28. Goldie
Chapter 28
Goldie
I T’S BEEN JUST over a week since Matty and I had what I’m now calling The Sex That Blew Every Other Sex I’ve Ever Had Out Of The Water, and nothing has changed.
But also: every thing has changed.
We’re at each other’s houses almost every night, and when I’m at his, I inevitably end up spending the night. I have a toothbrush there.
I have a toothbrush at Matty freaking Brodigan’s house.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. It’s bliss. On top of that, there’s also the constant intrigue of whether we’ll get caught, which is both a turn-on and a complete and total stressor. Matty is convinced Reid knows and is letting us stew, and Willa and Mom keep asking when they’re going to meet this mystery guy James, and I’m not sure how much longer I can string them along.
TELL US HOW YOU’RE DOING WITH YOUR MATCH!!!
Then there’s the app.
The thing keeps asking for updates, and I keep swiping the prompts away. The latest one is in all caps and bold with three exclamation points, as if it, too, wants to know what the hell is going on.
And I don’t know.
Because…well, I don’t!
It’s too much. It’s not enough. He’s amazing. He fucks me like he took classes on precisely how to make me come multiple ways in multiple positions, and I swear his tongue.
His tongue .
That’s it. That’s the entire sentence.
Also: his dick.
Matty’s thick fucking dick has got me absolutely whipped and I’m this close to not caring.
Actually, scratch that: I don’t care.
I’ve been dick-whipped, and I don’t care.
I am a staunch feminist who believes in opening my own doors and paying my own way in this world, and I have been utterly and completely whipped by Matty Brodigan’s thick dick.
There.
Whew. Gotta say, it feels good to get that out.
Anyway. I need to get my shit together because today I have to see him in a professional capacity. The town council asked me to do portraits of all the business owners in town, and naturally, Matty is the last one standing. The man is ridiculously busy. And that’s hot, too, by the way. Seeing him naked and writhing beneath me? Hot. Knowing how smart that big brain of his is, and how caring and patient he is with animals of all types? Scorching.
After my usual morning routine, I load my Jeep with the necessary equipment and head to the clinic. I’m a sweaty mess by the time everything is hauled inside, which would be fine, except that Liv Stinson is behind the counter, smiling and looking like she just stepped out of the glossy pages of a fashion magazine. Never mind that she’s in scrubs: I can see every substantial curve she’s working with. And her hair and make-up? Flawless.
Matty works with her every day. How has he not dated her? Or maybe they did. Oh, God . What if he’s…has Liv Stinson had the pleasure of his mouth and fingers and dick?
No . Nope. No, no, no, I can’t think like this. Also, I don’t get to think like this. He had a whole life before me.
Liv flashes a blindingly-white smile at me as I blow a strand of hair out of my face. “Hi, Goldie! You here for Dr. Brodigan?”
Dr. Brodigan . God, even that’s hot. Did she call him that in bed? What is wrong with me? I smile back and answer, “Yes, um…Yes.”
Liv looks around, as if searching for an animal.
I lift my camera case. “Portrait time?” I clear my throat. “Sorry. I mean, portrait time. I’m shooting all the business owners. Not, you know, bang bang shooting, but photo shooting.”
Her smile falters as I stammer, and in seconds, we’re in full-on awkward-as-hell territory. “Right.” She draws the word out. “Well, I think Dr. Brodigan has some time between appointments today. Did he—does he know you’re coming?”
I nod while my brain helpfully supplies that Matty always knows when I’m coming. The flush that covers my entire body is instant. Is it embarrassment? I don’t know. All I know is my face is flaming. “Um. Yes. Yes, he knows I’m coming.” Every. Single. Time.
Liv smiles again, but it’s forced. “I’ll let him know you’re here.”
I nod again, my head going up and down like a bobblehead. I point behind me. “I’ll just—I’ll be over there.”
As she stands, I turn away from the counter and wonder where the hell I put my dignity.
A few minutes later, I still haven’t found it, but Liv gestures for me to follow her as she walks me to Matty’s office. “Will this work? It’s not great, but it’s all we have.”
I force a smile and hope it looks more natural than it feels. “Absolutely.”
It’s cramped as hell, but if I shove his desk all the way against one wall, I should be able to make it work. Liv leaves, and with a relieved sigh, I get to work.
I’m ready by the time Matty walks in, and my heart stutters to a stop.
He grins as he holds Killer against his chest. “Hi, Goldie.”
“Dr. Brodigan,” I respond with a rasp.
Of course I’ve seen him in scrubs. Of course I’ve seen him in scrubs and boots. I’ve seen him in boots and a cowboy hat and jeans that I swear were made just for him as he pranced around on a damn horse. I’ve seen him in that cowboy hat and nothing else, for heaven’s sake. But try telling any of that to the rational part of my brain right now.
Because all I see is the Dr. Matthew Brodigan in navy script on his white coat and how it hangs over the navy scrubs he wears as he cuddles Killer against him. All I see is the knowing twinkle in his caramel eyes as they trace my body from head to toe and back again. All I see are his hands as he closes the door behind him and stalks toward me, pulling me to him and kissing me like we’re not a secret, his mouth claiming me as though he’ll keep me forever.
Killer whines between us, and Matty laughs softly as he releases me. “Sorry,” he murmurs, “but you look positively delicious when you’re in your work element.”
I flush. “I could say the same about you.”
He smiles, then gestures with Killer to my setup. “So, what are we doing here?”
“Basic stuff, really,” I answer. “You’ll sit on that stool, and I’ll take some shots. With Killer and without him.”
He nods agreeably, then takes a seat on the stool. “I’m at your mercy, Goldie.”
I lift my camera and click. “Those are precisely the kind of words that can get you in trouble, Dr. Brodigan.”
He laughs and I click again. Unsurprisingly, he is the perfect subject, seeming to know instinctively how to angle his body to get the best shot. Killer behaves, as well, and the entire shoot goes by smoothly.
“C’mere,” Matty says after he puts Killer down. “Bring the camera.”
I make my way to him, sitting on his knee when he pats it in invitation. “Selfies are a lot harder with this,” I laugh, but I do my best. When he takes my chin in his hands and turns me softly toward him, I practically feel my insides melting. Because the look in his eyes is enough to quiet all the doubt inside me.
Click.
He kisses me.
Click. Click. Click.
There’s a knock on the door. I fly upright and put a respectable amount of distance between us as Matty smirks.
“Yes?” he calls, remaining seated.
Liv pokes her head in, her bright eyes seeming to assess the situation and decide all is well. “Your next patient is here.”
Matty nods. “Coco?”
“In exam room one,” Liv confirms.
“Five minutes,” he says. When Liv’s head disappears, he looks back at me. His eyes darken mischievously. “Where were we?”
Click.
He raises an eyebrow.
Click.
“I need those lips, Goldie.”
“It’s hard not to swoon when you say things like that, you know.” I hold my camera up and take one last picture of him as he laughs.
It hits me as I’m loading up my equipment: I’m falling for Matty. Way more than ever before. Before this all started, I’d had a crush on him, sure. But now? Now it’s way more. It’s Cowboy Matty. It’s call-me-Golden Matty. It’s C’mere Matty. It’s thick dicking me down Matty.
If this isn’t forever, I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.