Sloan nodded, then rose to join her on the bed, keeping enough distance that she could watch but not touch.
“I like it when you’re in control of yourself,” Matty said, her palm sliding down her torso to find her clit again, this time fully on show. “It’s hot. Just like earlier…” She rubbed tight circles. “So hot when you get all protective.”
“Because you’re mine.”
“I am, baby. I’m all yours…” Matty sped up her movements. “Are you wet, baby?”
“I’m everything.” Sloan couldn’t look away. “Turned on…wet…needy…”
“Get undressed for me,” Matty said, slipping her fingers lower and pressing inside. “Oh, God…”
Sloan moved slowly, torn between coming closer to watch every detail and getting naked, ready to join in when she was allowed.
“Sloan…” Matty’s voice went low. “I asked you to do something.” Her fingers slid in and out with ease. Slowly, meticulously.
Matty smiled as Sloan shuffled back and stood, pulling off her jumper, unclasping her bra and dropping it on top of the pile. Her nipples were already hard.
Matty thrust deeper, speeding up. “I want to come for you.”
Sloan hurried, pushing her slacks and underwear down and kicking them off, just in time to climb back onto the bed and watch as Matty’s palm pressed hard to her clit, her body tensing and releasing as the orgasm built, then broke.
Matty shuddered. “Now…you can use…your mouth and then...I want the strap.”
Epilogue
Three months passed—three blissful months of Sloan piecing together Gloria's care team and Matty quietly beginning to job-hunt.
She still had Art, so she wasn’t desperate. But she wanted to start paying her way again.
Autumn was edging in—cooler days, biting air—and Matty skated through the centre of town towards a café. Outside tables sat mostly empty, everyone else choosing the warmth indoors, but Matty smiled when she spotted Gloria waiting on her scooter like she owned the whole square.
“You took ya time,” Gloria said, grinning. “I ordered a latte for you.”
“Thanks.” Matty rolled to a stop and dropped into the nearest chair. She bent, untied her skates, and slid her feet into her Vans with a little sigh of relief.
“Any luck?” Gloria asked.
“I put my CV in to a few places.”
“Something will come up.”
“I hope so.” Matty blew out a breath. “I don’t like living off Sloan. It’s not who I am.”
Gloria’s grin turned wicked. “It’s cheaper than when she had to pay you to check on me.”
“True.” Matty took a sip. “I need to up my rate for sexual favours.”
Gloria snorted so hard she nearly choked on her coffee.
They fell into an easy quiet, watching people drift past, carrying shopping bags, pushing prams, commuters cutting through the square—until Matty’s stomach dropped so fast it felt like she’d missed a step.
She turned sharply in her seat, coffee forgotten. “I think that’s her.”
“Who?” Gloria craned her neck. “What am I looking at?”
“Across the square. Outside the empty shop beside Come Again. Dark hair. Green top.”
Gloria scanned, then locked on. “Her, her?”
