The Great Pretenders

Chapter 10

Matt's POV

"Nice distraction tactic," I growled as Lucy shut the door after her guest left.

I could hear her sigh. "Yeah you're right. How did you know?"

"I'm a lot of things, Lucy, but stupid has never been one of them."

"I never said you were stupid..." she began walking over to the couch.

"No but you thought you could distract me from what I wanted to talk to you about."

She sat on the couch pulling her legs under her and pulled a nail file from the side table. For some reason, any simple action she performed intrigued me. The way her hair fell out of her loose pony tail, the silly pattern of monkey faces on her blue socks, the careful inspection she made of her nails.

"So what do you want to talk about?" She asked proceeding to file away, not making eye contact.

"What did you tell your friend about us?" Ok that didn't sound so friendly. Try to calm down, Matt.

She looked up at me narrowing her blue eyes. "I didn't tell my friend anything about us. What is your problem?"

"Problem? The problem is my girlfriend thinks you and I are together now." I shouted.

She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Your EX-girlfriend. And wasn't that the fucking point of this charade?" she spat.

That stopped me short. It was true. That was the point of this plan, to prove to Lucy that I could be in a relationship. So why was I flipping out? I had no clue.

"Well yeah but now they think they can be together in peace now that you and I are consoling each other. You need to fix this. I don't know what you said...but ...but you need to fix this."

"There's nothing to fix, Sanders. We just need to go about our plan as normal. You need to calm down." She said evenly which pissed me off to no end.

"Calm? You want me to be calm? My girlfriend is fucking your boyfriend as we speak and you want me to be calm," I yelled.

Her face took on a pained expression pass over her face and immediately I wished I could pull those words back. In the blink of an eye, she composed herself.

"You're an asshole." She said pointedly. "It's no wonder Val couldn't stand to be in a relationship with you."

Ouch, touche' Lucy. Hit me where it hurts and the sad was that she was right. I was...I knew I had hurt her feelings so she was striking back. And the logical side of my brain knew that we should probably quit while we were ahead...but the irrational side...well I never could control him very well...

"Yeah well, it's no wonder, Harrison didn't want to be with you. Look at you. You're a mess. Val never looked so disheveled, even after getting out of bed."

"And you think you're a prize. Look at you, you wear the same fucking colors everyday of your life..black..black...black..black....." She said rising from the couch to poke me in the chest. She was strong for a girl.

"You know what? I want out. I'm done. I don't think I can stand to spend another minute with you."

"Like this has been a picnic for me? You showed up here at my home. I don't remember inviting you. You invited your fucking self." She said.

She was right, I should leave but I couldn't make my feet move. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. It was hot and I was furious.

"You're a bitch." I said inching closer, trying to use my size to intimidate.

She didn't back down. "Is that the best you can come up with? I thought you weren't stupid. Turns out you're just a jerk," She spit vehemently. "I hate you."

"I hate you too." I said leaning over her.

"Ooh burn," she said flatly, her blue eyes flashing anger at me. I could hear the blood pumping through my ears. I didn't know what to do.

So I kissed her.

Lucy's POV

I don't know what it was about Matt being so close. He smelled wonderful...a mix of his own clean scent and Tide. Yeah don't ask...I have a thing for detergents.

He was warm...so warm that even though I was mad at him, I wanted to be enveloped in his arms. And more than anything I wanted him to kiss me. I don't know why, I mean I know we just said awful things to each other but it wasn't as if we meant them. It was more like...well...more like...foreplay.

He raised his hand started to smooth his thumb over my bottom lip. I could feel his touch in places he wasn't touching at all.

"Lucy." He said roughly before finally meeting my lips softly, letting the tip of his tongue slide over my lips, begging for entry. Yeah right, like I was going to stop him.

After that I lost all control. Never breaking the kiss, I pulled him with me to the couch. Once there, the kiss got more intense, not wild, just passionate.

God, his skin is so soft and warm, I couldn't help but think as I placed my hand under his worn black t-shirt. I could feel his big hands on my back rubbing up and down. The sensation of it was exhilarating. Those tingles that he inspired with his touch were warming every part of my body. And I could tell that he was just as excited as I was. I could feel it grinding against my inner thigh.

The need to get closer to him was overwhelming. I lifted the hem of his t-shirt and tugged. He seemed to realize what I wanted without being told. He broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head with one hand in one swift movement.

I couldn't help but chuckle as he planted soft kisses on my lips. He pulled back to look at me for an explanation.

"Had a lot of practice with that?" I asked referring only to how quickly he removed his shirt in the heat of passion.

He smiled "Yeah, contrary to popular believe, I don't wear the same thing every day. I change my black shirts, every morning."

"I didn't mean..." I said as I felt him plant soft kisses on my jaw line and his hand on my breast beneath my shirt.

Oh God. Should we be doing this? My brain reasoned.

Shut up brain. My body responded to the feeling of his hand softly touching my now exposed breast as he kissed me.

How did that happen? My brain was determined.

Who cares how it happened? Let him do it. My body responded. It was determined to win. To prove the point, my hands moved automatically to rub his erection through his jeans. He growled in response and bucked his hips in order to create more friction as he softly continued to rub his thumb over my breast.

C'mon Lucy snap out of it.

Just a few more minutes, I reasoned. It would be rude to interrupt him.

Ok, he can do that but then you have to stop him.

Yes! Yes! Yes! My body yelled...I'll stop him...eventually.

This isn't good. He said mean things to you.

It feels good ...and I said mean things to him.

You're going to regret this in the morning.

Maybe but isn't it worth it, right now?

And with that all coherent thoughts left the building.