Page 52 of Roleplay at Randy's
“Let’s call it payback for the ‘kinky foreplay’ I walked in on.”
“If you had called me before showing up on my doorstep, you wouldn’t have walked in on anything,” I deadpan and point a finger at her. “Besides, we were completely decent when I opened the door.”
A cough has me looking over my shoulder, spotting Matty with two plates in his hands and a blush on his cheeks.
“I hope everybody eats chicken nuggets and french fries, because I can only handle one picky eater at a time.”
The humor in his voice makes me smile, and when he leans over the back of the couch to set the plates on the coffee table, I catch him by the back of the neck before he can straighten. He squeaks just as I cover his mouth with my own.
I’m not sure if this is okay—we haven’t had a chance totalk about it—but when a hand snakes down my chest and grips onto my shirt, I don’t think he minds it.
Kissing Matty is addictive, borderline obsession-inducing.
When a moan slips from his lips to mine he breaks away with an even deeper flush and a content sigh.
“Thank you,” I whisper, stroking his cheek with my thumb and watching him hide his burgeoning smile with the hair curtaining his face.
“Speaking of foreplay,” Miya pipes in, making Matty bury his face in my neck. “The poor boy looks like you used him as a snacking board.”
Matty’s head snaps up and his hand flies to his neck. It’s adorable how easily flustered he is, and when I give him my full attention—hot damnI did a number on him. He’s wearing a loose tank top, and his neck and chest are covered in little, purple splotches.
I may have gone a bit overboard, but it fills me with satisfaction to know that beneath the fabric there are even more, all the way down to his pubic bone.
I haven’t even begun to have enough of him.
“Are you staying the whole month?” I divert attention back to my sister, trying to save Matty a little bit of embarrassment, and the way his fingers squeeze my shoulder show his appreciation.
“For the most part. I’ll fly back a couple of days before to make sure everything is okay.”
“Be honest, you just came because you want that bachelorette party at the club.”
Miya’s eyes light with mischief. “Only if I can get a lap dance out of that one.” She motions to Matty, and he nearly chokes on his own laugh.
“I’m not—I don’t dance like that. I’d just humiliate myself.”
My sister cocks her head, her grin growing even more sinister.
She’s having too much fun with him.
“That’s okay, babycakes,” she says, batting her lashes and switching her focus to me. “My darling brother can teach you all about the art of seductive dancing.”
I want to tell him that he has nothing to worry about in that department; he’s already sexy as fuck anytime he loses himself in the music.
“The two of you are a dangerous combination,” he grumbles as he heads back to the kitchen, and it’s totally okay for me to check out his ass now, right?
“I’m seriously so fucking happy for you, Ei. You’ve needed someone in your life for a while now.”
I frown, giving Miya my attention now that Matty is out of sight. “You know why I haven’t.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, and it’s a load of bull. Look how happy Calum is.”
My son is excitedly showing Matty something on his tablet, and his face lights up even more when Matty responds with a smile. It warms my heart to no end to see them getting along.
“And if I had casually dated and let just anyone around him?” I shake my head. “I have to give so much of myself to being Cal’s dad. I don’t have much room left for being a boyfriend.”
“Looks to me like someone doesn’t mind sharing.”
If my sister had her way, I’d be getting hitched right alongside her so she could check worrying about my happiness off of her list of lifetime responsibilities. I’m halfconvinced she only cares so much about the Matty situation so she has someone to pass the torch to.
