Page 117 of From Drummer to Gamer

My eyes widened. “You know?”

He raised a brow. “You think I wouldn’t know my girl’s birthday?”

My cheeks burst with fire, and my confusion only grew as my eyes followed him as he placed the unfamiliar object in his mouth and nudged his head. It was only when he blew a cap away that I realized he was holding a marker.

“Wha…what are you doing?”

“Birthday present or one of your presents.” He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, and my body drags closer toward him. “I have plenty in store.”

Hmm, I was pretty flexible, or maybe I was because Matty held me tight.

The position made my pussy level with his chest, and all my embarrassment left the room at this point. I was too achy and needy for that.

“My girl asked for a signature,” he said, and the cool tip of the pen touched my inner thigh, and I watched wide-eyed as he signed his name boldly.

Heaven.

I was in fucking heaven.

But he didn’t just stop there. He continued his little adventure and signed the other thigh and my lower stomach and on top of each of my breasts.

“There, all mine.”

I was fucking branded with his name all over my body. It was a caveman thing to do, but damn if I loved it. It was the single most hottest experience of my life, but then, knowing Matty Evans, I shouldn’t speak too soon. He was a bit kinky in bed, thinking of unique ways to torture me.

He flung the marker away, but I caught it and lifted myself with my elbows.

His quizzical gaze followed me. “My turn,” I said before placing a heated kiss on the center of his chest.

His hand curled over the back of my neck, and I looked up at him through my lashes, smiling shyly.

“You’re beautiful, firecracker,” he said with such tenderness that it made my heart swoon on the inside.

I gently maneuvered the marker to an empty spot on his chest and signed my name, and damn did it make me feel some kind of way.

He looked down, his lips twitching as he watched me. “You done, Ms. Chan?”

I nodded.

“Good.” He caught my cheek with his teeth. “Because now I’m going to devour my favorite snack.”

My back crashed onto the bed when he lifted both my thighs to his shoulders and ate my pussy while he was still on his knees.

My eyes rolled back from the pleasure, and my fingers clutched his thick thighs as he continued to suck and lick and kiss my clit while he alternated with plunging his tongue into my pussy.

My labored breath turned into a nonexistent wheeze when my core lit up like a volcano that was at its height to burst open and I did burst. I screamed his name as I came for what felt like forever.

“Happy Birthday.” Matty’s eyes washed over me. “You okay?”

“Yes,” I whispered before sweeping his mouth away in a brief, soft kiss while my hand descended lower.

“Sierra,” he warned, biting my lower lip, but satisfaction pooled in my blood when a hiss escaped his lips as I closed my hand around his hard length.

“I want to taste you too, Matty. It’s not fair that only you get to do that,” I whispered, locking eyes with him.

A sharp inhale left his lips, but he nodded.

Something flared in my bones, and I lowered my languid muscles, kissing the path with my lips just the way he did it.