This was all he needed. A simple, old-fashioned, do-it-yourselfer. Of course, it would be even nicer if it were someone else’s hand stroking his dick.
An image of Kat’s smiling face flashed behind his closed lids. His cock jumped against his palm, and Matt blew out a heavy breath.
He began to stroke a little faster.
Another picture formed, one he’d locked safely away years before. This one was of a younger Kat, and she was smiling up at him from the floor of the abandoned boathouse they used to sneak off to.
Matt’s fist continued to pump up and down, his breaths increasing with the speed of his hand.
Lying on a pallet of blankets, a youthful Kat lay naked beneath him. He was nude, too, their bodies skin-to-skin as they prepared to make love for the very first time.
Matt had already had sex before her, but that day with Kat had been different. It had been the first time he’d made love.
Panting now, Matt could feel the moisture seeping from the swollen tip as he continued to jerk himself off to the most precious memory his mind had ever held.
With a smile, Kat asked him to make love to her as she spread her legs wide, allowing him to settle himself between her thighs. The tip of his sheathed cock pressed against her wet entrance, more than ready to take the sweetest gift she’d only ever offered to him.
No!
Matt’s eyes flew open, his hand releasing his aching shaft. The damn thing was seconds away from exploding, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t get himself off to the memory of Kat’s first time, knowing she’d gone off and given what was his to another man later.
Was it a fucked up thought? Sure. Had he slept with other women? Too many to count. Was he holding her to a ridiculous and shameful double-standard? Absolutely. But he didn’t care.
Yes, he’d had sex since Kat. Lots and lots of sex. But it hadn’t meant shit to him or the women he’d been with.
Kat, on the other hand, hadmarriedanother man. Had said those precious vows to someone else. Had made a life and a home with someone else.
That should have beenhislife.Hishome. She should have said those vows tohim.
If she had, if Kat hadn’t ended things with him that day, Matt knew with utter certainty they’d still be married and have half a dozen kids running around by now.
Sonofabitch!
The infuriating woman had ruined everything. And still, to this day, he didn’t know why.
Matt looked down at his softening dick and shook his head.
Fuck that. She may have shattered his soul to the point he was no good for any other woman, but he’d be damned if he let her keep him from jerking off in the goddamn shower.
More determine to come than a teenage virgin, Matt lathered himself up again and went to town. It took a few minutes to get back in the groove, but soon he was more primed than before and almost ready to blow.
Just a few more strokes, and he’d be there.
Feeling ridiculously proud of himself, Matt damn near smiled. His body shook, he was so close. And not one minute of this second round had been spent thinking about Kat.
Until the shower door flew open and he saw her standing in front of him. Holding up a folder with her name on it and looking angrier than he could ever remember her being.
Chapter 6
“What the hell?” Kat held the folder up for Matt to see.
His expression went from a wide-eyed shock to an angry scowl in less than a second. “What the hell, Katherine?”
Taken off guard by the unexpected intrusion, Matt quickly covered himself with his hand. At least he tried to.
“I asked first.” She raised a brow.
Having made them both a quick lunch of sandwiches and pasta salad, Kat had gone to set the table so everything would be ready when Matt was finished with his shower. When she picked up the files to move them, she’d noticed one with her name written on it.
