Tied with Me (With Me in Seattle 6)

“He’ll never make you think that you take a back seat to the job,” Caleb adds.

“I have no complaints about Matt’s job,” I reply honestly. “I’m proud of him. He’s a good cop. I know it’s demanding, and I’m sure there will be times that it’s damn inconvenient, but it is what it is.”

I shrug, and both Brynna and Caleb seem to visibly relax.

“I like you,” Caleb comments. “I think you’re very good for my brother.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. “I hope you’re right.”

***

I can’t stop thinking about him. I lay my e-reader on the end table and rub my eyes with the pads of my fingers.

I have no idea how long I’ve been staring at the same paragraph, thinking about Matt. I haven’t heard from him yet, but that doesn’t surprise me. If he got called in, he’s busy.

How is it that I miss having him here in my bed with me and we’ve only been seeing each other for such a short time? Maybe he’d read to me, or watch a movie.

Or make love.

My body flares at the thought, and I shift my hips, rubbing my legs together, trying to ease the ache between them.

I want him.

Finally, I pick up my phone and send him a text.

Please get out of my head. I’m trying to sleep.

I watch the phone intently for several minutes, and finally he responds.

You’re always in my head. Are you okay?

I grin and begin to type.

Yes, I’m fine. Miss u. Wish u were here. I’m naked.

I giggle and roll onto my belly, waiting impatiently for his response.

Killing me. Are you wet?

Been thinking of u, so YES!

I bite my lip, watching my phone. After a few minutes, it rings.

“Hello?”

“You’re killing me, baby.”

“I thought we were going to have fun text sex,” I reply with a giggle.

“I needed to hear your voice.” He sounds tired. Frustrated.

“Tough night?”

“Yeah, and it’s going to be a long one. Asher and I will be working through the day tomorrow, too.”

“Do you still want the cupcakes you mentioned this morning?” I ask and roll back over, staring at the ceiling.

“Definitely. That might be the only time I get to see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll have them ready for you,” I promise him.

“Back to the subject at hand.”

I hear his grin, and I can’t help but smile back and clutch the phone a little tighter.

“You say you’re wet?”

“And horny as hell,” I reply.

“What are you doing about that?” His voice has gone soft as velvet, but it’s also taken on that edge it gets when he slips into his bedroom Dom mode, and heat immediately floods my body.

“I wasn’t doing anything about it yet,” I reply, my voice harsh now.

“I want you to spread those soft thighs of yours and plunge two fingers inside yourself. Now.”

I follow his direction and groan at the erotic feeling of having his voice in my ear and my own fingers deep inside me.

“Matt,” I groan.

“Now rub the ball of your hand over your clit. Hard, baby.”

I moan and rub my clit vigorously as I move my fingers in and out of me quickly. Fuck me, just the sound of his voice sends me out of my mind.

“Babe, I’m gonna come,” I moan.

“I need you to come fast for me, little one, and I’ll finish the job myself tomorrow night. That’s a promise.”

“Oh God.”

“I’m going to tie you up and lick you from head to toe, Nic. Would you like that?”

“Holy shit,” I moan and come apart at the seams, thrashing, my legs rubbing against each other, draining every ounce of pleasure from my clit I possibly can.

“That’s my girl,” he croons in my ear. “Good girl.”

“I miss you,” I choke out. I love you!

“Tomorrow night, I promise.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath and then laugh. “That was fun.”

“For you. I’m going to have to take a minute before I go back into the office so Asher doesn’t get a look at the wood I’m sporting.”

I giggle and roll onto my side. “If I was there, I could take care of that for you.”

“God, stop talking like that, baby.”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

“Does the door lock?”

“Are you suggesting I jack off in a storage closet?” he asks in surprise.

“I would love to hear you come,” I whisper.

“I’ll come for you all night tomorrow night, sweetheart.”

I grin. “I can’t wait.”

“Good night, love.”

“Good night.” Love.

Chapter Fourteen

“There’s someone at the door,” Anastasia announces as she walks into the kitchen. “We still have twenty minutes before we open, but he says he knows you and to check your phone.”

I pull my phone out of my pocket and see two texts.

Asher and I will be at the shop in 30.

We are at the front door. Your faithful employee doesn’t trust that I know you.

I run out to unlock the door for them, grinning when I see Matt leaning his ass on the glass, dressed in jeans and a blue button-down that I know matches his eyes.

His ass looks amazing in jeans.

He turns and smiles at me as I unlock the door, step back to let him and Asher in, and then lock the deadbolt again.

“Sorry we’re early,” Asher says as he saunters over to the glass case to ogle the treats inside.

“You’re fine,” I reply. “Anastasia, this is Matt and Asher.”

“Sorry.” She blushes and shrugs. “I just don’t feel comfortable opening the door early to people I don’t recognize.”

“You did the right thing,” Asher assures her.

“How are you?” Matt asks softly and cups my cheek in his hand.

“Happy to see you,” I reply and turn my face to press a kiss to his warm palm. God, I’m so mushy.

His eyes flare with happiness, then darken when I skim my teeth over the base of his thumb.

“Keep that up and I’ll have you tied up in that apron and against the wall of your kitchen in one minute,” he whispers into my ear before kissing my cheek and pulling back, grinning wolfishly.

“Promises, promises,” I tease. “I have your cupcakes ready to go.” Keeping his hand in mine, I lead him to the kitchen, where his boxes are waiting for him. “I hope everyone likes them.”