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CHAPTER 29

Zoey

I cross my legs as I sit on the edge of the bed and order us some comfort food. I don’t want anything too fancy right now, and quite frankly I’m still waking up from that extremely relaxing nap I had in the tub with Matt. I can’t believe he let me fall asleep and stayed in there with me. By the time he finally woke me up, the water was freezing and my hands and feet were pruney beyond belief.

I let the app auto pick the address based on GPS and hope it’s right. Just as I’m about to lock the phone and put it aside, a text comes through.

Hazel - Raincity Pub

How’s my baby boy doing?

I stare at the message, not sure what the hell I’m supposed to do. I know I’m not supposed to respond, but every part of me wants to delete the message and pretend it never came through. The last thing I want is this woman to come back to town and try to take Jayden away from Matt, or even try to take Matt from me. She’s the mother of his son. I know Matt was never in an actual relationship with her because he’s never done the monogamous thing before, but would he try because she’s the mother of his son?

I hear Matt jog up the stairs, and when he stops at the end of the bed and sees me, his grin drops.

“What’s wrong?”

I clutch his phone tight in my hands. “Please don’t be mad.”

He drops the bag on the end of the bed and climbs on beside me. “Bug, what’s up?”

I take a deep breath. I’ve never been one to back down, and I’m not going to now. Even if the answer hurts me. “When I finished ordering food, a text came through. It was Hazel asking how her baby boy was doing, and assuming you aren’t into that kink”—I force a laugh—“I assume she means Jayden, and I wanted to delete the message. I didn’t, it’s still there, but I got angry and insecure and wanted you to not see it.” I turn and face him more fully. “I don’t want her to take Jayden from you, and I don’t want her to take you from me. I only just got you, and you just got your son, and you love him so much, and you’re such a good dad.”

Matt’s grinning at me like a fool while I’m over here having a mini freakout in nothing but a towel on his brand-new bed.

I give his arm a shove. “Why are you grinning at me like that?”

“Only just got me?”

I scoff. “That’s what you pulled from that?”

He shrugs. “Right now, that’s the only important thing I caught.”

“What about her trying to take Jayden from you?”

He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and strokes my cheek. “Bug, when she first dropped Jayden off, I made sure I got certified copies of her signing her rights away. The courts don’t typically terminate parental rights in Canada, but I made sure there’s a copy with a lawyer, with my parents, with Josh and Liv, with Caleb, with Grayson, and I have one. The original is in a safe deposit box. I wasn’t risking her trying to take him away. I will fight her tooth and nail if she tries anything. But I love that you’re so worried about that. I love that you care so much about Jayden.”

“I love him,” I whisper, and he kisses me softly.

“I know. And you’re not losing me either.”

I look up at him through my lashes.

“Zoey, you have me completely.”

I hug him, and we fall back onto the bed. My stomach makes noise again.

Matt laughs. “My girl is hungry.”

“Food’s on the way.”

He goes to roll away, and I tighten my hold on him. “Hold me for a bit longer,” I beg, and his arm is immediately back around me and he kisses my forehead.

When the doorbell rings, I finally release him, and he slides off the bed, dropping his towel. I stare as he pulls on a pair of shorts, and he just shakes his head at me before jogging down the stairs. I grab a set of clothes out of the bag, loving how they smell like him and are so baggy on me. I meet him downstairs with the blankets from the bed, and we move in front of the fireplace. The sellers must have left their leftover wood, because there’s a nice stack beside the fireplace that Matt uses to start a fire.

When he’s done, I open the food and hand him his burger and take my chicken strips and we watch the fire crackle. When we finish, I stare at him, a fantasy filling my mind as the firelight flickers across his face. I crawl towards him, and desire fills his gaze.

“Ever fucked in front of the fire?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“So, what do you say to me riding your cock right here?”

“Fuck yes,” he moans.

I grin at him. “But first I’m going to ride your face.”

I don’t even have all my words out before he’s ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. The second I’m close enough, his hand comes to the back of my head, and he fists my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. Kissing Matt is like fireworks every time. The second his lips find mine, my entire body lights up. Every sense is heightened, and I feel like I may just explode. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced before.

I straddle his lap, and he pulls my shirt over my head. I never put my bra back on after the bath, and he takes full advantage, his mouth wrapping around a nipple and pulling it with his teeth. I fall back, propping myself up with hands on his legs as I shove my chest into his face more. His hand comes up to my other breast, and he rolls and pulls my nipple. He’s doing exactly what I want without me having to tell him a thing.

I grind my hips against him and moan as I feel how hard he is. I shuffle back, forcing him to release my breast, and shove my sweats down. He takes my cue and pushes his shorts down. He pops free, and I practically salivate at the sight of him. I didn’t really get to take in how big he truly is earlier. It hit me like a ton of bricks when he stretched my pussy, though.

“Zo, baby, you can’t stare at it like that and not do anything.”

I grab hold of him and bring my mouth close to the tip, breathing over it lightly, enjoying the way it makes him shiver. I smirk at him and flatten my tongue as I lick him from base to tip, trying to wrap my head around how I’m supposed to fit this whole thing in my mouth. I tease the tip before wrapping my lips around him and slowly taking more of him. He gathers my hair into a ponytail, and I look up at him.

“You’re doing so well, baby.”

His praise only pushes me to try to take more. Tears gather at the corners of my eyes, and he wipes them away. “Relax your throat for me. You’ve got this.”

I do as he says, and I fit more of him in my mouth.

“You look so good with your mouth full of my cock. So pretty crying as you take me.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my pussy pulses. I need something. My hand snakes between my legs, and my finger finds my clit, causing me to moan around him.

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot right now.” He runs his hand down my back, and I love the feeling of him touching me. “Shuffle over, I want to watch you finger your cunt while you suck my cock.”

I release him from my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin, and shuffle so I’m perpendicular to him then suck on the tip of his cock. He leans back on his hands and groans.

“You’re such a mess right now. You’re dripping down your thighs and drooling all over me.”

I take more of him in my mouth than I have and remember to relax, trying to take all of him. He moans and mutters obscenities, and pride radiates through me. His thighs tense, and he begins to grow in my mouth, and I release him with a pop.

“Should I tell you not to come, like you did to me earlier?”

He’s lying flat on the ground now, shaking his head. “No, make me come, Zo.”

I give him a couple of pumps. “But won’t the orgasm be so much better if my pussy is wrapped around your cock?”

“God, yes, but I just want to come.”

I release him and shuffle closer to his head. “If you want to come, you’re gonna eat.”

“You’re a fucking dream, Zo. Give me that pussy.”

I straddle his face and lower myself until his tongue dips inside me, and I moan. Dropping forward, I grip his cock again and lick him, taking my time before taking him as deep in my mouth as I can and sucking. He bucks, and his grip on my hips tightens. I do it again and take great joy in his response.

“You don’t come until I do,” I tell him, and his fingers immediately join his efforts. It’s a lot of work trying not to lose myself completely in the pleasure he’s bringing me right now and remember to actually get him off. I feel my orgasm building. I’m close. Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, I release him from my mouth, and tremors rack my body. When the orgasm subsides, I take him again, rolling his balls, and he comes, filling my mouth. I swallow everything he gives me.

I roll off him and work to catch my breath. Matt crawls up my body, grinning, and kisses me, neither of us turned off by tasting ourselves. In fact, I think it spurs him on more as his tongues sweeps through my mouth.

He breaks the kiss and hovers over me. “You on birth control?”

I shake my head. “No, it fucks with me too much.”

He nods and pushes up and runs to the stairs so quickly I’m surprised he doesn’t trip. He comes back with a strip of condoms, already tearing one open and rolling it down his already hard cock. He lies back down and motions to me.

“Come ride my cock, baby.”

I scramble towards him, straddling him as I lean down and kiss him. I reach between us and position him at my entrance before I slowly sink down. The stretch isn’t as bad as it was this morning, but he’s still bigger than I’m used to. When I’ve taken all of him, his hands find my hips as I roll mine.

“God damn, you look fucking perfect,” he moans.

I fall forward, my hands landing on his chest as my hair creates a curtain around us. He bends his legs and thrusts up into me.

“ Fuck! ” I moan.

I’m wound tight, but I’m just not getting over the edge. I lean back, holding myself up on his legs.

“Play with my clit, and suck on my tits, Matt.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, ma’am.”

Holy shit, that goes straight to my pussy. I enjoy giving instructions and being in charge, but I’ve never had someone say that to me before, and it does things to me.

“Fuck, you like that, baby. Your pussy just squeezed the hell of out me.” He pulls my nipple between his teeth and increases the pressure on my clit. “Should I call you ma’am more?”

I squeeze him again.

“Will you make a mess of me if I do? Should I beg to come?”

Everything he’s saying is getting me closer and closer.

“Do you like the way I suck your pretty tits, ma’am?”

Dammit, this shouldn’t do it for me.

“Am I filling your pussy just the way you want me to, ma’am?”

I pull his hair, and it only spurs him on.

“Ma’am, I want to fill you with my cum.”

I shatter, coming so hard I can’t hold myself up any longer. Matt wraps his arms around me as he continues to fuck up into me. When the orgasm subsides, he asks, “Can I come, ma’am? Can I please come?”

I nod as another orgasm tears through me, and my vision darkens as little floaties fill it. I feel myself dripping between my thighs and onto him.

“Fuck yes, make a mess of me. You’re so pretty when you come.” He applies more pressure to my clit, extending my orgasm.

I’m out of breath and my mouth is so dry by the time I finally come down.

“Holy shit, you squirted,” Matt exclaims.

“Huh?” My mind has barely returned to me, but after a second, it hits me what he said. “I’ve never done that before.”

He kisses me hungrily. “I’m so fucking glad I’m the one that made you do that. I’m the only one that will make you do that.” There’s a prideful possessiveness to his voice that turns me on. Not one like he owns me, but like he’s proud that I’ve chosen him. That I’ve given him this.

I delicately remove myself from his lap and offer him my hand. “We should shower and grab a towel to clean up this mess,” I say.

We head upstairs, and while I hop in the shower, he goes back downstairs with a towel and brings back our clothes. I kiss him as I exit the shower and he hops in. We don’t have any soap here so it’s more of a rinse off and we’ll have to shower tomorrow when we each get home.

We spend the rest of the day talking and playing games on our phones. We order takeout again for dinner, and when we call it a night, we curl up in his new bed, and I do truly have the best sleep of my life.