Page 96 of Pucking Matt
She turns the music on as we drive to my place. I’m peeking over at her, wondering what it will be like when she has to pretend to be my girlfriend. She’ll have to be much more submissive than the state she’s currently in. I’m not sure I’ll like that.
When we pull up to my place, she says, “Do you want me to open the door for you?”
I joke, “Yeah, and unbuckle me.”
She leans over and presses the button. The seatbelt reels in as she lifts a brow. “I will not be reaching over you, Pearson.”
“Why not? It was kind of–”
“Let’s get out of here. I really want a cookie.” She opens her truck door, ignores me, and grabs the cookies from the back.
She doesn’t wait for me as she walks to the front door. I take a box from her arms and then open the front door, letting her walk in first.
“Who’s this?” Christian says when he turns around. “Oh, shit. I didn’t see you, Matt. I thought some hot chick was just walking in here.”
“Hi,” Amber says.
Zack is playing video games with him but hasn’t looked at us yet.
Christian says awkwardly. “Hi.”
“Christian. Amber. Amber. Christian. Zack.”
“Hi,” Amber says again.
Zack looks over and nods. “What’s up, Amber? Hey, you guys work together.”
Amber grins. “Yup. That’s me. Matt’s coworker. Want some cookies?”
“Fuck yeah,” Christian says, but I’m stopping her.
I say, “After. You can offer it to them after.”
“I told you I can only handle two,” she says while Zack and Christian are watching us.
I shake my head, taking the boxes to the kitchen table. Bringing them to my room would be incredibly awkward, and she might fight me because of it.
I open the box and say, “Take a bite out of each one.”
“No, I’m going to share. I don’t care about the cannoli or the raspberry lemonade.”
I grab the raspberry lemonade and hold it to her mouth. I whisper, “Just take a bite.”
She whispers, “You want to feed me?”
I look at her lips. “Yeah, that’s why I bought them.”
I’m big enough to be blocking Christian and Zack’s view right now. I bring the cookie to her lips, and I’m surprised she’s not fighting me on this. It’s a good thing she loves cookies.
“Mmm,” she says, eating it. I take a bite and then put it back in the box.
“It’s rich,” I say.
“Yeah. Kind of tangy.” She finishes what’s in her mouth. “Not a huge fan, but it’s not bad.”
I grab the cannoli cookie and bring it to her mouth. She whispers, “You’re feeding all of them to me?”
I shrug. “If I can get away with it, then yeah.”
