Page 10 of Bree

“I’m glad to hear it. There’s no one else I’d rather have here with me.”

The band strikes up a lively tune, and Matt drags me onto the dance floor. His mother spots us on the way in waves, and I can see in her eyes that she is pleased as punch. He twirls me across the floor. We catch several other partygoers’ attention, including a couple of women that must be family friends or perhaps daughters of his father’s coworkers. They don’t look thrilled to see me dancing with him, but I really couldn’t care less. Matt said he wants to be here with me, and even if this is all just pretend, I’m still going to enjoy every moment of it that I can. The thought crossed my mind that the more I enjoy it, the more it’s going to hurt in the end, but I can’t bring myself to care right now.

As the time draws ever closer to the countdown to midnight, I find myself drawn to Matt even more. The way he laughs and when he grins and twirls me along the dance floor… My God, his smile makes my heartbeat so fast I can barely breathe. It feels like it did when we were together in high school, like a whirlwind of emotion that I have no hope of controlling, and I don’t even want to try. I just want to let it engulf me completely.

It feels so much like it used to and softer in a way, more mature, and maybe that’s just because we’re older. But something in me feels like maybe it’s just because this is where we’re supposed to be now. Is it possible that I could have been in love with Matt all these years? Could I have been subconsciously pining for him ever since we split up as kids? Or is he just reigniting a smoldering ember of emotion in my heart and turning it into an inferno.

Is this what love feels like?I think as I stare deeply into his eyes. He pulls me closer to his body as a slow song begins, and we sway together in a sea of people, but we only see each other.

“Tonight has been like something out of a fairy tale,” I say quietly.

“Well, you certainly look the part of the princess.” He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and I rest my head against his chest and sigh. Everything about tonight has been incredible, and I don’t want to let this feeling go. I don’t want to let Matt go.

We’re on the dance floor when the music stops, and the countdown begins. We grin at each other, a little tipsy, both on champagne and the high of emotions. I see his mother and father out of the corner of my eye, they look at each other with love and passion even after all of these years, and I get the sudden urge to have that too. I look at Matt, and I think I want to have it with him.

10!

9!

8!

He takes my hands in his and draws me closer to his body.

7!

6!

5!

My heart slams against my rib cage as he leans in, breath caressing my lips.

4!

3!

2!

My eyes flutter closed, and my lips part ever so slightly.

1!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

The crowd roars, and my blood pounds in my ears as he takes my lips in a searing kiss. I feel my toes curling inside my high heels, and my knees go weak. I quickly wrap my arms around his neck to hold myself up, and his arms slip snugly around my waist, crushing me to his chest. It’s a new year, and this year all I want is to be with him.

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Midnight is the cue for many people to start heading home, and we decide to take advantage of that. We quickly tell his parents goodbye and wish them a Happy New Year before getting into his car and heading back to his place. He didn’t even need to ask. We both know where this is going.

He reaches over and rests his hand on my thigh, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb that move higher and higher until his hand is sliding up under my skirt. He brushes the bare apex of my thighs, and I hear him groan softly at the wet heat he finds there. Unable to contain himself, he slips his fingers further and teases my opening. I feel myself flutter against him, and a soft moan escapes my lips.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

His parents live out in the middle of nowhere, and I guess that’s a good thing because he pulls the car off onto a dirt road that looks more like a hiking trail and shuts off the lights before turning to me and pulling me into a rough kiss. Without releasing my mouth, he pulls me over the center console and into his lap, and I rock down on top of him, feeling his hardness against my core.

“I don’t want to wait,” I moan and rock harder against him. He reaches down, hastily unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. I reach down and hold him steady as I impale myself on him. I don’t even pause for breath as I pull up and drop my body back down over and over again, riding him fast. It’s quick and rough, and we cum explosively in the front seat of his car. I collapse against his chest, panting for a few moments. When we get our breath back, I slide off him and slip back into the passenger seat.

“Let’s go find a bed, Matty.” He tucks himself back into his pants and pulls quickly back onto the main road to get us back to his house for round two.

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