehead as I leaned my head against his shoulder. “I like her. That Nick guy, though, not so much.”

“Nick?” My brows furrowed and it took me a minute to realize who he was referring to. “Oh, you mean the guy who took me to prom?”

“Mm-hm.”

I waved him off. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. He had some secret girlfriend overseas and only asked to take me to prom because no one else did.”

Getting more comfortable, I slipped my shoes off and leaned into Matty’s chest, resting my hand on his stomach. In this position, I could hear his heart beating, and I’d never felt more alive, knowing it was beating for me.

“You’re kidding, right?” He absentmindedly toyed with my hair.

“No. I technically wasn’t asked to prom. Guys didn’t like that I played football, and some hated that I played better than them. The ones on the team didn’t care, but we were all friends, so dating any of them felt weird, and frankly a little incestuous.”

“I don’t think that was your issue, Wifey.” I tipped my chin and looked up at him with curiosity. “I think it has more to do with your three mildly threatening athlete brothers. But I’m glad the guys at your school weren’t smart enough to take a chance on you, because it means I get to be the one to show you how incredible you are now.”

With that, he captured my lips, kissing me in this messy, frantic way. All his restraint gone. We’d waited long enough to be together, and I needed it. I needed him, and slowly, I melted into him, falling back onto the sofa and taking him down with me. His hand traveled down my body, slipping under the fabric of my jersey before resting on my stomach.

The coldness of his hand forced me to take in a sharp breath, and Matty swallowed, watching the reaction on my face. Even though he was on top of me, it didn’t feel like enough. There was a deep, needy throb aching between my legs at the mere thought that we were finally going to cement our relationship, our marriage tonight. His hand traveled higher until it rested on my ribcage.

My breathing was labored. I was sure he could feel how desperate and needy I was from my ribs, and he didn’t make me wait. When his tongue skated across my lips, I clutched the back of his shirt, wanting to rip it off his body as I tipped my chin, waiting for our mouths to collide.

“I just wanted to say I had a great time with your family tonight.”

I loosened my grip and tried to mask my frown. That wasn’t what I’d expect him to interrupt a make-out session for.

“That’s good,” I drawled out, hoping to hide the huskiness in my voice. “I think they liked you too. My mom told me you were a charming young man.” I rolled my eyes, and Matty’s fingers twitched against my skin, sending tingles of arousal through my stomach. He was the king of patience.

“I liked her a lot, too. She reminded me of you. Funny, sweet, and unassumingly determined.”

I crinkled my nose at the description, and he kissed the tip. “Unassumingly determined? Is that a good thing?”

“It’s the best thing about you. No one knows just how hard you’ll fight for someone or something you really believe in.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled. I was never very good at taking compliments, and hearing them from the man I loved seemed to be even harder.

“No. Thank you for giving me the privilege of seeing you fight for both.”

My work and him. They were the only two things he could be referring to, and my heart warmed at how easily he could make me feel seen and special.

“I’m pretty sure Sam liked you too.” I changed the subject back to him. “He’s a hard ass and usually needs a little winning over, but that’s how I know he likes you. He wouldn’t have bothered to talk to you if he didn’t.”

“That’s good to hear,” he said, leaning down and brushing his nose against mine. “You know, I’m in love with you, Britt?” he confessed before capturing my lips with his. Needy and wanting, we were torturing ourselves out here, and it didn’t feel like we were any closer to it ending. When he pulled back, he said, “It was made clear to me that you might not know that, so I just wanted to say it again. I’m so desperately in love with you I can’t imagine my future with anyone else.”

I blinked a few times, trying to gain my composure as I squirmed underneath him. Matty was so confident in us. Even when there were so many obstacles I couldn’t see straight, he was the one pushing for this to work, and it was only now that I was starting to realize why. We were inevitable. We were never meant to just be best friends. We were always meant to take on the world together.

“I love you too.” I cupped his cheek, drawing him close and kissing him one more time. “I’m sorry I ever made you doubt it. I just didn’t want to get in the way of your happiness.”

“My happiness is you. Always has been.”

As if those words flipped a switch, Matty pushed me back onto the couch, then his hands and lips explored my neck. “You know, I’ve really missed touching you like this.” His tongue flicked against my skin just as the tip of his thumb swiped across the underside of my breast. “And I’d like to make up for lost time if that’s okay with you?”

My body ignited, tired of waiting for him. “That’s fine.”

Matty pushed my jersey up over my breasts and lifted to his knees. I was a complete wreck, but the way he admired me made me feel like the most beautiful woman alive. Much like Vegas, it had been a long night, but one that only seemed to be getting started.

“Yup. I’ve missed this.” His thumb made another swipe across my breast, and I sucked in a deep breath, desperate to feel his touch without my bra in the way.

His hand smoothed across the cup before he pulled it down, exposing my left breast. “I’ve really missed these.” He leaned forward, licking my nipple before scattering kisses across it. I closed my eyes and threaded my hands through his hair as he gave my right breast the same treatment.

My hips moved in time with his tongue lapping across my nipple as I pushed my head back into the cushions.

Floating. I was already floating, so close to a high because of Matty. He was showing me how much he adored me, and it was all I wanted for the rest of my life. Screw the rest of the world. This right here was perfect.

He kissed the valley between my breasts before licking all the way to the jersey and catching my lips in another kiss. Short and sweet, he pushed off me quickly, leaving my head a fuzzy mess.

“I missed this too.”

“What?” I asked in a drugged-up haze.

“You. Squirming and hot underneath me, because it’s all I’ve been thinking about since I licked the last taste of you off my lips.”

He traced kisses across my neck and flicked his tongue out every now and again, eliciting a moan from me.

“Tell me, wife,” he rasped out in the same dark, possessive tone he used last time I was naked in front of him. “Are you going to be as wet for me as when you showed me how you use your vibrator to get off?”

The only answer I could give him was a choked cry as his hand smothered my breast again, taunting my nipple with a pull before he grasped it in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

“You have no idea how good you looked. So wet, taking it all like a good little wife. I wonder if your tight pussy will be able to take my cock just as well.”

Gripping his shirt, I scrunched my nose in an attempt to shy away from the pleasure. He had barely touched me, but my hips were already bucking, chasing a touch I hoped would come.

While popping my nipple out of his mouth, his hand trailed down my body past the bunched-up fabric of my jersey until it was at the top of my jeans. “If I pushed my fingers into your panties right now, would you be soaking wet for me?”

“Yes,” I said with a sigh.

He pushed me up the sofa, ensuring I was leaning against the arm rest before he pulled my jeans and panties off in one swift movement.

The cold air prickled across my skin as Matty’s warm hand cupped my center. I let out a choked cry as his fingers massaged my clit. “You were right. Soaking wet already. I can’t wait to taste you.”

I sighed when his hand left me and he draped my legs over his shoulders, opening me up to him. His face was so close, I could feel his breath against my sensitive flesh. Even though I was desperate to feel his tongue again, we were skating dangerous territory doing this in the living room.

Grabbing him by the hair, I pulled him away from my body and forced him to look at me.

“Matty, we need to take this to my room. What if Lydia comes home?”

He licked his lips, looking between my eyes and my center. “Mm-hm. You’re right. No one is allowed to see you like this but me.” His gaze flicked down my body, stopping at my center to admire the view. “But fuck. Your pussy looks so inviting right now.”

“Come on. Let’s just go to my room.”

Just as I was about to move my legs, Matty looped his arms around my thighs and latched on to me. Before I knew it, he picked me up. With my legs over his shoulders, and my pussy in his face, I was blocking his view and concerned that he would fall.

“Matty,” I said on a shaky breath as he attempted to balance us. It was difficult, to say the least. “I can walk.” I wrapped my arms around his head, too unstable to do anything else. It seemed to help, though, because despite wobbling, he was able to walk toward my room.

“How are you even balancing?” I muttered. “Can you breathe in there?”

“Who needs oxygen when I can live off your pussy?” he said into my center, surprising me with a little lick.

I squealed, nearly falling forward. “Matty! This is so dangerous.”

Walking me in a semistraight line, Matty passed my bedroom door, so I grabbed the arch, directing him with a tug of my arm. “In here,” I said, trying to stop myself from laughing.

He managed to walk into my room until his shins hit the frame of my bed.

“Shit, that hurt,” he said, then dropped me onto the center of the mattress.

His cheeks were bright red; a sign that my thighs had been there, and his hair was all over the place from my attempts at directing him.

“Matty, are you okay?” His eyes were a little dazed as he flashed me that lopsided smile I loved so much.

“Yeah. I’m good, Wifey.” He shook his head and huffed out a breath. “I just realized what a lucky life I have to look forward to.”

Kneeling onto the bed, he made it dip, and I shunted myself up to the headboard to make some space for him.

“But I’m more concerned about you,” he said, resting between my thighs. I’d barely gotten comfortable on the bed before two of his fingers were inside me, and his lips were sealed against my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

Oh.

My.

Goodness.

All the calm was gone. I was frantic. My breathing was heavy, and sweat prickled at my forehead. The only time I’d ever come close to feeling like this was the last time I was with him. Matty growled as he devoured me, and it rumbled through my center, sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

“It’s so good,” I whispered, not able to get anything else out.

Wrapping his arm around my thigh, he pulled me impossibly close to him. I was limp and lustful, and when I looked down at him with hazy eyes, he was watching my reaction. His lips curled at the edges when he realized he was caught, and in that instant, he changed the direction he was flicking his tongue. I moaned, and he repeated the motion a few times before changing direction, making me lose my mind.

He was controlling this. Owning me in the best possible way.

My hips thrusted against his face, and I threaded my hands through his hair, holding him in place as my body took what it needed. I could hardly breathe when he pulled his fingers out of me and replaced them with his tongue while his nose grazed my clit. Sucking in air, I was on the edge of an orgasm for so long I was worried it would never come.

He moved his mouth away from me, and instead of replacing it, he kissed the top of my slit. It was nice but not in the place I needed it most. My clit was throbbing. My hips wanted to buck, but he held them down. Nothing about this was going the way I needed it to. There was no flick of the tongue on my clit. No finger pumping inside me. I was left with the whisper of his lips fanning my center. Close but not quite close enough. It was torture.

“Matty, I’m right there.” Being on the edge like this was verging on the side of painful. My body was clenching against nothing, and I wanted to come so badly, but I couldn’t until he touched me one more time. Then, without warning, he pulled away from me.

Cool air hit my wet pussy, a sting to my core.

“What the hell was that?” I cried without thinking, sitting up to look at him.

So close. I was so close.

I was breathing erratically, staring Matty down as he took me in. My body was overheated. My core burned with need, and I was two seconds away from leaving and dealing with the problem myself.

“You’re so pretty when you’re on the edge,” Matty said, his lips glistening with my essence before he licked it away. “I want to see it again.”

I cried out, gripping the mattress when he pushed two fingers inside me and curled them so they hit the right spot. My body fluttered with a new sensation. I couldn’t describe it, but I also couldn’t talk or think straight.

“Matty. What. Are. You. Doing?” My sentences were short, drawn-out moans in time to his fingers.

“Keeping you as close as possible for as long as possible.”

That was all he said before he dropped down and circled my clit with his tongue again.

It was too fast, and I was too far gone.

“Matty. I’m—”

That was all I got out before my climax hit me. I had no control over my hips as I rode Matty’s face. My hips rocked against his mouth as the slow hit of euphoria flowed through me. Wave after wave kept coming, and I almost felt bad that he would have to take his fingers away soon. I’d barely come down from my high when Matty crawled over me, propping himself above me with his hands on either side of my head.

He dropped a kiss on my lips as I opened my eyes.

“Take your jersey off.” I did as he said, pulling the fabric off my body, then unclasped my bra and tossed it to the side. “That’s the last time you’re going to wear a jersey that doesn’t have our last name on it.”

He kissed down my body, removing his shirt on his way, leaving our skin to brush against each other. I shivered in anticipation. It was finally happening. Our first time, and I was so ready to feel him inside me.

Matty pushed himself off the bed, pulled a condom out of his pocket, and flicked the foil packet. “It’s the one from Vegas. I’ve been walking around with this everywhere because I didn’t want us to miss out again.” He rested it on the sheets next to me, and I bit my bottom lip, holding back on what I wanted to say. Did we need that? We were married, after all, and I was almost certain it was going to be harder for me to get pregnant with PCOS. However, it didn’t feel like the right time to say anything since it’d taken so long to get here.

Matty pulled his sweats and boxers down and stood in front of me. With his hand wrapped around his thick, hard cock, he took me in like it was the first time he’d ever seen me like this, and when I saw a tiny bead of pre-cum on the tip of his dick, I couldn’t wait any longer.

Reaching down, I grabbed the condom and ripped it open. “Can we hurry this up? I just need to feel you inside me.”

I crawled over to him, and Matty groaned when I licked the pre-cum away and wrapped my hand around his shaft, pumping his cock slowly to prep him. I wanted him in my mouth again, but that would have to wait. We had other priorities. He held his cock at the base as I rolled the condom onto it, then moved his hand so it could go all the way down, and once it was in place, I gave his cock a few final strokes. Matty growled, pushing me back onto the mattress, and climbed over me.

Skin to skin, his cock was nestled against my center, getting wet from my arousal. I rolled my hips, not wanting to wait anymore, but Matty didn’t move at first.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, nuzzling his nose against mine before placing a soft kiss against my lips.

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I whispered, gripping his arms as a form of encouragement.

He took a minute to readjust, then guided his cock to my entrance. I sighed even though he was only in an inch because it felt like a pressure had finally been released between us.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he said, dropping his forehead against mine. “For us. To finally know how good it is to be inside you and feel your tight little pussy clench around me while I make you come.”

I tipped my chin up, gently kissing his lips and tasting my own arousal. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and I’m so happy we’re finally here.”

He caught my breath with a kiss as he pushed in until he was fully seated inside me. The prickle of pain dissipated as Matty and I took a moment to look at each other in awe. We were here. This was it. I’d never felt more whole than this moment.

“You doing okay?” he asked, the strain in his voice clear.

“Yes.” I was no better.

After a few beats, he rocked in and out of me, picking up the pace.

“Fuck, Britt. Your pussy is so tight. You feel fucking fantastic.”

I could barely speak. The sensation was building in my body so fast I was doing everything I could to prolong the pleasure. “This is too much,” he gritted out, dipping his hand between us. “I think I’m going to come, and I can’t do that until you do.”

“I came before. I don’t know if I can again.” His fingers circled my clit, and I arched my back, chasing the pleasure. I clenched around him. “That’s it, wife. Do it again.”

He dipped his head down, nipping at my skin, and it only took one more thrust before I was close to falling apart around him. “Fuck,” he gritted out. “You feel amazing. This isn’t going to take long at all.”

“I’m close,” I cried out, the tingles of pleasure working through me. So close. I was so, so close.

“Come for me, Wifey.”

That was all it took, and I broke apart, taking him with me. Slow, languid movements took over as he rode through the ecstasy, leaving us a hot, sticky mess.

Matty kissed my shoulder, and his breath fanned my skin as he slowly rocked inside me.

“That was…” he breathed out.

“Everything,” I replied for him, swiping my sweaty brow.

I was on a high, my body vibrating with a pleasure that I only felt when he was with me. Matty gently rolled off me and walked to the bathroom. When he came out, he had disposed of the condom and his dick was at half-mast.

“You’re not ready for another round, are you?”

He looked down at his erection and chuckled. “I mean, not yet. I was planning on giving you another orgasm or two before we got back to mine.”

I gulped as Matty grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. Our bodies were sticky, and I could feel his soft dick hardening.

“However, we’ve had a long day, so maybe we keep that for another night. We have forever, afterall.”

He pushed a piece of hair out of my face and dropped a kiss on my lips. My eyes were heavy, and my lids were shutting as the high from the orgasm started to wear off.

“I love you, Britt.”

“I love you too,” I whispered.

“Get some sleep. I have something important to show you tomorrow.”

I was too tired to question him, and as his body wrapped around mine, a sense of calm surrounded me, lulling me into sleep.

Finally, I felt at peace with my best friend and husband by my side.