Taking a Leap (Matt Czuchry Fanfic)

Chapter 32

Every damn time June's opening her internet browser there's gossip about Matt. Now he's with this girl and that girl and then there are photos of him kissing a third one. For the last three weeks she's seen him with 10 different girls and it's been hell. She has no idea how to be without him. She really doesn't want to and she's regretting her stupid decision more and more every day but she's not sure he'll ever forgive her for being so damn stupid.

She can't keep the tears from falling every time she sees him with someone else. She's very convinced it isn't real but her emotions are still acting crazy and her rationality just can't outweigh her emotions.

She can't stop staring at the photo of Matt kissing a brunette that seems somehow familiar. She doesn't succeed in figuring out who the brunette is because she refuses to read the associated article. She doesn't want to know the name of whichever stupid girl he's apparently fooling around with.

"I'm mad at you." She types the message but then stops to breathe for a second. She decides to delete it but accidentally hits the send button and in frustration she throws her phone onto the floor. Luckily it doesn't break.

"I can't even break something right." She thinks to herself and sighs deeply. At least she's no longer staring at the photo of Matt kissing that girl.

She closes her eyes and lets the memories overflow her. The memories of his kisses, his touch and the feeling of his body flush against her. Along with the memories come the tears. Lots and lots of tears that turn into loud sobs.

After a minute or so her sobbing gets interrupted by a loud knock on her door. "Go away." She yells to the person on the other side.

"No, I won't." Matt replies quietly. "Please open the door, June."

She sighs and decides that she might as well open the door so she can tell him she didn't mean to send him that text. But when she opens the door she gasps. He looks like hell. He has dark circles under his eyes like he hasn't slept in days and his hair is sticking out in all directions like he's ran his hands through it a hundred times. His clothes are crumpled, and he clearly hasn't shaved in a few days.

"What is going on with you?" She asks and her tears dry out from the shock. He pushes past her and she gently closes the door after him.

He paces her living room and his eyes are full of frustration. "I can't fucking do this anymore. I can't be without you. You were supposed to realize you can't live without me either but you only seem to realize that you're mad so what are you mad about?"

"The photos. The girls." She mutters. "I can't handle it. You're mine not theirs."

"You know I'm not dating any of these girls. Let's just be together again, baby. When we're together the photos will be of you and me kissing and not me and my co-star kissing as part of a scene from the movie, we're filming."

June smacks her forehead. "Of course! It was Sophia Laurent on the photo. That's why she looked so familiar."

"Yes. It was a photo of a scene from the movie they printed." Matt is furious. "I haven't kissed anyone who isn't you besides in the movie shoots and I really can't say no to that. You know contract, manuscript and all."

June laughs shortly but then turn serious again and says "It's been hell without you, Matt. I can't be without you. I realized it, like you said I should. And by the way, did you recruit July? She's been making everything way worse, reminding me of you 500 times a day or so."

Matt laughs and hugs her hard. "Oh yes, I did recruit July. Best decision I ever made."

"No, Matt. Fucking me at your birthday party was a way better decision because that started all this." June gestures between them and kisses him greedily. "Please forgive me for being an emotional stupidhead."

"I don't know what a stupidhead is, but I forgive you, baby, but only if it means we're officially back together." He smirks at her.

"No need to blackmail me into that. I just told you I can't live without you." She laughs and pulls him after her to the shower. "You really need a shower and a shave."

He laughs and adds "And clean clothes."

"No, you definitely do not need clothes at all." She smirks and slips her dress over her head and throws it somewhere on the floor.

"What's happening?" He winks and her.

"We're going to have sex, Matt." She replies in a mock serious tone.

"I can't remember what sex is, can you show me?" He laughs so hard he has to grab ahold of his stomach to make the pain subside.

She opens his pants and pulls them down. "No underwear?" She asks with a cocked eyebrow.

"I didn't have any that was clean." He admits and blushes. "I haven't really felt like doing my laundry lately for some reason."

She runs a finger up and down his erection and he moans loudly which makes wetness pool between her legs.

She turns around and leans over the tub to turn on the water.

"Shit baby." He gasps and presses himself hard against her. "Please let me fuck you like this."
"Please do." Her voice is dripping with lust, and he slides a finger through her wetness and then in one swift motion he's pushed himself all the way inside of her.

"Home sweet home." He murmurs in her ear. She moans loudly and pushes her hands against the wall to steady herself.

"This is going to be quick, baby. We'll do slow later." He fucks her quick and hard and for every push she pushes back to meet him. The come together in an intense orgasm that lasts longer than usual.

"Well at least that break was good for something." He smirks at her when she faces him again.

"Get in the tub." She commands in a whisper. Her voice is hoarse from screaming out in pleasure.