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CHAPTER 30

Matt

I manage to convince Zoey to spend the majority of Sunday with me. We lay in bed and talked. We talked about what I’ll do if Hazel does come back looking for Jayden. Zoey watched as I texted Hazel that any communication will need to go through my lawyer and gave her his details. I don’t want to give her an inch and she then takes a mile, and it ends up biting me in the ass down the road. I’m not risking losing my son, not after I just got him. Jayden deserves consistency. He deserves a loving home, and I plan to do everything in my power to give that to him.

I day dream with Zoey. I tell her about how I want to fill the house with happy kids and hear laughter and running feet; how I want to see a big Christmas tree beside the fireplace and stockings hung. I don’t expressly tell her that I’m thinking about all of that with her, but I hope she knows she’s the only person I could think about any of that with. Lying in bed with her on my chest as I run my fingers through her hair feels right. It feels natural. Having her this close brings an overwhelming sense of calm to me. I spend every day worried about Jayden and whether I’m doing right by him. Am I raising him correctly? Am I giving him everything he needs? Those thoughts don’t just magically disappear when I’m near her, but they don’t feel like this weight that’s going to crush me if I move the wrong way.

After dropping Zoey off at home, I head to my parents’ to pick up Jayden. I tell them about the house I bought and that I’m moving in as soon as possible. When we were doing the open houses, the guys offered to help move when it came to that. I’ve been packing slowly since the open houses, putting everything I don’t need in boxes. I’ve got a good amount done, and the guys are coming over on Wednesday night to move the furniture. Mom, Dad, and Gi say they’ll come help as well, and I leave knowing I have a plan to get all of this done.

Jayden is beat by the time we get home. I’m sure Mom and Gi played with him like crazy, and having Cate there all weekend means he had a play buddy. I put him down and decide to pack a few more boxes. I grab my phone, stick a headphone in, and smile as I pull up Zoey’s number. She picks up on the second ring.

“Hi.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Hi.”

We both let silence fill the line, like just knowing the other person is on the other end of it is comforting.

“How’s my boy?” she asks, and I grin.

“Oh, I’m just fine.”

“Haha, you know who I’m talking about.”

I do, and I love that she just called him her boy. The bond those two have amazes me every day. Jayden’s favourite toy is the blue stuffed elephant Zoey got him. He swings it from its ear or trunk when he’s happy, and I constantly find the thing in his mouth.

“He’s beat. He had plenty of fun with his cousin, his Aunt Gi, and Grandma and Grampa. I put him down as soon as we got home. What are you up to now?”

I hear shuffling through the line. “I’m in bed reading. You?”

Images of Zoey lying in bed in sexy pyjamas immediately fill my mind. “I’m packing, but I think the most important question is, what are you wearing?”

She laughs, and the sound fills me with joy. “How about you pack and after each finished box I’ll describe something to you, and when you get five done, I just may let you listen to me as I play with my pussy and moan your name as I come.”

I groan and brace myself on the counter. “You like to torture me, don’t you, Bug?”

“I do, but know it’s so much better when I get to do it in person and watch just how needy you get.”

“I’ll always need you,” I say without thinking. Not wanting to freak her out, I move on. “So, I just have to pack a box and you’ll describe in detail for me what you’re wearing?”

“Uhuh.”

I quickly move around the kitchen, packing foods I know I won’t use in the next couple of days, and as soon as it’s done, I say. “First box, done.”

“Good boy,” she purrs, and fuck, it goes straight to my cock. I’ve never enjoyed being called that. It always sounded too much like what you say to dogs. But coming from Zoey’s mouth, it turns me on. “I’m wearing a red silk two-piece set. There’s lace along the bottom hem of my shorts.”

I wait, listening for more details and when nothing comes, I work on the next box, talking to her about random things and trying to keep myself sane. I tell her when the second box is done, and she praises me again.

“When I stand, these shorts barely cover my ass. If I were to bend over, you’d catch a glimpse of it.”

“Fuck,” I groan, and I swear I hear a slight chuckle from her.

I look at my cabinets and figure I have enough for probably one more box and start tossing it all in a box, barely paying attention to how it goes in. I have to stop myself from shouting “done” when I finish.

“The tank top dusts against my lower stomach, showing you a sliver of skin between its hem and my shorts.”

I can picture her lying in bed as she lazily drags her finger over that exposed area, and dammit, I wish that was my finger, or better yet, my tongue.

I move into the living room and start throwing my movies and video games into a box, nothing organized and just haphazardly thrown in.

“The tank top is silk, but it’s lace around my breasts. Only my nipples are covered by a tiny triangle of silk.”

“Woman, you’re killing me.”

“One more box, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

Standing in the centre of my living room, I try to figure out what to pack next, and my eyes catch on the throw blankets I’ve grabbed over time for Zoey. Those will easily and quickly fill a box. I throw them in and plop myself on the couch.

“You really are a needy boy, aren’t you, Matthew?”

“Fuck yes, Zoey. I need to hear you.”

“I think you’re missing something,” she purrs.

“Please, Zoey. Please let me hear you come.” I sound like a desperate fool, but I am, and I don’t care if she knows it.

“Good boy. I’m taking my pyjamas off now and grabbing one of my trusted little helpers out of my drawer.”

I moan.

“What would you to do to me if you were here, Matthew?”

That’s a very easy question to answer. “I’d spread your legs nice and wide to get a look at your perfect pussy. Would I find you wet for me, Zo?”

“Soaked.”

“I’d slowly fill you with two fingers as I watch your face. I love the look on your face when I fill you.”

“Mmhmmm.”

“I’d suck on your clit until your hand is in my hair.” I’m as hard as a rock. I push my sweats and boxer briefs down and grip my cock, giving it a long stroke. “What are you doing right now, Zo?”

“I have two fingers in my pussy. I’m imaging they’re yours. And a clit sucker on my clit, imagining it’s your mouth.”

“Is that how you’d want to come? Do you want to drown me in your cum?”

“Yes,” she moans, and my hand picks up speed.

“Do you think I could get you to squirt all over my mouth? Would you make a mess for me to clean up?”

“Matt.”

“Play with your nipples, baby. I want to hear you come.”

“What are you doing, Matt? Tell me.”

“My hand’s around my cock, but it’s no substitute for your perfect pussy.”

She moans, and I move my hand quicker.

“ Fuck , I can’t wait to get my hands on you again. I want nothing more than to keep you tied to my bed until I’ve had my fill of you.”

“I think I’ll be the one doing the tying up.”

Everything Zoey says turns me on. This woman has me wrapped around her little finger, and I’m not even mad about it. If she says jump, I’ll ask how high.

“You can do whatever you want to me, Zoey, as long as I get to watch you come.”

“I’m close, Matt. I’m so close.”

“Come for me, baby.”

I hear her shatter through the phone, my name on her lips, and it sends me over the edge. As I gather myself, I listen to her breathing return to normal and her satisfied hum.

“I miss you,” I admit, and she chuckles.

“You saw me this morning.”

“I know. I still miss you.” I don’t know why. I should be able to go a day without seeing her and be okay, but I’m not. I wish I could drive over there right now and slide into bed with her and pull her to my chest. I want to bury my nose in her hair as I fall asleep.

Her pause has me on the cusp of freaking out that I’ve just gone and put my foot in my mouth and screwed this all up, but she eventually whispers, “I miss you, too.”

“I’ll see you in the morning, though,” I say, more as a reassurance to myself than anything.

“Bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

It’s my turn to laugh, because that’s the exact opposite of what she’ll be. “No, you won’t, but that’s okay because it’s you. I should let you get some sleep. Sleep well, Bug.”

“Sleep well, Matt.”

I keep my headphone in, waiting to hear the click of the call ending, and smile when I realize just how long it takes her to actually end the call.

I head into the washroom and clean myself up before climbing into bed, looking forward to getting to see Zoey first thing in the morning.