The next morning was another round of meeting people and making arrangements for the upcoming wedding. The days passed and Gracie managed to avoid running into Michael. She always made sure she stayed with her sisters-to-be, her mother-in-law to be or Matthew. She didn’t allow herself the luxury of time alone – but her nights were always awful. Because in her dreams – she dreamed only of him. And it tore her apart.
A week had passed and the night was an eerie Southern California night with the Santa Ana winds blowing and the sky a bruised plum color. Matthew had been attentive all during dinner and she had smiled and enjoyed it. Michael had been missing in action the last two nights and Gracie breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he was finally separating himself from her. Perhaps he was letting her go. She hoped so. Perhaps he was even preparing a new trip to some far exotic place in West Africa and would disappear from her life as strangely as he had appeared.
They sipped coffee in the small living room and Gracie looked lovely that evening. She wore a small sheath dress covered in little daises with simple sandals. Her hair left to fall upon her shoulders.
Matthew watched her that evening and surmised how lucky he was, for the fourteenth time.
Gracie had noticed the way Matthew was watching her and knew he would want her tonight. She could always tell. He would be extra sweet, extra attentive and caring. Then he would follow her, kiss her, and then ask if he could come in to say goodnight. He was always by the book, and always predictable. She enjoyed his caring attitude, but sometimes it was more like making love to a friend…then an exciting relationship. And since they had not been together that long, she had always worried that by the first anniversary of marriage – they would have separate bedrooms.
But Gracie reprimanded herself for that cruel thought. Didn’t women always want good men? Men to provide for them? Take care of them? Love them? Why was she throwing this chance away at a man who only wanted her tight sex?
She sighed. She watched William and Jane laugh and smile at each other and deep down inside she wanted that so very much. She knew Matthew’s parents had a happy marriage and relationship and it hurt her that she threatened their happy family. She had never expected to be torn. She had always enjoyed Matthew’s sweet company before the black sheep had arrived.
Gracie had been watching the sun set and now the Santa Ana winds buffeted the leaves and other objects around at will.
“Hello, darling. Have a good day?” Matthew touched Gracie’s shoulder and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.
“Yes, I did. The whole week has been enjoyable.”
“Hmmm.” Matthew kissed her temple lightly and asked, “Like what?”
“Um, your mother and I went into town to look at cakes yesterday.”
“Hmm, and did you find one you like?” His hand brushed upon her neck and along the rim of her dress where the zipper began.
“Yes, several. But of course we want your opinion.” Gracie stated.
“Of course. I’ll come by whenever you want me to.” His fingers brushed along the zipper and then returned to her neck.
“And the bridesmaids dresses. Your sisters didn’t like the color I chose I’m afraid.” She smiled up at him.
Matthew hardened as he watched her full mouth turn up.
“It’s your wedding darling. Your choice.” His fingers outlined her lips.
Gracie was almost embarrassed at his seductive touches and blushed.
“Let’s go upstairs darling and I’ll say goodnight.”
They said their goodnights to his family and walked upstairs to her room.
“I’ve missed you, Gracie.” He walked behind her on the second landing of the house. His fingers began to unzip her dress as she walked.
“Matthew. We aren’t even inside.” She pulled away from him.
He closed the door behind them and locked it. “I’ve missed you.” He spoke quietly and settled himself on the large overstuffed chair.
“Come and show me that you’ve missed me too.” His fingers unzipped his member and it sprung forth. He was medium sized and Gracie didn’t mind giving head – but he never reciprocated and it left her feeling irritated.
“Matthew – “ she began, but immediately felt awful. If it was Michael – she would have been greedily attacking his cock as if it was her first since a long lonely sea voyage.
She fixed her mouth upon him and his hands wound into her hair.
