Page 13 of Matteo's Mettle
“I…what?” The disbelief in his tone is palpable.
Instead of giving in to the urge to pull over so I can lean across the center console and wrap him in a strong hug, I squeeze his hand as tightly as I can. “You heard me.”
“Yeah, but…”
I stay silent, waiting for him to get his thoughts together.
It takes a bit longer this time before he sighs heavily. “My ex introduced me to age play,” he begins, and it’s not what I was expecting, not by a long shot. “I was in my early thirties. Nowhere near this bulky. Only a couple of tatts.”
“Okay…”
Turning his head to look out the window, he continues, “Obviously, I loved it. It was…freeing, I guess, and it spoke to me like nothing else I’d ever experienced. And it worked well for us. We, uh, we were together for almost ten years.”
Whoa. “That’s impressive.”
“Yeah, well, it felt less than impressive when he dumped me. It felt more like a waste. Of my time, my youth, my…”
“Love?”
I catch his nod again out of the corner of my eye and give his hand another squeeze.
“I felt stupid. Especially because he was clear that, uh…”
Realization dawns. “He said you were too old and too buff.” I frown. “But he was with you all that time.”
“Bingo.” Matt sounds resigned. “All those years where he pretended to be into the changes I was making…”
“Yeah, but you did that for you, not for him.”
“And fucked myself over.”
“Why? Because a bunch of close-minded dickwads said you don’t look the part? Last time I checked, it takes all sorts to make the world go around.Ilove seeing you little. There’s something about the contrast of such a huge, alpha-looking kind of dude looking all soft and cute and cuddly.” It’s word vomit. A stream-of-consciousness ramble that bypasses my filter. I feel my own cheeks heat after the words register in my brain. “Sorry. That was too much.”
“You really meant that.” He says after a moment, clearly stunned.
My head bobs. “Confession time,” I acknowledge lightly. “Imayhave a type.”
“Let me guess,” there’s a confidence in his voice now that I haven’t heard from him yet, and it sends a thrill of arousal straight through me. “Your type is huge, alpha-looking kind of dudes with unexpected soft sides who are old enough to actually be your father?”
There’s nineteen years between us, so technically he’s not wrong.
“What do you know?” I drawl, finally managing to summon my usual flirtatious tone. “You got it in one.”
Chapter Five – Matteo
“Would you, uh, like to come in?” I ask London when we pull up at my place. It’s been too long since I brought someone home from the club, and we both know that I’m not asking him in just for coffee. But there’s a part of me that wants to ask for more than just one night, too.
I have to smother those urges. I’ve always been the type to get ahead of myself, and tonight is proving to be no different.
Honestly, tonight has been surreal. This kid (thisman, I correct myself) has been so unexpected. The things he said about his burgeoning interest in being a Daddy rattle around in my brain on repeat. I’m relieved he didn’t say that it came on suddenly when he saw me, as powerful a rush as that would have given my ego. Sexual attraction to another person is not reason enough to throw yourself headfirst into a Daddy/little relationship, right? I mean, okay, I got into it for Trent, but we’d already been together for a few months at that stage.
Anyway, that’s not the point. And it’s not like London said he wants a relationship, even if that’s where my thoughts keep drifting.
Ugh. My brain is a mess. I went into the club tonight thinking that it was the end of that part of my life, and then London turned up and suddenly I havehope. It’s a dangerous feeling.
What does it say about me that I’m allowing myself to get so invested after a few hours with the guy? A guy who is almost twenty years my junior, at that. Not that age should matter between consenting adults, but I feel a kind of skeevy lusting after him all the same. Not to mention asking him into my home, openly inviting him in for sex.
London turns off the ignition and looks me in the eye. His blue eyes are warm but assessing. “Is that what you want?”
