Chapter 152: Matt
"Can I smell your hands to see if you finger fucked her?" Stephon said as soon as the car door closed and Matt settled inside.
"You're a sick bastard."
"Probably, but it's quite frustrating to be on this end."
A long breath left Matt's lungs. "Yeah, it must be. I'm getting the feeling you might not care for her." Matt hated to put his thoughts into words, but he was becoming too involved with Jewel and was worried if he didn't act quickly, he wouldn't be able to back out.
"Come here." Stephon pulled Matt up against his body and paused for a moment before speaking. "I see why you like her and it's driving me crazy not to get the same response as you."
Matt knew Stephon couldn't see his smile and knew he had to tell his friend the truth. "You don't see the looks she gives you when you're not aware. Her eyes burn, but she doesn't understand we're both available. She's trying so hard to be loyal."
Stephon sighed. "I'm not too sure about that." He tightened his arms, knowing Matt could take his muscled embrace. "Do you ever think it would have been easier if the two of us just wanted to fuck each other?"
"God, and miss all that pussy? I don't think so."
"You're right. It's always been about the pussy, but I swear it would be better if my large dick did it for you."
"Better for you, maybe, but the thought of your large cock going up my delicate ass will give me nightmares tonight." Matt gave an exaggerated shiver.
"Pussy."
"You wish."
"I can't stop thinking about her pussy," Stephon's words made Matt think.
"Why don't you go to the diner early tomorrow morning without me?"
"And what will that do?" Stephon's arms tightened just a little more.
"You need time alone with her. When I'm around you're not acting like your normal dominating self. You are never an asshole when you're in Dom mode, but for some reason you can't resist being a dick when Jewel's around."
"I see you licking my balls tonight."
"Fat chance, unless they have Jewel juice running over them."
Stephon groaned loudly as they pulled up to the hotel. "I'll make her fall in love with me and then where will you be?"
"In heaven, right beside you, brother."
Once they entered the suite, Matt walked toward his room, but then turned and stopped Stephon from entering the other bedroom. "We leave Thursday, so tomorrow is the last chance to see Jewel before we go."
"Then come with me or go alone." Stephon's tone showed his willingness to let Matt see her again without him.
"I want you to tell her."
"About us?"
Matt ran his fingers through his hair. "I really like her, but if this isn't going to work, we need to know quickly. Let her think about it while we're gone."
"You trust me not to blow this?" Stephon cocked his eyebrows.
"Hell no, but I trust myself even less."
Stephon flashed lust-filled eyes in Matt's direction. "Do you have any idea how fucking horny I am?"
"I'm locking my door."
"Do that." Stephon's laughter muffled when Matt closed his door behind him.
***
Stephon
Waking up early was easier than Stephon thought. He was actually excited about meeting up with Jewel. He needed a chance to set things right.
Matt slept, or at least stayed in his room, and didn't come out. With more than an hour before the diner opened, Stephon decided to walk.
He knew what attracted Jewel to Matt. She was a fighter, but at the same time submissive. She brought out the dominance in them both. Stephon was determined to give her a chance to accept them and their special bond. Matt hadn't been himself lately and Stephon worried about his friend. Stephon needed punishment to waylay his guilt and anger. Matt kept his more internalized and became sullen and silent. Ten years should have given them some kind of peace, but Stephon knew he would never forget the body of the small baby held in her mother's arms.
He remained deep in thought, but before he turned the last corner, he heard a muted female cry that made him stop. He then started running in the direction of the sound because the woman's yell turned into a scream. He saw Jewel lying on the cement about twenty feet from the diner and a man standing over her. Just as the dark shadow bent down and grabbed her hair, Stephon was on him. Jewel's scream turned to whimpers, "He's got a knife."
Rage clouded Stephon's vision and he barely registered Jewel's words as the knife flashed toward him. He kicked out at the man's knee and watched him crumple slightly, drop the knife, and then try to run. Stephon managed to grab his shirt, but Jewel's voice stopped him, "No. No, please just let him go. Oh, God please."
The man took a swing and caught Stephon on the shoulder before running away faster than Stephon thought possible with a hurt knee. Jewel was trying to use the wall for leverage to get off the ground, but Stephon picked her up, holding her tightly in his arms. "Where's the key?" he said as he carried her toward the caf?door.
"My... my pocket." Her voice trembled and her soft crying broke his heart.
"Can you stand if I hold you up?"
"Yes."
"I've got you." He slowly let her feet touch the ground, but held her tightly as he put his one hand down to her hip searching for the key.
"What are you doing?" Panic traveled through her voice.
"Shh, I'm just trying to get the key." He kissed the side of her face. "Got it. Let's get you inside." He picked her back up.
"I think I can walk."
"I don't." He managed to turn the key and get the door open and then locked it again once they were inside. "Where's the light switch?"
"It's behind the curtain." She gulped then expelled a ragged breath.
It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the brightness, but when they did, he carried her to the long counter and sat her down after pushing away a stool with his leg. Her hands immediately covered her face. Her knees were both scraped and bleeding along with one of her elbows. Stephon gently took hold of her hands and lifted them from her face. "Fuck," he couldn't help but say it when he saw the bruise and swelling on her cheek and eye. She tried to cover her face again, but he wouldn't let her. Her shaking fingers went to his shirt and held on tight.
"Fuck," he said, this time in a whisper, and then pulled her into his body and let her cry. Racking sobs tore through her chest as he rubbed her back and placed soft kisses over her hair and the side of her face. "Shh, I need to know if you have any serious injuries."
She gulped in more air, and he was impressed at how brave she acted as she tried to control herself. "I'm fine," she said with a sniffle.
"You're far from fine, but you will be. I'm not letting you go, but I need to reach into my pocket for my cell phone so I can call the police."
She started crying again. "Where's Matt?"
"Sorry sweetheart, he didn't come. You're stuck with me."
"That's okay. Thank you. Thank you so much." Her voice trembled with every word and her chest shook against his.
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