Page 43 of Drag Me Up

I’ve never heard Sylvia sound so ugly. It’s not just the words. It’s the pure hatred behind them. How the fuck did I ever consider marrying her?

“Who the fuck is the crazy bitch?” Donnie asks me as I pass the BDSM club. I’m less than two minutes from home.

“My ex-fiancée,” I tell him as I fishtail on the turnoff to head up the hill. “She told me this morning that she wants to get back together.”

“I hope you told her fuck no,” Donnie admonishes as he grabs onto the oh shit handle.

“That was the plan, but I had to reassure my boy when he heard her shit. I didn’t think she’d drive the nine hours to finish the conversation from this morning.”

I grimace over at him for making me miss Eric’s reply, but then I hear an ungodly screech of rage coming from my speakers and I floor it through the entrance to the trailer park. I know I did some damage to my undercarriage and alignment going over the speed humps at this speed, but as I pull up to the trailer and turn off the car, I hear glass shattering from inside.

“Code is 0323,” I call out to Donnie as he races to the front door. I head to the back. The door is still unlocked, so I’m able to get to the chaos much faster. As soon as I clear the hallway, it takes a few seconds to make sense of what I’m seeing.

Sylvia is on the floor, covered in what looks like noodles and Eric is standing over her holding her at fork point. I would love to appreciate his enthusiasm for wearing a glittery rainbow lace thong for me, but I really hate the fact that others are seeing him this exposed.

Donnie crashes through the front door and time restarts.

“What the fuck?”

As soon as Donnie speaks, Eric’s head jerks up to look at him. The fork moves away from Sylvia and he holds itout at the man in front of him while he warily backs away.

I probably should have announced myself before grabbing him. Instead, I end up with a fork stuck in my arm and my boy weeping into my chest.

35

ERIC

It took three hours to get everyone out after the cops came. Turns out Father Dearest was behind Sylvia the home-wrecker the whole time. The finance company she works for is a subsidiary of one of his companies. She was an intern when my father read Mattie’s card. He had one of his guys pick her out and hired her on the expectation that she would seduce Matt to stay the fuck away from Pittsburgh, and by extension, me.

She sang like a fucking canary as soon as the cuffs went on her wrists. Matt looked sick. His friend looked angry. Something about his friend from the university sets my teeth on edge, but I am just chalking that up to what today is.

“What set you off with Donnie?” he asks me as he grabs a couple of pops out of the fridge. “You haven’t reacted like that in front of me before.”

I shrug and try to explain. “Ever since that… event… sometimes things will trigger my body to react. It could be something totally random like a specific song or like the smell of root beer. Something about the way he burst in and his voice combined to make my body remember before my mind could catch up.”

Matt pulls me down on the futon next to him and says, “There’s a good reason for that. Donnie is Donald Hastings, the player who got beat bloody that night for trying to stop his teammates when he found out what they planned to do to you.”

“That was him?” I whisper incredulously. The man who stood up for me is still around. “Is he alright? I mean, they didn’t permanently hurt him that night, right?”

Mattie hugs me tight and reassures me that his friend is fine, just worried about the parole hearing coming up.

“This is why I don’t celebrate my birthday,” I mumble into Matt’s chest as he puts on the second season of Bridgerton to binge. I need him to catch up so we can escape into the exploits of the Ton and see what juicy gossip Lady Whistledown reveals next season. I still don’t really understand the whole tree thing in the intro, but I start to relax into my lover’s embrace as the scenes pop up on the bark of the tree.

“Hush and watch your show,” he tells me with a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re lucky you didn’t get a spanking for breaking my favorite bowl.”

“How did I manage to forget about the spanking?” I groan and sit up. “I was naughty. I deserve a spanking, Mattie.”

Clucking his tongue, he pulls me back down to lay my head in his lap. Wracking my brain, I try to figure out how on earth I can finagle a spanking at this point. My dick is already excited for one, and I dressed up specifically to have my cheeks free for it.

Turning around to face his body instead of the television, I jerk in surprise at the thought that comes to me.I actually want to perform oral.

Matt glances down at my movement but turns his attention back to the screen. Moving slowly, I reach for the front of Matt’s sweats to pull them down. He glances down again and shifts his hips with a smirk. Oh. My. God. He isn’t going to stop me.

With more confidence, I pull his half hard cock out of his pants.The fucker didn’t bother putting on underwear!Licking along his length, I realize it’s not so bad. Slowly I pull him into my mouth and gently bob my head back and forth on his lap. I can feel him getting harder inside my mouth, and it triggers a mixture of feelings inside of me when his hand comes down on the back of my head.

“Stay still and keep me warm, Sparkles, my naughty unicorn,” he says with a grin. “Let your Mattie watch his show in peace.”

My eyes widen as I meet his gaze. We’re doing cockwarming?!

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