Chapter 35
35
ERIC
It took three hours to get everyone out after the cops came. Turns out Father Dearest was behind Sylvia the home-wrecker the whole time. The finance company she works for is a subsidiary of one of his companies. She was an intern when my father read Mattie’s card. He had one of his guys pick her out and hired her on the expectation that she would seduce Matt to stay the fuck away from Pittsburgh, and by extension, me.
She sang like a fucking canary as soon as the cuffs went on her wrists. Matt looked sick. His friend looked angry. Something about his friend from the university sets my teeth on edge, but I am just chalking that up to what today is.
“What set you off with Donnie?” he asks me as he grabs a couple of pops out of the fridge. “You haven’t reacted like that in front of me before.”
I shrug and try to explain. “Ever since that… event… sometimes things will trigger my body to react. It could be s omething totally random like a specific song or like the smell of root beer. Something about the way he burst in and his voice combined to make my body remember before my mind could catch up.”
Matt pulls me down on the futon next to him and says, “There’s a good reason for that. Donnie is Donald Hastings, the player who got beat bloody that night for trying to stop his teammates when he found out what they planned to do to you.”
“That was him?” I whisper incredulously. The man who stood up for me is still around. “Is he alright? I mean, they didn’t permanently hurt him that night, right?”
Mattie hugs me tight and reassures me that his friend is fine, just worried about the parole hearing coming up.
“This is why I don’t celebrate my birthday,” I mumble into Matt’s chest as he puts on the second season of Bridgerton to binge. I need him to catch up so we can escape into the exploits of the Ton and see what juicy gossip Lady Whistledown reveals next season. I still don’t really understand the whole tree thing in the intro, but I start to relax into my lover’s embrace as the scenes pop up on the bark of the tree.
“Hush and watch your show,” he tells me with a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re lucky you didn’t get a spanking for breaking my favorite bowl.”
“How did I manage to forget about the spanking?” I groan and sit up. “I was naughty. I deserve a spanking, Mattie. ”
Clucking his tongue, he pulls me back down to lay my head in his lap. Wracking my brain, I try to figure out how on earth I can finagle a spanking at this point. My dick is already excited for one, and I dressed up specifically to have my cheeks free for it.
Turning around to face his body instead of the television, I jerk in surprise at the thought that comes to me. I actually want to perform oral.
Matt glances down at my movement but turns his attention back to the screen. Moving slowly, I reach for the front of Matt’s sweats to pull them down. He glances down again and shifts his hips with a smirk. Oh. My. God. He isn’t going to stop me.
With more confidence, I pull his half hard cock out of his pants. The fucker didn’t bother putting on underwear! Licking along his length, I realize it’s not so bad. Slowly I pull him into my mouth and gently bob my head back and forth on his lap. I can feel him getting harder inside my mouth, and it triggers a mixture of feelings inside of me when his hand comes down on the back of my head.
“Stay still and keep me warm, Sparkles, my naughty unicorn,” he says with a grin. “Let your Mattie watch his show in peace.”
My eyes widen as I meet his gaze. We’re doing cockwarming?!
Oh, I’m all fucking for this!
Settling in, I gently suckle on Matt while he pets me. Somehow, I seem to fade into a type of subspace, and I’m more relaxed than I’ve ever been in all of my times at the Devil. Before I can make sense of it, Matt taps my cheek and I pull back off him.
“Time for bed, Cutie,” he says as he turns off the television. I’m still half out of it as he tucks us into his bed, and we drift off to dreamland together.
I wake up the next morning to the smell of coffee and the delicious aroma elicits a groan from my throat. Naked coffee date sounds like a wonderful idea. Maybe, I can get some extra protein for breakfast this morning? Or maybe Mattie needs a boost in his protein intake?
I hear Matt in the kitchen talking to someone, but I can’t figure out if he’s on the phone or if yet another person has invaded our home. Looks like fully naked coffee needs to wait until I can ascertain if we’re alone.
Our home? Even though it’s only been a few days, this small trailer feels more like home than any place I’ve ever been. Mattie really better plan on keeping me here, cuz I’m not leaving.
I rush through my morning routine and throw on one of Matt’s hoodies to cover myself enough for the sensibilities of anyone who has the audacity to invade at eight o’clock in the morning. As soon as I clear the hallway, I have two seconds to realize I should have found some pants before Matt’s mother is crushing me in a hug.
“Oh, sweetie, I’m so happy you found him!” she calls back to Matt in the kitchen as she steers me to the stools for the breakfast bar. I’m extremely thankful that Matt likes really baggy hoodies and that the one I picked this morning is long enough to keep everything covered.
“It’s good to see you again Ms. Sara,” I mumble while trying to keep the hoodie in place to hide my Sparkle thong.
“Pssh,” she hisses as she grabs me for another hug. “Call me Mom.”
I look at Matt in panic. What the fuck am I supposed to do? Do they even make manuals to tell you what to do when your lover’s mother shows up while you’re in your spank me thong and tells you to call her Mom?