Night Owl by M. Pierce Page A

outside the bar. Matt was here and I hadn't even seen his face and I was already wet.
    I jogged across the lawn, unable to compel my feet to walk. My breasts bounced as I moved. The joys of being a double D.
    "Matt!" I called.
    He turned. I'm a little blind without my glasses, but I knew immediately what I was looking at. The rabbit guy. The young god. The dude outside the bar.
    My steps faltered.
    I couldn't process this revelation.
    Had he... followed me home?
    He came to me, pushing away from the car, and his dark eyes were hungry. He closed the space between us in a stride.
    The rabbit guy. Was Matt. Was the young god. Was the man I wanted.
    "Yes," he said as if reading my thoughts. "That was me outside the bar. It was an accident. A coincidence."
    Somehow, improbably, Matt's real voice was sexier than his phone voice.
    He pulled me into his arms, shoving the coat from my shoulders. It fell to the grass. Oh god. Oh god, this was happening.
    "Matt," I whispered.
    He crushed my body to his. I was hyperaware of my hard nipples pressing into his chest. He stood a head taller than me and nestled his chin into my hair easily. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He was all lean muscle, heat, and a racing heart. I thought I might faint if I didn't cling to him.
    "Hannah," he growled. He explored my body roughly, an arm keeping me pinned to him. I couldn't have escaped if I wanted to. That realization—and Matt's force and strength—made me tremble with excitement.
    He wasn't shy.
    I wouldn't be gentle , he'd told me on the phone.
    He wasn't lying.
    He raked his hand over my side and down to my ass, which he squeezed and rubbed. I could hear his breathing grow ragged as he touched me. Abruptly, he yanked my tiny boxers into my crack—worst wedgie ever —and slapped my bare ass.
    "Uhn!" I gasped. I rocked into him. Holy shit, was he already hard?
    Move hands, move! I wanted to meet his hunger; I wanted to tease him with my fingertips, to have the courage to feel his erection.
    Instead, I was mewling like a kitten and clinging to him.
    "My f-family," I bleated, my mouth leaving a wet spot on his chest. His t-shirt was so soft, his chest so firm. But god, if someone in the house happened to look out a front window, they were going to get an eyeful of my mostly bare ass (and a stranger fondling me).
    "Oh yeah?" Matt whispered into my ear. There it was—the cruel, sweet voice. The devil would have a voice like Matt's. My legs turned to jelly. "You think they might be watching? How about your neighbors?"
    As he spoke, Matt tugged my little boxers tighter and tighter into the cleft of my bottom. He wanted me to be uncomfortable. And I was enjoying it.
    "God, I hope they are," he said. "You deserve it, Hannah. You deserve to be humiliated for driving me so insane. Do you have any idea?" Again, the flat of his hand came down hard against my backside.
    "Oh!" I lurched against him and he groaned.
    "Fuck," he rasped. "Show me everything. God, show me."
    Without waiting for my participation—which was just as well, since I couldn't seem to move—Matt yanked my cami up until my heavy breasts popped out of the shelf bra. I felt my skin glowing. I knew I was a violent shade of red.
    Matt twisted me around, trapping my back to his chest and my ass to his groin.
    Yes, he was definitely rock hard in his jeans. I felt my ass gripping the shape of him.
    I wriggled as he began to grope my breasts and he moaned softly.
    "Now anyone can see," he whispered, his breath fanning over my ear. "Anyone in any of these houses. What would they say?" He chuckled. "Look at that slut, they'd say, letting that man do those things to her right outside."
    I moaned. Feebly, I lifted my arms to try to cover my breasts. Matt brushed my hands away. He cupped my breast and pinched my nipple, twisting it between his fingers. I gasped. My head rolled back onto his shoulder; my arms fell slack at my sides.
    "That's it baby, give into it. You like it. I know you do."
    He