Page 64 of Hard Tail
Chapter Twenty
I woke up slowly, which was probably just as well. Wolverine appeared to have migrated in the night from the duvet to my chest, his fur tickling my nose. Startling him could easily have resulted in multiple lacerations. Except…wasn’t that fur the wrong colour? I blinked, blearily. If that was Wolverine on my chest, then whose arm was around my waist?
My heart gave a leap as events washed back into my memory. It wasn’t Wolverine; it was Matt, and he was finally mine. I blew gently on the curls tickling my nose, and Matt stirred, making a “Mmmmph” kind of noise. It was easily the most adorable thing I’d ever heard in my life. I shifted around until we were lying on our sides, chest to chest, with my arms holding him tight. Matt still wasn’t more than half awake—at least, most of him wasn’t. Part of him was very definitely bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
So to speak.
I kissed the top of his head, and he mumbled again and shifted until his lips met my neck. As we nuzzled, our cocks got busy saying good morning to each other, and Matt managed to get a hand down between us to help them along, obviously more awake than he’d appeared. He pumped us together in a sleepy rhythm that was far more effective than it ought to have been. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly. “That’s…God!” I gasped.
“Mm, yeah…” His strokes speeded up, getting harder as they got faster.
“Matt!” I shouted as my climax thundered through me. His eyes sprang open as if I’d just shoutedFire!“Shit,” I panted. “Sorry—did I put you off?”
Matt grinned. “Nah, just made me jump. But, you know, not in a bad way.” He let go of our cocks, mine now very deflated and frankly grateful not to get any more stimulation, but his still hard as a rock.
“Do you want me to take over?” I asked, kissing along his stubble-rough jawline and down to his neck.
“God, yeah,” he whispered right into my ear.
I slid my hand down and, on a whim, slathered it liberally with the mess I’d just made before wrapping my fingers firmly around Matt’s cock. “Oh, yeah,” he murmured, his eyes dropping shut again as I pumped him up and down. “That’s…yeah. God, don’t stop.”
“Not planning to,” I promised, speeding up a little. The look on his face was incredible, and my heart melted, full of love and fierce possessiveness. Matt groaned incoherently, and when I slithered down in the bed a bit so I could suck on his nipple, he bucked once, twice—then came, hot liquid spurting up onto my shoulder.
He grabbed hold of me and pulled me up to kiss me, apparently not bothered by my no doubt appalling morning breath—after all, I’d never got around to cleaning my teeth after sucking him off. Ye gods, my breath must have hummed. By a weird process of association my thoughts strayed to Wolverine and from there to Adam. “Do you think he’s still here?” I wondered.
“Who?” Matt asked sleepily. “Oh—Adam? What time is it?”
I struggled round reluctantly to look at the clock. “God—eleven o’clock. We’d better get up.”
“Thought you weren’t opening the shop today?”
“No, but we probably ought to put a notice up.Closed due to family emergencyor something.” And there was the other thing, but I couldn’t face breaking the mood just yet.
“I can do that, if you like,” Matt offered. “It won’t take a mo to cycle round.”
“Okay—but have some breakfast first,” I insisted.
After all, it was in my vested interest to keep his strength up.
We pulled on some clothes and plodded downstairs to find Adam still dozing on the sofa, although Wolverine had abandoned him to glare pointedly at his empty bowl. I gave Adam a gentle shake as Matt did the important stuff, i.e. feeding the cat.
“Whassup?” Adam muttered drowsily.
“Adam? It’s eleven o’clock. I thought I’d better wake you,” I said.
He blinked at me, his eyes gradually focussing. “Tim! You ’n’ Matt all right?”
“Yeah,” I said, with probably the world’s soppiest smile on my face. “We’re all right.”
Adam grinned. “I better bugger off, then.” He swung his legs off the sofa and stood up, stretching his unfeasibly long arms out wide. “Look after ’im,” he said and loped off, pausing only to direct a cheery wave at Matt in the kitchen on his way out.
“Thanks, Adam,” I said. “Thanks for everything.”
It was late enough that when Matt cooked up some eggs, even I was keen to demolish a plateful and mop up the last of the yolk with some bread and butter. While I washed up, he nipped off to the shop to hang up the sign. My phone rang while he was out, but on seeing it was Mum, I switched it off guiltily. I really couldn’t face talking to her with all this hanging over my head. As predicted, Matt was back within half an hour, his face shining and his hair tousled from the ride.
All I wanted to do was hold him, but it was time to broach a possibly uncomfortable subject.
“Matt, I’m afraid, ah, Kate’s coming round later. You know, my, er, wife.” I winced as I said theW-word. “She’s coming to help me out with the legal stuff.” I’d rung her last night from the police station—just to ask about lawyers down here—but once she’d heard the story, she’d insisted on coming down herself, probably to check I hadn’t gone completely round the bend.
