Chapter 26
“ A ll done?” Matthieu asked as she sat on the sofa next to him.
It was surprisingly brave for her. She tended to avoid getting too close to him.
“Yes,” she grumbled, shooting him a suspicious look. “Did you make extra dishes for me? Because there seemed to be a lot.”
“Nope.” He just hadn’t cleaned up as he went along the way that he usually did.
She’d written out the lines and had been unimpressed as he’d sat there afterward and made sure that she hadn’t skipped any words.
Then after dinner, she’d started washing the dishes without a word.
“Hmph.” She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted as she stared at the television.
“What would you like to watch?” he asked.
“Well, there’s this new spooky zombie series I’ve been wanting to watch.”
He hid his wince. Not his favorite. But he’d suck it up. “Sure, okay. We can watch that.”
An hour later, he was ready to take back any complaints about the sort of show she’d chosen to watch. Because she was currently pressed up against his arm, her arm wrapped around his and her breasts squished against his bicep.
As one of the super creepy zombies approached a house where people were hiding, she let out a gasp and pushed her face into his arm.
“No, no, no!” she cried. “I can’t watch.”
It was pretty gruesome. The zombie tore one of the people hiding into pieces. It wasn’t even eating it, just creating a huge, bloody mess.
“Why did you choose to watch this series if you are scared of zombies?” he asked curiously.
“Because I love them! I just don’t like the gory parts or when people die.”
“That’s most of the show,” he told her.
“I know. But I can’t stop now. I have to know what happens to the people, if they ever get rescued off the island. If the zombies get destroyed. I have to know.”
“Well, I think it’s time to stop.” He changed the channel.
“Nooo!” she cried, reaching across him to try and grab the remote.
But he held it just out of her reach. “Give it to me!” She climbed up onto her knees as she tried to get it. “Mine!”
“Not yours. You’ll have nightmares if you keep watching that right before bed.”
“No, I won’t! Put it back on!” She swung her leg over his lap and he let the remote slip out of his hand as she took hold.
“Yes! Got it!” She held the remote up triumphantly.
“Yep,” he replied absentmindedly as he attempted to convince his dick to stay down. To not react.
That it didn’t like the feel of her pressed against him, rubbing up and down.
Merde.
He was in such trouble right now.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, staring down at him innocently. And for once she wasn’t nervous. “You have a strange look on your . . . oh! I’m . . . I’m . . . I didn’t mean . . . ” She stared down at him. Well, she seemed to be staring at his mouth. Then she licked her lips.
Merde.
Did she want him to kiss her? Did he want to kiss her?
Fuck yes. But as he reached for her, to grasp the back of her neck and draw her into him, she moved.
“Oh no! I’m . . . I’m . . .”
Maya was panicking. Which was not the reaction he was hoping for.
She scrambled off his lap, but in her rush she managed to get her leg between his. And when she attempted to climb off him, her knee slammed into his balls.
A groan of pain escaped him.
“Oh my God!” she cried as she stood next to the sofa as he lay down.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I did that.
Are you all right? Of course you’re not all right.
You’re rolling around in clear pain and your face has gone all pale and I need to do something!
But what? Oh, ice. I will get ice.” Turning, she raced away before he could call her back.
He pushed through the pain, ignoring it as best he could. She really had managed to get him good. Matthieu sat up as she returned holding a bag filled with ice.
“Here you are. Oh, let me.” She kneeled between his open legs and put the bag directly on his dick.
Holy shit.
If it wasn’t for the pain in his balls and the ice on his cock, he might have gotten turned on by this scenario.
“How is that?” She glanced up at him.
And then her face went bright red. He’d seriously never seen someone’s face grow that red. She was like a bright, shiny apple.
Maya scrambled to her feet and he automatically reached down to protect his balls. But thankfully all she did was step back.
“I think it’s time I went to bed,” she said.
“Maya,” he said, not liking the way her shoulders were slumped. “Everything is fine, Spitfire. We’re fine.”
“Sure. Uh-huh. Of course we are. I’m just tired. That’s all. Good night.”
“Maya, no, wait!”
But she’d fled into her bedroom and shut the door.
Merde.
He debated whether to follow her, but decided that he’d wait until morning.
That really could have gone better.