Been To Hell

Chapter 16: Dream Catcher.

4am came too quickly. I was enjoying spending time with Pat in bed. Our legs were tangled, his arms were wrapped around me, and the bed sheet was the only article of cloth that covered us. His face was buried into the back of my neck; he'd leave sweet kisses on my back and shoulder. He was a sweet lover; he was always dominant and rough but sweet and tender. The way he loved me made my heart skip beats at a time. Not only did he make me feel equal, he made me feel powerful. He made me feel like his Queen. Not a Princess, but a Queen. He spoils me sometimes but he makes sure I get a chance to pay for dates and spoil him. He spoils me in emotionally and mentally richening ways Matt never did.

I managed to fall asleep just after midnight; hours after our guests have left for the night. Pat's face was nestled into the back of my neck; his arms were wrapped around my waist while his fingers stroked the silk cloth of my nightgown. We slept together, the same way we have been for six and a half years.

I shuddered when I felt a pair of arms snake between my arms and the white tank top, and loop around my waist. A very hot body was pressed against me from behind and a chin casually sat on my shoulder. I knew he was slouching down to be able to do this, Matty was a lot taller than me. I smiled deviously and kept my eyes on the white ping-pong ball.

"Guess what time it is?" His deep raspy voice made Goosebumps rise on my skin. My devious smile twisted into a crooked half smile that would make the devil worried. I willed myself to not look back at him eagerly and needingly taste the alcohol on his lips. But I wanted to taste it on his breath, I wanted to feel it on his lips and I wanted it to take control of our bodies.

"I don't know, what time is it?" I asked lowly, gently bouncing the ball off the table and into one of their red cups. I felt his body leave mine. Matty stepped to the side of the table and caught the white ball as it was thrown from the other side of the table. Dylan looked at Matty annoyed, while Rae was taking the last sip from the red cup.

"What the hell, Busek!" Dylan exclaimed obnoxiously, earning the attention of everyone in the backyard. My drunken mind suddenly caught fire when I realized what he was about to do. But I swayed on my feet mindlessly, deep inside I wanted him to announce that I was going into a major competition.

"I have an announcement to make." He smiled radiantly. Matty raised his hands, one hand had the white ball balancing between his thumb and index finger while a large red cup was in the other hand. He looked far too proud of himself, but what I saw was his pride for me.

"Hurry up, Busek, we're in the middle of kicking their asses." Dylan commented snarkily. I grinned cheekily at that statement and shook my head.

"Shut up, man, you're only winning because Bow and I were drunk already when we started this game." Jorel hissed at Dylan from across the table. Matty rolled his eyes and growled lowly.

"Will the both of you shut the fuck up?" Matty questioned intensely. The two men stopped bickering at each other and looked at Matty stary eyed.

"My lovely," hiccup "-beautiful girlfriend, over here, ya see her?" Matty used the middle finger on the hand holding the large red cup to point at me. He was drunk, so drunk he was starting to hiccup. I felt a deep blush rise on my cheeks.

"Yeah? She's a writer and a damn good one at that. I mean, like, read her shit, it's awe-fucking-mazing." Matty was beginning to embarrass me, but I took his drunken babbling as flattery instead.

"She's been entered into a major writing competition today, well, yesterday. I believe that calls for a celebration in her honor!" Matty got everyone to cheer me on in a drunken noise. I hid my face in the palms of my hands, but I heard the white plastic ball hit the table loudly then a low chuckle. I felt two large hands wrap around my wrists and pull my hands away from my face. I looked up to see Matty towering over me with a goofy smile. I gave him a look that could only say 'why did you do this to me? But I'm glad you did it'.