Page 14 of Accidentally Matched

Icould have easilyslept the whole day away and the next day, but I forced myself awake. As a regular insomniac, this is absolutely strange for me.

Where is my little Sweetpea? I roll over to the side of the bed, expecting to see her shell-shaped bed with silk sheets, then I realize I’m still in the hotel room.

Crap. I’d only booked the room for one night. That means I should have evacuated the room three hours ago, according to the time on my phone.

Newly discovered muscles ache as I reach for the phone to speak to someone at the front desk. And then I’m told the three guests who were with me paid for another night.

Okay, then.

My phone has a thousand messages on it, all from Clem and Haley. The instant I send a text back saying I’m fine and asking about Sweetpea, I get a group call from them.

“How could you leave us hanging like this?” Clem scolds.

“I was ready to send in a SWAT team,” Haley adds.

“And Sweetpea is fine. She’s having a spa day with the girls at Gigi’s. They’re not back for a couple of hours.” Clem says.

Oh, Sweetpea does love a good spa day, and Gigi’s is the best. Lucky bitch.

“What were you doing all this time?” Haley demands.

“Sleeping,” I say, yawning.

“You mean, sleeping as in sleeping withthem?” Clem whispers. “Are they still there?”

“No, sleeping by myself. And it’s the best sleep I’ve had in years. They left at some ungodly hour this morning.”

“Woman, what happened? How was it?” Haley doesn’t have the patience for anything.

“Perfect. I wonder why I waited so long to have sex; it’s freaking awesome,” I say. “But I’m sore in places I never knew could be sore. They were huge, and it hurt, but was so damn good.” I ignore the barrage of questions from my two best friends. We make everything a no-holds-barred collective activity.

“I need to sleep a little more,” I say above their questions. “Talk to you later. Love ya.” I disconnect and fall back onto the pillow. My eyes drift close as I relive every touch and feel every orgasm.

By the time I wake up, it’s early evening already, and I’m famished. I order some room service, take a shower, and pack up while I wait for my food.

I’ve put the four of us, Colter, Nolan, and Jace, on a group chat, and not one of them has accepted my invite. How are we going to keep communicating if they don’t join the group?

We still have a lot more to go through. Had they forgotten they’d brought my offered hundred hours of their time down to fifty hours? I hope they didn’t forget and think this was a one-and-done situation. I expect to get my hours in, one way or another.

Tomorrow night will be out of the question. It’s Haley’s mom’s birthday, and she’s throwing a huge party, so I won’t be available for anything. Everything would have been fine if they had given me a hundred hours to work with at leisure, like I asked.

I’ll give them the night to get back to me, and if they don’t, I’ll be showing up at their ranch tomorrow.

Oh, yes, we have a lot more to get through if the weight of the pink tote I’m carrying with all my sex paraphernalia now stored in it is anything to go by. They better be prepared because I’ve only just got started.

Clem and Haley drop Sweetpea off at my apartment, and I can’t stop cuddling her while I answer more questions from my friends, like actual size, how much it really hurt, did I laugh, did I cry, did they kiss me, did I call out Henry Cavill’s name because he’s been my fantasy husband forever and a day now?

Once they’re gone, it’s nighttime, and I can’t sleep. So I lay there, awake with my thoughts.

Why didn’t they kiss me?

Why haven’t they accepted my invitation to the group chat yet? How could they miss the notification?

After a very restless night, my crankiness in the morning moves me forward. I take an ‘everything shower,’ don a brand-new set of very provocative underwear, pink of course, and slip into a summer dress that completely contrasts with what I’m wearing underneath.

I ruffle through my sex tote and transfer a flogger, a pair of nipple clamps, and a G-spot stainless steel dildo thingy that has two knobs on either end into my oversized handbag, and then I’m off to the Lone River Ranch

By the end of the day I will be spanked, know what nipple clamps feel like, and squirted as per the G-spot thingy. And then it’s off to Haley’s mom’s birthday party to dance my feet off.

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