31. Matteo
31
Matteo
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“ O of.” I wince through my sleep, reaching toward my ribs that suddenly sting and feel like a stick or maybe Mellie’s toy got stuck underneath them but it’s not what my hand comes in contact with.
Nope, it’s just the heel of my girl’s foot, wedged firmly into my ribs. Still asleep, I feel a smile pull up on the corners of my mouth as I glide my hand over the soft skin of her foot.
She’s adorable, pressing her feet into me. I like to think it’s because she likes me so much she can’t stand to be apart from me, even in sleep.
After our not-so-sweet-and-romantic night up in the loft, Zoe took my hand and silently led me to her bedroom. No words were needed. Not when she said the most important ones earlier.
Zoe is falling for me. Falling. And I’ll be here to catch her and never let go.
Within seconds we were both out, exhausted from earlier but it seems my dick is well rested already because just the feel of her next to me is enough to get him gearing up.
Slowly, I wrap my hand around her ankle and just make the barest of moves to get it out from underneath my rib when a very clear and very menacing, “Motherfucker,” pierces the air.
My eyes snap open as if I wasn’t half asleep and I just lay there, frozen, for a good five seconds before slowly turning my head toward Zoe, who is sleeping soundly, her hair a mess, her mouth parted, and the cutest little snoring sounds come out from her.
I furrow my eyebrows. I must’ve dreamed it.
Shaking my head, I try to pull her foot away from me once again. I just wrap my hand around her when Zoe’s fist comes out of nowhere, punching me right in my gut and I open my mouth in a silent scream at the same time as, “Die motherfucker,” comes out of her mouth and that foot that was wedged into my ribs digs in farther and harder.
“What the fuck?” I whisper-shout. Now both my stomach and side are in agony and the sun isn’t even up yet.
Without moving a single muscle, I tilt my head over to Zoe, who, once again, is sleeping like a baby and not a secret MMA fighter with bullying tendencies. That I guess my dick enjoys because the fucker only gets harder and harder.
You know what? All of a sudden, that ugly couch with bricks for a cushion seems like the softest cloud. I start to get up to move there and catch some z’s before Mel wakes up, but Zoe apparently has other plans.
In one fluid move she twists on the bed, until her back is to me and sends her elbow into my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I gasp, letting out some more silent screams. I totally mean curses, as she hisses, “You can’t catch me.”
And I all but plea with the woman who not only do I not want to catch her, but I’d like to run the other way.
I roll over, trying to get away from this love of my life before she breaks my nose, but Zoe beats me to it, rolling over me and settling on my chest.
Don’t move, Matteo. Don’t even breathe.
“Help! I’m held hostage,” I whisper-shout to no one at all, yet somehow my little sunshine hears me through her sleep and the next thing I know, her leg between my thighs moves, my eyes widening, but I’m too late.
Zoe knees me in my balls with all her might and I send her flying off me as I jump out of the bed, muttering silent curses, bent at my waist while barely holding tears at bay.
“What the heck, Matteo?” Zoe mutters, her voice groggy with sleep and my head snaps up to her half-opened eyes she’s rubbing while frowning at me.
“What the heck?” I whisper-shout, my eyes bulging. “ What. The. Heck? ”
Zoe lifts up from the bed, her face paling as she takes me in. “Oh no, what did I do?” she whispers because somewhere in this room our baby is still asleep, having no clue her dad almost died just now.
“You just lost any chance of having kids with me.”
“What?”
“Beastie, I think you forgot to mention a black belt that you must hold. You kicked my balls so hard; they’ll be scared for life. Ain’t no way they are making any fresh sperm for their assailant.”
Zoe winces and bites her lip, but I still see the tiny smile there too.
“What are you smiling at, karate master?” I ask her, and she rolls her lips. Now, she’s definitely holding in her laugh, and I groan.
Zoe gets on her knees and slowly shifts her way to me.
“Remember our very first talk at the bar? I might’ve mentioned I was a violent sleeper.” She puckers her lips and winces cutely.
Now that I think about it, I do remember her saying something, but she wouldn’t elaborate back then.
“Beastie.” I level her with a look. “This is not violent. This is life threatening.”
“I’m so sorry I kicked your ass in sleep, baby,” she says quietly, planting a kiss on my closed lips but there is not a single trace of sympathy in her tone of voice. None. Zero.
“Could you maybe look a little more guilty for nearly killing me?” I pout.
“Sure,” she whispers and gives me her best impression of puppy eyes. “That good enough for you?”
“You also called me names.” I keep at it like the perpetual child I am.
“What did I call you?”
“ A motherfucker ,” I mouth, and Zoe bursts out laughing, smacking her palm to her mouth to stop the sound from waking up Mel.
“Great.” I swing my arms up. “And now she’s laughing at me.”
“I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry.” She’s wheezing, placing her hand on my crossed ones as she’s still doubling over in her giggle fit. “But it’s not considered calling you names when it’s the truth.”
“Oh, you’re a funny one, aren’t you?”
And there she goes laughing again, but the sound is music to my ears even when there is no sound. So, she can laugh at my expense any time.
Not that I’m going to tell her that. Yet. She still has some making up to do.
“Do you know where I can go to get a veteran of the war medal?”
“Um, when have you been to war?” Zoe asks as she wipes the tears from her eyes.
“With you. Just now. And I need it for the rest of my life. Might as well get some benefits for all this suffering.” She can barely hold that smile of hers back.
“I have that medal for you.”
“You do?”
“Mm-hmm,” she says, sliding her hand down my chest, her nails slightly scraping down my flesh, and apparently my dick is not too bruised up because all of sudden he swells, getting hard for her just like that. “It includes all the benefits and life insurance.”
“Does it now?”
“Mm-hmm. Good for you, you’re already signed up,” she says, looking into my eyes. “For life, Matteo.”
Zoe reaches my cock and I suck in a sharp breath when her nails keep dragging over it. The little mix knows what he likes.
“He’s still not sure if he forgives you,” I tell her, but my hands are already on her body. Skimming over her perfect curves.
“Oh? Then maybe I should do a better job at apologizing,” she says, pushing me back onto the bed.
“He says definitely .” I lick my lips, watching her little fingers hook into my underwear, dragging it down and doing just that.
Zoe apologizes until there is no more cum left in my body.
And when she’s done with that, she feeds me her sweet milk until my cock is up and ready for round two of apologies.
But what she doesn’t know yet is that all it takes for me to forgive her is her simple existence. Zoe could cut off my hand and legs, burn my bar to the ground and call me every colorful name she knows, and I’d still be looking at her as if she’s the most precious thing in the world.
Because I don’t love her with my eyes. I love her with my soul.
Violent tendencies and all.