Page 7 of Bree

“Come on, Pop!” Matt whines as he pulls out my chair for me.

“Oh, son, you know I can’t resist teasing you. You make it too easy.”

Matt rolls his eyes and turns to his sister. “Jess, this is Bree. Bree, this is my sister Jessica.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I say with a smile and hold out my hand. She doesn’t take it.

“Sure,” she says with a huff. “Maybe try not to break my brother’s heart this time, hmm?”

I feel my face pale and glance quickly at the table. I don’t know why I didn’t think about this kind of reaction. When Matt told me his mother was excited to see me, I assumed that I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone being angry over the past.

“Jessica!” his mother scolds. “You apologize right now.”

Jessica rolls her eyes. “I’m 27, mother. You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Like hell,” Matt chimed in angrily. “Apologize, Jessica. The past is between Bree and me, and you have no right to speak to her like that.”

“Fine,” Jessica snaps. Glaring at me through narrowed eyes, she grits out, “Sorry.” She then hides behind her menu.

Matt scoots his chair closer to mine and leans in with his arm around the back of my chair. “I’m sorry about that. She can be a real bitch sometimes.”

“It’s okay,” I say quietly. “She’s not wrong; what I did was messed up. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, Matt.”

He grabs my hand under the table and squeezes it. “We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

I nod, and we both pick up our menus.

Dinner goes smoothly enough, even though his mother asks many questions about how we got together. Earlier on the phone, we discussed being mostly honest with how we met, even though we weren’t entirely honest about our relationship’s nature. Our story is that we ran into each other at the hospital, but we talked for a bit before that happened, and we decided that maybe it would be good to give the relationship another try.

“We both missed each other from back then, and it almost seemed like fate was bringing us together for a second chance,” Matt continued the story, much to his mother’s delight. She is still a hopeless romantic, and she ate it up, just like Matt said she would.

As dinner winds down, Matt’s mother is convinced of our new status and starts in on how desperately she wants grandchildren. Matt turns a delicious shade of red and we all cackle at his embarrassment. Maybe if we were dating, I would be embarrassed too. As it stands, I’m just enjoying the torment his mother is putting him through. He is adorable when he blushes.

We all order a last round of cocktails and then get ready to leave. As soon as I stand, I feel the wine I’ve been sipping all night rush to my head. I’m pretty tipsy, and I lean into Matt’s side to stay upright in my heels. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to drink when I’m wearing shoes this high, but there’s no help for it now. Matt seems sober. I saw him nursing a glass of whiskey, but it’s still sitting half full on the table, and I don’t remember seeing him order another. After all, he is driving, and it makes me happy that I can trust him to take care of me like this, even if it isn’t real.

I need to remember that. It isn’t real. Get a grip, Bree.I think to myself. I watch him on the drive home. His strong features make for a beautiful profile, and his lips purse ever so slightly while he drives, especially when someone ahead irritates him. His lips look soft and plush, and it makes me want to bite them. It makes me want to kiss him and drag him up to my apartment and do unspeakable things to him. I clench my thighs together against the throbbing heat between them, and I feel the moisture in my panties. I don’t notice that the car stops until he turns to look at me and sees me staring.

“What are you looking at?” he asks and arched his brow.

“You. Did you know you’ve grown up into a pretty hot man?” I ask with a giggle. I’m kind of embarrassed by my slip of the tongue, but mostly I’m just buzzed and losing my inhibitions. I giggle again. “Do you know how sexy you look when you drive?”

“You’re drunk,” he says with a chuckle. I playfully bat at his arm.

“I’m not drunk, just pleasantly tipsy.”

And speaking of pleasant, I think it would be really pleasant to kiss him… And apparently, I said that out loud. His cheeks flush just a bit, and I see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. But then he leans in, and I can feel his breath against my lips.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, barely an inch between us. I nod, leaning in to press my mouth against his. It’s better than I thought it would be. Shivers race up and down my spine as warmth floods my core.

“Come up with me,” I mumble. He grins against my mouth and shuts off the car before jumping out and opening my door for me. We can’t keep our hands off each other up to my front door. I fumbled with my key in the lock, and once we’re finally inside, he pushes me against the door and ravishes my mouth.

The tip of his tongue glides against the seam of my lips, and I open hungrily to him. He dives inside my mouth, tasting me and tangling his tongue with mine. I moan wantonly and press my body against his, hooking one leg over his hip to keep him just where I want him. I can feel his hardness through the fabric of his pants, and I grind against him.

“Fuck,” he hisses and thrusts against me, pressing his lips even harder against mine. “Bedroom, now.”

I nod and get both feet firmly on the ground before taking his hand and leading him back through the hallway. He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the floor, and I immediately go for his belt buckle, unlatching it and unzipping his pants. My fingers brush against his cock through the fabric, and he lets out a deep moan as he reaches for me.

He yanks my body against his and runs his hands up the backs of my thighs and underneath my dress. He cups my ass and squeezes, pulling me hard against him before slipping the dress up over my head. He looks at me, standing there in nothing but my blue lace bra and thong, and his eyes glaze over.

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