Theo’s face is flushed, and he keeps staring at my hand on his dick, so I add some lube and start moving, paying very close attention to what he likes and which moves don’t get me his adorable whimpers and sighs.
Then he starts babbling. My quiet little Theo starts off with “Matt” and then fills in a few “I needs” and “that feels,” sprinkled with a “please” or two right before he gives this sexy little sound. I don’t know what to call it. It’s not a whimper or a groan, but something on the level of both.
His little pleas are music to my ears, the kind of eager boy I always am looking for to join me in bed.
And then he comes, releasing all over my hand and himself.
I cannot get my own pants down fast enough. My cock is hard as fuck and needs relief now. But when I realize my hand isn’t lubed up with, well, lube, but with Theo’s release, getting me off takes an embarrassingly few strokes.
Theo is covered in my release, chin to abs, and it is sexy as shit. I want to rub it into his skin and make it stay there.
Powdered donuts and me. That’s all he needs to smell like.
“Goddamn, sweetness, that was enough to make my head spin.” I move up his body for a kiss.
Slowly, I get up to go find a towel. When I return, despite it being late afternoon at best, Theo is out like a light. His beautiful face looks peaceful and even younger.
And damn near perfect in my bed.
Chapter 6: Theo
I’m in Matt’s bed, wedged between a purring kitten to my left and a warm Matt, spooned against my back, to the right. Apparently, he’s a cuddler. Apparently, so am I.
I let myself take a deep breath of the vanilla-and-spice smell of him, in his bedsheets and coming off his skin. Almost like pumpkin, apples, and cinnamon. All those spiced fall scents people love for how it makes them feel comfortable and at home. It is sosafehere underneath Matt’s warm body, with the soft bed beneath me.
Is that a rich-person thing? Mattress quality? I grew up well-off, but I don’t remember ever thinking about it. Maybe Matt’s and the one at Black Bear are just that dramatically different from the thin one in my room.
Matt’s large hand spans my abs, and the back of my head is tucked against his neck.
I shouldn’t have kissed him the first time. Or the second. Or any of them.
It just felt so good, and it had been so long. My only excuse for the past month is none at all—pure greed and neediness. I wanted something that felt good. Even if only for a little while. Tomorrow, I have to meet with Deny, and those monthly meetings fill me with such fucking dread I just want some way to avoid thinking of him all night. Dreading him.
The same line of thinking made me launch myself at Matt, earlier. Sure, I’m horny as fuck after all the kissing we have done for the past month. I can’t relax in my cold room enough to pull up the memory of Matt’s mouth on mine and jack off. The shower is too cold, too, and not private. It’s a communal bathroom, like jacking off in a gym locker room.
But with Matt’s hands on me, I can hardly think beyond bodily needs.
I need to get up, though. I have a Black Diamond shift tonight, and then I need to get up early for the meeting.
Thanks to my side-gig with Maxine, I can start putting just a bit of money away and pay Deny more. I think I found a place in the storage room for my emergency fund. No matter how well hidden, I don’t want to keep it in my unsecured room.
This close to the end of the month, though, I feel Deny’s eyes everywhere, and I don’t want to move any cash just yet. Even with Matt’s warm presence, I can’t stop worrying about the next twenty-four hours. Last month, Deny hit first and asked questions later. I can’t imagine what this month will be like, hanging over my head like my own little storm cloud.
I’ll have to avoid Matt, hide the bruises for a week or so.
Then there is the guilt. Ever since Matt came home worried about his pastry chef, I’ve been avoiding the situation. I can’t touch it. Nico will find out and bring scandal to Matt’s restaurant. I can’t be the one to tarnish that dream for him. Even if I could help him. Even if I itch to bake in a place like Summit House.
I turn in his arms, and he barely cracks open an eye.
“I have to go to work,” I tell him, with a quick kiss. “Thanks for cleaning me up.”
With a rumbly grunt, Matt throws his thigh over my hip, letting me burrow into him. I hope his scent lingers on me all night. “Thank you for coming so hard you passed out. It did wonders for my ego,” he mumbles into my hair.
I laugh as he presses a sleepy kiss to my lips.
“I like naps,” he muses. “Haven’t had one in a while.”
“Do you know where my clothes are?” They aren’t on me.
