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CHAPTER 28

Matt

I drop Jayden off with my mom Saturday morning. She wanted to take both Jayden and Cate for the weekend. She loves being a grandma and having both Dad and Gi at home means it’s been pretty easy for her to handle them both. I’m never going to complain if Mom wants to take Jayden. It gives me time to feel a little more human and hopefully get some one-on-one time with Zoey.

I texted her last night asking if I could pick her up this morning. She’s waiting outside when I pull up to the house. I get out and meet her at the front of the car, kissing her before I open the passenger door for her. I got to see her for a brief time on Monday and Wednesday morning, but she couldn’t stay late because she had promised to help Maggie with the gala, so I reluctantly had to drop her off right after breakfast. I never realized how much I could miss a person until Zoey. Of course, I missed Gianna when she went to school in California, but that was different in a way. I love my sisters, but I don’t need to spend every day with them. With Zoey, I want to spend all my free time with her. Even if we’re doing meaningless tasks, I want to be in the same room as her.

She’s so enthralled with the story she’s telling me she doesn’t even notice I’m driving us into Caleb’s neighbourhood. I pull into the driveway of the house and turn the car off, and she finally notices where we are.

“Where are we?” she asks, confused.

“Come with me,” I say and get out of the car.

She meets me at the front, and I take her hand, walking up to the house. I fish a key out of my front pocket and unlock the front door. Zoey doesn’t say anything as I lead her inside. I take her straight to the kitchen and watch as her eyes widen and she spins in a small circle in the middle of the open space.

“Whose is this?” she asks.

“Mine.”

She stops and stares at me. “What do you mean it’s yours?”

“I mean, I came to an open house a couple weeks ago with the guys, put in an offer the same day, and the sellers accepted. They were trying to sell so they could move to the interior of BC. They wanted to be there before Christmas, so we were able to do a quick closing, and as of 5 p.m. last night, this place is mine.”

“It’s gorgeous.”

I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her, resting my chin on top of her head as she leans into me. I point towards the dining room. “There’s enough space in there for a large table to host big group dinners. The kitchen has tons of space. There’s a walk-in pantry beside the fridge.” I turn us to face the living room. “There’s a nice office space through that door and the fireplace has been serviced and is good to go.” I grab her hand and lead her up the stairs to the open space that overlooks the backyard. “This is a great place for toys, and I could build a play set for Jayden in the backyard.” I excitedly take her through the rooms, pointing things out to her, ending in the master bedroom. I had a new bed delivered and set up early this morning, and it sits in the middle of the room. They were nice enough to put the new bedding I bought from them on it, too.

“I wanted you to be the first person I showed this place to,” I say.

She turns and faces me. “It’s amazing. There’s so much space and the backyard is amazing for Jayden. It must be nice for you to know you’ll get your room back, too. I know you love Jayden, but having him in your room must not be the greatest.”

I pull her into me. “It will be nice.”

Her arms wrap around my neck. “I see you were very proactive about getting a bed set up in here.”

I grin. “I wanted an upgrade. You should feel it, it’s gonna be the best sleep of your life.”

She raises a brow. “Of my life?”

“Oh, Bug, you’ve got to know I plan to have you spending many nights in that bed.”

Her fingers play with the hair at the base of my skull as her eyes take on a mischievous glint. “And how exactly do you see me spending my nights in that bed?” She smirks, and it goes right to my cock.

“I was thinking some nights would be my head between your thighs, some would be you riding my cock, definitely have to have you on all fours as I fuck you from behind.”

She pretends to ponder that for a second, with her finger on her chin. “I don’t know, do you think you’ve earned all of that?”

I stare at her, my expression a mix of serious and playful. “And how do I earn that?” I release my hold on her and take several steps back, giving her plenty of space. “Tell me what you want, Zo. Tell me what you need. Do I need to drop to my knees to earn just a little taste of you?”

Her skin is flushed now, and her breathing has quickened. I’m hard as a rock thinking about where this could go. I’ve never been submissive in any way in the bedroom. Giving up control means handing someone complete trust, and you can’t do that in one-night stands. I wholeheartedly trust Zoey, and I know she understands that when I drop to my knees and her eyes widen as her pupils dilate.

“Should I crawl to you and beg for a taste of your pussy?”

She visibly swallows, and I take pleasure in her nod. I drop to my hands and slowly crawl across the floor. Her breathing accelerates the closer I get.

When I stop in front of her, I slowly drag my hands up the outside of her legs.

“Zoey, I want you. I need you.”

She bites her bottom lip, and I continue to slowly drag my hands up her legs.

“I want to peel these jeans off you and see what pretty pair of panties you have waiting for me before I help you out of those and taste your perfect cunt.”

Her head falls back as a small moan leaves her. When she looks back down at me, my eyes are waiting for hers. My fingers move to the button of her jeans, and I wait for an answer. She nods, and I slip the button through the hole and pull the zipper down, taking my time as the sound of the zipper opening fills the room. My heart rate and breathing increases as I slowly pull her jeans down. I savour each inch of skin I expose, inhaling sharply when I see the deep-red lace panties she’s wearing. I’ve seen Zoey in bikinis before, but this is much different. I’m the one who gets the pleasure of revealing all her skin. I’m the one who’s going to get to taste what she’s got underneath these sexy-as-sin panties.

I lean forward and place gentle kisses on her thighs. When I’ve got her jeans to her ankles, I help her lift each foot and gently slide them off. I sit back on my heels, my eyes raking up her legs slowly and up to her face, taking her in. She’s fucking gorgeous standing in front of me in a T-shirt and lace panties. Holding eye contact, she slowly pulls her shirt over her head, revealing the matching bra that’s holding her gorgeous tits. I lick my lips. This woman has me absolutely ravenous.

I reach for the waist band of her panties and ask, “May I?”

Her responding, “Yes,” is breathy and such a turn on.

I pull them down her legs, helping her step out of them before encouraging her to spread her legs for me, and she does. I grab her right foot and place my lips on her ankle, taking my time as I drag them up her leg and watch goosebumps erupt over her flesh. When I drag my lips across her hips, a whispered, “Oh, God,” escapes her.

I grin up at her. “Are you wet for me, Bug? When my fingers play with your pretty little cunt, will they find you weeping for me?”

“Yes.”

“Have I finally earned the right to taste and fuck you?”

“Yes, please, yes. Please, Matthew.”

I groan at her use of my full name. My fingers find her centre, and she’s fucking soaked. I push two fingers inside, and her pussy willingly accepts every inch of them. I crook them towards her G-spot, and she drops her head back as her hips buck.

“Fuck,” she moans.

“Do you like that, Zo? Do you like it when I finger-fuck this perfect pussy?”

“Yes,” she moans.

I pull my fingers out, and now she’s moaning, “No,” as her head comes forward and she looks at me. I stick my fingers in my mouth, making a show of how much I’m enjoying having her taste on my tongue.

“You taste like the perfect mix of heaven and sin, and I could die a happy man with your taste on my tongue.” I lean forward, looking up at her. “But now I’m going to taste you direct from the source.”

My tongue slowly tastes her, and the groan that leaves me is feral. She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. As my tongue works faster, her legs begin to quiver. I suck her clit into my mouth, and her hand finds my hair, holding it tight. I don’t mind the little bit of pain it causes; it only goes to show how much she’s enjoying my face between her legs.

My fingers join in, and she leans back, bracing herself on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t you fucking come, Zoey. Don’t you dare fucking come. When I finally get you to shatter, it will be with me balls deep inside you.”

She shakes her head, her grip on my hair tightening. “Matt, I need to come. I’m gonna come.”

I slow my fingers inside her. “Should I stop?”

“No, please no.” She’s panting as her hips buck, trying to get more from my fingers.

“Are you going to be my good girl and not come?”

She looks down at me with the most desperate look I’ve ever seen. “Matthew,” she whines. “I want to come. I need to come.”

I remove my fingers, and she whines as I suck them off and stand. I reach behind her and deftly undo her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Cupping her breasts, I run my thumbs over her hardened nipples. “You have the most perfect tits.”

She bites her bottom lip as she tips her head back and leans against the bed more. I lean down and wrap my lips around her nipple, using my tongue to flick over it before sucking on it.

“Ahhh, Matt.”

I grin against her skin before moving to her other nipple, doing the same. She’s perfectly on edge, her legs can barely hold her up anymore.

“On the bed,” I demand, and she quickly scrambles onto it. She watches as I slowly remove my shirt and then my jeans and boxer briefs, grabbing my wallet out of my pocket and retrieving one of the condoms I stashed in there. I hold eye contact with her as I rip it open and slowly roll it down my cock before climbing between her legs. I slowly kiss up her stomach and between her breasts until I’m hovering over her.

“Are you sure?” I ask, and she cups my face.

“Yes. Please, Matthew. Fuck me.”

Reaching between us, I grip my cock and run it between her folds before playing with her clit.

She grips my arm, her nails digging in. “I said fuck me.”

“With pleasure,” I groan as I push inside her. She’s fucking tight, and I dip my head between her neck and shoulder as I wait for her to adjust. “Breathe for me, baby.”

She nods, and I feel her breath against my shoulder. She relaxes, and I push in further.

“You’re doing so well,” I praise, and she relaxes even more. I push the rest of the way in and hold myself up and stare down at her. “Fuck,” is all I manage before my lips are on hers and I’m kissing her. Our tongues fight for control, and I give her more in this kiss than I’ve ever given anyone. If Zoey wanted to destroy me, I’d let her. I’ll let her do whatever the fuck she wants to me as long as she gives me a small slice of herself that only I get to experience.

Her legs come up and wrap around me, and I pull out slowly before thrusting back inside her. She moans into my mouth, and I devour it. I start out slowly, letting her fully adjust to me before I pick up the pace and truly fuck her. She claws at my back the faster I go. She moans, “Yes,” into my mouth, and it only drives me on. I slowly pick up the pace and fuck her harder.

I break the kiss, panting, my lungs burning, and I try to get air, but I can’t stop. I need her to come. I need to watch her fall over the edge all because of me. I feel her tighten around me, and I trap her bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a slight pull before releasing it.

“Come for me, Zo. Come on my cock.”

That seems to be all she was waiting for, because she explodes around me as her eyes pinch shut, her back arches, and her nails dig into my biceps. She’s fucking gorgeous when she comes. A true sight to behold.

I do everything I can to draw her orgasm out longer, enjoying watching her give me everything. It’s not until she’s spent that I give myself permission to finish. A few long thrusts and I’m emptying myself into the condom.

I hold myself over her as I try to ingrain every part of this image in my mind forever.

I roll off her and pull her with me, kissing her softly. I tuck some of her now sweaty hair behind her ear, and I can’t wipe my grin away as I stare at her.

“That was amazing,” I say.

She nods against my shoulder. “That it was.”

“Stay with me here tonight.”

She lifts her head and looks at me. “Here?”

I nod. “I want you here for the first night I spend in this house.”

“What about clothes?”

“I have a bag in the car.”

“Food? Entertainment?”

“Take-out.” I roll her so she’s on her back again, and she giggles. It’s one of my favourite sounds. I kiss her cheek and down her neck. “And I think you’re all I need to keep myself entertained.”

She moans softly. “As much as that sounds fun, I’m not letting you completely destroy my pussy by fucking me all day and night.”

“I can always eat it, too.” I chuckle against her skin.

“You’re good at that.”

“We can find multiplayer games on our phones, or we can start a fire and bring blankets down and talk. We can find plenty that’s not me fucking your brains out to keep us entertained.” I nip her shoulder.

“Okay.”

I climb off the bed and find the bag they left when they delivered the bed and pull out the towels I ordered. “How about a bath?”

Zoey pushes up and looks at me, raising a brow. When she spots the towels, she’s clambering off the bed and into the en suite washroom, and I chuckle when I hear the water turn on. I follow her, and when the tub is full, I step into the water, helping her in next and pulling her against my chest.

She closes her eyes as I gently run the backs of my fingers up and down her arm and kiss her temple. She eventually falls asleep in my arms, and I just hold her, even after I’m pruney and the water goes cold. I let my mind wander to what we could make this house look like. How we could spend many more mornings or nights in this bath together, maybe with scented candles, bubbles, and the lights off. How she could leave her mark in every room in this house and how happy that would make me.

When her stomach grumbles, I slowly wake her up.

“Bug,” I whisper as I kiss her temple. She stirs a little, but nothing, and I chuckle. “Bug,” I say again, a little louder.

“Cold,” she moans.

I laugh. “That’s because the bath has gone cold.

Her eyes flutter open and widen when she looks down and sees we’re still in the tub. She drops her head back and groans. “I fell asleep in the tub. You must be so uncomfortable.”

I wrap my arms around her. “I’m fine. Your stomach grumbled, so I’m guessing you’re hungry. I didn’t bring my phone in here, so if we want to order food, we’ll have to get out.”

She nods and lets out a breath before using the edge of the tub to push herself up and grabbing a towel to wrap around herself. I do the same and pull the plug.

I unlock my phone and hand it to her. “Why don’t you order us something while I go and grab those clothes out of my car.”

She nods, and I kiss her nose before heading to the car.