The 2014 R.L. Mathewson Chronicle Collection by R.L. Mathewson Page A

made a weak attempt to push him away.
                Grinning, he shifted to the side, taking his weight off her. He leaned over and kissed her, taking her mouth slowly as he reached up and cupped her face. He caressed her cheek with his thumb several times before he glided his hand down her neck, down between her breasts and over her stomach where he continued to caress her skin in small circles.
                “They’re going to be here soon,” Haley said around a small moan that had his balls tightening and making him wish that they had all day to spend in bed, but he’d fucked up and all the plans he’d made for Haley were now ruined.
                He wished that he’d never seen that sign boasting an All-You-Can-Eat deal for $10.99. If he’d been with Haley at the time, she would have distracted him by pulling him into the nearest bathroom and given a blowjob that would have left him too weak to even think about risking another ban. Unfortunately, he’d been with his cousin, Trevor at the time and they’d both proven to be weak-willed bastards.
                They’d tried to ignore the sign, the offer of unlimited delicious food for their wives’ sakes, but the signs for the restaurant had suddenly been everywhere, taunting them with ten different varieties of fried chicken until they somehow found themselves stepping out of line and heading towards the parking lot of the large restaurant that held their doom. They’d murmured promises of a quick bite to store up their energy for Book Bash, damn well knowing that they were lying their asses off.
                There was no such thing for a Bradford as a quick bite, especially not at a buffet, but neither man wanted to admit that he was weak and pathetic. Even as Jason had scooped mashed potatoes on his plate, he’d known that he was fucking up. He’d promised Haley and the kids that he wouldn’t do anything to get them banned from Florida.
                  He’d never broken his promise to his wife or children before and he’d felt like shit when he’d realized that things had gone a little too far at the buffet. He really wished the restaurant hadn’t called the SWAT team in. Things probably wouldn’t have taken a turn for the worse if that damn buffet worker hadn’t lied about there being more rolls, the lying bastard!
                  “You should,” Haley paused, groaning when he slowly glided his hand up to her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, “get dressed.”
                  “We have plenty of time,” he whispered against her lips, having absolutely no doubts that the city of Orlando would be sending several of its boys in blue early to make sure that they left on time and not really caring. Until he was done, they weren’t going anywhere.
                  “Yes, but-”
                  He cut off her protests with a deep kiss as he slid his hand down over the slight swell of her stomach until he was cupping her between her legs. “Do you really want me to stop?” he asked, rubbing his hand between her legs, giving her just enough pressure to help make up her mind, the material of the jeans that she wore helping him to argue his case.
                  Pressing one last kiss to her swollen lips, he pulled back so that he could watch as she nibbled on her bottom lip, no doubt arguing with herself about what they should do. So, he decided to take the decision out of her hands. He turned his head and watched his hand move between her legs. He increased the pressure just slightly, but it was enough to have her moaning and rocking against his hand, demanding more.
                  Unable to deny his wife anything, he rubbed her one last time before moving his hand to the button and zipper keeping him away from heaven on earth. Once he had her pants undone, he didn’t hesitate in sliding his hand inside and