Mateo
Chapter seventeen
"Stop smiling," Jade says.
"I'm not." I totally am. And if she got to see the look on her face when she comes every time she closed her eyes, she would be too.
"You fucking are, and if you keep looking at me like that, Addie will know."
"She's not even here," I say.
"Pretend she is."
It's been three days, and I'm dying to get her alone again.
I hold the door open for her, and she rolls her eyes. It makes me want to lay out a red carpet for her. Lay my coat over puddles and pump her gas and shit.
"Why are we here?" she asks.
"My friend Kyler, from the team, had a baby girl a few weeks ago," I tell her, grabbing a cart. "I was kind of caught up in my own head, and I never sent them anything."
Jade nods. "And you need my help why?"
"I don't know jack shit about babies."
"Not really sure how I'm supposed to help." She lets out a heavy breath. "It's been eight years, but also, my needs were actual needs. Your friend probably doesn't need anything."
She's probably right, but I ignore her.
"Okay, so what do I get them?"
"Do you want me to push that?" she asks, pointing to the cart.
"Nah, it steadies me a bit." Peace out crutches. Mostly, anyway.
She walks ahead, and I follow. We weave between clothing racks, Jade occasionally picking up tiny pieces of clothing, holding them up, then making a face. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I should send money. But that seems impersonal and unneeded.
Jade picks up another piece of clothing, this one with baseballs on the toes. She rolls her eyes, but then she bites her lip in thought.
"Are you friends with him or his wife on Facebook or anything?"
I nod.
"Pull him up."
Confused, I do as she says and hand her my phone.
She scrolls for a bit, then twists her lips into her thinking face. She taps the screen and scrolls more. A smile creeps across her features and she hands me my phone back.
"I got it, come on," she says. "Do you want to order stuff online and ship it there?"
"I thought it should be more personal."
"Toys or books?" she asks, hands on her hips.
"Toys," I say, no question.
"Okay then. Here's what we do. We're going to go online and order a toy box, a nice one. Solid wood, one that can become an heirloom. It's their first baby, right?"
I nod. "Why don't we buy one here?"
"Anything we find here won't last three years, let alone thirty. Now come on, let's go find toys to fill it."
We walk down each aisle, starting with the baby toys.
I hold up some toy keys and she nods, so I toss them into the cart.
She adds stacking rings and some wood math looking thing that she promises is a toy.
I press all the buttons. All of them. And Jade rolls her eyes at the loud, colorful toys I throw in the cart.
Occasionally she tosses in some educational toy, or something boring like a doll that doesn't even cry.
When we've picked out a few things, Jade makes me stop. I'd keep going, and overdo it for sure, but she's growing crankier by the minute, and when I look at the time, I realize why. It's past noon, and I doubt she's eaten.
"Let's grab some lunch before we head back to the house," I say, swiping my card.
"How sweet, you guys having a dad and daughter day?" the cashier, an older woman with wrinkles around her eyes, asks.
Jade laughs, really laughs, and I choke on my own tongue.
"No, I'm not—we're not," I say, taking my receipt from her outstretched hand.
"Thank you," Jade says sweetly to the woman. "Have a good day."
"Y-yeah, thanks," I stammer.
Jade is still smiling after we've loaded the trunk and climbed into my car. Meanwhile, I'm still struggling to breathe. What the actual fuck? That seriously didn't happen, right? This is why I need to put a stop to my brewing feelings.
No feelings, Mateo. None.
I catch my reflection in the rearview mirror. I need a haircut, and I need to trim this shit on my face. My grays are popping a little too hard for my liking.
"I can't wait to tell Coop that one," Jade says, turning on the radio. "He's going to die."
I groan. "I beg you, please don't."
"What's wrong Daddy? Don't want—"
"That's a no for me, Storm Cloud," I say, pinning her with a glare and backing out of the parking spot.
She's quiet for a minute, and when I sneak a glance at her, she's staring at me.
"What isn't a no?" she asks.
"Guess you'll have to find out," I say, shrugging.
She connects her phone to the sound system and says casually, "Coop's at school."
I make a U-turn at the next light.
"Nobody's at the house," I say, tossing her my phone from where it sits in the cup holder. "Order something for delivery, whatever you want, my card is saved."
"Are you really thinking about food right now?"
"You haven't eaten today," I say. She doesn't argue, but it's clear from the heavy silence she wants to. This is a win, even if she's allowing me to have it and not because I've earned it.
She taps away on my phone, then puts it back in the cup holder.
"Sex in public?" she asks.
I raise an eyebrow.
"Stupid question." She turns down the music. "Handcuffs?"
I keep my face neutral. It's definitely something I'd be down to try, but I'd rather see where things go on their own.
"Cock rings? Toys in general? Oh god, you're not one of those, 'toys are competition' guys, are you? Because I can't handle that shit."
"Toys are teammates," I tell her.
"Good answer," she says. "Role play? Or maybe pegging. Actually, I bet you aren't a pegging guy." She sounds giddy asking me these things, and that, in and of itself, is a turn-on. She's inquisitive, and that's going to make this adventure even more exciting for both of us.
I don't tell her I plan to let her take the lead, that I want to know what turns her on and what gets her off. Or that I plan to get her off over and over and over again until my name slips from her lips as she comes.
"Spanking? Floggers? Degradation?"
I stay quiet.
"Oh, I bet you have a praise kink," she says as I pull into the driveway.
I doubt it, but I can't put the car into park and climb out fast enough. My leg hinders my speed, and it's frustrating as hell.
"I'm eating first," she says from behind me as I unlock the front door. "Unless you want to," she adds under her breath.
The electronic lock beeps, and the deadbolt shifts. I turn the knob, but the lock jams. I hate these stupid locks. They always move too fucking slow.
"Aren't you curious what my noes are?" she asks in a whisper. "Bet you'd be surprised."
I grit my teeth and enter the code again, waiting until it unlocks completely before I open the door. Once inside, I toss my key fob into the bowl on the entry table and wait for the door to close behind us.
With women in my past, I was direct. I'd tell them to get their ass in my bedroom. I led, but I don't know if that's the right move with Jade. Can we both barrel down the freeway? Or does one of us need to lay off the pedal?
"I was kidding about eating first," she says, brushing past me, her fingers grazing the tent in my shorts, and heading toward my bedroom.
"Thank God," I say, struggling to keep up.
By the time I get to my room, she's already unlacing her shitkickers. I guess I'm the one taking my foot off the gas. I shut the door and lock it. Just in case.
"I'm on the pill, and I'm clean, but you're still wrapping your shit. I don't know where that thing's been," she says, tossing her boots in the corner.
"Good to know. I'm also clean, because I always wrap my shit.
" I hate how transactional this all is, but I also want her badly enough I'm willing to do this on her terms. "Just a reminder, I'm really limited mobility wise still, so…
" I trail off. How is this going to work?
How am I supposed to give her what she needs when I can barely walk without crutches?
"Mateo," she says.
I don't respond.
"Get undressed."
I take off my hoodie, tossing it on the chair in the corner, then do the same with my T-shirt. The real obstacle here is the fucking brace on my leg.
Jade twists her lips in thought and looks from my brace to the bed and back again.
"On or off?" she asks.
"Um…"
"The brace dude, on or off?"
I cringe at the dude and consider the brace. At least it's not locked in position anymore, but it seems like a bad idea to take it off for this.
"Sorry, Mateo," she says, her voice velvet.
There it is. She can say my name like that as often as she wants.
It will never get old. I take a hobbled step closer and cup her face in my hands, sweeping my lips across hers.
She's greedy, pushing back hard, her hands pulling at my shorts.
I tug at her top, forcing my lips from hers to pull it over her head.
I breathe her in, brown sugar and cayenne.
It's my new favorite scent, and I wish I could bottle it up.
I kiss her again, reaching behind her to unhook her black bra.
She steps back, breaking our kiss and lets the simple cotton bra drop from her shoulders.
Her full breasts spill out, and I swallow.
Hard. I want to push her on the bed and bury my face between them and then move down between her thighs.
I want to see her come undone on my tongue.
But I can't fucking move like that, and it's killing me.
Jade pulls down her leggings, and panties in one swoop while I stand there like an idiot, my shorts pulled down past my ass and my dick flying full staff in my briefs.
She stifles a giggle with her hand.
"You're not really doing much for a man's confidence right now, Storm Cloud."
"Actually," she says, stepping closer and cupping my dick in her hands. "The briefs are kind of hot."
Fuck me. Forget laying off the gas, I'm fucking roadkill.
She releases my dick and drops to her knees, pulling down my briefs as she goes.
She slides them and shorts past my brace, dropping them at my ankles.
If I take a single step, I'm tripping over them.
So I stand still, as Jade explores my now bare cock with the pad of her finger.
She pauses her exploration and pulls a hair tie off her wrist, tying her hair up in a knot on top of her head.
She looks up at me, tugging that silver telltale ring into her mouth and swirls her tongue around my dick, the head slipping past her lips.
Her eyes squeeze closed as she takes me deeper. My breath quickens when she looks back up at me with those deep brown eyes. They stay on mine as she hollows out her cheeks, taking my entire length into her mouth. I've never seen anything hotter in my fucking life, and my dick knows it.
Every fiber of my being aches to brush the strand of hair falling across her forehead back. To dig my fingers in and watch as she swallows me.
I don't think I'll last long like this, and as appealing as it sounds to lose my load in that pretty mouth of hers, I think I'm more curious to find out how vocal she is. Will she moan my name, call out for God, or talk dirty?
She pulls off of me and helps me to step out of my clothes.
Then she stands, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, and I cover it with mine.
I could kiss her for days, her full lips against mine, my tongue discovering hers.
I'm a fucking explorer, a pirate on uncharted waters as I pull her closer.
Her naked body is cool, a sharp contrast to how hot I'm running.
Dragging my lips from hers, I trail them down her neck, sucking lightly as I make my way down the curve to her shoulder.
I snake a hand between us, finding one of her tits and fuck. How is she so fucking perfect? I knead it, digging my fingers in as I nibble her neck lightly. This holding back shit is frustrating as fuck. The things I want to do to this woman starts with this and never fucking ends.
Jade grips my cock between us, stroking it. Her grip is tight, and I drop my head back, inhaling sharply as her other hand reaches for my face.
"As much as I want your dick, I think I'd like to wet this first," she says, rubbing her palm against the beard on my face.
She stands on her toes, leaning into my ear.
"I've been thinking about how this would feel against my thighs for days, the way you could make me come with your tongue.
I touched myself yesterday thinking about it. Soaked my sheets."
Boom, there it is.
And I'm not disappointed.