Monday morning Kennedy wakes Matt with an amazing blow job and then settles on top of him. Slowly, she rides him up and down. Matt watches his beautiful babydoll through sleepy eyes. She looks damn good sliding his cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Matt groans when his cell phone rings from the night stand beside his bed, interrupting his thoughts of Kennedy. He glances over at the display and groans louder.
"It's Jessica," he mumbles, but makes no attempt to answer.
Kennedy leans down over him and kisses him slow and sweet. Her nakedness covering him. He relaxes into her warm kiss. Then she opens his phone and drops it on his chest with an evil grin. Matt is in shock. He fumbles with the phone and finally speaks.
"Hey, Jess. What's up?"
"Is Kennedy with you? She skipped school today."
Kennedy continues to ride Matt as he speaks to her mother. Matt returns her wicked smile, closing his eyes and savoring the way Kennedy feels stretched tight around his throbbing cock. Throbbing even more now that she has him talking to her mother as she fucks him slowly. If she continues this pace, he can maintain his composure.
"Yeah, she's with me. Remember you said I could take her shopping this morning?"
"Oh, yeah. I kinda remember that. Are you almost done?" Jessica replies, relieved that Kennedy is with him. Safe.
"No. I think she's just getting started. I'm in for a long day," Matt says trying to contain a laugh and to control his need to moan as Kennedy picks up her pace to torture him. He knows she has no intention of letting him get through this conversation without loosing control.
"Well, I guess it's just one day. It should be okay," Jessica says softly, like her mind is suddenly somewhere else. "Hey, Matt? Would you mind keeping an eye on her for a few days. I need to take care of a few things before my trip with the girls."
"Not a problem. She can stay as long as she wants," Matt practically growls.
"Great. Thanks. Talk to you later," Jessica blurts abruptly and hangs up.
Matt tosses the phone to the floor and grabs Kennedy. He pulls her down and flips them over. Kennedy shrieks. It's his turn to torture her now. And he has all the time he needs thanks to Jessica.
"You're going to pay for that little stunt, Babydoll," he groans, thrusting deeper inside Kennedy's warmth.
He collects her wrists in one hand and secures them above her head. Kennedy moans and arches into him. She doesn't like not being able to touch his body. She squirms below him, tugging her arms in an attempt to free herself. Matt raises his head from her breasts with a smug smirk. He loves the look of frustration on Kennedy's face. He knows how she loves to be in control and he has no intention of giving her what she wants. He will get what he wants this time. Kennedy subdued, submissive to his sexual desires. She likes games? He'll play games with her. Watching her eyes, he thrusts deep and hard into her. Matt struggles with his control. Watching her writhe below him and her eyes close as she moans and takes him fully inside her. The pleasure in her face is almost enough to push him beyond his limits. Almost. He breathes in through his nose, pushing down his need to erupt inside his beautiful playmate.
"You think you're going to get away with torturing me? I don't think so. I think you need to be tortured for a change," Matt teases.
He slides the full length of his thick eight inch cock through Kennedy's tight pussy, stopping with just the head left inside her. Kennedy's hips lift, trying to take him inside her again. She groans when he pulls further away. Her frustration growing. Kennedy is not used to not getting what she wants. The smug grin on Matt's face fuel her desires. She is determined to play this game with him and win. Her eyes are fixed on his as he slowly thrusts forward again. As he moves painfully slow, Kennedy smiles up at him. Her sexy brown eyes sparkle with mischief.
"Mmmmm. You feel so good...Uncle Matt. My sexy uncle knows exactly how to please his naughty little niece. You like fucking your niece, Uncle Matt?"
Matt grunts, his nostrils flare, thrusting hard. Seating himself fully in her depths. Their moans match, echoing through the quiet house. Matt picks up is his pace, pounding into Kennedy. Challegening her control.
"Fuck yes," Matt growls. "I love fucking my hot little niece. My slutty little niece wants everything her uncle gives her. Tell me Kennedy. Tell Uncle Matt what you want, Babydoll."
The taboo banter between them heats their bodies and desires. Matt releases Kennedy's wrists. He wants to feel her hands on his body as he fucks her fiercely. Skin slaps against skin. Sweat slicks their bodies as they move together. Lost in the lust that binds them together. Kennedy wraps her long legs around Matt's thrusting hips. Her breath comes in shallow gasps. She clings to him, no longer concerned with winning or losing. Both are equally rewarding. The pleasure Matt gives her is far more important than winning or being in control. She relinquishes everything to him. She knows at this moment that she always will. Matt feels her body become his. All his. It's like nothing he's ever felt before. No other woman has ever made him feel the way Kennedy does. There has never been a woman that Matt couldn't walk away from.
Kennedy is different. No matter how wrong their relationship is, he can't see letting her go. She is his. All his. He claimed her. Her virginity is his. Her body is his. In return, his heart is hers. He can't let her go. He thrusts harden and faster, needing to claim her again. Her body tenses and she screams, throwing her head back into the pillows, arching like a woman possessed. Her already tight pussy clenches around Matt. He grits his teeth, continuing to thrust through her orgasm. Once she reaches her peak and starts to come back to earth, Matt pumps two more times, exploding inside her. He pushes her into a second mind blowing orgasm. She cries out again, muffling her voice into his shoulder. Her teeth sinking into his skin, tasting his salty sweat on her lips. She claims him as well.
"Kennedy," Matt roars, his hips held firmly against her. He arches back wanting to be deeper and deeper inside her. Kennedy watches as his brow furrows and his eyes slam closed. Seconds later he collapses on top of her. Both wrap around the other. Holding on to this moment. The moment they both realize they are meant to be together.
"Matt," Kennedy whispers softly, her voice trembling at her realization.
"Ssh. I know, Babydoll. I know," Matt reassures her.
He wants her to feel safe. To know that he will take care of her. She has given him the gift of herself and he will cherish her and protect her. They lay quietly listening to the pounding of their hearts until they fall asleep together.
Matt sits on a lounge chair beside his pool. The warm San Diego sun beats down on his bare chest. Only dressed in swim trunks, he still feels too confined. The only thing he wants to feel on his skin is Kennedy. He rubs his eyes and runs his hand through hair. The voice in his head says this is crazy. Says he should end this before Kennedy gets hurt. He never wants to hurt her and he knows the one thing he feels the strongest is the one thing that can hurt her the most. His love. It's also the one thing he doesn't want to lose. He loves Kennedy. Not as an uncle. Not as he should, but loves her as a man loves a woman. He wishes with everything in him that he wasn't her uncle. He wishes she could be his. His weakness, loving her, will hurt her. One way or another this is going to end in pain. He needs to do the right thing. He needs to let her go.
Kennedy wakes up alone in Matt's bed. She rolls over, burying her nose in his rumpled pillow. She breathes in the scent of the only man she's ever wanted. The only man she loves. Her immature heart believes everything will be okay. They love one another and that is all that matters. People will have to accept their relationship once they see how much love they share. And if they don't, she doesn't need them in her life. She only needs Matt. She smiles at the happy ending waiting for them as she wraps in Matt's bathrobe. She pads barefoot through the house looking for her secret lover. She creeps stealthily across the pool deck until she is standing in front of his chair. He senses her presence without a word. Without a touch. The connection they share is stronger than the need for either. His eyes wander up her robe covered body. He knows what beauty hides beneath it. His eyes sparkle when they meet hers. She smiles softly at him. Her expression is genuine and innocent. He sees the love in her eyes. His will dissolves instantly. He can't and doesn't want to fight this. Right or wrong, this is meant to be. He returns her smile.
"Don't start hiding from me now, Babydoll," Matt says, his tone smooth and wanting.
Wanting to see his woman. All of her. His body begins to heat from the inside out before she ever moves. Just the thought of seeing her is enough to fan the flames of his desire. Kennedy stands still. Her only movements are to drop his robe to the concrete at her feet. The bulge growing in his shorts reinforces the need to get out of his swim trunks. Each time he sees her perfect body it feels like the first time. His lungs grow tight, unable to breath. Matt sucks in a ragged breath. The harsh gasp fills the air. Warmth fills Kennedy's heart at his reaction to her. It only makes her love him more. She remains still. Frozen in place. Content being the object of his desire.
"Come to me, Babydoll. I need to be inside you," Matt mutters.
Kennedy moves at his request. She grabs the waist of his shorts and tugs them over his thighs, down his muscular legs. Matt laughs at her eagerness as Kennedy tosses his shorts to the ground and straddles his hips. She leans down kissing his lips. Her moist pussy rubs along the length of him as she moves forward causing a groan to escape Matt's throat. She hums happily, her mouth brushing his ear and neck. Matt smiles, dropping his head back to the cushion. He loves the way Kennedy moves on him. He wants to be inside her, but he craves the connection. The closeness. Kennedy raises up on her knees. She positions Matt's thick erect cock at her entrance. She rocks gently over the tip combining the pre-cum on his cock with her moist pussy. Her eyes soften, but her breasts rise and fall in her excitement and her nipples harden to firm peaks. Matt's mouth waters wanting her in so many ways. He wants to be inside of her, he wants to suck her supple breasts, he wants to mark her with his teeth, he wants to cum inside her claiming her as his again and again.
"Take me, Matt. I want you inside me. I want you so badly," Kennedy purrs.
"Mmmm. Come here, Babydoll."
Matt grips her hip with one hand and his hard cock with the other. He guides Kennedy's body down over him. Both struggle to keep their eyes open to watch the ecstasy reflected there. Both of Matt's strong hands grip her hips and guide her up and down his shaft. She moans as his girth stretches her open. Up and down she rides him slowly. Matt watches her gorgeous body move in time with him.
"Kiss me," he growls.
Kennedy leans down, her lips meeting his. Her tongue greedily invades his mouth. Matt wraps his arms around her, securing her to him and he rolls her underneath him. He raises up on his knees, still positioned between her legs. He lifts her hips off the lounge chair, resting them on his thighs. Deeper, he surges even deeper. Kennedy moans, feeling fuller than ever before. She reaches for him, but he is out of her reach. Matt raises his eyebrow and grins, knowing she doesn't like not being able to touch him. He only makes her suffer for seconds. He leans down, sliding his arms around her waist. One quick motion has Kennedy sitting up in front of him. Her legs wrap firmly around him. Matt is now even deeper. Every time she thinks she has taken him to the hilt, he proves her wrong. He gives her more and more every time. He thrusts upward, going deeper. Kennedy arches sinking him even deeper. She moans again and again.
"Rock you hips, Kennedy. Make love to me, Babydoll," Matt says, his voice low and seductive. She moves her hips slowly, learning how to make love to him. Her rhythm is perfect. They move together in the hot sun. Kennedy's moans disappear on the light breeze surrounding them. Suddenly, Kennedy stiffens. Her eyes widen in shock of her orgasm, surprising her in it's intensity and shattering her into pieces. She explodes as rush after rush courses through her body. She screams though her violent release, thrashing on top of Matt. His cock throbs painfully needing release. He won't take his until he sees Kennedy through hers. She is his ultimate pleasure. Watching her body ride him wildly. Out of control. He loves seeing her out of her mind in pleasure. Knowing only he can give that to her is intoxicating. He begins thrusting hard and deep, grunting with each forceful surge.
"Oh my god, Matt. Oh god! Matt! Matt, I'm cumming again," Kennedy screams, clinging to Matt's body.
He holds her tight as he spills is hot load inside her trembling body. His heart is thundering in his ears. Only that and Kennedy's cry penetrates his senses.
"Kennedy! My Babydoll. Mine. All mine," Matt grunts before collapsing back onto the chair, taking his beautiful babydoll with him. Kennedy lays her cheek on his chest. The thud of his heart soothes her soul. His heartbeat matches hers. He is a part of her now.
After recovering from their lovemaking, Matt takes Kennedy inside to shower. He washes her taut body and her long luscious hair. She purrs under his care, feeling his love in each touch. She turns in his arms with a sinful glint in her eyes.
"No you don't, Babydoll. I need to feed us first. You take every ounces of my energy. I'm taking you out to lunch. Then maybe shopping."
Kennedy pouts dramatically followed by a loving smile. She knows he is hers now. She can wait to feel him inside her for the afternoon. Tonight is a whole different story. She'll remind him again of how much she loves him. They get dressed and leave for Fashion Valley
. Matt pulls up to the valet parking lane near Neiman Marcus
. Kennedy squirms impatiently, wanting to be inside her favorite store. At least it's her favorite at the moment. Matt chuckles as he opens her door, extending his hand. He tosses his keys to the slender young man running toward their car. He tucks the valet ticket in his shorts pocket. He and Kennedy hold hands as the walk through the upscale department store. Matt tugs Kennedy along as she tries to stop at a clothing rack.
"Not until we eat," Matt grumbles.
Kennedy laughs, knowing he's right. If she gets started shopping, it could be hours before they eat. She follows him to Zodiac. She's thrilled to eat without having to leaving the store.
After lunch, Matt follows Kennedy for hours as she peruses the selection of high end clothing. Matt likes seeing her in her element. She is very fashion conscious and knowledgeable about designers. She knows exactly which ones she likes and which ones look good on her body. Though she tries to explain it to Matt, he has a hard time understanding how anything could possibly look bad on her. She is simply stunning. She makes every designer look good. He prefers her naked. He grins, his thought amusing him. Kennedy grins, she knows exactly what he's thinking.
"Matt, do you want to share a smoothie?"
Matt chuckles again, knowing it's Kennedy's way of telling him she wants him to go get her a smoothie. He smiles and kisses her cheek.
"Sure, Babydoll. Raspberry with vanilla yogurt?"
"Yes, please," she smiles.
Matt heads off to score a smoothie for his babydoll. Kennedy waits long enough for him to be out of sight. She quickly makes her way to H&M. She saw the sexiest underwear in their new ads. David Beckhem has a new line sold exclusively at H&M. Matt will look as sexy as Beckhem in the body wear. She knows exactly what she's looking for and relays the information to a sales clerk. Her items are purchased and bagged hastily. She wants to be back at Neiman's before Matt gets back. Her secret purchase will be a surprise for him later tonight. Matt is taking longer than expect. He too made a secret stop. Kennedy will have her own surprise tonight. Once they meet up again, they both grin at one another. Each thinking they are one up on the other. Too bad they think so much alike.
Matt carries bag after bag as Kennedy spins like a tasmainian devil through Neiman's, Bloomingdale's and Macy's. She also hits several smaller big named stores including Dolce & Gabbana and Victoria's Secret. Matt only voices his opinion when she's picking out lingerie. He wants to see her in something he picked out. He's getting hard thinking about how sexy she will look in his choice. The looks he gives Kennedy has her pussy aching to be filled.
"I'm done," Kennedy announces without warning.
Matt is surprised, but thrilled. He can't wait to be alone with her again. He isn't disappointed. When Kennedy walks into the living room of Matt's sprawling house dressed in the lingerie he picked out for her, his body hums to life. Not able to wait for her to get to him, he strides toward her. He takes her in his strong arms, lifting her body to him. Kennedy's legs wrap around his waist as their tongues tangle together. Moans and groans and grunts and whimpers echo through the house. Matt drops Kennedy onto the oversize sectional sofa. He follows her body down without breaking their heated kiss. He kneads her breast through the lace fabric of the sexy two piece, black garment. His hand slides skillfully under the delicate cloth covering her breasts. His mouth finds her taunt nipple. Kennedy squeals when he sucks her hard, hollowing his cheeks. She feels his smile form on her breast. Her hands tangle in his dark hair. Matt works his way down her body. His mouth leaving light marks from biting and sucking her flesh.
Kennedy watches her skin form light purple spots in Matt's wake. She groans happily. She's wants to wear his mark. Proof of his passion and desire. Proof that she is his. Matt settles between her legs. He's impatient. He doesn't tease her. Instead, he drives his tongue firmly into her clit and then sucks the swollen nub between his teeth. Kennedy shrieks, pain and pleasure walking precariously on a tightrope. Precision is needed to keep the balance. One wrong move would have her bucking wildly. Honestly, she doesn't care which. She devours anything Matt gives her. He brings her to the edge of ecstasy and backs off. Her whimper communicates her protest. Matt has no plans of not pleasing her, but he needs to be inside her. He wants to feel her cum around his aching shaft as he fucks her senseless. He wants to drive her mad. He needs it. He needs her.
Shoving the panties of her new lingerie aside, Matt drives his cock deep inside Kennedy. Eliciting a dreamy moan of satisfaction from her. Never has a woman made him so bent on pleasing her. Kennedy is not just any woman. She is his. He will never stop pleasing her. Kennedy bucks and thrashes as he ravages her. Her orgasm looms achingly close. She reaches for it, giving her body completely to Matt to control. He reads her body like a beloved erotic novel. He works her into a frenzy and fulfills all her needs, wants and desires. Matt jerks several times, emptying his seed inside his woman. He never tires of claiming her as his. The way only a man can claim his woman. She is his. He won't let her go. He can't.
Kennedy curls into Matt's side on the sofa. Sated. She sighs, content in her lover's arms. Her eyelids lift sleepily when she feels something tickling her breasts. She smiles as she watches Matt dangle a sliver chain above her skin and letting it skim across her nipples.
"Raise up Babydoll. I have something for you," Matt says softly.
Kennedy sits up so Matt can clasp the necklace around her neck. The platinum gold chain holds a couple of stars intertwined with a diamond solitaire linking them. Kennedy smiles, knowing exactly the meaning of the delicate charm. Her eyes meet his with a hint of tears.
"Starcrossed, just like us," she murmurs.
Matt smiles and nods.
"Beautiful and delicate. It needs to be cherished and protected in order to survive, like our....like us."
He wants to say the words, but fears it's too soon for her. He doesn't want to overwhelm her and send her running from him. He will do whatever it takes to keep her with him.
"I love it, Matt," Kennedy says, holding the two stars in her fingers. She drops it to her chest, letting it fall and land between her breasts. She leans in to kiss him.
"I told you I would get you something more meaningful than money," Matt says tracing the charm in the crevice of Kennedy's breasts.
Her lips brush across his lips as she whispers with a slight quiver in her voice.
"I love you, Matt."
Matt freezes, staring into her eyes as her confession washes over him. Kennedy takes his lack of response as rejection. She starts to pull away. Matt catches her body and pulls her into him. His mouth covers hers. Their tongues dance frantically. Matt's desire is obvious from the erection straining between them. He wraps around Kennedy and stands up. He strolls to his bedroom without breaking the kiss. He lowers her into his bed. His lips brush her neck and her ear.
"I love you too, Kennedy."
Matt spoons up behind Kennedy in his bed. The bed he intends to share with her and only her. He's not sure how to make things work, he just knows he will die defended this woman and his love for her. Kennedy arches and pushing back into him as he enters her body from behind. She moans softly and rocks her body him his. They make love slow and passionate sealing their confessions of love in the ultimate union of their bodies.
"Wake up, beautiful," Matt whispers in Kennedy's ear.
She stirs, shielding her eyes from the sunlight beaming into Matt's bedroom. She groans and pulls a pillow over her face. Matt crawls into bed with her. She can smell his body soap. She smiles from under the pillow.
"You showered without me?"
"You have to go to school. If we showered together, we would spend the rest of the day in bed," Matt laughs.
"Ugh," Kennedy groans. "I don't want to go to school. I want to stay right here with you, Matt. Tell them I'm sick."
"Not today, Babydoll. I'm not going to lie to the school. We don't need your mom to have any reason to suspect us. You need to go the school and I need to get some work done."
"It's not a lie, Matt. I am sick. Love sick. It's only treatment is to stay close to you," Kennedy purrs.
Matt laughs again and pulls her from his bed.
"Nice try. You are going to school, Kennedy. You only have a few more weeks until graduation."
"I know. I know. I'd just rather stay with you."
"Me too, Babydoll. We will have all the time in the world soon. Just be patient."
Matt kisses her softly and leaves her to shower and get ready for school. Kennedy strolls out of Matt's bedroom looking like a model ready for a photo shoot. Her clothes, her hair, her make-up. Everything is perfect. Kennedy is perfect. Matt smiles knowing she is his. He wants to keep her locked away with him too. Matt drives Kennedy to pick up her car at her house. Jessica is not home. That's unusual at this time of morning. Matt and Kennedy kiss out in the open beside her car. Matt opens her door and she reluctantly slides inside. She waves and blows Matt a kiss as she pulls out of the driveway. Matt returns to his car and drives back home. He checks his watch. 7:15, only six hours until he can have her again. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself. He is head over heels for Kennedy. He isn't used to this feeling, but he likes it. He likes it a lot.
Matt's cell phone rings from the breakfast bar at 10:30. He curses that he left it across the room instead of on his desk where it should be. He shifts the files he has in his lap onto the desk and heads for the phone. Just as he reaches the kitchen, his security gate buzzes.
"Grand fucking Central Station all of the sudden," he mutters. A quick peek at the security monitor shows the delivery service waiting at his gate. He buzzes the van inside as he answers the phone.
"Hey, Jessica. What's up?" Matt opens the front door to receive his package. This single thin letter size clasp envelope is not what he was expecting. He thought for sure it was going to be the closing documents for one of the Vegas properties. He signs and closes the door. His heart plunges to the depths of his stomach when he hears Jessica's words. The contents of the envelope only compound his fears.
"Matt, please tell me Kennedy is with you. Her car is at school, but she's not there. She's not home and she's not answering her phone. She's missing, Matt," Jessica cries.
"What do you mean missing? Why would you think she's missing and not just ignoring your call for some teenage reason?"
"Oh, Matt. I've made a horrible mistake. I think Kennedy is paying the price for my stupidity. This is all my fault. Someone has been...blackmailing me. I thought I could handle it myself, but..."
"What do you mean, blackmailing? Has someone threatened you? Threatened Kennedy? Tell me what the hell is going on, Jessica!"
Matt's patience is thin. He sifts through the contents of his envelope. Photo after photo of him and Kennedy. One kissing in the nightclub in Vegas. One with his hands inside the back of her dress in the casino. One of her straddling him naked on his patio. One of him on top of her, thrusting inside her. The note formed with cut out magazine words reads "Follow our instructions or copies will be sent to her parents.
Matt's temper fumes. His selfish actions have put Kennedy in danger. He will never forgive himself. Most importantly, he needs to get Kennedy back without these photos showing up at Ben's house. He needs to take control of this situation so he can follow their instructions. He sucks in a breath and forces words.
"I'll be right over, Jessica. Have you called Ben?"
"I've tried, but I can't reach him. So I called you. Please, Matt, help me get her back safely."
"What threat specifically was made to you?"
Matt tears out of his driveway, tires screeching. He continues to pull information out of Jessica. He needs full access to her knowledge so he can figure out the best way to protect Kennedy. He parks haphazardly in front of his big brother's estate. He curses under his breath. He never should have gotten involved with Kennedy. It was stupid to put her in jeopardy. He's fully aware of how men like him and Ben are targets for blackmail. The only leverage they have over Matt is Kennedy.
"Matt, thank god you're here," Jessica cries.
"Tell me everything, Jessica. I don't care how embarrassing it is to you. My only concern is getting Kennedy back to me. To us. To the family," Matt stammers over his words. His fear of losing Kennedy has him on edge. He can't afford to make any mistakes.
"okay. Judge me however you choose, Matt. My only concern is Kennedy as well. Here goes. I've been seeing someone. Having an affair. I thought I knew the man well enough, but now Kennedy is gone and I fear he is using her against me. He knows how much she means to me. They want $500,000 in cash. I was told not to involve the police and to wait for further instructions. That was two hours ago. I called you, because I can't do this alone. I don't have access to that kind of money and I can't reach Ben. I don't know what to do, Matt. I'm so scared," Jessica sobs.
"It will be okay, Jess. We all make choices that sometimes blow up in our faces. It happens. I can't blame you for having an affair. I see how Ben treats you. I will pay whatever ransom is needed to get Kennedy back. Money is not a problem. Did they say how long they would give you to get the money?"
"No, just to wait for instructions."
Matt dials his bank and speaks with the President to make arrangements for that kind of withdrawal on such short notice. The man says he understands the urgency and will have the funds available by the time Matt arrives. Matt hugs Jessica tight.
"Wait here. Call me the second you hear something. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Matt signs for his cash and throws two dark colored duffel bags in the trunk of his car. He slams the trunk and speeds back to Jessica. The two pace as no call has come. Matt can't stand the feeling of helplessness. Kennedy must be scared out of her mind. He can only imagine what her captors are doing to her. He fears the longer they go without a call, the worse the situation is becoming. He's starting to doubt his decision to not notify the police. Why the hell did he force her to leave him this morning? She would be safe in his bed if he had listened to her. He told her they would have all the time in the world. Now, now he just doesn't know. God, this is agony. Time continues to tick by.
"Fuck!" Matt shouts, the frustration becoming too much for him to bear silently. He storms off to the back yard to think. He paces around the pool brooding. He thinks back to Kennedy's last birthday. She was so beautiful leaning on him as they dangled their feet in the pool and talked. It's getting dark and late. He can't stand to think what Kennedy must be going through. Does she think no one is going to help her?
Matt hears Jessica call out to him. He rushes back inside.
Jessica jumps when the phone rings at 11:45 p.m., piercing through the silence. She grabs the phone on the first ring.
"Do you have my money?"
"Yes. We have it."
Silence on the other end of the line is deafening. The deep male voice sounds agitated.
"We? Who is we? I said no police."
"It's not the police. It's my brother-in-law. I needed him to help me get your money. It's just the two of us. I swear," Jessica explains tearfully.
Terrified she has made a mistake that will cause Kennedy harm. She feels like her world is crumbling around her. She will die if anything happens to Kennedy. Matt jerks the phone from Jessica's trembling hand.
"This Matt Cooper. I have your damn money. Where do you want to do the exchange?"
"There will be no exchange. You drop the money and then we will release the girl."
Like hell. That's not happening, Matt thinks to himself.
"Let me hear her voice. Let me know she's okay."
There's muffled conversation. Matt strains to make out any incriminating sounds.
"Mama? Are you there?" Kennedy's voice is so faint Matt can barely hear her.
"Oh god, Kennedy. It's Matt. Are you hurt?"
"Matt. Help me. I'm so scared. Help me, Matt."
"I'm coming for you, Kennedy," Matt promises, but it's too late. The phone shuffles around and the man comes back on the line.
"There. You heard her with your own ears. Now give me my money and we will release the girl."
"Where do you want to meet?"
"Take the money to the old harbor. At Pier 10 next to the marina is an abandoned security shack. Drop the money there."
Matt's mind is racing. There is no way he is giving them exactly what they want. They will have no reason to keep Kennedy safe if they have their money. Without including Jessica in his decision, he heads to his car. Jessica calls to him, but he dismisses her with a wave of his hand. He doesn't have time to deal with her now. Matt drives to the marina. He sees the guard shack. The whole place is shrouded in nothing but darkness and shadows. He comes to a stop beside the shack and steps out of his car. Opening his trunk, he drops a duffel bag behind the bushes and drives away. He watches his rear view mirror, but sees no movement. Then Jessica's phone rings as he knew it would. He answers coldly.
"I have the rest of the money. I will drive it to Pier 15. There's a bait house with a bench on the side. You put the girl on the bench and I will exchange the girl for the other half of the money," Matt instructs.
"Why should I trust you?" The man growls, furious that Matt has shifted the control.
"I've given you no reason not to. I delivered half the money and you haven't delivered anything. You do this my way and I'll drive away with the girl and never look back. You make it difficult or you hurt the girl, I will make you regret the day you ever crossed me," Matt threatens.
"Fine. The girl will be there. Stay parked at the marina for ten minutes then drive to the bait house."
The line goes dead. Matt blows out a relieved breath. He had hoped that his stunt wouldn't backfire. He figured the captors needed the money badly enough to deal. Matt just wants Kennedy in his arms. He would have cleaned out all his accounts for her safe return. Ten minutes seems like an eternity. It gives him too much time to think. He wonders angrily if Ben would do the same. He is controlled by money and power. Matt is not. The only thing in this world that controls him is Kennedy. He would die for her. He clears his head. This isn't over until he has Kennedy back where she belongs. He has to stay focused. He checks his watch for the fifth time in as many minutes. Finally the watch reveals his waiting is over. He slowly pulls out of the parking lot and drives to Pier 15. He scans the dark parking lot. Nothing seems out of place. Driving closer, he sees a shadow figure. His heart thunders in his chest. Relief floods his body as he sees Kennedy sitting alone in the dark. Even in the darkness he can tell she is terrified. He presses down on the accelerator. He can't get to her fast enough.
"Kennedy," Matt yells as he exits his car and races to her.
She flies into his arms, crying hysterically. Matt holds her firmly. Letting her know she is safe again.
"I've got you, Babydoll. You're safe with me. I won't let them hurt you. Come on, let's get out of here." Matt opens Kennedy's door and she slips inside. She presses the lock button as soon as the door slams. Matt retrieves the second duffel bag and tosses it onto the bench before getting behind the wheel and speeding off. He hands Kennedy his cell phone.
"Call your mom on the house phone. She's worried sick," he instructs.
Kennedy nods but doesn't release her grip on Matt's hand. He strums the back of her hand as she makes the call.
"Mom? I'm okay. I'm with Matt. We are on the way home," Kennedy cries. "I love you, mom."
"Thank god! I love you too, Kennedy. So much, baby."
Matt leads Kennedy inside her house. Jessica rushes to her, inspecting her from head to toe.
"Are you hurt? Did they hurt you, baby?"
"No, mom. I'm fine." She pulls away from Jessica and nestles into Matt's chest. Jessica smiles warmly at Matt.
"Thank you, Matt. I don't know what I would have done without you."
Matt returns her smile and nods. He leads Kennedy over to the couch and sits down with his arms wrapped firmly around her. In this moment, he doesn't care how it looks. He won't let Kennedy go. 1:00 a.m., Jessica's cell phone rings. Ben is finally returning her frantic calls.
"Ben, I've been trying to reach you for hours. I needed you. Kennedy needed you and you weren't there for us." Her voice drops low and secretive. "Where you with her?"
Ben doesn't answer the question. Instead, he acts annoyed.
"What was the big emergency that is now so unimportant that you have time to accuse me, Jessica?"
"The emergency? Oh, just that your daughter was kidnapped for ransom, you arrogant, self absorbed bastard. Where were you when she needed you? Don't worry yourself over it, though. It's handled and she's back home. Safe and sound where she belongs. No thanks to you! Matt took care of everything. He paid the ransom and returned Kennedy to me."
"Matt? He did what? Let me talk to him."
Jessica hands the phone to Matt. He is in no mood to be berated by his absentee brother. He puts the phone to his ear and speaks softly as Kennedy sleeps on his chest. She's exhausted.
"Hey? That's all you have to say to me when my daughter's life was at stake? You just paid a ransom with getting the authorities involved? How much money did you pull out of the company to pull that off anyway?"
"There it is. It's always about the money isn't it, Ben. I've told you before, I don't need or want your precious money. I took the ransom out of my personal account. I didn't involve the police because it was too risky. Kennedy's safety was my one and only concern."
"How the hell are you going to track the money? How are you going to press charges? Someone needs to pay for taking my daughter," Ben rants into the phone.
"I won't. Kennedy is safe and that is worth any amount of money to me. I don't want to discuss this any more. If you have a problem with the way I protect your family, maybe you should do it yourself, you prick!"
Matt hangs up the phone. Jessica smiles at Matt. She approves of his reprimand. Matt lowers is eyes.
"Jessica, I can't stay here. Not in his house. You and Kennedy can come stay with me for a few days."
Kennedy stirs as Matt tries to get up.
"Where are you going? Please don't leave me, Matt."
The fear in her eyes is more than Jessica can take. She brushes her fingers through Kennedy's mangled hair. Soothing her.
"Ssh, Baby. If you want to stay with Matt I understand. You feel safe with him. It's okay. I won't intrude. I'll stay here. Matt, please take care of her. I know she needs you. She needs the security of a man she can depend on. You can give that to her."
Matt nods and kisses Jessica on the cheek.
"Thanks for understanding. I will do anything to protect her."
"I know you will. I'll meet with the school tomorrow. I'll explain the situation and get them to go ahead and release her. They should be cooperative since she was snatched from school grounds in broad daylight. She won't feel comfortable going to school."
Matt nods again. He leads a very tired Kennedy to his car and buckles her in. His mind flashes back to the night her rescued her from the bar. He smiles remembering her seductive antics. He kisses her forehead and closes the door. Back at his house, he lays her in his bed and climbs in beside her. He wraps around her, securing her to him. He may never let her go. He needs to feel her as much as she needs him. Kennedy is his world and nothing else matters. They sleep together all night, secure in their love.
Kennedy slowly returns to herself over the next few days. She doesn't want Matt out of her sight and that is perfectly fine with him. He waits on her hand and foot. Their love grows stronger by the day. She doesn't say much about her ordeal and Matt doesn't want to push her. He knows in time she will need to express her feelings. Today is the day she opens the door a tiny bit.
Kennedy lays next to Matt on the couch as they watch a movie together. She looks over her shoulder and smiles at him. It warms him to his core. Then ice water rushes through his veins.
"That woman was right. She knew Matty would come for me," Kennedy sighs.
"What did you say?"
"The woman said you would come for me," Kennedy repeats.
"No, the other part. What did you call me?"
"I didn't call you that. The woman did. She kept calling you Matty."
Kennedy shifts her body to face Matt. His body is stiff and brow furrowed. Kennedy smooths his brow with her thumbs. She kisses along his jawline. Matt's eyes close. They haven't made love in days. He wants to give her time to process what happened to her. Now, he doesn't know if he can. He assumed Jessica was correct in saying the kidnapping was due to her affair. Now, he feels differently. Only one person has ever called him Matty. It's not a memory he likes being dragged to the front of his thoughts. Could he be responsible for Kennedy's ordeal? Is it his fault? How can he tell her? How can he make love to her, pretending he doesn't know? He can't. He has to find out the truth. He holds Kennedy close. Tight against his body. She can't move in his grasp. He holds her until she falls asleep. Without making a sound, Matt slips away from Kennedy. He grabs his cell phone and hides in his bathroom to make an important call. The phone rings twice. A feminine voice on the other end of the line answers.
Matt's voice is barely audible. He hopes to hell he is wrong. There's only one way to find out. He takes a deep breath and speaks into the phone.
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