Gunslingers

"Only way this could get worse is if I told her I was still in love with her." I heard from the shower. My eyes widened as I stared at the closed curtain. Sanders still loved me?

My heart rate accelerated. Okay, he was incredibly drunk and didn't mean what he said. There was no way in hell the man could still be in love with me. We had not ended on the best of terms... in truth because I had been an asshole. He hadn't even talked to me in three years, and I was still being an asshole because I still believed what I said to him.

"Rae?" the shower turned off. "Did... did you hear anything?"

Did I lie to him? Did I tell him the truth? "Are you drunk enough to remember any of this?"

He pulled the curtain open. "I'll remember it." His wet, naked body stepped out of the shower. Was it possible he had gotten hotter in the last three years? The man's abs were lickable.

"I heard what you said," I told him, moving my eyes to his face before I looked at the monster cock of his. "Is it true?"

Matt wrapped a towel around his waist and looked down at his feet. "Do you want the truth? Because sober Sanders would and will never say it."

"I've been such a bitch," I said quietly. "How can you still love me?"

Matt kept his eyes downcast. "Because you're the only woman I ever have. Every time I try to get over you, I just remember why I fell in the first place. Then I started to self-sabotage the few relationships I got in. None of them were you. Trust me, sober Matt is going to regret drunk Matt's words. I'm sorry I'm even telling you." He moved into his bedroom, still not looking me in the eye.

I reached out to stop him but thought better of it. It's not like I had a response. I certainly couldn't tell him the truth. Three years ago, I'd been too angry at everyone and everything to acknowledge my own feelings. Over the course of the past two years, I'd only focused on the Marines so as not to delve into those feelings. Seeing him, it brought them all back. Sanders wasn't the only one in love. I'd fallen for him while I'd been recovering. It was hard not to.

Shaking my head, I walked into the bathroom. Matt was still naked, lying on his bed. The man was distressingly handsome, but he needed to pull the covers over his junk.

"Matt? Clothes?"

He looked at me and pulled the covers to his hips. I could still see that delicious V in his hips. Was he trying to kill me? No man I'/d been with could compare to him. He knew how to satisfy me, and I missed that.

"I'm going to go," I said.

"Stay until I sleep?" Matt patted the bed next to him.

I shook my head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Matt pouted. "Please. I won't do anything." He did that thing where he licked his bottom lip. My one fucking weakness.

I climbed onto the bed, kicking off my high heels. He smiled at me. There were those damn dimples again. I think Sanders knew the power those have over me. He was too attractive.

"Come here," he said, still a bit drunk.

"Matthew."

"I just wanna cuddle." He pulled me to him. I gasped; the man was still very naked and now pressing against me. He snuggled against my neck and instantly started snoring. Thank God.
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I woke to muscled, tattooed arms wrapped around my waist. I felt comfortable, so I snuggled closer to the body. That's when I felt a massive boner pressing against my back and ass.

"Matt?"

He groaned and pulled me closer. "Oh, shit." He released me, but I didn't move. This was too nice a feeling to just let go.

"Fuck it," I said and rolled on top of him. "One more kiss couldn't hurt. It's not like we'll see each other after this."

Oh god, what the fuck was I thinking?

Notes

Oh boy, where is this going????