Chapter 8
Matt
“Hey, Matt. Can you watch Mom tonight? I have an early morning meeting, and really need a good night’s sleep.”
“Of course. That’s why I’m here.” Since arriving in Candy Cane Key, I’ve been staying in my old room at the house with my mom each night. I admit, it’s brought back some unwelcome memories, but they’re quickly forgotten when I realize how bad things have gotten with her dementia. Harrison has been staying there also, which I found odd. I thought he would’ve enjoyed a break and stayed at his own place once I arrived.
“Thanks. I wanted you to get acclimated before we started alternating nights with her. You’re welcome to crash at my place if you need a break. I’ve got several guest rooms. Or you can always stay at the Sugar Plum Inn.” He chuckles.
“Uh, no. I think I’ll avoid Christmas comforters and doilies on every surface if I can help it.”
“Don’t knock it. It might be your only option if you find a hot little number you want to spend the night under the mistletoe with. Just picture it. You and her getting it on while a bunch of snowmen watch in a room that smells like peppermint.” He snickers.
“Ugh. That’s the unsexiest thing I can think of.”
“You could always bring her back to the house with Mom─”
“Point taken.” There are days Mom doesn’t even recognize me anymore. The whole situation is heartbreaking. How can someone so strong and articulate spend their final days lost in their own mind?
“Well, I’m crashing early. I’m meeting someone at the site of a big office renovation at seven tomorrow morning. If you need me, don’t hesitate to call. Just hopefully not after seven.”
“I’ve got this. I’ll pick up dinner and head straight there.”
Having tucked Mom in early, I clean up the kitchen and place the leftovers from Rudolpho’s, her favorite Italian restaurant, in the fridge. I’d planned to relax with a book and a beer, but these long, hot days doing construction with Harry have gotten the best of me. I usually start feeling the pull toward sleep immediately after I come home and shower.
I’m grateful for the opportunity to earn some extra money while I’m down here, but I’ll be happy to return to the fire department. I’ve been fortunate to find a great crew to work with, and I love the community I live in. Add to it the cool evenings under a blanket of stars that grace Sycamore Mountain at the end of each day, and it’s heaven on earth.
I crack Mom’s door, careful not to push wide enough to cause the hinge to squeak. Once I verify she’s asleep, I head to my room. Stripping my T-shirt, I fold my arms behind my head as I settle into bed. It’s not long before my thoughts return to Ellie. In a million years, I would’ve never believed that sweet, shy freckle-faced girl could’ve grown into the hot little number she is now. But it’s more than her looks. She’s always slayed me with her hypnotic stare. Those mesmerizing green eyes silently daring me to acknowledge her.
My hand slips down inside my athletic shorts to give my stiffening cock a firm stroke. Picturing Ellie bent over the oven, the globes of her ass teasing me from within those tiny tattered shorts, has me growing harder still. I can’t help but imagine coming up behind her, sliding her pants down to stroke her soft skin.
Would she moan when I slid inside her? Ellie looks like she’d be vocal. However, I might think this because her eyes were always doing all of the talking.
I’d love to listen as her rapture overtakes her. But I’m certain with Ellie, it’d be genuine. Not the act many women put on thinking it’s what a man wants to hear. She doesn’t strike me as one to put on a show. My hand tightens around my dick, mimicking the feel of her tight, curvy body wrapped around my cock as I thrust in and out of her from behind.
Cupping my balls with one hand, I tug more aggressively on my shaft. It’s been a long while since I’ve enjoyed a woman’s touch. It’d be easy to blame my current state on pent-up frustration. Yet I know the truth. Even as a teen, I’d secretly dream of Ellie on her knees, her pink lips wrapped around my dick as I jacked off at night. Imagining those magnetic eyes looking up at me would always set me off. I’d have to remember that if the opportunity ever presented itself.
Look away if you don’t want to come.
I can’t help but roll my eyes. Like the chance of Ellie sucking my cock is a possibility. If only. Beating my dick more forcefully, I envision dropping to my knees behind her to drag my tongue along her slit. Fuck, I bet she tastes sweet. I’d want to give her as much pleasure as possible because I know I wouldn’t last long once I was inside her. But something tells me that little temptress would just get me hard again and keep me that way all night.
Visions of her back on her knees, beckoning me to come with her big green eyes has me erupting in my hand. The seductive way she touched her face as I stared at her earlier today comes to mind, and I can’t help but picture her wiping my come from her soft skin with the pads of her fingers. Hell. It’s like I’ve returned to horny teen Matt all over again.
I get up to clean myself off and succumb to a good night’s sleep. You got her out of your system. Now think about something else. Anything else.
But hell. Even thinking about her chicken makes me hard.
I rise with the sun and roll to see my alarm clock. 6:40 a.m. Damn . I need to be up to meet the day nurse so I can get to the construction site. Working before it gets too hot is a luxury.
Grabbing my shirt, I head toward the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Does Mom even drink coffee anymore? I admit I haven’t paid as much attention to Harry’s morning routine as I probably should have.
Scratching my head, I shuffle toward Mom’s room, releasing a loud yawn. “Morning, Mom─” Her bed is empty. Hmm. Maybe she’s in the bathroom. I knock on the door, hoping not to startle her. “Mom?” No answer. I timidly open the door and realize this room is also empty. A sense of doom settles in as I quickly sprint to the kitchen and notice the front door is ajar.
“Shit!”