Maybe Matt's Miracle (The Reed Brothers 4)

“Such a pretty pu**y,” he says. “Spread yourself open with your fingers so I can see.”

My fingers part my slippery, wet folds, which are swollen and aching.

“Good girl,” he says.

“How do you know if I did it?”

“Because I can hear it in your voice, Sky.”

I can barely breathe.

“I hear every hitch and every gasp. I even hear what you don’t want me to hear.”

“Like what?”

“I hear your fears. I hear your aches. I hear your wants and needs. I hear it all.”

I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. “No one has ever heard me before.” A hot tear tracks slowly down the side of my face toward my hairline.

“I hear everything.” He waits another beat. “Touch your pu**y, Sky.”

I slide my fingers through my wetness.

“Dip inside and get your fingers wet.”

“How many fingers?”

He growls. “How many can you take?”

I slide my middle finger inside and pump in and out, and then add my index finger. And just when I think I can’t stand it, I stretch myself open by adding my ring finger. I’m too full to crook my fingers, but I don’t care. “Three,” I tell him.

“Jesus,” he breathes.

“What do you want me to do now, Matt?”

“Rub your clit.” He grunts, and I hear a slick sound on his end of the phone.

“Are you using lube?”

“Spit.” He grunts. “I was in a hurry.”

I rub my clit in a small circle. “I won’t last long,” I warn.

“Thank God,” he growls.

My clit is hard and swollen and oh so sensitive. My small circles just leave me wanting.

“Faster,” he urges. “I need to hear you come.”

“You waiting for me?” My breath stutters along with my heart.

“Always,” he sighs.

“Matt,” I cry out.

“That’s right,” he urges. “Say my name.”

“Matt, Matt, Matt,” I chant.

“It’s me making you come, Sky. Only me.” His voice is low and soft and hits the very center of me.

“Only you.”

“Me. And you.”

My legs quiver, and I know it’s time.

“Sky,” he pleads. “Please come.”

A moan leaves my throat as my body bows with pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” he says. He grunts, and I can tell he’s coming, too. “Please don’t stop,” he begs.

I cry out softly, my body racked with tremors.

“Don’t stop,” he says, his voice growing softer.

“Unh,” I groan. I have to stop. My clit is too sensitive, my body wrecked. I slow my fingers and let the small aftershocks take me. Sensitive and used, I stop rubbing my pu**y and listen to him breathe.

We sit like this for a moment, and then I hear him move.

“Stay with me, Matt,” I say.

“I’m not leaving you,” he says with a chuckle. “I just need to clean up. I’m kind of a mess.”

“Oh,” I breathe over a laugh. Forgot about that.

“Yeah,” he says. He moves around for a second, and then I hear his bed creak again. I imagine him settling back against the pillows, a content smile upon his face. “You okay?” he asks softly.

“Mmm hmm,” I hum.

He laughs. “And she’s speechless after that orgasm.”

I giggle. I can’t help it. I’m naked lying on top of my covers, and he just talked me through an orgasm over the phone. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“Learn,” he says over a snort. “Shit, I’ve never done that before. That was all you.” He chuckles. “I can’t believe I let you corrupt me like that.”

I can’t bite back my grin. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

He yawns. “You couldn’t stop me.”

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I wake up and look over at the clock. It’s two a.m., and I’m naked and cold on top of the covers. I get up and put on my jammies, then go the bathroom and wash my hands. I look in the mirror. I shake my head. A few short weeks ago, I was a single girl living my single life with a boyfriend who didn’t care about me. Now I have three kids who I am learning to love beyond anything I ever imagined, and I have Matt. I never knew I could feel the way I feel for Matt about anyone. I kind of feel sorry for Phillip. He never got me to this point, and I never gave him what I’m willing to give Matt.

I have this insatiable desire to go check on the girls. I walk down the hall and into their room. The night-light they can’t sleep without bathes the room in a soft glow. Mellie is on top of her covers, so I gently pull them from beneath her and cover her up. She snuffles into her pillow and rolls over. Joey rarely moves in her sleep, but I tug her covers up to her chin anyway. She doesn’t stir.

I want to check on Seth, too, but he’s a teenage boy, and I worry about opening his door. I decide not to chance it.

I walk into the living room and startle when I see a light on the end table turned on. Seth looks over his shoulder at me, closes the book he has open in his lap, and jams it into the cushions of the couch.

“Everything okay?” I ask. I sit down on the other end of the sofa and draw my feet up under me.

“Yeah.” I realize his eyes are wet, and he swipes a hand beneath his nose.