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  Matt’s Return

  By Tessie Bradford

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

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  Daytona Beach, FL 32118

  Matt’s Return

  Copyright © 2011 Tessie Bradford

  Edited by Corrie Blackmon

  Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-361-4

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Electronic Release: August 2011

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  For Hunter

  Chapter One

  Molly glanced over at the front bay window as she inserted her key in the lock, surprised that the interior of her home was pitch-dark. Knowing she would face a fifteen-hour day when she’d left at eight that morning, she was positive she’d turned on a lamp on her way out. The porch light was on, so it wasn’t a power outage, probably just a burned out bulb. She walked inside, anticipating a cold glass of wine and a warm bath. She closed the door behind her. An arm wrapped around her middle and pulled her back roughly as a large hand clamped down over her mouth.

  “I’ve been waiting an awfully long time for you to get home, sweetheart,” a gruff, baritone voice breathed against her ear.

  Molly dropped her purse to the floor. Panic, instant and fierce, welled up in her chest, and adrenaline pumped into her limbs. Frantically, she kicked and writhed while clawing desperately at the hand on her face. The man tightened his muscular arms on her body, locking her in his vise-like grip. He didn’t even flinch as her nails raked his skin. He flexed his hips against her back, and Molly’s groan was barely audible against his palm. The evidence of his arousal was staggering.

  “Three years,” he growled, slowly flexing his fingers in the soft flesh of her hip. “Three years since my cock has been buried deep into a woman’s soft, wet heat.”

  Molly whimpered when the tip of his tongue laved a trail from her earlobe down the side of her neck.

  “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, sweetheart, but we most definitely will be doing it.” He nipped at the exposed skin of her shoulder. Molly quit fighting. He moved his hand from her face and down to cup under one heavy breast. He ran the pad of his thumb across her beaded nipple.“Jesus Christ, Matt. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You scared the crap out of me!” Her breathing was labored, and her voice shook.

  In a flash, Matt swung her around and hauled her against his massive frame by grabbing onto both cheeks of her ass. She barely had time to wrap her arms around his neck before his lips crashed down on hers. His tongue surged into her mouth. Like a man on the brink of starvation, he devoured her, consumed her and branded her with his heat and his need. Molly met him with equal fervor, running her tongue along his, glorying in the barely leashed strength and passion that was Matt.

  She ran her fingers through his hair, noting that it was soft and shoulder length now, so different than the spiky buzz cut he used to sport. She grabbed two fistfuls and held on. They kissed desperately until the need for oxygen forced them apart.

  “You’re a real bastard, Matt McLeod,” she whispered, tugging his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans.

  “I know, sweetheart. Believe me, I know.” He popped the buttons of her blouse and shoved it down her shoulders.

  “Six months. You said you’d be back in six months, thirty-six months ago.”

  Chapter Two

  Matt raised both arms, and Molly quickly removed his shirt and tossed it aside. She ran her hands across his muscled chest, stopping to trace the raised skin of the scars she remembered, finding a couple of new ones in the process. Her heart clenched at the thought of Matt being hurt, again.

  “It was out of my control, Molly. They sent me so deep this time that I had no way to contact you.” He briefly fondled her breasts through the lacy fabric of her bra before flicking the front clasp and pushing it aside. He bent and took a nipple into his mouth. Matt sucked greedily, and with each eager tug, her pussy quivered with anticipation.

  “You could have told them no,” she muttered, opening his jeans with shaky fingers and releasing his glorious erection. She wrapped both hands around him. Matt was a big man. Six feet four inches of hard goodness, honed to perfection during years of intense physical exertion. She gave a teasing squeeze before running her thumb across the dampened head of his penis.

  “I don’t ever look back, Molly. You know that,” he groaned after releasing her breast. “And if you keep that up, I’m going to come in your hands.” He went down on his knees and grabbed the hem of her skirt. “Pull it up or push it down, sweetheart. Your choice.”

  Molly bunched the fabric around her waist. Matt leaned forward and nibbled at her mound through her silk panties. She held her breath, waiting for what she knew would come next. He ripped the fabric from her pussy and threw it over his shoulder.

  “My underwear expenditures went way down while you were gone,” she giggled, spreading her legs for him.

  “Hopefully, you saved the extra money, sweetheart, because I’m back for good.”

  Excitement, hope, confusion and about a hundred questions flooded Molly’s brain, but she wasn’t given an opportunity to fully digest his declaration. Matt’s skillful tongue touched her swollen pussy lips while one long, thick finger dove into her weeping channel. She moaned loudly and ground herself against him.

  For three years, memories of Matt pleasuring her with his mouth and his hands and his cock had gotten her through the endless lonely nights. He understood exactly what she needed, what would cause her body to soar on waves of indescribable ecstasy and how much she could take. He was a demanding, insatiable lover who made her feel like the most desirable woman on the planet.

  Molly’s knees began to shake as her impending orgasm built in strength. She held onto the back of his head. “Oh God yes, Matt. Please…please…”

  His rumbling laugh vibrated along her swollen flesh, and he filled her further with another finger. When he turned his attention to her clit, she exploded, bucking wildly and crying out his name. He continued his sweet torture until Molly pushed back on his shoulders and slid to the floor in front of him.

  “My turn,” she rasped, using all of her might to topple him onto his back. She was under no delusion that she possessed the strength required to force Matt McLeod into a position he didn’t want to be in. The only reason he laid sprawled on her carpet was because he chose to be there. She tugged the worn denim over his hips, knowing he was bare beneath the fabric and, if he had been in her house for more than thirty seconds, he was barefoot. She crawled between his legs and carefully palmed his balls in one hand while wrapping her other around the base of his cock.

  “Molly, I’m not in a ‘lay back and take it’ kind of mood,” he warned.

  “Deal with it, Matt. I want to taste, too.” She lowered her head and breathed the last of her words over his swollen crown. She touched the tip of her tongue to the drop of liquid seeping from his slit.

  “I apparently came back just in the nick of time,” he commented quietly. “You seem to have forgotten the rules.” He fisted a hand in her hair, tugging her up so his magnificent penis was just out of reach. “I’m looking forward to refreshing your memory.”
r />   Butterflies danced in her stomach, and her pussy clenched and warmed at the sensual threat. Lord, she’d missed him. “May I suck your cock, Matt?” She shot him a hooded glance before lowering her eyes to his crotch.

  “Much better, sweetheart.” He loosened his hold and shifted his hips.

  Molly reverently took him into her mouth, reacquainting herself with his size and flavor. Slowly, allowing herself time to adjust, she circled the rim. She sucked gently then popped him free to run her tongue down the underside. Wanting, needing to give him ultimate pleasure, Molly nipped and kissed down his length until her lips touched his heavy balls. She tickled the ultra-sensitive skin and smiled when Matt’s thighs trembled. She licked a tantalizing trail on her way back to the top and closed her lips around him. Molly took as much as she could, savoring the sensation of being stretched wide, and proceeded to devour him. Up and down, faster and faster, she couldn’t get enough.

  “Stop!” he ordered, wrenching her off his cock with a groan. “Condom, front pocket.” His voice was ragged as he reached across the floor and grabbed his discarded pants.

  Molly fumbled with the packet, trying three times before finally ripping it open. The second he was sheathed, Molly found herself flipped over onto her back with Matt poised at her entrance. He stared down at her.

  “It’s been so long, Molly. I’ve missed you so much. I don’t think I’m gonna be able…” The effort of his restraint was evident in his tone and was Molly’s undoing.

  She grabbed onto his forearms and wrapped her legs around his hips. “I don’t want gentle, damn it. Fuck me, Matt.”

  Molly cried out when he entered her in one powerful stroke. His lips crashed down on hers, and his tongue swept into her mouth. They kissed frantically before he slowly drew back and lifted her legs to rest against his shoulders.

  “So sweet. God, you’re so tight and sweet.”

  Matt grabbed her thighs, and his sexy growl rumbled in the air as he finally began to take her the way she needed to be taken. His powerful, possessive thrusts increased in intensity until they were both panting. Over and over again, he pounded into her body, stoking her internal fire to catastrophic heights. Sweet tension coiled in her pussy. She rotated her hips desperately.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. I need to feel you milking my cock.”

  “Yes, yes,” she moaned as she came apart. Thunderous waves of pleasure washed through her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Her internal muscles clenched spasmodically. Matt let go of her legs and leaned forward, gathering her tightly in his arms as he shouted his release.

  They remained locked together as Molly gently stroked the back of his head while he nuzzled her neck. The adrenaline induced haze that had clouded her brain from the moment Matt had touched her began to lift, and reality came rushing in with a vengeance.

  He had left her with a promise he hadn’t kept. In the beginning, she had convinced herself it was the nature of his business, as little as she truly knew of it. Matt was adamant that it was in her best interest not to know details about what he did for a living. During their two-year relationship, he had always returned exactly when he’d told her he would, though one time he’d came back to her battered and bruised. It was then, when she threatened to throw him out if he didn’t trust her enough to tell her what had happened, he confided that he worked undercover for the government and a drug raid had gone bad. He’d given her minimal information, but it had been enough for her at the time, until he hadn’t come home.

  Weeks turned into months, and the realization she had no way to find out where he was or what happened to him tortured her. She had ridden an emotional rollercoaster fueled first with monumental anger, then with fear, and finally with bone-numbing sorrow. She had lost the love of her life and would never know why. Remembering the anguish she’d endured, tears spilled from her eyes.

  “I’ve fantasized about the day we’d be together again for the last three years, but I never pictured us fucking like bunnies on your living room floor; my bad, because that was hot as hell.” His chuckle tickled against her earlobe, and he dropped a light kiss on her damp cheek. His head jerked up.

  “Molly, did I hurt you?” He framed her face with his big hands. “Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong.”

  “Yes, Matt, you hurt me.” She squirmed, and he immediately pulled from her body. Molly sat up, wiping her face and brushing her hair off of her sweat-dampened forehead, while Matt disposed of the condom. Tears flowed freely when he knelt in front of her and waited.

  “I didn’t know what to think, where you were, if you were ever going to come back! Had you found someone else and moved on? Were you hurt someplace and needed my help? Were you dead, for Christ’s sake? I mourned for you, for us, for the life I thought we were building!” Her voice rose as her anger took over.

  “You left me, Matt. Left me to pick up the pieces of my broken heart and move on. Somewhere along the way, I stopped crying every night, decided I deserved better, and started living again.” When he reached out to her, she swatted his hand away.

  “And now what happens? You break into my house and scare the shit out of me? But instead of kicking your ass out or demanding an explanation, I allow you to fuck me senseless! I hate you right now, Matt, but I hate myself even more.” Her cheeks burned with shame as she stood and tugged her clothes on to cover herself. “Get dressed and leave. I’m going to bed. If you’re still in town tomorrow, give me a call.”

  “Don’t you dare walk away from me, Molly.” Matt sprung from the floor. One moment Molly had been stomping across the room, the next she was slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

  “Put me down, you fucking caveman,” she snarled, pounding her fists against his back and kicking her legs wildly. “You have no right to…” She screeched when his palm made a stinging connection with her ass cheek. “I can’t believe you have the nerve to—” Her words were cut off with his next powerful slap.

  “I don’t blame you for being pissed, Molly. We have a lot of things to work through.”

  “Aww thanks, I feel so much better now.” Her blatant sarcasm was rewarded with another spank. Matt was a master in the art of pleasure and pain, punishment and reward, and damn it to hell, her nipples hardened to stiff peaks despite her anger.

  “We’ll figure everything thing out, sweetheart, but we’ve got a lot of time to make up for in the loving department. I promise we can argue later.” He turned and headed for her bedroom.

  Chapter Three

  Matt breathed in the familiar scent of the vanilla candles she loved to burn as he carried Molly through the house. Her perky little ass was presented at a perfect angle across his shoulder, and he couldn’t help turning his head and nipping at the rounded globe. Molly’s squeal of surprise was music to his ears. He ran his hand across the now slightly heated flesh. Conflicting emotions threatened to swamp him.

  For three years, he had survived on memories of Molly; memories of love and laughter and a life that didn’t include violence and death. The prospect of returning to the only woman he had ever loved had kept him fighting for his life throughout his brutal captivity. Ultimately, he and two members of his team had escaped, but their injuries had been severe. Three months in the hospital followed, during which he’d convinced himself it would be too hard for her to see him in that condition, that he didn’t want her to have to fly around the world to sit and watch him heal. But now, hearing the pain and anguish he had caused by not calling her while he recuperated, he realized his decision had been selfish and ridiculous. He swore silently he would make it up to her if it took the rest of his life.

  Once they entered the bedroom, Matt turned on the small lamp before lowering Molly off of his shoulder. He held onto her wrists, took a step back, and studied her from head to toe. Her hair was pleasantly mussed, her pupils dilated, and her clothes were wrinkled and slightly askew, adding to her overall appearance of a woman who had just had crazy wild sex on the flo
or. Matt also noted the stiff set of her shoulders, the pronounced rise and fall of her breasts as she sucked in erratic breaths, and the thin line of her scowling lips.

  Molly was a force to be reckoned with when she was mad, and right now, she was beyond mad; she was furious. Matt’s cock stirred to life, and in his state of nakedness, Molly didn’t miss the reaction. Her expressive hazel eyes widened, and her tongue darted out to moisten her lower lip. She attempted to wriggle her arms from his grasp.

  “I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

  “So you show up out of the blue after all this time and expect me to still be waiting patiently for you? To take you back, no questions asked?”

  “Isn’t that what just happened out there?” He cocked an eyebrow.

  “No, Matt, what happened out there was fucking, pure and simple. I was relieved you were alive and reacted on pure adrenaline.”

  “Bullshit,” he hissed.

  “Did it ever cross your mind that maybe I’ve moved on? Maybe I have a boyfriend, or a husband for that matter? Three years, damn it.”

  This time, when she tugged, he let go. She didn’t move away, but she did set her fists on her hips while glowering fiercely at him.

  Yeah, when he had been at his lowest, his most beaten down, the thought of Molly being with another man had flashed through his mind. He had quickly pushed it away. He’d had to, to protect his sanity. They were the two halves of the same whole, destined to be together, soul mates for Christ’s sake. They’d bought this house together, planned to get married one day, and have a kid or two. Hell, he’d offered to build the white picket fence himself.

  Had he been gone so long that her love for him had died? He risked a glance to her left hand; it was bare. She wasn’t wearing another man’s ring, but she also wasn’t wearing his. Why hadn’t he formally staked his claim on her before he left? Because he had planned to come back in a few months and surprise her with the diamond ring he had bought and the announcement that he had formally retired.