AN: M warning for Smut, but with who?

Chapter Four

The restaurant was dazzling. It was a beautiful Italian place on the beach. I had been led to a table on the veranda and told that the other half of my party had not arrived yet. That was fine, I was a few minutes early. The light was dim and romantic, there was a candle in the center and along with every single other table in the place. Cliché, I thought.

I was dressed to the nines in my best little, strapless, black dress. My hair was wavy and loose around my shoulders, with matching dangerous looking leather, spike heels.

My fingers rapped along the edge of the table, strumming out the sound of a song, a familiar one on the white cloth. There was a band playing in the background, jazz. Couples were out on the dance floor sharing tender moments.

I focused on a particular couple, a man with dark hair and a woman with honeysuckle blond. His lips were pressed against her forehead as he murmured something. I saw her smile before she looked up into his eyes. Their lips met briefly and in that one kiss I saw everything. The extent of their feelings for each other radiated across the room as they stayed in their own little world.

I used to be like that, I thought. We used to.

My thoughts drifted to Tim as they always seemed to these days. He was back in my life but not living it with me. I couldn't let him, he'd been my soul mate and he had betrayed me. I had thought he was safe but even I had known about his unpredictability. Mathew wasn't like that at all. He was dependable and caring. He always made the effort for me.

It was him after the funeral who had done all the chasing.

What happened the night of the funeral… It wasn't meant to happen at all. The day had been overwhelming and antagonizing, I'd drunk myself stupid at the wake because I didn't want to remember why I was there. I didn't want to remember the funeral, or the fact my heart was broken into a million tiny pieces. Matt had introduced himself before the event, and it had been him that had volunteered to take me home.

There wasn't much of a resemblance between Matt and Tim at all. The sense of lose and the booze was what joined us. Matt's memories of his older brother had enchanted me, we shared the same sadness, the same broken heart and in the end that led to the same bed.

It had been over three years since that night, the guilt had crippled me. Fucking my dead lover's brother wasn't something I am proud of. Matt was the one who had formulated a relationship out of it, one that was on and off all the time. In my head there was nothing serious about it. Matt was part of a family I had never thought I'd be part of again. Tim's death had brought his family close to us, and once they knew about Daniel, it was hard to keep them away.

It was Matt's idea to move in that had changed things. One night in bed, after dinner the two of us were lying there on opposite sides, trying to catch our breath when he simply said "I want you to move in with me."

I hadn't had an answer to that. Miami was stifling me, Tim dogged my every step, or rather memories of him did. Everywhere I looked I expected to see him, and when I glanced back he was never there. In the end I didn't want to be haunted by that anymore, so despite what I had told Delko the answer was already yes.

We hadn't set a moving date yet, I also hadn't had the heart to bring it up with Daniel yet. I knew he'd tell Tim, and I couldn't face that right now.

In fact I couldn't face Tim, not now not ever.

I'd managed to stay out of his way outside of Daniel.

The chair in front of me was pulled out and Mathew dropped into it, I smiled raising my eyes to greet him. The smile faded off my face the instant I laid eyes on him.

" What the hell happened to you?" I exclaimed half raising to my feet.

Matt stuck a hand out gesturing for me to sit before tossing an order of champagne at the waiter. I descended back down into my seat. Mathew's nose was swollen like hell. It was already bruising as he took his seat in and cleared his throat.

" I walked into a door." he said ,taking his napkin and flicking it out.

I frowned, eyes still examining his nose.

" Really? How…"

Matt raised a hand to silence me.

" I don't wish to talk about it."

I pursed my lips together and looked down at the place setting on the table, fiddling with the silver cutlery.

"So…" he started.

" So did you open it, or walk into it?" I asked, picking up the menu and busying myself with it

"Huh?" Mathew responded.

" The door." I persisted.

Mathew sighed setting his menu down, a sign he was trying to be patient with me.

" Look it really doesn't matter." Mathew informed me, his hand reached out across the table and clasped mine. "What matters is that were both here now."

I drew my hand away and picked up the wine list.

" Uh huh."

" Kate… I have something I wanna ask you, something important..." Mathew said, and I found myself rolling my eyes.

Many of our conversations stared this way, and were usually to do with picking a moving date, and so far I was not relenting.

The sound of a chair scraping cut through the air, I lowered the drinks list in time to see Mathew on one knee beside my chair. My mouth hung open as I stared at the glittering ring he held in his hands. The diamond was huge, and to be honest I found the cut and the stone a little nauseating.

" Katie, will you do me the honour…"

"You may wanna hold onto that!" a familiar voice cut through the air, turning my blood cold.

Matt swore audibly. Something he rarely did.

" Tim." I exclaimed turning in my seat.

Jesus, he looked fantastic. His jeans hugged his lower body in just the right way. He was wearing motorcycle boots, which meant he was riding the Ducati. God. I missed taking early evening rides with him and watching the sunset fade. He had five o'clock shadow, making him look rugged and dangerous especially with the leather jacket that framed his biceps. I already knew under that clinging black t-shirt lay firm, hard muscles that I wanted to graze my finger tips over. His eyes were on me and only me.

I saw my life in those eyes or at least I had.

"Is that blood?" I exclaimed my gaze straying down to his knuckles.

" Kate don't do this." Tim implored.

" Don't you know when to stop? I'm trying to ask an important question here?" Matt snapped, diverting my attention onto him.

" Nana's ring how fucking original." Tim shot back.

" I don't see you down on one knee." Mathew snapped.

" That's because I never got the chance." Tim retorted.

" Oh you had a chance." I reminded him, gathering up my evening bag.

" Katie, will you marry me?" Mathew said, turning his attention back to me.

His eyes were wide as he stared up at me from beside the table. I was well aware we were the centre of attention. The air was stifling, I was beginning to sweat knowing that all these people were here, watching an waiting. What the hell had Mathew been thinking doing this in public?

I already knew the answer to that question and I resented it.

"She doesn't like being called Katie." Tim informed him, arms crossed over his large chest.

He clearly had been working out.

The waiter set the champagne down on the table. Tim glanced at me, an amused expression taking over hs handsome features, as he cocked his head to one side.

"You didn't tell him, you don't like champagne?"

I groaned inwardly, raising a hand to my head, feeling another tension head ache coming on.

" Kate?"Matt prompted, urging the ring towards me.

" Kate." Tim commanded.

I drew myself up onto my feet, my purse clasped in my hand as I completely lost my temper at the entire situation. I didn't want to be here in th first place and being stuck in the middle of both Speedles with an entire audience was wearing thin after a eight hour raising session.

" You…" I uttered jabbing my finger into Tim's chest. "Are a fucking asshole. I do not even want to know what the hell was going through your mind when you decided to come here."

Tim at least had the gall to look startled that I'd actually retaliated against him. I twisted my head towards Mathew, still on one knee smirking in his brother's direction. I seemed cruel and I despised people who were callous, at that moment it all clicked into place.

" No, just no…" The truth left my mouth before I could even think.

I was already leaving the restaurant and he mess that had been formulated around me. I was raging, I couldn't believe what the two of them ad just done to me. The sound of my high heels clacking on the tiles echoed through the foyer as I slammed through the doors and made my way through the parking lot. My hands were already in my purse hunting for the keys, the SUV in sight.

Tim was beside me, almost immediately, his strides long and powerful as he caught up, his hand enclosed on my arm. I yanked it away, turning to face him furious.

"You are fucking shameless, you know that?! How dare you muscle in on my date and embarrass me in front of all those people!" I yelled, hands on my hips, keys jangling from my fingers.

"I was going to embarrass you?" Tim said resting his hand on his chest over his heart. "Mathew already had that planned form the minute he called your cell."

"You are just ridiculous, you come back into my life thinking things will just be the same..."

"No I never said that, and if you actually spoke to me you would know exactly what I think." he snapped.

"Can you blame me or not wanting to talk to you after what you did to us? After what you did to me and your son?" I asked turning away and flicking the alarm off the SUV.

I felt his presence close behind me as he spoke.

"No I don't." he said softly.

"Well thanks for a wonderful evening, you can be sure your mom's gonna call and berate me and you with how we've destroyed her baby boy." I informed him in dull voice, realizing we were beside the SUV at the furthest end of the parking lot.

I turned to face Tim, leaning against the driver's side of the car as he shrugged, before folding his arms over his chest, his mouth setting in a grim line.

"He'll get over it." Tim didn't care either way.

"Will he get over the bloody nose too?" I questioned, starring down at the keys in my hand.

" He deserved it." Tim informed me. "You know I don't hit people unless they deserve it, it's over now."

I met his dark soulful eyes, before glancing back at the restaurant.

"To be honest it never really started. I was never going to marry Mathew." I told him. "So there was no need to butt in and cause an even bigger scene in there."

"Come on." Tim's hands came to rest on my shoulders, I shivered under the warmth and the memory of what those hands could do. " I know that secretly your impressed that I had the guts to actually do it."

"That's not the point." I retorted.

"The point is, I challenge you, you like that. You like the fact I took control." Tim informed me, his fingers trailed up and down my arms, sending tingles through my body.

"I would have liked it more if you hadn't died on me ." I retorted. "You could have told me, out of anyone I would have understood."

"Kate." the way he said my name made me take a step back.

I was pressed between him and the SUV, his still caressing me shoulders as the two of us stood inches apart.

"It had to look real." he muttered. "I've never seen you cry the way you did at my funeral. It broke my heart."

"It broke your heart?! What about me, what about my heart?! I have cried until I can't breath, I have looked after your son and I have wished every single day that it was someone else who 'died' in the jewellery store that day, and your telling me how…"

His lips were on mine, pressurised and demanding. His hand was on the back of my neck forcing me closer. His body pinned mine to the SUV. I tried to fight, I tried to push him away. Instead my palms smoothed over the firm muscles off his chest through his T-shirt.

My body was on fire, it was desperate for him. I'd never felt this with anybody but him. His hands were raking through my hair, his tongue probing my mouth as I ran my hands down the expanse of his shirt and then finally underneath.

His skin was hot to touch, my lips were eager and my body willing. I parted my legs, Tim thrust his hips between them jolting me against the metal of the SUV. I could feel his hardness through his jeans and it made me gasp into his mouth.

His hands were running down my body, his thumbs teased lightly over my nipples as he bit my bottom lip. I jerked, crying out as his hot hands smoothed over my figure an eventually down to my legs. He guided my left leg up and over his hip allowing him more access to my intimate areas.

My hand were already undoing his belt as his fingers moved between us, circling my clit lightly through my soaked panties. My hips bucked as as his teeth grazed my throat. I yanked his underwear down along with h is jeans. My hands cupped his bare ass, drawing him closer. His fingers were already pushing my panties aside. I was desperate for him, the urge was beyond primal. It was a deep emotional connection, he was here. He wasn't dead...

I couldn't wait any longer a neither could he. His erection was rubbing along my wetness, driving me wild, his hands were resting on my hips. He thrust into my wet core suddenly causing me to cry out. His mouth was on mine, he helped me to wrap my legs around his waist allowing him deeper access.

My face was buried in the hallow of his neck as we rocked together. Perspiration trickled down my body as the waves of pleasure hit me. Each one becoming more and more intense. We were moving faster now, I could hear his quickened breath as a whimper erupted from my mouth.

Tim mumbled my name into my hair, he was close, we both were. My lower body was tingling as the heat rushed through me. I bit down on his shirt, stifling the noise as the orgasm hit me. My body bucked and tightened , I could feel him come undone deep inside me.

The two of us were slick with sweat and panting. Tim's head was resting against my shoulder, I heard him laugh as I tilted my head against the SUV exhausted, my body was coming down from it's high.

"What?" I responded irritable, opening my eyes as he set me down and drew away.

The expression on his face caused the edges of my mouth to twitch.

"You, me, a parking lot." he stated, reminding me of some of the old times, long before I'd returned.

Tim pulled up his jeans and his underwear as I hastily rearranged my panties and dress.

My legs felt weak. I leaning against the SUV for support.

"Your going to have to drive. My legs..." I trailed off as Tim took the keys from my hand, knowingly.

"Home?" he questioned, holding open the passenger side door for me.

"My house." I corrected.

Tim didn't respond to that. Instead he walked around to his side of the car and climbed into the driving seat, and pulled the seatbelt across his body.

"This doesn't change anything." I informed him, turning my head away as he started the engine.

Tim said nothing.