Twist of Fate by Kelly Mooney Read Free Book Online

microfiber couch, and a southwestern looking swivel chair.  
    Matt's hand was on the small of my back, leading me toward the barstools pushed up against the counter. "I just need to boil the water, and then we can eat. He pulled a bottle of wine into his hands, sticking a corkscrew on top and twisting until the cork popped. He poured two glasses, then handed one off to me. "Cheers," he said, clinking his glass with mine.  
    Slowly I took a sip, eyeing his back since he just turned to grab something out of the refrigerator. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans, and a black t-shirt that tugged at his back when he bent over. He smiled back up at me when he noticed me staring. "How's the wine? I wasn't sure if you'd even like it, but I took a chance."
    I smiled. "It's great, thanks." I pointed down at the small bowl of pesto that sat by the sink.   "The pesto smells amazing."  
    He reached down to grab it, then brought it up to my nose. "It's good, right?"
    I sniffed quickly, taking in the scent of fresh basil. "Yeah, it is."
    Matt grabbed a pot from underneath the sink, then scooped out the pesto from the bowl, and placed it on stove. He cranked the gas on, keeping it on low, while the pasta cooked. He eyed my drink, noticing that I downed the whole thing while watching him. He grabbed the bottle, then filled my glass another time. "I got another bottle, so drink up."
    There were two voices screaming at me, while Matt poured the pesto over the steaming pot of pasta. One that told me to slow it down and watch how much I drank, and then the one that didn't want to care. The one that wanted to forget her past, to be more like Ellie, and let some guy have his way with me.
    After dinner, and a few more drinks, Matt turned to me with a devilish grin.   He crooked his finger, "Come here."
    I swiveled on the barstool a little to the right. "Why?"
    He looked startled for a second, then recovered. "Because I want to kiss you."
    I felt myself blush at his confidence, but then a second later I felt his hand pulling me off the stool, and toward him. He opened his legs, guiding me to fit in between them. His hands wrapped around my waist, as he gently kissed my chin once. "I gotta tell you, Paige, these fucking dresses you wear are hot. I swear your name and these dresses are all anyone can talk about at meetings." His hand slipped down, caressing my bare leg. "What do you mean?" I whispered.
    His other hand found my other thigh, and I could feel my dress slightly lifting. "It's nothing. It's just some guys have mentioned you at our frat meetings. I'm just glad it's me and not them that gets to see what's underneath."
    I started to step back, but his hands were too strong, lifting me onto his lap, forcing my legs to go on either side of him.   His mouth smashed into mine before I could even form a sentence to tell him how good the dinner had been, or to clarify what he just said. But, my guess was he didn't care right now.   I could hear his breathing growing, heavier, rougher as he rocked up against me. My first thought was to jump off, run, but I forced myself to stay in his arms, my mouth on his. His hands grabbed onto mine, pinning them to my sides, his erection digging into me as he rubbed into me a little more. "Damn, Paige," he mumbled into my mouth as he lifted me into his arms. My legs started to lower, but he scooped them back around his waist as he walked toward what I could only assume was his bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed, covering my body at once. My head dropped to the side as he started kissing my neck, moving toward my neckline. The first thing I noticed was a box of condoms, and a jar of Vaseline on the nightstand. His mouth was dangerously low, hovering just above my chest, a place where I had yet to let anyone go to since that night. "I..." I whimpered.  
    Matt cupped my face with his hand, turning my head to the side, whispering, "Shhh."
    "We need to talk about this," I protested against his lips.
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