“Promise?”
“Yes, sir.”
True to his word, Matt was back twenty minutes later, dressed in gray sweats, a black t-shirt, and a black hoodie, with bare feet. I didn’t know I had a foot kink until he walked into the room and my heart began to hammer in my chest.
Without saying a word, he scooped me out of bed, carrying me to the bathroom again before moving us to the sofa, where I found a flask full of coffee. He poured us both a mug full and pulled comforters over us while I set up the movie.
And that’s how we spent the day. Him taking care of me, while my headache lifted and my legs lost their wobbly feeling, as we watched films, giggling and chatting like old friends.
As the sun sank in the sky and darkness crept in, my eyes grew heavy. When I woke, my head was in Matt’s lap, pressed against his thighs, and his hand was buried in my hair. I should have moved and demanded he went to bed but instead, I closed my eyes and fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep, feeling his warmth enveloping me.
Matt
Inmydream,Iwas so warm and comfortable that I didn’t ever want to wake up. My arms wrapped around something solid and my cock swelled at the soft texture under my fingers. I held on tight, moving my hands until I heard a groan. The noise ripped me from sleep, my eyes flicking open.
The sun was just rising, painting the sky with an orange and red hue. Looking down, I found myself laid out on the sofa awkwardly, my enormous frame filling the space. Frankie lay across my chest. My hands had found their way under her pajama top and settled on her lower back, my thumbs circling her soft skin.
She was fast asleep, so I presumed the groan that had woken me had been my own and the erection tenting my sweats suggested the same. I froze, needing to move but loving the feeling of having someone so close to me after all these years.
Frankie shuffled on top of me, her leg stretching out across my hip, pulling her body over my swollen cock. Biting my lip, I stifled another groan as the warmth of her pussy spread through my groin. I’d been on my own since Emma died. I refused to have another relationship and a one night stand felt like a betrayal of her memory. Being this close to Frankie felt strange. Intimate. Terrifying. And I didn’t know what to do with the emotions suddenly surging through my body.
She twisted her head and her sleepy, rhythmic breath against my skin made precum leak from my cock. I pushed her hair from her face and gazed down at her for a moment. There was no doubt that she was stunning. Younger than me… a lot younger than me. I was thirty-five, and I knew she was in her early twenties. I couldn’t deny that she had a smoking hot figure. And I knew the whole world agreed with me. Before I joined the band, I googled them all and everyone had something to say about Frankie’s body.Too thin, too toned. Did she ever eat, did she exercise too much, had she had surgery to look as good as she did?
I let my mind flash back to finding her naked last night. I’d covered her quickly, but I couldn’t help noticing everything about her and she was a sight to behold. Her long lean legs, defined six-pack, her pert breasts. Looking down at her now, the memory of her dark nipples and the small strip of black hair between her legs blazed into my mind, making me so hard I worried I was going to come in my pants after all this time. My cock twitched again, and she wiggled her hips against me in an unconscious reply. I wondered what it would be like to sink into her and feel her warmth wrap around my shaft.
Fuck. What am I thinking?
“Frankie,” I whispered, panic flooding through me.
She didn’t move, so I shook her gently.
“Frankie.”
“Hhhmmm.”
“Frankie. I need you to wake up.”
She stretched her body out like a cat enjoying the sun, her top riding up, exposing her back, where my hands were still firmly planted. She rolled flat against me again, shuffling herself until she got comfortable, her breathing slowing again as she slipped back into sleep.
God, this woman is going to be a problem.
“Frankie,” I said with more urgency.
She opened one eye, staring up at me, taking a moment to realize the predicament we’d found ourselves in. Pushing against my chest, she sat up quickly. Biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes flicked between my face and my obvious erection. “Sorry. I don’t know…”
I helped her sit up before I swung my legs off the sofa.
“You don’t need to apologize. We fell asleep. I’m a pretty comfy pillow. Nothing else,” I replied, trying to play down the moment.
“Right,” she muttered, avoiding any eye contact.
“I best go shower. I need to meet with the team today and lay the smack down. They’ll probably all hate me by tonight.”
“Kay. Thanks for… well, for everything.”
“How’s your head?”
She reached up to the stitches on her forehead, as if she’d forgotten they were even there.