True Love
Well it's the end folks. I hope y'all enjoyed this little piece. Thanks again for the encouragement!!! By the way, this chapter is light R....
Part Five
Matt knew that his ass was cooked when he walked into a dark house. He had told Nadine that he wouldn’t be long, earlier that afternoon, and here it was ten o’clock at night. He hung his jacket up and was heading toward the stairs when he noticed the light on in the kitchen.
Matt continued into the kitchen with caution. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her knead dough in her Aunt Raylene’s gingham apron. She looked so cute standing there with flour on her face and in her hair. It was still hard for him to believe that she had chosen to be with him instead of Nikolas. They’d been together for ten years, married for nine, and parents for eight and he couldn’t be happier.
He moved to step into the room when she looked up. Furious eyes met determined ones. If she wanted a fight then he would give it to her, but he wasn’t going to let her win.
“I had to assist Patrick with a surgery,” he told her as he walked over to the refrigerator to grab a root beer. His wife refused to let him keep alcohol in the house. She had said that she wasn’t raised in a house with alcohol and their daughter wasn’t going to be either. That’s the one thing he loved about her most, her values.
“Does it look like I care?” she snapped, going back to squeezing and punching the dough.
“Not a bit,” he replied sarcastically.
“You know what really bother’s me?”
Here it comes. “No, but I bet you’ll tell me.”
“That you didn’t care enough to call. I had this perfect afternoon planned for us. You saw how hard it was for me to talk Maxie into taking Maggie with her and Spinelli for the afternoon,” she said as she picked a knife up from the counter and started cutting the dough into small pieces.
Matt winced when she picked up the knife. Maybe he should just drop this argument until she calmed down. “Speaking of Maggie, I think I’ll go up and check-in on her,” he stated as he started to walk out of the kitchen.
“She’s not here,” Nadine replied, sliding the knife through the dough.
“Where’s she at?” he asked, leaning against the doorway.
“Maxie offered to let her stay the night. She was very sympathetic about the whole thing.”
“I bet she was,” he mumbled. “Do you think I could help being at the hospital longer than I had intended? You of all people should know how it is. I couldn’t get away.”
“You could’ve if you wanted to, but you didn’t. You care more about the hospital than you do our marriage,” she said with tears in her eyes.
Matt was at a loss for words. Where in the hell did she get that idea? Sure he didn’t go around saying it all the time, but she had to know how much he loved her. “Nadine, what’s going on?” he asked, taking a step towards her.
She ignored him and continued slicing the dough. He walked around behind her and slid his arms around her waist.
“Fudge,” she yelped in pain.
“What happened?” he asked, turning her around in his arms.
“Nothing,” she pouted.
“Let me see your hand.”
“No.”
“Damn it Nadine, stop being a baby and let me see your hand.”
“It’s just a little cut and I don’t want you touching me.”
Matt rolled his eyes. “I’m already touching you,” he replied, pulling her hand out from behind her back. He examined the small cut on her index finger. “You’re right nurse; I think it is just a small flesh wound, not even bleeding. Maybe a kiss will take the sting away,” he added, brining her injured finger up to his lips.
Nadine snatched her hand away from his lips. “I’m not in the mood to play doctor,” she replied, turning back to her task.
“Are you sure?” he asked as he started placing light kisses against her neck. He smiled when she leaned back against him. He slid his hands down over hers, helping her knead the dough.
She moaned, leaning back against him. “You’re trying to make me forget that I’m mad at you, aren’t you?”
“Is it working?” he mumbled against her neck, as he moved his hands up her arms, trailing flour in their wake.
“I wish it wasn’t.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. Matt turned her towards him, sweeping the knife and dough onto the floor.
“Matt, I worked really hard on that dough,” she scolded.
“I know you did and I’m glad you took all your anger out on it instead of me. Let’s get you out of this apron, because you remind me too much of Laura Ingles,” he told her as he untied the apron and pitched it over his shoulder.
“I thought you liked the fact that you married a good girl,” she grinned.
He pulled her t-shirt off, picked her up and placed her on the small counter. “A good girl would have a bra on,” he replied as his hands moved to her bare breast.
“And a bad boy would have me naked by now,” she countered.
Matt groaned when her small hands ripped his shirt open. He loved how passionate she became when they were together. She was his little tigress.
He grew hard as her hands moved down his bare chest to his pants. She fiddled with his belt and his frustration grew. He wasn’t in the mood for her teasing. He yanked her hands away, picked her up, wrapping her toned legs around his waist, and placed her on the kitchen table.
“Matt, how many times have I told you that we eat on this table,” she moaned, as he pulled off her little shorts and panties.
“I know and I plan to have a feast on it,’ he ground out, removing his jeans and boxers.
He pulled her to the edge of the table, bringing his lips down on hers in a heated kiss. He moaned loudly when her hands moved down his back, gripped his butt, and pulled him to her. He thought he would come right then when he felt her wetness against his member. Not being able to wait another second, he entered her in one hard thrust.
“Matt,” she moaned aloud as he pounded into her.
He laid her back on the table and held her hands above her head. She arched up off the table, offering her breast to him, which he gladly accepted.
Matt was on the brink of his release and he wanted her to join him. He scrapped his teeth against her sensitive nipple and she tightened around. They both reached their peak at the same time.
“I love you Nadine,” he whispered pulling her up against his chest.
“I love you too, and I’m sorry for acting like a brat,” she replied, kissing his collar bone.
“You always act like a brat, so that wasn’t new for me,” he chuckled.
Nadine pitched his butt. “I resent that.”
“You shouldn’t, because I wouldn’t have you any other way. You’re my one true love, you know that?” he asked, brushing some flour off her face.
She nodded. “And you’re mine,” she replied, pulling him into a kiss.
Matt pulled back from the kiss, picked her up in his arms, and carried her bridal style from the kitchen.
“Where are taking me?”
“We are going to take get cleaned up and enjoy this wonderful night our friends owed us,” he replied, as he opened their bedroom door.
“You do realize that we’ll owe them too, don’t you?”
“We don’t owe them a damn thing. Their son called our daughter stupid, so it’s the least they could do,” he said, easing her feet down to the floor.
“Ohh, I love it when you act all manly and protective,” she stated as she ran her hands down his chest.
“I love you,” he moaned again before he pulled her into a hard kiss. He was truly the luckiest man in Port Charles. Maybe this city wasn’t cursed after all.
THE END