“Shh.”
He kissed the side of my neck, then my shoulder, as the water ran over us both. “Let me.” He took the soap from my hand.
I let him.
His touch was slow, deliberate, soapy circles over my back and chest, down my arms, lingering, like he had all morning to memorize me. When his hand dipped lower and his fingers ghosted over the curve of my ass, I tensed and glanced back at him.
“Sore?” He brushed right over where he’d been inside me last night.
“Yeah.”
He smirked. “How are you gonna ride a horse all day?”
I snorted, leaning into the wall. “Should’ve thought of that before riding your fat ass dick that last round.”
I’d been exhausted but determined to get him off again. Grabbing his legs, I’d ridden the fuck out of his dick until he nutted inside me. Then I’d kept riding him until I came.
Matty’s laugh was low, and he pressed another kiss to my neck. He didn’t push for more, just washed me like I was something to take care of. I kissed him back when he leaned in, warm water streaming over our faces, and for a while we stayed like that, close, quiet, steady.
Eventually, I broke away to rinse off and stepped out. He turned off the water, followed me, and wrapped a towelaround his waist. After quickly drying off, I sifted through his walk-in closet.
“Dammit, Matt. I knew you loved flannels, but sheesh. Where’s the variety?”
“Stop your whining and pick something.” He came up behind me, grabbed a T-shirt and jeans, and handed them to me, but didn’t immediately let them go.
“Matt, you’re going to make me late.”
“Can’t I get a kiss as a thank you?”
“I kissed you so many times in the shower.”
He fucking pouted, and I had no choice but to press a kiss to his lips, which he took too far by clutching the back of my head and sticking his tongue down my throat. I swatted him, and he laughed, side-stepping me to grab similar clothes for himself.
Finally, we made it downstairs. My hair was still damp, and Matty was doing a terrible job hiding his smugness. His cockiness was back in spades, but I preferred it to his being grumpy.
But why couldn’t he be normal and not have that shit-eating grin on his face that practically bragged to the world that he’d scored big last night?
We’d just hit the bottom step when Ozzie walked by carrying a carafe of orange juice. His mouth curved into a knowing smirk. “We’re having breakfast in the dining room with Ivy. You should join us.”
I narrowed my eyes, my face burning at the way he glanced from me to Matty. “Stop looking at us like that.”
“Like what?” His tone was all innocence, but his grin didn’t fade. “Can’t I be glad you’re finally acknowledging the chemistry between you? Come on. Ivy’s already started on breakfast. You’ll have to let her stay over again for a sleepover, Hudson. Gray adores having her with us.”
“Actually, I’ll check up on Ivy, then head off for work.” The idea of walking into a family breakfast with Matty made my pulse jump. Gray was my boss. I couldn’t sit at a private breakfast table with him. It was too intimate. I’d already intruded by sleeping in his house.
Matty’s hand came to rest warm and steady between my shoulder blades, guiding me forward. “Out of the question. What kind of man would I be if I let you go to a physically demanding job without food after last night?”
Ozzie burst out laughing, and I elbowed Matty in the stomach for being so damn loud. He scowled and rubbed his ribs.
“What?” he grumbled. “We’re all grown-ups here. What do you think he’s been doing with my dad?”
We followed Ozzie into the dining room, the scent of coffee and toast wrapping around us. Gray sat at the head of the table, mug in hand, while Ivy was perched in the chair beside him, rocking her little body from side to side.
She was happy.
Her whole face lit up when she saw me. “Daddee!” she chirped, waving like we hadn’t seen each other in weeks.
“Morning, Gray.” I thought I sounded normal, but who knew? He gave me a smile and a nod as I crossed the room to my daughter. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then pulled her into a hug. “Missed you, Bug. Didn’t you miss me?”
