Page 24 of Tricia’s Manster

Once again, I’m hit with awe that somehow, he came into my life. If I wouldn’t have done that shift, I might never have met him. And I wouldn’t have needed that shift if I hadn’t spent far too much on my trip to see my friends at Clarissa’s new place. That thought sends a flicker of unease through me. The love spell that we cast looms large in my head once again.

Matt pulls back the covers and pats the mattress next to him in invitation. I feel kinda weird slipping into bed naked. Quickly, I find my underwear and shirt, pulling them both on before I crawl into bed beside him.

He puts his phone down on his nightstand and turns to me. “Spend the night?” he asks, his brown eyes warm as they regard me.

Licking my lips, I nod, thankful that I switched to an IUD a few months ago, so now I don’t have to panic about not taking my birth control pills nightly like I did in the past.

“Need to be up by a certain time?”

“No,” I say, feeling my eyelids growing heavy as the warmth his big body radiates lulls me into sleep.

“I need to be up early for work, but you sleep as long as you need,” he murmurs, his lips skimming my forehead in the sweetest of kisses. A smile turns up my lips as sleep claims me.

***

Rolling and stretching, warm contentment hums through me. I snuggle back into the soft pillow, breathing in the fresh, slightly manly scent of it, secure in the knowledge that my alarm hasn’t gone off and I don’t need to be at work until this afternoon.

My eyes gradually open and I blink up at the unfamiliar ceiling and squint from all the light streaming in from the huge bay window to my left. Glancing that way, I see a sweet little reading nook that is so cozy and inviting with a mint-colored cushion and several overlarge and fluffy accent pillows. I can envision myself spending hours curled up there with book and a cat or two.

Stretching my legs again, my toes curl into the sheet and I roll over toward Matt’s side of the bed. Reaching out a hand, his pillow is cool to the touch and a pang of longing constricts my chest. I miss him.

Last night was unexpectedly wonderful. Somehow, I knew sex with him would be good. I just wasn’t expecting it to be that good our first time together. It was as if he knew what I needed and pushed me to accept every single bit of pleasure his body could give.

My eyes roll back in delight and I chuckle. His dick, being thick, certainly helped ensure that.

Well, can’t laze around in Matt’s bed forever. I really should get going.

Vaguely, I recall him mentioning work. Despite having no clue on the time, I deduce that he’s already there or on his way. I’m not Sherlock Holmes, but the silence of the house is a major clue that I’m correct.

Sitting up and looking around, I spot my purse and clothes in a neat pile on an armchair near the door. My body feels fluid and relaxed when I stand. Nothing like great sex to insure a good night’s rest.

“Awww…” There, on top of my clothes, is a note and that warm, giddy feeling overtakes me again.

I read over it quickly and yup, he’s so sweet.

Tricia,

I hope you slept well. This morning you looked like an angel, and it was hard to leave you. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I hope to talk to you soon, sweetheart.

Matt

After making use of his bathroom and tossing on my clothes, I practically float down the stairs. For a moment, I consider rummaging around his kitchen for breakfast. He did offer after all, but all that late night fun has me in the mood for mega calories and a fast-food sausage and egg biscuit is calling my name.

Taking care to lock the door behind me, I head out, stopping for my breakfast and going about my day, eager for Matt’s call.

I’m due in to work at one and to my surprise Matt calls me when I’m on my way there.

“Hello?”

“Tricia.”

His warm voice has my toes curling in delight and I need a moment to center myself before I can reply. “Matt, hi.”

“How are you doing?”

It’s a normal conversation, yet feels so odd after last night.

“I’m doing fine. On my way to work. Umm… thanks for the note, it was sweet.”


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