Waiting on Forever (15 page)

At exactly 9 p.m., Matt comes strolling inside. Although he’s just wearing jeans with a fitted t-shirt and a baseball cap turned backwards, my stomach and heart flutter like crazy and my giddy smile is shining bright on my face.

“Hey baby,” he greets me, pulling me into his side and kissing my forehead.

Almost like a habit now, I wrap my arms around his waist and look up at him with a smile.

“Hey.”

“Shit, Babe. You smell like a fryer,” he jokes, sniffing my hair.

“Um, do ya see where I work?” I motion to the area around us.

“Looks like we’re takin’ a shower before movie night.” He takes my hand as we start towards the exit.

“Movie night?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but don’t get your hopes up. We don’t watch any chick flicks.”

“Wait, you’re talkin’ about with the guys?” I ask, surprised.

I thought he was just implying that he wanted
us
to watch a movie. I didn’t know that he and the guys actually have a designated night for watching a movie together.

“Don’t judge. It’s part of our team bonding thing that coach makes us do.”

“Not at all,” I say shaking my head with a smile. “Do you all snuggle under a blanket together, too?”

Throwing his arm around my neck and yanking me into his side, he laughs. “Ugh. What am I gonna do with you?”

Hmm, shall we go down that road again?

“Yo MJ. This shits for real, huh? Bringin’ a girl to movie night?” The guy who interrupted our bathroom session the other day announces as soon as we walk in the door.

“She’s the real deal, man,” Matt responds, looking down at me with a wink.

Calm down butterflies, calm down.

“Leah, right?” the guy asks, reaching out his hand.

“Yeah,” I answer, meeting his hand with mine.

“Kyle,” he responds. “Hope you’re okay seein’ some titties, ‘cause tonight’s movie is Striptease.”

“Every girls got em,” I joke.

You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.

“Yeah, buddy!” Kyle shouts, apparently happy with my answer. “Good pick, Dude!” he adds, patting Matt’s shoulder before walking away.

“Maybe hangin’ out with them isn’t such a good idea,” Matt questions, carrying my bag in one hand and mine in the other as we make our way upstairs.

“Eh, they don’t bother me,” I assure him.

Just the Barbies who want in your pants.

After taking a quick shower and putting on a pair of Matt’s boxers and a t-shirt, we meet up with the rest of the guys in the living room for my first football house movie night. Being the perfect boyfriend that Matt is, he grabs me the comforter from his room, a coke from the fridge, and a bag of peanut M & M’s.

“How’d you know I like peanut M & M’s?” I ask as we snuggle up on one of the couches.

He winks. “Saw them on your desk yesterday.”

Okay butterflies, flap away!

Smiling at him in return, I snuggle in closer and thank the lord above for giving me this perfect man.

{
Beep, beep, beep, beep…}

Swatting at the nonexistent end table next to me, I try to turn off the god awful beeping noise torturing my ears.

Removing his arm from my waist, Matt reaches behind himself and picks up the source of the noise–his cellphone. After quickly turning it off, he wraps his body back around mine.

“Mmm, can we just lay here in bed all day?” he quietly asks, placing a series of gentle kisses down the back of my neck.

“Love to,” I answer, rolling over to face him so I can sneak a peek of his adorable morning face.

“What time’s your first class?” he asks, slipping his hand on the side of my face so that his thumb is in front of my ear and fingers behind it.

“Eleven.”

“Bummer, mine’s at ten,” he pouts. “You can stay here, though, until you’ve gotta go.”

“K,” I respond, leaning in and kissing him.

“Ugh, this totally sucks,” he says, removing his mouth from mine. Raising my eyebrows for further clarification, he adds, “because kissin’ me like that makes me want to do things to you that I don’t have time to do.”

Just hearing him talk about the dirty things he wants to do to me makes me ache with desire. I think all my years of being a prude are crashing down on me, making me crave Matt every second of the day.

Sliding my hand down his chest and inside his boxers, I wrap my fingers around his length.

“Ahh…god…yeah, this doesn’t help,” Matt barely gets out, breathing heavy and enjoying my hand moving up and down his shaft.

“Oh fuck it!”

He gives in, pushing on top of me, pressing his mouth over mine, and sliding his hand down into my shorts. Just as he’s done before, he slides two fingers up into my sex, but this time circles his thumb over my clit.

Holy shit!

The combined stimulation sends a fury of pleasure up and throughout my body and it doesn’t take long before I feel my body tingling and warming, preparing to unfold. Increasing my movement, I quicken the pace around Matt’s shaft knowing that my body is not going to be able to hold on much longer. Matt slides his mouth down over my chest, nipping at my erect nipple poking through my shirt. Any chance of holding on has been thrown out the window, because the warmth pooling in my sex releases into a mesmerizing orgasm.

“Fuck…” Matt moans just as his body tenses and unravels above mine.

Collapsing on top of me, he rests his head in the fold of my neck. Once he’s able to catch his breath he looks up at me and says, “This is the best damn reason to be late to class.”

After getting cleaned up and dressed, Matt grabs his things and pecks me quick before bolting out the door.

Chapter 20

Leaning over the side of the bed where my backpack is, I pull my cellphone out of the front pocket and set my alarm clock on it for forty minutes from now. Since I am now the pathetic obsessive girlfriend that I hate, I switch the pillow that I now consider mine with Matt’s and inhale his heavenly scent while I drift back to sleep with a sense of euphoric bliss spreading throughout my body with a complimentary grin smeared across my face.

So this is what love feels like.

Feeling like I’ve been asleep for less than a minute, my Bon Jovi ring tone starts singing on my phone, startling me awake.

Much better than that god-awful beeping noise Matt has his set to.

I rub my hands vigorously up and down my face, trying to encourage my body to fully wake up. I’m pretty sure I went to sleep at a decent hour last night–at some point I fell asleep on the couch and Matt must have carried me up to bed, but for some reason I’m exhausted. It must be all my new extracurricular activities.

Being sexually active is exhausting!

Can I consider it exercising? It
is
quite the work out. I remember my high school gym teacher telling us that if you’re not sore the next day, then you didn’t work-out hard enough. Well, I
am
pretty sore right now in an area that seems to be getting some extra attention these days, so yeah, I’d consider our extracurricular activity a work out.

Laughing at my ridiculous rambling brain, I stand up and reach for my bag to get the clothes and toiletries that I packed for today. After getting dressed, I open the door and look up and down the hallway. My stomach twists a little, not knowing who else is home and being here by myself without Matt as my security blanket. Luckily I don’t hear or see anyone and the door to the bathroom is cracked open, indicating that no one is inside.

Just as I rinse the remaining toothpaste out of my mouth the bathroom door swings open with a half-naked guy barreling in. I look up, panicked.

“Oh shit…sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here,” he apologizes with an embarrassed grin.

I now recognize him as Landyn; the guy I met the other night who is in my photography class.

Wow!
My eyes focus on the huge bulge in his boxer briefs before snapping back to his face.

“Uh, yeah…” he says mortified, cupping himself.

“Morning wood,” I answer, shrugging my shoulders. “You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all,” I joke, even though my stomach is twisting every which way and I’m using every single muscle in the back of my eyes to keep them looking straight and not back down.

What the hell? Am I a dick-a-holic now?

“Yeah…well, um…I’m gonna go back to, um…my room now,” Landyn says awkwardly, starting to step backwards.

“No, I’m done. It’s all yours.” I smile as I pick my things up off the counter and shimmy past him.

Holy fucking shit! That was awkward.

Lesson number one when staying over at Matt’s house–lock bathroom door when inside.

Grabbing my backpack and looking around Matt’s room to make sure I’m not forgetting anything, I swing open his door to leave.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” Landyn greets me in the hallway.

“Nice to see you’re dressed this time,” I joke.

“Yeah. Well apparently we’ve got a new girl roommate, so it looks like clothes are a requirement from now on.” He smiles.

Feeling like I’m encroaching on their living space, I give him an apologetic look.

“It’s fine, really. I don’t care,” he assures me, resting his hand on my lower back.

I exhale deeply, relieved that he’s not annoyed with me for staying here. Although, isn’t that what these sports houses are all about? A revolving door of one night stands.

“Aren’t’cha used to girls sneaking out in the morning?” I ask, locking Matt’s door before making my way down the hallway with him.

“Nah. They usually get kicked out much earlier,” he winks, opening the front door once we get down the stairs.

“Wow. I feel special,” I answer sarcastically.

“You should,” Landyn says confidently. “No girl ever stays the night with MJ.”

Should I take this as a compliment or be disgusted? This statement can go two different ways. It’s a compliment in the sense that Matt has never liked a girl enough to let her spend the night, but it also implies that he’s a fuck’em and leave’em kind of guy. He does what he has to do, then kicks them to the curb before they can even mutter their number to him.
No!
Matt’s not like that. He’s way too nice of a guy to do something like that.
Right?

I don’t respond to Landyn’s statement. We just walk to campus in silence, but, my mind is running in circles trying to figure out which guy Matt is. I’m afraid that if I respond to Landyn, he’ll elaborate and I’ll hear the answer that will destroy my insides.

I’m a little weirded out that Landyn walks with me to my first class and opens the door for me when we get there. But then I remember that my first class on Tuesdays is photography, the class Landyn and I have together. Instead of individual desks, the classroom is set up with six high tables and two chairs at each one. Usually I sit at the front left table and Landyn finds one in the back, but apparently when you see someone’s junk that classifies you as friends who sit next to each other in class because that’s exactly what Landyn does. After I take my usual seat, he sits down next to me.

Although I’m not used to having friends and class buddies, it’s not something I’m opposed to. It just
never
happens. So to show that I’m okay with him sitting here, I smile at Landyn before leaning over and getting my photography notebook and pen out of my bag. Remembering that I haven’t turned my cellphone to silent yet, I grab it from the front compartment of my bag. When I pull it out it’s blinking with a missed text. Unlocking the screen, I notice it’s from Matt.