Page 48 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
“Well, if you can pencil me in, I’d love to see you.” My heart falters a moment because I don’t know the next time I’ll be able to see him,like this.The girls will be with me the rest of the summer, and while Jess hasn’t given me a definitive departure, once she leaves, I won’t feel comfortable leaving the girls at home alone at night. And it’s not like him and I can have sex at my place. If the girls could hear me crying, chances are high they’ll be able to hear us having sex. I absolutely can’t subject them to that. I’m sure I’ve already scarred them enough with all the excessive sobbing.
Ugh, it doesn’t even end there. Then when they go back to school, I go back to Virginia, for at least a month, if not more, while they get settled. Matthias reads me and asks, “What is it?”
“It’s just, I don’t know when we’ll be able to see each other, like this,” I gesture to him and me and then to his room, “again.” It’s certainly not like how it was with Liam. No chance to just hole up and make love for a month straight. Not that that was a good idea. I look down at my pregnant belly. And then what happens when I have the baby? I’ll be on parent duty every single day. There’ll never be a chance to be like that with Mats. Not for a very long time, if ever. It makes me sad that I won’t get that time with him. He’s just thrown straight into the lion’s den of my life. I sniff and crinkle my nose to try and hold back the tears.Fucking hormones.
“We will see each other, babe.”
“I know, but we won’t just have time to ourselves. Let alone intimate time.” I sniffle, then laugh at the ridiculousness of thesituation. “I like having sex with you.” I give him a mock sad face as real tears fall.
“Okay, babe. Come here.” He slips his arms around me, putting my cheek to his chest. “Ilovehaving sex with you, but that’s not all I’m in this for. I want to be with you, and if that means always being around your family, that’s what we’ll do. And if it means sneaking around to fool around like we used to, that’s what we’ll do. too.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want, though? You could be with some-” he cuts me off.
“Stop suggesting that, Brit. I only want to be with you, okay? And if it has to be on less-than-ideal terms, so be it.” His hands trail up and down my back seductively and I know I have to have him one last time. Without me saying a word, he reaches up and moves his hands to the dress hooks at my neck, undoing them, causing the straps to fall and exposing my breasts. I let the rest of the dress fall, again, then inch his tee up with my hands.
He sheds the t-shirt, sweats, and his shoes, then lifts me up and sets me on the bed, removing my heels swiftly. He crawls over me, but I shake my head, pushing on his shoulder for him to roll over and he does, falling happily on his back.
“Trust me, babe. I’m going to want this all the time. We’ll find a way, I promise,” he says, then grips my hips tightly to slide me onto his waiting and ready cock. My hands are placed on his pecs, arms straight as I push down on him and throw my head back in ecstasy. I’m in the habit of no longer accepting promises or making them either, but hopefully, we can try because I want Mats and I to have our chance. I don’t want to regret the should have, could have, might haves anymore.
As I slide down, he thrusts upwards and we grind together. His hand comes up to play with my nipples as my nails dig into his chest. The harder I claw at him, the harder he thrusts, and we go back and forth, neither of us wanting this moment to end.
“Stay with me tonight, Brit,” Matthias gets out in between thrusts. I can’t, though. It’s bad enough I’m pregnant with someone else’s baby. I have to set a better example than this for the girls, no matter the circumstances. I shake my head no, and he roars when he thrusts into me.
He flips us easily, placing my back against the mattress. “I don’t like it when you say no to me,” he practically growls.Fuck yes, a little role playing is exactly what I want.
“I don’twantto say no to you…”
“Then don’t,” he bites back, lifting my left leg to his shoulder and driving into me.
“A compromise?” I wager.
“I’m listening.”
“When we’re in the bedroom, I won’t say no to you here.” He drops my leg and braces himself over me, kissing me with his all.
“You’ve gotta deal, sweetpea.” I laugh at the nickname and his fervor both. He rails me like I’ve never been fucked before. Just as I start to get close, he pulls out and instructs me, “Flip over, babe.” I get on all fours in front of him, and he pushes in slowly to start. The change in angle has me clenching my fists in the sheets and he presses down on my back, forcing my ass higher and my chest lower to the bed.
“Brit, not tonight, but soon, your ass is mine, babe.” As I’m about to tell him I’m close, he beats me to it, leaning forward to rub my clit. “Come with me, baby,” he whispers over me. I nod, and when he dips a hand into my hair, tugging me back, I come hard. I grasp onto the sheets for dear life as my muscles contract and pull his throbbing cock in. He grunts, slamming my ass against him as he fills me for the second time tonight.
We stay like that for several moments until he releases his hold on my hair and moves his cock out of my body, but he doesn’t move away. I turn around to look at him, and like thewords are written on his forehead in Sharpie, I can see it. He’s in love with me.
Matthias opens his mouth to say something, but changes his mind and closes up instead. I turn over to my back and he moves forward, to lay beside me, so I roll to face him. “I’d do anything to make this work, babe.Anything,” he says.
I just nod my head solemnly and kiss him like it’s the last time, withmyeverything. All my hopes and dreams for us, all the years of yearning, but never having. I put it out there. It’s not words that say I love you, but it’s in my actions. In my touch. There’s a part of me thatwillalways love Matthias, whether I can verbalize it or not. Whether he’s my soul mate or not, there’s something between us that’s just so right. We come together so…right. When I let his face go and move off the bed to use the toilet, he just says, “Same, babe,” to my back as I walk away.
SEVENTEEN
Britain
Matthias squeezes my hand to pull my attention away from the low hills as we drive. “My dad,” he clears his throat, “asked for your number. Is it alright if I give it to him?”
“Oh, sure.” I go back to looking out the window as we pass a cattle ranch. The moonlight glints off the iron sign at the entrance. I could have sworn it said Scala Ranch for a minute. “Do you know why your dad wants to meet with me?” I turn to look at Matthias.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just focusing on the road, but finally he says, “I think he just wants to hear what you’ve been up to. Georgia always kept him pretty well informed about what you were doing, and it’s been a couple years since he’s had an update.” Yeah, not since Georgia passed away. I nod silently.
“What was Constantine like as a dad?” I ask him. I remember being so jealous over the way they were together. Like Sandy was born to be a mom and grandma, I always sort of pictured Constantine the same way.The consummate father, always upfor a game of catch, happy to teach you how to change a spare tire, protective and comforting.
“Well, I don’t have anything to compare him to, but I think he was a good dad. He taught me how to fish and about business. He showed up to all my soccer games. He always picked out his own birthday gifts for me each year. Which is good because if it was entirely up to Julie, all I would’ve gotten was socks and underwear.” He laughs, but man that woman is…special. “I don’t know, I mean, I guess I could compare him to Julie, in which case he was a rockstar. Why do you ask?”
