38. Goldie

Chapter 38

Goldie

M ATTY’S LIPS CRASH into mine the second we’re in his house, his hands pulling me to him roughly. I go willingly, melting against him like always and eager to see more of what that thirst-trap video promised.

One button is undone on Matty’s shirt before Kitty and Killer make themselves known, the big dog’s head nudging against my leg while Killer yips excitedly at our feet.

“Fucking dogs,” Matty mutters against my mouth.

I laugh. “Says the soft-hearted veterinarian.”

Groaning, he pulls away and looks at them. “Outside.”

But outside isn’t what they want. They circle me, a tangle of legs and lolling tongues as I pet them and coo at them about the days I’ve not seen them. Matty pulls his boots off and hangs his hat, then leans against the door with his arms folded and a look of adoration on his face.

I raise my eyebrows. “See? You’re a softie.”

“Only for you.” He pauses, then smirks. “And not in certain places.”

Heat streaks through me at the way his eyes darken, and I leave the dogs where they are to make my way to him.

“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, pulling me flush against his body and slanting his mouth over mine.

Together, we move to his bedroom, where he presses me to the bedroom door and sinks to his knees. He looks up, his hands on my calves. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever have you in my arms again.”

My heart squeezes. I run my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes, resting his forehead against my stomach. “I think we were inevitable, Matty.”

He takes my shoes off. “Those days without you were torture. You’ve infiltrated me body and soul, Goldie. I don’t ever want to be without you again.”

“I’m yours.” Then I leer at him. “Especially if you can promise me more of those videos.”

He blushes. “Reid could moonlight as a photographer and videographer, I’m telling you.”

“It was Reid?”

“Of course it was.”

“Of course it was,” I repeat, amused.

Matty tugs my skirt down, then laughs. “Are you wearing pajama bottoms under your skirt?”

“I flew out of my house to get to you, Matty. I barely brushed my teeth.”

Growling appreciatively, he pulls the pajama bottoms off and brings his mouth to me, licking slowly up my center.

I gasp, immediately wanting more. But when I try to move us to the bed, Matty holds me in place, spreading me and licking deep, his eyes meeting mine as his lips close around my clit and he sucks.

My knees weaken as he continues, his tongue working wonders on my pussy like always, and my body heats, rushing to the brink faster than ever. “Matthew,” I gasp.

He pushes two fingers inside me in answer, curling them as his mouth, his unbelievable mouth, continues to work me over. His fingers thrust, his tongue swirls, and waves of pleasure wrench their way through me as my hips buck. He takes me through the orgasm, humming against my clit, and when I finally take a breath, he eases back and stands up.

My chest heaves as I exhale. “HolycrapImissedthat.”

He smirks. “ I might have missed it more.” Then he pulls the rest of my clothes off and I peel his off, too.

He spins us, walking me back and shoving me lightly onto the bed. “Tell me something, Miss Dash.” He climbs on, his hair flopping into his eyes.

I raise an eyebrow. “Yes, Mr. Brodigan?”

He stops and wags a finger. “Ah-ah, that’s Doctor Brodigan to you.”

I smile. “Yes, Doctor Brodigan?”

“How would you liked to be fucked?”

I smile so broadly that I swear I sprain my cheek muscles. If that’s even possible. “Deep and hard, Doctor.”

He bends his head down to bite the inside of my thigh, hard enough that I hiss and my leg jerks in surprise. He holds my knee with one palm and looks up, his dark brown eyes hooded. “If you want it deep and hard, Miss Dash, then you need to listen to me.”

I still, my body buzzing with anticipation. “Yes?”

“I want to watch you fuck yourself.”

Heat floods my core as I rise onto my elbows. “Please tell me that means you’re going to get yourself off at the same time.”

His grin is filthy, and he nods slowly as he bites the inside of my other thigh, then swirls his tongue to soothe the mark he leaves behind.

I raise a hand.

“Yes?”

“Will you grab your hat?”

He chuckles darkly. “You and that damn hat.” He licks up my thigh, then places a kiss right above my clit. “Do. Not. Move.”

Not only do I not move, I barely freaking breathe while he’s gone.

He’s back in less than thirty seconds, striding through the bedroom door naked with only the black cowboy hat on.

“God, I love you. How the hell could you think this was boring?” I wave my hand in his direction.

He tips his hat. “We’ve already established that I’m a fool.”

I hum in agreement.

He kneels at the end of the bed. “Now, lean against the headboard, my love. Knees spread. Show me that delicious pussy.”

Warmth suffuses me as I get into position and do as he asks. “Your turn.”

With a devilish grin, he takes his dick in his hand and slowly pumps, his abs and muscular thighs tensing.

Bringing my middle and ring fingers to my mouth, I suck them, then let go with a pop. “Matthew Brodigan, that thick dick is going to be my undoing.” I trail my wet fingers lightly down my body, then push them into my pussy.

“Fuck, yes,” he mutters, his gaze trained on my hand.

I match his rhythm, speeding up as he does. When I bring my other hand to my breast and squeeze it, pinching my nipple and arching my back, he shudders.

“Play with your clit,” he orders, swirling his precum around and down his dick. He grips himself harder, pumping faster.

I match his speed again, only this time it’s on my clit, and I feel myself getting close. “Matty.”

“Just like that, Goldie.” He curses again. “I’m?—”

He starts to come, and I watch greedily, the vision of ecstasy on his face tipping me into my own orgasm.

I cry out, and his eyes snap to mine as we come together. Everything is in his expression: love, lust, wonder, adoration, forever. It’s almost too much, but also, it’s exactly perfect. Emotion rips through me, and I’m up and closing the distance to him before I take another breath, pulling his body to mine, kissing him as though he is the air I need to breathe.

Because he is. His arms wrap tight around me as we kneel on the bed, our bodies pressed to each other, the hat knocked off in the process.

“Matthew,” I gasp, “I need you. All of you. Please.”

“You gotta give me a minute, baby.” He laughs softly against my lips.

I grind against him. “I’m aching, Matthew. Please,” I repeat.

“Fuck, Goldie,” he growls. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Hard and deep,” I say, sucking the skin on his neck. “Hard and so fucking deep.”

He curses again, shoving a hand between us and grabbing me between the legs, his palm pressed against my clit and two thick fingers pushing into me.

“Yes,” I hiss. “More.” He goes harder, understanding what I need implicitly. But I’m out of my mind with it. All this love, all this emotion, it’s so much and it feels like I’m crawling out of my skin. “I need you to come inside me.”

“Babe,” he breathes. “Are you sure?”

I yank the back of his hair, hard . “Matty,” I growl. “I swear to God?—”

He gets it. The next second, he throws me to the mattress and spreads my legs, thrusting into me so hard my head slams into the wooden headboard.

“Fuck yes! ” I yell.

He grunts in response, burying himself to the hilt as my head hits the headboard and the headboard smacks the wall. It’s fucking everything. And I need it again.

He cradles my head for the third and fourth and however many times he slams into me. This is possession. This is instinct. And as he fucks me, I understand that this, right here, is what I’ve craved. What he’s craved. We’ve both needed it, this animalistic coming together. It strips everything away and leaves only us, our eyes never leaving each other’s as he pounds into me.

But I need more. We shift, and I get on my knees as he kneels behind me. He bends down to lick my center, groaning as I push back onto his face. I want him covered in me.

He rises and positions himself behind me. “On your elbows.”

I lower, and am immediately rewarded with his dick. His thick dick, going so fucking deep that it nearly hurts.

It’s perfect.

It’s even better when he brings a hand around to my clit and swirls a finger around it. “Up.”

I lift, pressing my back to his front, and he keeps pumping into me. Turning my head, I pull his lips to mine. “I love you so fucking much,” I gasp out, breathless.

“I love you, too, Golden.”

And that’s exactly what I need. I grip the back of his hair as he holds me in place, his fingers on my clit as he pushes into me over and over. His dick throbs as he groans my name against my neck, spilling inside me, and I fucking love it. When my own orgasm comes a moment later, it’s luxurious and full, a sunrise of pleasure, wrenching through me as my body shudders with release.

We breathe, still holding tight to each other. Matty kisses my neck, and I gradually let go of his hair as his hands stroke over me, down my arms and up my stomach.

“Can we do that every day?” I murmur against his lips when he leans down for another kiss.

“Absolutely.”

“Then you’re forgiven.”

He grins. “I thought you’d already forgiven me.”

I shift so we’re facing each other, still on our knees, the bed covers strewn around us. “Say it again.”

His eyes sparkle. “I love you. With all that I am, and all that I ever will be, I love you.”

My heart bursts.

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