Page 20 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

I strummed the guitar hard and fast. “This is me…letting all the sentimental shit gooo…”

Tank snorted, and Gonzo busted out laughing, even falling to the floor.

Wolf interrupted the fun. “Alright, guys. I agree with Finn. So? Better hook?”

“Play it again and let me think…” As the music played, I listened and imagined it with more power, faster licks.

“I like theChasing dreams can be lonely fuelline. Let’s play with that. Like…Chasing dreams. Lonely fuel.” I sang the words with a punch.

“Yeah!” Finn pumped his hand in the air.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket, and I pulled it out to look at the text from Matty.

Oh lord. A bored Matty was a dangerous thing.

I hoped that would work. I tucked my phone away and got back to the song.

Finn played through the first bit with a different emphasis, making it more powerful and raw. I jotted down a vastly changed chorus. “Okay, play that again.” I rolled my hand and sang the changed lyrics this time.

Chasing Dreams. Lonely Fuel.

Spinning wheels. Racing fool.

Hide your scars. Run so free.

Chasing Dreams. Leaving me.

“Fuck yeah!” Gonzo jumped up and slapped my back. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

“Finn?” His face was scrunched up.

“Eh. It’s better. I love it.” He smiled brightly.

“Asshole.”

“But now what are we going to do with the verses?”

Another buzzing from my pocket. “Fuck. Hang on.”

The guys snickered, and I heard one of them whisper Matty’s name. They weren’t wrong.

His text was accompanied by a picture of him, naked and sprawled out on the bed. What a luscious body. He was distracting. I didn’t text back. That would only encourage him. Instead, I tucked my phone away and got back to work, ignoring the next few buzzes.

“Damn, Drake. Just answer it.” Finn bumped into my shoulder and took the paper I’d been writing on out of my hands. “Let me play with this a minute.”

The series of texts from Matty were increasingly dirty. Him jacking off. Him in dance poses—still naked. Then a video. I shouldn’t look but couldn’t resist. It was a very naked Matty dancing through the house. He leaned over the counter of one of the islands, kicking his feet in the air. He must have had the phone set up on the other one to catch the performance. Well. It was a damn shame he couldn’t dance ballet anymore. These moves were easy enough; the harder ones with jumps and the giant leaps were the ones he couldn’t do. His knee wouldn’t hold. But he had the perfect body for it. Long, lean. Plump ass.

“Do I want to know what put that smile on your face?” Finn smirked at me, cheeky bastard.

I grunted and put the phone away. “Where were we?”

Tank snorted again, so I flipped him off.

“Can we get back to it?” I took the paper from Finn, looking at his changes. “This could work.”

“Let’s try it from the top.” Finn stuck the first notes on his guitar, and we all joined in.

When we got back to the house, I opened the front door. “Matty!”