Unspoken Memories (Unspoken Series) Read online

  I finally got my dress on and was about to dig into my closet for my new heels when I hear a knock at my door. Since I’m on my hands and knees I just yell, “Come in,” over my shoulder as I grab the box containing the heels. I’m already standing up when I feel a hand reach for my arm to help me up. I look up to see Matt smiling down at me with a thin jewelry box wrapped in black with a big red bow tied around it.

  He hands me the box. “I saw this online and knew you had to have it.”

  “Matt, it’s your birthday, I should be buying you something,” I say to him, grabbing for the box. I hesitate about opening it, but Matt has a very anxious look on his face, so I start unwrapping the bow and paper.

  What I see inside takes my breath away.

  It’s a charm bracelet, but it’s breathtaking. Its links are made of beautiful sliver links, similar to a Tiffany’s bracelet. Throughout the links are several tiny rounded charms, and when I lift the bracelet to take a closer look, I can see numbers engraved into them.

  “It’s the distances of the races we’ve run together. I wanted to get you something that would always remind you of those races. Of us,” he says, as he looks down at the bracelet with me.

  As I start to run my fingers over the charms, I noticed that he’s also included the most recent race. It’s of the Portland Marathon. They had included a small charm in their finishers’ swag packet. At the time I had thought to myself, what am I supposed to do with this? Now that I was looking at it, I’m so glad that they had included it.

  Matt also runs his thumb over the same charm as he says, “This one is the most important to me. Deep down inside, I believe it’s the one that brought you to me.”

  My eyes start to tear up as I look up to Matt. “Thank you, I’ll cherish it forever,” I say, clutching the bracelet in my hand.

  Matt reaches down and opens my hand. He takes the bracelet, opens the clasp and wraps it around my right hand.

  I lift my head and look at Matt with tears in my eyes.

  He takes my head, engulfing it with his hands, and tilts it up to meet his lips. I feel the electricity that courses in between our lips burning deep down to my toes. At first his kiss is soft and sweet, but I want more. I drop the box I was still holding and grab for his hips pulling him flush against my body, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues dance together, as our breathing becomes intense. I want him so badly right now. I can’t control the need any longer.

  Matt apparently has a different idea when he pulls us apart for air, pushing me away from his body. He reaches down and gives me another peck on the lips, clearly implying that we’re not going to continue.

  Why is he stopping? I let out a small whine and try to pull him back to me. “Not tonight beautiful, we have to go.”

  “Why not Matt?” My question makes me sound desperate, but I am.

  “Abigail, it’s not what you think. I want you, I do, but I’m not willing to risk messing up what we have. It’s not worth it for a quick fuck.”

  A quick fuck? That’s the way he sees it?

  “That’s all I am to you, aren’t I Matt? Just another pawn in the game you’re used to playing, one where you’re used to making the rules? Nothing is ever going to happen between us because you’ll always use that as an excuse. You’ve already made the decision for both or us.”

  He stays quiet, refusing to answer, but his eyes are conveying the message that I’m correct.

  He probably sees me as one of the girls he’s used to tossing aside since I’m always the one throwing myself at him. He’s never tried to push for more when it came to me, which only proves that I’m right. If he had any intention of something happening he would have pushed for it a long time ago. He’s always had the opportunity since we live together.

  His continued silence hurts and I push him away, reaching down for the shoes. I walk barefoot out into the living room, not wanting to spend another minute alone with Matt. I want to cry so badly, but I bite the inside of my cheek and face the crowd, needing the distraction right now.

  “Damn supermodel, Julio is going to be earning his paycheck tonight. You’re going to have men all over you,” Trey says as I walk over to him. When I reach him he grabs for my hand to twirl me around.

  Matt’s arms can always make me feel better, but Trey’s words can always make me smile. I had to love him for that. Knowing that Matt is probably watching, I purposely avoid looking in his direction and start putting my shoes on, holding on to Trey’s shoulder for support.

  Kelly must have noticed my expression when I walked out because she gets up. “I think we all need a drink before we leave,” she yells, walking over to the island containing all the alcohol.

  I purposely go stand next to Kelly, dragging Trey up next to me, not allowing Matt a chance to come near me. He’s studying me with piercing eyes from across the island, and it’s driving me crazy. Those damn eyes have a way of reaching down into my soul, even when I’m mad at him. He knows I’m pissed right now and it’s showing as he’s glaring at me with his eyes at a slit.

  I quickly tell Kelly that I’m refusing to drink tonight because I don’t want to get dehydrated before my race and she just rolls her eyes at me and hands me a shot. I automatically shove it back at her and throw my hands up while I back away from the counter.

  She looks irritated that I’m refusing to drink, but I inform her that I’m standing my ground. The reason I’m really refusing to drink is because I know the minute the alcohol hits my system, all bets are off, and I won’t have any control over what happens with Matt.

  Everyone takes his or her shot, then another for the road as Julio comes into the house stating that the party bus has arrived. I had instructed Trey to hire the vehicle because I was refusing to allow anyone to drive and I thought it would be easier than waiting around for a taxi as we left the club. It was paid for the whole night, so it would wait for us. But I think what sold everyone was that they could keep drinking on the way.

  I already knew from the cheering on the way to the bus, that this was going to feel like a very long night.

  AS WE WALK into the club, the music automatically begins to flow through my blood, taking over my body. I immediately pull Matt by the hand and straight to the dance floor, letting my body free. I need to let out a lot of sexual frustration and this is the only safe way I know without Matt pushing me away.

  My hips move along to the beat pounding out of the speakers, the bass taking my mind away as my body grinds up against Matt’s. With his hands roaming all over my body, making me feel sexy and alive, I keep rubbing against him. Although people surround us, it feels like it’s only Matt and I on the dance floor, alone in our own world of ecstasy.

  Moments like these are what I crave, yearn for, knowing that his hands will be touching me, and no one will judge me for it. I live for the feeling of his body next to mine, and the excitement that it sends to my blood. I close my mind and take it all in, dancing like this for at least half an hour, until Kelly taps me on the shoulder, bringing me back to reality.

  “When are we going to start drinking, I’m thirsty,” she shouts into my ear, pointing to the VIP section up above. I look back at Matt hoping that he’s heard her as well, since I don’t want to have to bust his eardrum like she did to mine. He nods and tilts his head in that direction confirming that he heard. He wraps his arm around my waist to lead me off the dance floor making me intoxicated from the contact that he constantly has to have with me.

  We make our way over to the VIP area that has been designated for our little group and I immediately reach for the water, opening it, and downing it with one breath. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was until that first drop hit my tongue, or that I was still standing until I feel Matt’s arm pull me down onto the seat cushion next to him.

  He keeps his arm wrapped around me, pulling me tighter to his hip, clearly stating that he needs me next to him. I almost want to pull away, as if to prove that he has no claim on me tonight, but I would o
nly be lying to myself if I did. Even my body knows who it belongs to, and he was sitting right next to me, branding me with his touch. He was driving me crazy and I was allowing it to take over me.

  Thinking back to what happened earlier in my room was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on me, waking me up to reality again. I can’t allow him to keep winning, so I stand up, using the excuse that I needed to speak to the waitress to order our drinks. I hope that the distraction will put some distance between us.

  He tries holding me to stay next to him, but I ignore him and get up anyways. Even though Matt looks disappointed that I stood up, I couldn’t let him make me weak.

  Once I’m done ordering more alcohol than we really needed, I look over to Matt, wondering what he’s doing. He’s having a conversation with Trey, and I stand there taking him in.

  As if he sensed that I’m watching him, he looks up with his hooded eyes, and his long lashes that drive me insane. His lips go into their usual sexy grin as he looks at me, and it takes all my willpower not to go over to him. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me exactly at this moment.

  Biting my lip, I force myself to turn away, breaking from his spellbinding gaze. I walk over to a darkened corner where Julio is standing off to the side, observing our crowd. I grab on to the rail, facing forward, distracting myself by looking out onto the dance floor below us, watching as the crowd moves with the music.

  I feel him come up behind me, my body already recognizing his touch, like it’s always expecting it. He places both his arms along the sides of my body on the rail in front of me. It locks my body into place, giving me nowhere to go. I stand there and let his body press up against mine, savoring the feel of his chest against my back. I close my eyes and lean my head onto his shoulder, losing myself against his body. He slowly starts to rub his lips against my neck, behind the sensitive spot of my ear. The warmth of his breath sends shivers throughout my whole body, electrifying it.

  “Hey beautiful. Why are you running away from me?” he whispers loudly into my ear before taking the lobe into his mouth and biting it gently.

  The jolts of electricity are intensifying with every word he says. Coursing through my veins, making me weak, and wet with pleasure. I fucking hate how he does this to me. He knows why I’m keeping away from him, and yet he keeps coming to tease me. It makes me suffer and I want to run away some more.

  He starts kissing my neck and I tilt my head to the side giving him better access. As he keeps kissing my neck I say loud enough for him to hear over the music, “Matt, we have to stop this.”

  “Stop what, beautiful?” He’s acting like he has no clue what he's doing to my body.

  I dig for the willpower to speak. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, you’re teasing me, it's killing me, and it's torture,” I tell him, gripping the handrail harder with a force that is hurting even my palms.

  He simply laughs and grabs my hips pulling my ass up against his hardened erection. “Who says I want to keep teasing you?” he states with determination into my ear.

  I force myself to turn around so I can look into his eyes and see for myself how serious he is. “If you wouldn’t give me a reason to run, I wouldn’t,” I reply before kissing his neck, lightly sucking on it, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

  I stop and pull back so we are looking directly into each other’s eyes. I notice how close our lips are to each other right now. If I were to move forward just an inch, we would be kissing, and I know all hell would break loose then. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself once I’d started. I can feel his breath on my lips and it feels so good. It makes me bite my lip to try to keep myself under control.

  Trey’s voice breaks our world of enchantment. “Hey birthday boy, alcohol is here. You can always get dessert later,” he yells to us over the music and walks away, pulling Matt with him.

  I take a moment to catch my breath, looking around to distract myself. I notice that Julio is standing there, staring in the direction of my friends. I take another deep breath before heading over to the table to join them. As I get there Kelly hands me a shot glass, refusing to let me slide this time.

  “I told you, I’m not drinking tonight. I have to run this weekend,” I plead, trying to force the glass back at her.

  She scrunches her nose at me, before saying, “Quit being a sour puss, it’s your man’s birthday. Take the damn shot.” She shoves my hand back at me.

  I’m about to remind her that Matt is technically not mine to claim, but Trey and David begin the usual birthday toast, and I’m left standing there watching everyone throw their drinks back into their mouths. I place my full shot glass on the table with the rest of the empty ones and hope that no one notices it.

  That plan is a complete bust. As Kelly starts refilling the glasses she notices that mine is still full. “Hey girl, you didn’t drink yours,” she says out loud, scolding me with her eyes. I laugh and tell her to drink it for me, which she does after shrugging her shoulders.

  After another round we all head to the dance floor again. Forty-five minutes later we’re back in the VIP area for round two.

  All the water I had consumed was finally starting to catch up with me, so I stand up and walk over to the waitress asking directions to the bathroom. When she informed me that our section had its own private bathroom, I headed there with Julio in tow.

  After taking care of business and washing my hands, I exit the bathroom, crashing straight into Matt’s chest. I look into his gorgeous eyes as they are staring right back at me with a hunger that I recognize. It’s the same one I feel at this very moment. The one that wants to strip him of every stitch of clothing so I can run my hands over every inch of his naked body. The naked body that he has been teasing me with for months now.

  I’m at the limit of denying myself since I’ve now discovered how close I’ve come to getting it. The hunger is burning through the blood in my veins and the only way to extinguish it is to finally give into that hunger.

  He grabs my hand, enveloping it tightly into his as he pulls me a couple feet down the hallway into a darkened corner. I’m confused, but I don’t question him. When it comes to Matt I already know he always has a motive for what he’s going to do, and I’ve learned to go along for the ride.

  He pushes me against the wall, trapping me against it with his body, grabbing onto my waist with his hands right before he lowers his lips to connect with mine. My lips instantly give in to his request, starving for the taste, opening to allow him to explore my mouth. He entangles his tongue with mine and I can taste the alcohol he’s been drinking tonight, mixed with his own flavor. His taste is so intoxicating that I immediately get drunk from it, wanting more. I’m like an addict when it comes to his kiss, craving my next fix against his mouth. I reach for his neck pulling him tighter against my body, not wanting to give him a chance to escape.

  His hands begin to slowly explore my body, his left creeping up my body to grab my breast, gripping as he massages it. His other hand quickly makes its way down to my leg, hooking it under my knee, pulling it up to wrap around his hip. He grinds his cock against my center, and I feel him come alive against it. His hand starts to travel back up the same leg, making its way up my ass, gripping it with demand. I react by trying to pull him tight with my leg, hating that we have clothing to impede the contact.

  I grip his head tightly within my hands, needing something to help support my now weakened body. I want him to know how badly I need him as we’re still intensely kissing. I can barely breathe at this point. He’s stealing every ounce of breath from me, drowning me of air. The loss makes me lightheaded, but the desire to taste him overpowers my need to breath.

  We finally come up for air and I stare into his eyes, seeing how hungry he is for me. If I didn’t want him just as badly I would be terrified. He slowly begins to trail his lips down my chin to my ear, sensitizing my skin with every kiss he leaves behind. He finally reaches my earlobe and I can hear his heavy breathing agains
t it, matching my own.

  “Matt, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing right now,” I say to him, trying to reassure myself that we should stop, but in reality I don’t want to.

  “I know exactly what I’m doing right now. I’m going to prove to you, beautiful, that I’m not teasing you,” he growls into my ear right before he takes it into his mouth to bite it. He moves his mouth right below my ear to my sensitive spot and does the same, sending my body spiraling into weakness. If he wasn’t holding me up against the wall with his body my legs would have given out and my whole body would have dropped to the floor.

  How is it that he’s able to bring my walls down in one kiss? This is exactly the reason why I was trying to keep him at a distance. I was trying to avoid his touch because I knew the minute he did it I would become weak and give in. I knew that my body would succumb to him and it’s finally happening as I grip his shoulders with the only strength I have left.

  He pushes himself harder into my body. Grinding his hips up against my wetted core, he starts kissing me again, and I moan into his mouth from the pleasure rising in my body. I want him inside me so badly right now; I know I would let him take me right here on the dirty floor if he were to ask. I don’t care anymore.

  He suddenly stops kissing me, and I whimper from the loss of his lips. He drops down to his knees, his head disappearing under my ruffled skirt. I’m so dazed from his kiss that I can’t even comprehend what he’s doing until I feel him hook the same leg that was around his hip, up onto his shoulder. I feel him rip my thong with his hands and his mouth connects with my core. The contact burns from the tip of my toes all the way up my body as he slowly licks his way up my clit.

  I quickly grab onto his shoulders for support, throwing my head back. I close my eyes, letting out a loud moan that vibrates in my neck as I’m standing there digging my fingernails into Matt’s shoulders for support. He’s torturing me with his tongue, licking his way up and down my clit, twirling it around in his mouth, slowly prolonging my climax. I knew his mouth would be sinful, but fuck, I never expected it to torture me with pleasure.