Tame the Beast : Small Beach Town, Single Mom Romance

What the hell happened to my brain last night and how do I recover from it?

But do I want to?

I run the pads of my fingers across my still-swollen lips where I can still feel him and taste him. I slip my hand lower over my neck that he peppered with kisses and surely left some marks on.

God, I hope he did.

I run it over my somehow still tingling breasts that he worshiped late into the night. And I look down between my legs where it seems my thighs have made custom indents for him to fit in between.

“Dear Lord,” I groan to no one at all. The man can fuck. No, not just fuck—ravish, and destroy you in the best way because that’s the only explanation for what I am this morning. Or who was I last night when I asked him to fuck me harder, faster and more.

I’ve never said the things I said to him. I didn’t even think I wanted them. Yet one touch from him and I lost myself, shed that old shell I was wearing and dove off the deep end. No, he didn’t just ravish my body, he reset my whole brain.

I’ve never had so many orgasms in one night. Hell, it was a whole process to reach at least one most of the time. Yet it took exactly zero effort on my part with Matteo.

Matteo. I never thought I’d find a guy’s name beautiful, edible, and dreamy but here we are. He surprised me from the first moment with his looks, he then won me over with his wit, charm and being unapologetically himself.

And do not even get me started on his cock…even if he would’ve been a complete fool, that stick between his legs would have won me over.

I didn’t even know they could be that big.

And I have seen a lot of penises as a doctor, okay?

He never promised me anything beyond this one night and that’s why I high tailed it from his apartment at the crack of dawn because he might not be a relationship kind of a guy, but I happen to be a commitment whore and staying with him even another second was too dangerous for me.

I was fighting an urge to thread my fingers through his dark, long hair as it was before I left.

But I don’t regret last night. Not one bit.

He’s set me free. Free from the haunting thoughts I’ve lived with for the past couple months. Because after just one night with a stranger, I could finally see it.

What Justin and I had wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. It was a disease I willingly contracted.

During the whole year of our relationship, Justin never once took care of me like Matteo did tonight. Never showed me that kind of devotion and adoration. Never made me feel so desired I could smell it off him.

No, I’ll never settle for a disease again. I’ll never settle for anything less than what I had with Matteo.

Even if deep in my soul I already know there’s no one else like him.

“What is she doing?” A somewhat familiar voice sounds from behind me, and I turn around noticing Hope, Grace and Joy standing in my—well Joy’s—living room, all wearing varying expressions on their faces from confused (Hope) to happily grinning and moving her head along to the beat (Grace) to scowling and frowning (Joy).

“I like this song,” Grace tries to yell over the music, but I can barely hear her.

Nope, I’m not turning it off. My favorite part is about to come up. Plus, Grace likes it too.

“Here I am, looking everywhere for her, and she is dancing her life away in the kitchen?” Joy’s booming voice somehow is louder than Panic! At the Disco playing out of my speaker as I’m living it up to the “House of Memories” by them.

What? It seemed like a very fitting song for this morning, and I needed a dance party. No, I deserved one because today is the first morning in over two months where I didn’t have the urge to puke my guts out, got so many orgasms my horny pregnant body is well sated for the remainder of this pregnancy, and I didn’t want to cry even once.

Looks like the sexy, younger bartender was exactly what I needed.

“I’m dancing,” I yell back to them. “It’s good for the baby.”

“Dancing? Sure.” Joy comes over to my phone and with one finger shuts it off. “Practicing exorcism while you are pregnant? Doubt it.”

“Ha ha, so funny.” I stick my tongue out, and if someone told me I would be comfortable enough to do so with my boss a few months back, I’d tell them to go check their head. “I was simply caught in the moment.”

“So, care to tell me where you were last night as I search the whole damn town for you?”