He squirms around and then pushes himself into a sitting position astride my lap, his dark hair falling into his face. He glances down at me and my hands instinctively thread through those strands and tug. He lets out a puff of breath and his eyelids flutter shut.
To watch him fuck me.
I might die if that ever happens.
“Up we go,” I say even though neither of us moves.
“You really need to stop touching me like this,” he says, and I tug his hair harder, making him let out a grunt.
“Only if you ask me nicely.”
He keeps his lips sealed shut as he hovers over me for a minute more before he finally shakes his head a little, loosening my grip on him, and hops out of bed.
“Alright, enough of that,” he says, running a hand down his face, looking a little flushed.
I sit up and adjust my dick when he’s not looking. Don’t need to scare him off when I’ve succeeded in drawing him so close.
“How about I order a charcuterie board?” I suggest as I grab my phone. “There’s a place just down the street that delivers and they have the nicest shit.”
“Yeah, okay,” he says and then bites his bottom lip. “Can we just sit out on the porch again?”
“Of course, love,” I say and slip my arm through his, leading him out back as my fingers quickly place the order for the food platter. “How about some more wine?”
“Probably just some water for me. I’m pretty groggy.”
“Of course,” I say as I grab two bottles of water and a bottle of wine as we go.
“Even your water is expensive,” Matthew says with a scoff as he twists the cap off.
“Only the best for my boo.”
He rolls his eyes at me and then flinches when his phone rings.
“Who is it?”
“Mitch,” he says, clicking the side button of the phone and silencing it.
“Haven’t spoken with him yet?”
“No. I mean, I’ve messaged him, but I need to talk to him about shit. I’ll meet him tomorrow at the gym and let him know what’s up.”
I hum and settle him into a lounge chair, pulling mine up close to his. I’d like to push my luck and cuddle him to me, but I think he needs his space. Too much too fast will make him run.
Which means I’d have to chase after him. And I’m really not all that athletic.
“Good. Make sure you tell him I said hi.”
He scoffs at that. “I fucking won’t.”
My mouth splits in a grin. “I know, but it sure is fun to tease you about it. Now, tell me all about Mitch. I know Max pretty well, mostly from what Beau has gushed about him. And Magnus is my spirit animal, but Mitch is a mystery.”
Matthew shifts in his seat, his eyes staring off into the distance.
“Um, well, to understand Mitch, you’ll have to know about the dynamics of our family, I guess. Max and I were always the closest, in age and personality. Magnus was always shy and quiet, always did his own thing, was his own person. Mitch is the opposite. He’s always been loud and aggressive. Set in his ways. Stubborn. Intimidating. It’s hard to get along with someone like that. You know, to get close to them.”
“Sounds like he needs someone to take him down a notch or two.”
“Well, based on how we all treated Magnus, and how I treated Max when he started seeing Beau, I think we all need to be taken down a notch or ten.”