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CHAPTER 36

Matt

T he second Josh and Liv are through the doors, my lips are on Zoey’s. I kiss her as if my life depends on it, giving her everything, every piece of me. She grips the front of my suit with one hand as the other finds the back of my neck, and I walk her backwards until her back is pressed against the wall.

I’m breathless when I pull back. I stare into her eyes, and I know I’m madly in love with her. If everything before tonight didn’t already tell me that I was, I know in this moment, without a doubt, that Zoey Williams is the only woman I want to spend my life with.

“Can we get out of here?” I ask in a whisper, and she nods.

“I just need to tell Maggie and Henry that I’m leaving.”

I nod and kiss her one more time before interlacing our fingers and following her as she leads me back inside and to Henry and Maggie’s table. She kisses them each on the cheek, and I shake their hands before we make our way out of the venue and to my car.

I feel like I’m shaking as I navigate the streets back to my place. It’s taking everything in me to not just blurt the words I love you. I need to tell her how I feel.

We get inside, and Zo makes her way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water before she turns to me. “Are you okay? I know I may have overstepped back there, and I’m sorry if I did, but?—”

“I love you,” I blurt, cutting her off, and she stares at me, mouth open. “You can’t be that shocked, can you?”

She gives her head a little shake and closes her mouth. “No, I guess not, just not what I thought you were going to say.”

I round the kitchen island, needing to be close to her. I need to touch her in some way. Her breathing picks up the closer I get, and I love that just my proximity brings this reaction out of her. I stop when I’m in front of her and cage her in with a hand on the counter on either side of her.

“Zoey, Bug, I’m hopelessly, madly, life-alteringly in love with you.”

“I didn’t overstep?” she whispers.

I shake my head, my hand coming up to cup her cheek. “No, Bug, you stood up for your family. You did what you thought you needed to do to protect us. I’ll never fault you for that.”

She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. “I love you, too,” she whispers. “I love you both. In a way that I don’t know how I’d live if anything happened to either of you, a scares me shitless kind of love.”

I grin so wide my cheeks hurt. “Good.”

She chuckles. “Good?”

“Yeah, good, because then when I ask you to move in, I know you might say yes.”

She stares up at me, shock evident on her face. “You’re asking me to move in?”

I nod. “Do you really think I picked this house without thinking of you moving in? This kitchen is because you said you wanted one that had plenty of storage. You said you wanted a dining room large enough to host your family and a large walk-in closet you could try to fill.” I lean down and kiss her. “All the bedrooms is because I want us to fill them.”

A stray tear falls down her cheek. “That was weeks ago,” she whispers.

“Zoey, when I said I was in this with you, I meant it. I want it all with you. I want you to move in, make this place yours, ours. One day, I’ll get down on one knee and ask you to marry me. We’ll get married, and then I want to fill this house with kids.” My hand finds her stomach, flattening over it. “I can’t wait to watch you grow our kids. Please tell me you want all of that.”

She nods so vigorously I’m not sure how it doesn’t hurt her neck. “All of it. I want all of it, Matt. I want the house, the marriage, the babies, with you. Only you.”

I kiss her, slowly this time. I have the whole night, hell, the rest of my life to devour her. Right now, I want to take my time, to show her how much she means to me. My lips move across her jaw and down her neck.

“You look absolutely amazing in this dress,” I say as my hand finds the slit and makes its way up her leg. “When I first saw you tonight, I thought about how good it’s going to look on the floor of my bedroom.”

Her head falls back as she grants me better access to her neck and chest. My lips continue to move across her soft skin.

“Why don’t we go see if you’re right,” she says as I nip at her shoulder.

“I think we should start right here,” I say against her skin as my hands grip the fabric of her dress and slowly bring it up her legs. “I think I want to taste you right here on the kitchen island where you’re supposed to eat meals.”

Her hands find the counter, and she pushes herself up onto it and spreads her legs. “Eat me then, Matthew. Devour me like I’m your favourite fucking meal.”

“Gladly,” I say as I push her dress up enough to show me the black lace panties waiting underneath. My finger hooks under the fabric between her legs and pulls it to the side before my fingers slide into her. “So wet for me.”

She kisses me as her hips roll into my hand. “Now put your mouth where it’s supposed to be,” she says as she breaks the kiss, and I grin as I lean down and run my tongue through her wetness. She falls back on her elbows as she watches me.

I do exactly as I’m told and devour her. I bring her to the edge until she’s trembling beneath me and pull back, allowing her orgasm to fade before I have her chasing her release again. When I go to bring her back from the edge, her hand comes to my head, and she grips my hair painfully tight as she holds my head still. The fact that she knows exactly what she wants and is willing to take it from me is such a turn on. Everything Zoey does is such a fucking turn on. I’ll never get enough of her.

I bring her over the edge, loving the way she calls my name over and over as the orgasm ripples through her. It’s so strong she can’t hold herself up and more as she falls back against the island. Pride washes through me that I just made her do that.

I don’t even let her catch her breath before I’m dragging her across the counter until her feet are on the ground and I can throw her over my shoulder. I quickly make my way up the stairs, pulling her heels off and dropping them beside the bedroom door then placing her beside the bed. The second her feet touch the floor, she’s kissing me. My hand finds the back of her dress, and I pull down the zipper, allowing the dress to pool at her feet. I undo the clip that’s been holding her hair and toss it to the side.

She steps out of the dress, kicking it to the side, and I take a step back, taking in every inch of her. Her skin is flush and looks amazing against the black of her matching bra and panties. Her lips are swollen from our kiss as a mischievous grin spreads across them.

“What are you thinking, Bug?’

“I’m remembering standing here while you crawled to me.”

I bite my lip, getting harder in my dress slacks. Zoey is the only woman I will ever crawl for, and if she wants me to do it again, I will.

“Are you asking me to crawl for you again?”

She nods, her pupils dilating even more, if that’s possible. “I want you do it naked, though.”

I loosen my tie and pull it over my head, tossing it across the room before slowly undoing the buttons of my shirt then pulling it off and dropping it. I pull my socks off and take my time undoing my belt and my dress slacks before shoving them down my legs with my boxer briefs, my erection popping free, and kicking them to the side.

Standing in front of her fully naked, I drop to my knees and then my hands and slowly make my way towards her. I let her enjoy every second of it.

“You look so fucking gorgeous, baby,” I say.

“You’ve never looked hotter than you do right now, crawling to me like a good boy.”

God, this woman is only making me harder.

“What else would make me your good boy?” I ask, and her chest rises and falls faster.

“Take my panties off,” she commands, and I do it without hesitation, helping her step out of them. “Now my bra.” I stand and do as I’m told. “Now, do you want to watch me ride your cock or do you want me on all fours as you fuck me from behind?”

If I haven’t said it before, Zoey is a dream come true.

“I want to watch you ride me.”

She smirks. “Then be my good boy and get on the bed.”

I do, reaching beside the bed to grab a condom, ripping open the package and rolling it down my cock.

The second it’s on, she throws her leg over me and positions herself, running the tip of my cock through her wetness. “You look so good like this, at my mercy.”

“Only for you,” I say as she slowly sinks down on me, taking me inch by inch until I’m fully inside her.

She rolls her hips, and I moan. “Damn right, only for me.” She falls forward, and her nails dig into my chest as though she’s trying to leave some physical mark as to her claim on me. I’d tattoo Property of Zoey on myself if that would make her happy, because every piece of me belongs to her.

She rides me slowly, enjoying the feeling of me stretching her as my thumb finds her clit. Her head drops forward. “Fuck, Matthew, you fill me so well.”

I lean up and kiss her. “You were fucking made for me, baby. I want to feel you come. Ride me the way I know you want to, take everything, it’s yours.”

She kisses me fervently as she increases the speed. She pulls back as she leans back on my legs, and my eyes move to watch how good her pussy looks filled with me.

“Like what you see?” she asks.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Slap my clit,” she tells me, and my eyes find hers as she bites her lip. When I don’t do it right away, she tells me again, and this time I do and she clenches around me as a low moan leaves her. “Again,” she pants, and I listen. She clenches again, and I watch as the muscles in her legs tighten. Fuck she’s close.

I reach up and grab her jaw, pulling her forward, and she comes with me willingly until her lips meet mine. We fight for control, tongues and teeth clashing as we both chase our release. I hold back, needing her to come, needing for her to feel that release before me. When she clenches around me one final time as her fingers dig into my skin, I finally give in to my release, moaning as I empty myself into the condom. I don’t stop kissing her until we’ve both finished and we’re panting for breath.

She rolls off me, panting as she stares up at the ceiling. I roll and face her, placing gentle kisses on her arm and shoulder, and she turns her head to look at me, a soft smile on her face. I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and smile at her as I whisper, “You’re my dream girl.”

Her smile brightens, and she rolls to face me. “You’re my dream guy.”

I didn’t think my grin could get any bigger, but it does. “Move in,” I say.

“Is that a demand?” she asks playfully.

I shake my head. “A plea. Move in with me, please.”

She nods and kisses me. “I’ll move in. I’m giving you fair warning, though, you may lose your closet.”

I laugh. “It’s all yours, baby.” I kiss her, and I’m already hard again. “Can I take you on all fours now?” I ask between kisses.

She doesn’t answer, merely breaks the kiss and rolls onto her stomach and slowly lifts herself. I don’t waste any time grabbing another condom and positioning myself behind her. I don’t go slow or soft with her. I grip her hips so tightly she’ll have bruises, and I fuck her. I fuck her in a way that will leave her knowing she’s mine. That even though I will crawl for her and do whatever she asks and be her good boy, she’s fucking mine.

She holds her hands flat against the headboard to prevent her body from moving any further up the bed as my hips relentlessly pound into her. She moans loudly, muttered fucks often following them. I spank her, and she clenches around me.

“Yes,” she moans. “Be a good boy and show me who I belong to.”

I reach forward, my hand finding the front of her throat, and pull her back against my chest as my left hand finds her clit.

“You like giving orders,” I say and nip at her neck. “But you also like knowing you’re mine. You want me to fucking claim you, don’t you?”

She nods, and I pinch her clit.

“I want words, Zo.”

“Yes, claim me.”

“I’ll be your good boy, but you’re mine, Zoey. Body, mind, and soul, you’re mine.”

Her arms reach back and wrap around my neck. “Yes, Matthew, I’m yours. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

My hand comes down on her clit, and she moans. I kiss her as my hips continue pistoning into her. “Fuck, I love you,” I mutter against her lips, and she smiles, but I kiss her again.

“I love you,” she mutters as she breaks for air.

We shatter together, and I hold on to her tightly, loving having her pressed against me. I place gentle kisses on her lips and she smiles softly.

“I’m yours,” she whispers, as if she knows I need to hear those words when we’re not in the height of fucking.

I tuck her hair behind her ear and whisper, “And I’m yours.”

She falls forward, and I carry her to the bathroom. She does her business while I turn the shower on and then she follows me in. I wrap my arms around her, just holding her as the warm water washes over us. My mind goes over the evening's event, and as I remember how possessive Zoey was, claiming Jayden and not taking any of Hazel’s shit, I grin.

She looks up and me and asks, “Why are you grinning?”

“Because I love feisty and possessive Zoey.”

“God, I really let the heat of the moment take over.” She shakes her head and closes her eyes.

I kiss her temple. “I love that you felt that strongly about Jayden and me. Family isn’t always blood, and you’re Jayden’s family. You’re my family.”

She turns in my arms and cups my face. “You’re my family. I love you both more than life itself.”

I turn and kiss her palm. “I hope you know I feel the same.”

She nods, and I kiss her softly before we help each other clean up and climb into bed with her wrapped in my arms. When she starts snoring, I smile to myself, knowing I’m committed to a lifetime of listening to her snore.