Matty shrugs and shoves a carrot into his mouth. His refrigerator is surprisingly full of things I can eat without much worry. Lots of non-sugary vegetables. Some vegan dip. It’s really impressive. I don’t have a lot of extra money to keep my fridge stocked with fresh goodies like this. Matty even shoved me out of the kitchen and told me to go play with Hammer while he prepared everything.
I’m enjoying being pampered. Maybe this is a spa day.
“Let’s switch gears,” Hammer suggest. “How about ‘perfumed palace’”?
“Better.” I pop a cucumber slice into my mouth.
“Scented cavern?”
“Cavern borders on rude.” I flick my thumb over the toggle and steal the ball.
“What do you think of ‘secret garden’”?
“Way to ruin my favorite childhood book.” The ball goes sailing into the corner. Hammer and I race to get it.
“Och, lassie, you needn’t worry naught for nothing,” Matty intones.
I set down my controller. “What was that?”
“Yorkshire accent,” he says with mock offense.
“Sounded like a southern accent with a touch of Canadian. In others words, not Yorkshire.”
“So no dirty talk with an accent?”
“No.”
“Ohh, you guys do the dirty talk?” Hammer crows. “That’d be a great article. Say a few lines for me,” he orders.
“No!” I give Matty a stern look that says if he opens his mouth right now, I’m shoving the entire vegetable tray in it.
He snaps his mouth shut. “Sorry, Hammer. No can do.”
“Man, bros before hoes,” Hammer mutters.
Later we watch a movie. During a particularly hot love scene, Matty gets up abruptly and hauls me into the bedroom. I might have been rubbing his dick under the blanket.
“You are going to pay for all that teasing.” He bends me over the bed and kicks my feet apart. Like I imagine it would be like if I got arrested. Suddenly, the image of hot Matty in a police uniform appearing at my apartment door pops into my head. I get a little excited. Okay, a lot excited.
Matty notices. “What’s got you all turned on?”
He rubs a hand over my ass.
“Don’t worry,” I tease. “I’m fantasizing about you.”
“Yeah? Well, tell me about it so I can make it good for you.”
And I realize one of the reasons I’m so willing to forgive him is because he does take all of the risk. There’s no shame in telling him what I want, because he wants it, too.
He is really in tome. Into us.
“I was thinking how this position makes me imagine Hot Cop Matty. Didn’t you say you wanted to be in the FBI?” He told me that after we went sledding, when we were talking about after the NFL and what else he’d do besides his Instagrammable tea parties.
He chuckles low and I feel it in my tummy. “What am I investigating?”
“Um, theft of state secrets.” I pluck something random out of the air.
“Alright, Miss Watson, I’m going to have to search you now. Don’t move.”
I wiggle my butt. “Shouldn’t a lady agent be doing this?”
He smacks me lightly. “You want to go to prison? Or do you want to make this problem go away?”
“Go away,” I say with a forced tremble in my voice.
He slides down to his knees. “Then you’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say it, aren’t you?”
This time when I speak, the quaver is entirely real. “Yes.”
He pushes my legs even wider apart. “Then you have to stay real still and real quiet while I eat your pussy. Otherwise, my partner’s going to hear you.” He leans forward and rubs his tongue along my entire sex. “And if he hears you, he’s going to come into this room and then I’m going to have to share you. I don’t want that, do you?”
I gulp. “No.”
“And if you’re not quiet and you’re not still, I’m going to come in my pants. We both know you want me in your mouth, don’t you?” He licks me again and again and again. I shove my face into the comforter and pant. Yes, God, yes, I want him in my mouth again. The heavy weight of him on my tongue, the way he looks at me like I’m the only light in a dark place, the way he moans and groans and jacks helplessly as I drive him completely and utterly out of his mind.
“Yes.”
“Then take your punishment like a good little girl.”
I’ll do the best that I can, Officer. I swear it.
* * *
“I NEED TO GO.” Reluctantly, I untangle myself from Matty’s embrace. The clock says the sun will be rising soon and I should get home. I’ve spent too much time with Matty this past week. This is going to be a tough day for Ace. As soon as Remington Barr announces his intentions to come to Western, Ace will be inundated with questions, and even though we haven’t talked much lately, I don’t want to rub any more salt on his wounds.
Matt’s unhappy I’m leaving. I see it in the straight line of his lips and the tenseness in his large frame. He doesn’t say anything while he throws back the covers and swings out of bed. My breath catches in the back of my throat at the lithe movement of his body. For a large man he’s very graceful.
He throws on a pair of sweatpants and then digs around in a dresser for socks.
I pause in zipping my jeans. “You don’t have to walk me home.”