Page 19 of The Scrum-Half (Lincoln Knights #3)

Harper

My body thrummed with anticipation as we drove back to the house, chatting about the match and swapping stories about what had happened on and off the pitch.

I told Matty about being introduced to everyone, Hannah buying me food, and Jack’s desire to consume sausage sandwiches at a rate of knots.

I decided not to mention any more details of what Hannah had said about her struggles with parenting because, even though I was sure Matty knew how she felt, it didn’t feel like the right time to discuss it.

But I did mention that we’d had a nice chat and how much I liked her.

“I’m glad,” Matty said. “She’s a fun person, if a little bit terrifying at times.

I met her at a party in London years ago and we just sort of stuck to each other.

We’ve never really had a formal relationship, but she’s one of my best friends and that helps with the whole co-parenting thing.

I’m really glad you like her. And for the record, I know she likes you too. ”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. She, er, she called me a prick when I was rude to you when Jack was sick. Told me to get my head out my arse.”

I bit my lip and looked out the window, trying really hard not to reveal I’d overheard part of that conversation. “I should say thank you.”

Matty chuckled. “You can tell her next time she calls. Just make sure I’m not in the room.”

“Don’t want her to know she was right?”

“Something like that,” he said, glancing at me with a wry smile.

“It’s funny, sometimes I don’t see much of her in Jack and then he’ll do something and it’s like being face-to-face with a mini-Hannah.

Like… you know when you say something he doesn’t agree with?

And he gives you that withering look that says, ‘You’re ridiculous and I’m judging you’? Yeah, a hundred percent Hannah.”

I laughed because I knew exactly the expression he meant. It was one that always made me smile because Jack always looked adorable while wearing it, even if he was trying to be scathing.

“He’s getting her generosity too, and her determination. I think if he ends up with some of her skills, he’ll be a force to be reckoned with, whatever he does.”

“I think he will too,” I said. “He’s wonderful and I love him.”

“Thanks, I’m glad you do. He loves you too, in case you were wondering. He told me the other night.”

“Really?” I asked, looking over at him with wide eyes and a racing heart.

“Yeah, I tucked him in and he said, ‘Daddy, I love Harper, he is best at dancing and we watched Old Bear .’”

My lip wobbled slightly, my eyes prickling at the edges.

I loved knowing I’d gained the trust and affection of the kids I worked with because it meant I was doing something right.

And since there’d been several nannies before me, I’d expected Jack to be very cautious, so knowing I’d managed to gain his confidence in only a few weeks was magical.

It reminded me how much I loved my job and how important it was to me.

It was the reason I shouldn’t have been considering hooking up with Matty, especially knowing what was at stake.

But dammit, I wanted to be loved. I wanted romance and adoration and someone who looked at me like I was their whole world.

I didn’t know if Matty could be that person, but the way he’d respected my boundaries as we’d kissed last night…

and the way he’d kept kissing me while we’d made breakfast, like he couldn’t get enough but didn’t need anything else.

It nudged at the romantic, soft spot inside my heart and whispered that maybe he could be that person if I let him.

Which was probably ridiculous because how well did I really know the man?

I was letting myself dive head first into a situation which would likely end in a big fucking mess, but apparently I wasn’t going to do anything to stop myself.

Maybe I just had to trust my heart on this one and hope it knew what it was doing.

As we pulled into the drive, an excited throb of desire made my pulse kick up a notch.

I tried to think about what I wanted from this evening and how far I was happy to go.

It was a little strange to find myself considering whether I actually wanted to have penetrative sex, but then again, I’d always found myself wanting to take it slower with men I was interested in romantically.

If it was just a fling—something fun for the night or the weekend—I’d never had any qualms about fucking them or letting them fuck me, depending on what I wanted, but when I cared about someone, it was different.

I couldn’t explain why, but it was just how my brain worked.

As soon as it smelt romance it wanted kissing and soft touches before we went further.

Maybe it was trying to figure out if my partner felt the same as me or how compatible we were.

After all, if the sex was bad with a one and done, I could just leave and laugh about it with Marissa over a glass of wine.

But with a boyfriend, it had the potential to make things more complicated.

We climbed out of the car and I followed Matty towards the front door, trying to keep the conversation light by asking random questions about rugby.

I had no idea what I was talking about, but I wanted to say something.

I wasn’t normally a nervous chatterer, and it almost irritated me that I’d suddenly become one.

It wasn’t like I had anything to be nervous about.

Except for the fact that if things went wrong between Matty and me, my entire life could explode spectacularly causing me to lose the career I’d spent the last ten or so years working towards, but I still wanted to do it anyway.

Okay, maybe I did have something to be worried about.

“Are you okay?” Matty asked as he put his bag on the floor, frowning as he took my hand and studied my face. “You seem nervous. If you don’t want to do anything, we don’t have to. There’s no expectation. We can just make dinner and watch some Drag Stars .”

“Ignore me. I’m getting in my head,” I said, closing the gap between us and putting my arms around him. I liked that he was shorter than me.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. I’d rather you kissed me instead.”

Matty put his hand up to cup my jaw and leant closer, his breath ghosting across my face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Kiss me.”

His lips were hot and rough, and damn, was it everything I’d wanted since we’d parted that morning.

His touch forced my worries away, locking them in a box where they could wait until later.

I sighed happily as his tongue licked across the seam of my mouth, pressing inside to brush against mine.

A desperate feeling of want heated my skin, dispersing any lingering doubt and replacing it with need.

My kisses turned hungry as I gripped the back of his T-shirt, one hand sliding down to cup his arse and squeeze the firm muscle. Matty groaned and nipped my lip, his cock swelling against my hip.

We were still stood in the middle of the hallway just outside the playroom, and I needed us to be somewhere else. It didn’t matter where as long as I could push him down and play with him.

“Want to go upstairs?” Matty asked, breaking away to look up at me with burning eyes. He wanted this as much as I did.

“Sure.”

He grabbed my hand and began to pull me towards the stairs, his eagerness making me laugh. It felt good to be desired like this, as if something terrible would happen if he didn’t get his hands on me immediately.

I hadn’t been in his room before, there had been no need for me to be, and I was curious to see what it looked like.

It was at the end of the corridor, and I got the impression of large windows on two walls, sage green paint, and a big wooden bed with white sheets and a deep green throw across the end before Matty pulled me in for another kiss.

His fingers reached for the bottom of my T-shirt as he murmured, “Can I take this off?”

“Yes,” I said. “As long as you take yours off too.”

He pulled my shirt up and over my head. For once I didn’t have to worry about my glasses getting dislodged because I’d put contact lenses in.

It also meant I’d be able to see every detail of his body without having to squint.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Matty said as his fingers traced across my chest, casually rubbing his thumb over my nipple and drawing a breathy moan from my lips.

“Your turn.”

He smirked as he used one hand to pull his Knights T-shirt off, revealing a toned torso and muscled chest covered in dark red hair.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words were lost as I slammed my mouth into his.

The two of us staggered backwards, the back of Matty’s knees catching on the edge of the bed.

He went down and took me with him, and I barely managed to keep myself from head-butting him.

“Easy,” Matty said with a laugh.

“Sorry,” I said, rolling off him so I could climb properly onto the bed.

“Don’t be,” he said. “You’re right where I want you.”

He pounced, pinning me to the bed with his knee between my thighs and his hands on either side of my head. I grinned as I hooked my leg around him and sank my fingers into his hair, kissing him like my life depended on it. Our kisses had gone from hungry to downright wet, filthy, and desperate.

My cock ached in the confines of my jeans, straining against the tight material of my underwear. I groaned as I rolled my hips, trying to find any form of friction or relief. Matty moaned into my mouth as my dick ground against his, and that only made me want more.

I shifted slightly and used the leg I had hooked over his to get more leverage, greedily rubbing against him. Need clawed at my chest, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop kissing him. I considered trying to get my hands in between us to unbutton my jeans, but that was still going to disrupt us.

It would all depend on how long I could go without more.

Turned out, it wasn’t long.

Matty muttered something like “fucking perfect” against my lips as he thrust his hips, sending pleasure rolling through me. And that was all I needed to demand we move things along.

I flipped us over so I was sitting on his thighs, the bulge of his cock right in front of me.

He grinned as I reached for the button on his jeans, trying to undo mine at the same time.

It would have been easier to do one at a time, but my brain was completely lust-addled and common sense had long since gone out the window.

There were so many things I wanted to do to him and have him do to me, but I didn’t have the patience to start with anything time-consuming. Orgasms first, planning what we’d do next afterwards.

After all, it wasn’t like we didn’t have time for more than one round.

Matty lifted his hips to allow me to tug his jeans and underwear far enough down to release his dick, delight evident on my face when I got a good look at his cock.

It was thick and veiny, with a fat mushroom head already leaking precum, the foreskin rolled back, and a neatly trimmed thatch of red curls around the base.

“One day, I want this inside me,” I said as I wrapped my fingers around him.

“Mmm, fuck. Whatever you want, darling.”

“Do you have a preference?” I asked as I tried to open my own jeans, then realised I’d need both hands. Which was a crime, honestly.

“I switch,” he said, watching me closely as I knelt up and ungracefully shoved my jeans and trunks down as far as they’d go. It made kneeling harder, so I begrudgingly slid onto the bed beside him so I could tear them off. “You?”

“Same,” I said, throwing my leg back across him and gasping as I spat into my hand and wrapped it around both our shafts. “Depends on my mood.”

“Same here,” he said with a deep moan as my thumb smeared precum across the skin. “What do you like, darling? Want me to take care of you?”

“Sometimes… but, mmm, sometimes I just want to get lost in someone. Just enjoy each other. I-I’m not always the best at being told what to do.”

He chuckled, the sound melting into a groan as I stroked us, my fist creating a tight, slick tunnel for us to fuck.

The friction was perfect and watching Matty’s face made everything a thousand times hotter.

He was so open with his pleasure—mouth open, eyes fluttering closed, one hand reaching out to grip my thigh as the other wrapped itself around my fist, helping me to jerk the two of us off.

He swore as he pushed his hips up, thrusting his cock further into my hand.

I gasped, my hips jolting. It was so fucking good, the perfect combination of heat and friction, but it was Matty’s desire that sent me over the edge. If there was one thing that always got me off, it was being adored.

“’M close,” I said, trying not to take my eyes off him as I chased my release.

“Fucking cover me in it,” Matty said. “Bet you look so beautiful when you come.”

He groaned as I worked us faster, the slapping sound of skin on skin echoing in my ears and mixing with our moans in a way I wished I could record and listen to on repeat. I’d get off to it every day.

His cock pulsed, another burst of precum spurting across my fingers and adding more delicious slickness. I was so close…

I gasped as my orgasm rolled through me, bringing with it wave after wave of decadent pleasure.

Cum shot over my fist, dripping onto his stomach and pooling at the base of his cock.

Matty groaned, his hand working mine and squeezing my fingers around him.

It was verging on too much but I didn’t want to stop, not until he’d come too.

“Gonna come,” Matty said, spitting the words out from between gritted teeth. I moaned and nodded, unable to find a way to tell him how much I wanted it. Matty groaned out my name as his cock throbbed in my fingers, his cum mixing with mine as it spilled across our skin.

My gaze was fixed on his face as I tried to memorise the way his orgasm wrote itself into his expression. The way his partially open mouth curled in the corner, the flare of his nostrils, and the satiated hunger in his eyes. But I wondered if he’d be contented for long.

I didn’t think I would be.

Now I’d had a taste, I knew I’d want more.

It was like when I opened a punnet of fresh strawberries—it was impossible to only have one. Especially not when the rest of them were just there, waiting.

I leant down and kissed him, revelling in the taste of his satisfaction.

There was no way I was going to listen to my worries now. Temptation had won, and it was too delicious to ignore.