Unwrapped

She rose and sauntered over to him before kneeling at his feet. Her gaze remained on his as she pulled him free of his pajamas and swiftly drew the dark red head of his cock between her lips. “Mmm. Looks like you enjoyed the show.” Smiling, she flicked her tongue around the rim and cleaned up the drops of precum that had escaped.

Matt closed his eyes. God, she definitely wasn’t a virgin at giving BJs.

Or anything else anymore.

She dipped the tip of her tongue in the slit, sliding back and forth. She moaned around him when he fisted his hands in her hair, directing her to swallow more. To take all of him and use those talented throat muscles to push him over. She worked harder, her cheeks hollowing for maximum suction.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah.” He growled and dragged her up and down his dick. She didn’t hold back, making delicious little slurping noises that shoved him closer to the end zone. Then she uttered a sound of approval, a purring hum, and he lost it.

A red haze descended over his vision, and his balls cramped. Her mouth felt too damn good, and he’d missed her so much, even over the past couple of days. After experiencing this with her—with them—how could she have asked them to go back to “just friends”?

Why had he pretended he could?

“Cait,” he whispered, drawing her back just enough so he could stare into her slumberous blue eyes.

His orgasm shot through him and into her mouth, raining down her throat while his spasms spun out in endless waves. His legs trembled, and he breathed in pants, overcome by the feelings she’d brought to the surface.

She slid up his body, tugging up his pajamas as she went, and gave him a hard kiss, locking her hands around his neck to fuse them together. The taste of beer still lingering on her tongue along with his own release made another growl sound in his chest, and he scooped her up, covering her mouth again as he lowered her to his bed.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk for the rest of the night.” He pulled open Tristan’s shirt and dotted her neck and shoulders with wet, openmouthed kisses that made her arch and moan. “Maybe not tomorrow either.”

“God, please. I’ve missed you.”

He laid both hands on the sides of her face, driving his hips against hers. She wasn’t wearing panties, and he could feel how wet she was even through his pants. “You’re sure?” he asked, shocked to feel his heart seize up as he waited for the answer.

He’d known he loved her and Tristan, but right here, right now, he realized how much he needed them as a part of his life. Even if that life had to be lived behind closed doors for the time being, he needed to hear her say the words.

“Yes. I’m sure.” She cuffed his wrists in her fingers and bowed up to press her lips to his. “I love you, Matt.”

He hoped his face didn’t look as red as his hot cheeks suggested. He’d never blushed before in his life, but damn if Cait hadn’t turned him into a flushed, stammering fool. “Re—” He grinned and tried again. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” She lifted her brows. “Now’s when you say ‘I love you, Cait,’ by the way.”

He laughed and rubbed his nose against hers, enjoying teasing her. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. Even when you’re stupid.”

“Ditto.” She nipped his chin and rubbed against him plaintively. “Now about that fucking you promised me…”

A knock came at the door, and he turned his head, expecting Tris. Instead his mom leaned in, already chattering.

“Forgot my blasted toothbrush. Can you believe it? Edna dropped me off, and I told her I’d just come over tomorrow. I wanted to have breakfast with you in the morning anyway.” She fell silent, apparently noticing her son wasn’t alone in his bed.

For a brief instant, she frowned. Then she smiled so widely her cheeks threatened to crack. “Oh thank God. I was beginning to wonder if you were gay.”

Laughing with delight—and so occupied by her excitement she clearly didn’t notice the horrified look Matt exchanged with Cait—his mother rushed into the room.

“Caitlyn, honey, I couldn’t be happier for you both. You’re the perfect girl for my Matthew.” She beamed as if she hadn’t noticed what she’d almost walked into. “You’ve made my Christmas!”

“Uh, Mom, there’s more to this than you know.”

Cait must’ve felt him brace because she laid a hand on his chest. Her expression told him to wait. Since he really had no desire to have this discussion with his mother while his regenerating erection still sought Cait’s warmth, he nodded.

Later would be soon enough.

He moved off Cait and couldn’t help laughing at the way his mother barreled into his arms. She gave the same treatment to Cait, bundling the girl up in the hug to end all hugs. “This is wonderful. Just wonderful. I’m so happy.” She tipped up Cait’s head and peered into her face. “Are you happy?”

She aimed a quick, panicked glance at Matt before returning her gaze to his mother. “Yes. Yes, of course I am.”

“And you? You’re happy, Matthew?”