The Marriage Contract by Natasha Black (best novels for teenagers TXT) 📕

I got there and how nice he had been. I felt like I should come up with a way to thank him for all his help and reassurance.

Plans formed in my head as I wiped down the tables and sent stuff to the back, occupying my mind as we ended the night.

7 Matt

It was still morning when I found myself awake, staring at the ceiling. The apartment was quiet now that I was alone, but the silence only made me go inward even more. The dream I had been having was delicious, and I wanted to go back to it, but it was already slipping away. It was fragmented, and I couldn’t concentrate on any one piece of it to bring it back to the front of my mind, and I yawned in frustration.

I couldn’t flip over, though. Not with the raging hard-on I had. That only reiterated the frustration of leaving that dream, topped off with the frustration of how long it had been since I’d gotten laid. Still, it wasn’t going away, and I knew I needed to take care of it if I meant to be able to focus on anything else that day.

Slipping my hand down under the covers, I clenched my cock through my boxers. It was rock hard, and I slipped it through the flap in the center and pulled it out. I started to stroke it slowly, letting my mind wander and hoping it settled back on the dream. At first, nothing was there, but then I remembered. Closing my eyes, I decided to just go with it.

I tried to bring up how she looked on that back porch when we talked mid-shift the night before. How the tight black shirt barely held her large breasts, and there was a tiny peek of cleavage over the top. I imagined being on that back porch with her, our lips pressed against one another and her hand on my cock instead of my own. I could see her lifting her shirt and revealing her breasts to me. I would suckle them while she undid her pants.

Then, when her pants were down just enough, I would push her against the wall, facing away from me. My cock would slide into her from behind, and she would gasp. Her hands would hold herself up against the brick wall as I fucked her. The road behind us would be full of traffic, any one of them able to look over and see me pounding into her. Her moans would fill my ears as she begged me to go harder.

Suddenly, the tension released, and I came hard. I lay there, breathing heavy and unclenching my jaw. I removed my boxers, grabbing a towel and cleaning myself off before stripping the sheets off the bed.

I hopped into the shower, letting the hot water soothe me and let me relax. I felt kind of bad for thinking about Chloe that way, but she was so damn sexy. It wasn’t the first time I had imagined what she looked like without some of those clothes on, but it was the first time I had let my mind wander beyond that. I hoped it wouldn’t impact me at work interacting with her.

When I got out of the shower, feeling much better about the day and happy I was up early for once, I got dressed. I was about to head out of the door to grab a big lunch before heading into work, thinking that eating somewhere else would inspire me, when my phone rang. I looked down at it and saw it was Tom. Not knowing if this was going to be one of those sit-down calls where we went over a ton of things, I decided against my lunch plans and instead opened the fridge as I hit the Accept button. Cold deli meat sandwiches it was. Again.

“Hey, bro,” I said, answering the phone.

“Matt, how are you?” he asked on the other end.

“Good, good. Making lunch. How about you?” I said, making my sandwich.

“Also eating. Are you on evening shift tonight? I didn’t wake you, did I?” he asked.

“No, I’m on evening tonight, but I was up already. Just got out of the shower, actually,” I said.

“Well, good,” Tom said. “I was calling to see how the Portland location was doing these days.”

I knew what that meant. That was Tom-speak for “I haven’t gotten your reports in the last however long I deem that I should get them.” I didn’t begrudge my brother and his business acumen; it clearly was a strong suit of his. But, dammit, sometimes he could be such a big brother about it, hounding us just to get us on a schedule for things that he thought was best.

“Yeah, I was going to be sending you the new reports today when I got in, actually,” I said. “But we’ve been doing great. Last night was the first slow night in a while.”

“That’s fantastic,” he said. “Good to hear. Anything I can do to help things run more smoothly?”

“Nothing I can think of. Maybe a bigger limit on the business expense credit card?”

We both laughed, and then the line went quiet.

“Wait, there isn’t really an issue, is there?” he said. “I can have the limit expanded, but I would worry if it were getting close to maxed out.”

“No, no, it was a joke. We’re good,” I said. “Harder to tell over the phone, I guess.”

“Speaking of that. Are you guys coming down for Mom’s birthday? We are going to make it and do a little thing for her. She won’t be happy unless she has all the kids.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Of course. We should be able to do that just fine.”

“Good deal, good deal,” he said. “Well, I won’t keep you from your lunch. I just wanted to check in. Tell Jordan and Hannah I said hello and that I’ll see them in a couple of weeks.”

“Will do,” I said. I ended the call and set