Chapter 24 #2
“Boys,” a tired Evelyn called out. Her exasperated tone said this happened on a regular basis. A few thuds and curses came down the hallway. All the girls, including Steven, let out sighs.
Mila turned to me with a shake of her head. “Welcome to the crazy family.”
“Just text us the address of the rink, and we’ll see you there after breakfast,” Josie said as she gathered a sleepy Jayden in her arms.
“Sounds good.” Thankfully, I had already texted Marcy and gotten a yes to take tomorrow off of practice and use the rink time to have everyone come skate instead. That way, the ice would be empty, and no one would have to worry about people being around.
“See you tomorrow.” Mateo tapped Wyatt on the shoulder as he held an exhausted Wrenley. Josie and him said one more goodbye before following after the others to the elevator.
“Bye, Uncle Maty,” Kai called out over Landon’s shoulder. “Bye, Emmie!” I grinned and sent her a wave. And to think only two hours ago she didn’t want me near her favorite uncle. Kai disappeared from view as Evelyn and Steven stepped up, the last to leave.
“It was so nice meeting you, Emmie.” Evelyn took me by surprise and pulled me into a hug.
I quickly recovered and hugged her back. When I first walked through the door, I wasn’t sure I’d be welcomed into their world, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Evelyn, along with everyone else, were nothing but sweet to me.
She squeezed me like I’d always been a part of this family, the last of my nerves finally beginning to fade. My heart ached in the best way as I realized being here with Mateo’s family already felt a bit like coming home.
That feeling stayed in my chest when Steven replaced Evelyn and pulled me into a similar embrace. I didn’t expect to feel like part of the family so fast, and while it scared the living shit out of me, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
The elevator doors dinged open, forcing Evelyn to say goodbye one more time before her and Steven hurried to meet up with the others. I stood in Mateo’s doorway, his arm around my waist and keeping me pressed to his side. He waved bye to his family.
I just knew that being a part of their world would be something special.
As soon as the front door clicked shut, quietness followed. The good kind that lingered after having a house full of people.
I sank onto the couch, still smiling from everything that happened tonight, and Mateo dropped down beside me, our shoulders brushing. His hand found mine, head rolling to the side to look at me.
“Thank you for coming to the game today and for meeting my family.” Mateo’s voice was hushed. I turned my head to face him as well.
“Thank you for wanting me to meet them. I can see why you love them so much.”
“Yeah, they’re pretty great.” His voice was wistful and soft. “They really liked you.”
“You think so?”
“Pretty sure my mom and the girls already have matching Christmas pajamas in mind for us.”
“We’d be the best looking couple in matching pajamas,” I joked.
Mateo matched my grin. “Hell yeah, we would.”
As we sat there, staring at one another, the air between us shifted. It charged in a way it hadn’t when everyone else was around. Seeing Mateo play and then be around his family made me like him even more than I did yesterday and the day before.
I never wanted someone in such a soul-crushing way. Mateo was different from anyone I’d ever known, and I was beginning to realize I didn’t want a life that didn’t include him.
“What are you thinking about?” Mateo whispered.
The words were at the tip of my tongue. I wanted to confess that I was starting to really, truly fall for him, but the truth of those feelings scared me. It was too much, too soon. I needed to wrap my own head around my feelings before I told him.
“There’s a few things on my mind,” I finally answered.
“Talk to me.” His fingers gently played with mine on the couch.
“You are a really cute uncle. The kids adore you.”
Mateo's smile was soft. “I never put much thought into kids, because I’m still one, but from the moment I laid eyes on them, I was done for.”
“I can see that. All they need to do is flash those little eyes and they can get whatever they want.” We both laughed because that was so close to the truth.
“And what’s the other thing on your mind?” he asked.
I hesitated to answer. It was not family friendly, and seeing as I just talked about his nieces and nephew, it wouldn’t be acceptable to say out loud.
“You know what, I think there’s still some dishes that need to be cleaned,” I said instead, standing from the couch. I slid past him, only for his big hands to grasp my thighs. His fingers curled around the back of them, holding me between his legs.
“What were you going to say?” Mateo tilted his head back to meet my eyes.
“Nothing,” I lied. His grip tightened, head slanted to the left as he stared at me. I squirmed under his gaze and in his hold. My earlier need reared its head again, but I wasn’t sure right now, when his family just left, was the time to tell him my dirty thoughts.
It was like he could read every thought in my mind as his lips curled into a smirk.
“Emmie James, have you been having dirty thoughts about me all day?” he taunted.
“No,” I scoffed.
“I can read the lie all over your face.”
“I’m not,” my breath hitched as the tips of his fingers slipped under my shorts, tracing the crease where my ass met the back of my thighs, “lying.”
“So you weren’t eye fucking me during the game?”
I shook my head. “Wasn’t me.”
“Hmm,” Mateo hummed, definitely not believing the words coming out of my mouth. He moved his hand up and grabbed two handfuls of my ass under my shorts in a tight grip. My own landed on his shoulders to keep my balance.
The tips of his fingers dipped low, lightly toying with the thin fabric of my thong. Mateo kept his eyes on me as he suddenly grabbed the back of it and yanked up, making the fabric press against my pussy.
I let out a gasp, hands curling into his shirt. The smirk on his face grew as he also grabbed a small section of my shorts and tugged again. I lifted onto my toes as the seam dug into my pussy.
My hips moved forward on their own, the inseam perfectly lined up with my clit. Mateo looked away from my face and down between my legs. The pull was harder this time, and I knew he could see the way my shorts pressed lewdly against my center.
“Your body is saying what your mouth isn’t.” He flicked his gaze upward.
“Or you’re making my body say something else,” I said, trying my best to not moan at how good the press of my thong and shorts felt against me.
Mateo tutted. “See, now that’s the biggest lie you’ve said so far.”
One hand slipped out from under my shorts and came around to the front, his thumb following the seam of my shorts from my clit to my ass, the movement rough as he traced back and forth.
My eyes fluttered, teeth digging into my bottom lip to stop the moan from breaking free. Mateo knew how to play me like a fiddle.
“I can already feel you soaking through your shorts.” When his other hand gave my shorts and thong another tug, I groaned, shifting higher on my toes. “Do you remember what I told you a few weeks ago?” Mateo asked.
It took a moment for his words to get through my fogged brain, but when they did, I knew exactly what he was implying. The same memory flitted through my mind just hours ago.
“Emmie?” he prodded. With one rough pass over my pussy, I shuddered.
“You said,” I murmured, breathing heavy, “the next time you fuck me in a jersey, it would be yours.”
“And it seems you’re in my jersey.”
My hips shifted to rub against his thumb and the inseam, trying to get more friction. My body felt like it was on fire, and yet, Mateo hadn’t done more than just barely touch me.
“Are you going to do something about it?” I taunted, unable to help myself. My hands moved up a few inches to lace through the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Are you begging me to fuck you, Emmie?”
“No.”
“Hm, we both know I could make you beg if I wanted,” he reminded me. My mind instantly flashed back to yesterday morning and how I begged him to eat my pussy and make me come.
I loved when he teased, loved when he kept me right on the edge until I was begging for him. Usually, the slow torture was my favorite part. But tonight, I didn’t want the buildup. I just wanted him.
Meeting his family had done something to me, something I hadn’t expected. Their warmth, their laughter, the way they made space for me without hesitation…shifted something inside of me.
“I don’t want that tonight,” I whispered, meeting his eyes as my fingers gripped the back of his head. “I just…want you.”
I didn’t just crave him. After today, I needed him in a way that was almost terrifying.
Mateo’s intense gaze softened, his hand easing away from my shorts. Even with the shift between us, the air remained charged as his hands slowly slid upward, his fingers settling on the buttons of my shorts.
“You can have whatever you want, Emmie.” I felt it in my bones that he meant every single word.
“I want you inside me. Now, please.” It came out more of as a plea than a command, but Mateo smiled.
His fingers unbuttoned my shorts with ease, untucking the small section of the football jersey I put there so it wouldn’t fall to my knees. He kept his gaze glued to mine as he eased both the denim and my thong down my legs, where I kicked them off with my bare feet.
His hands returned to the back of my thighs, cradling them as I stood there. “You are beautiful.”
My heart soared as I moved closer, shifting until my knees rested on both sides of Mateo’s thighs. My hands rose to cup his face, my thumbs brushing against his jaw as I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
His hands slid to my waist, gripping me like he never wanted to let go, as he kissed me back. His fingers tightened slightly at my sides, pulling me closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. I could feel the hard length of him pressed against my bare core with every shift of my hips.
Mateo kissed me with such reverence it felt like he was worshipping my mouth. When we finally pulled back, the look in his eyes made my breath catch, like the entire mood between us changed without either of us saying a word.
“I need you,” I whispered against his lips. “Please.” I guess I was going to be begging tonight.
Mateo nipped at my bottom lip as he shifted below me. I moved up onto my knees as he tugged his joggers down his hips. I reached down to grab his length only for Mateo to shake his head.
“Hold that jersey up for me.”
Doing as he asked, I hovered above his thighs, hands grasping the hem of my jersey so my pussy was on display. With anyone else, I would have been self-conscious, but not with Mateo. Not when every glance and touch made me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he grabbed himself in his right hand. I angled my head so I could watch as he gave his cock one stroke, squeezing at the tip. A whine left my lips.
He tapped the tip against me, the wet slap filling the living room. He did it again, then twice. Each one sent a shock up my spine.
“Mateo.”
“I know, baby, I know.”
One hand gripped his cock and the other touched my hip.
He met my eyes briefly before they flickered back down between my legs.
I held my breath as he lined himself up with my core, using his hand on my hip to gently urge me down.
As much as I wanted to slam all the way to the hilt, I forced myself to go slow, feeling every inch, every vein.
Below me, Mateo’s jaw was tight as he watched his cock disappear inside of me until I was seated all the way down. My breath caught in my throat at the fullness.
“Oh, fuck. Emmie, I can feel you gripping me,” Mateo said through clenched teeth. Unconsciously, I tightened around him, which earned me a choked laugh.
I stayed still on his lap, jersey held around my waist, as I adjusted to the feel of him so deep inside me. He brought his thumb up and strummed my clit.
“You look incredible in my jersey with my cock buried in you.” Mateo’s compliment was dirty and made my stomach flutter. Only he could make a lewd comment sweet.
He lifted his head to meet my gaze. Despite sitting on his lap with his cock buried inside me, he didn’t look at me like I was just someone to sleep with. No, he looked at me like I was something he wanted to keep forever.
For the first time in a long time, the idea of forever didn’t feel so terrifying.