Tame the Beast : Small Beach Town, Single Mom Romance

Within seconds we were both out, exhausted from earlier but it seems my dick is well rested already because just the feel of her next to me is enough to get him gearing up.

Slowly, I wrap my hand around her ankle and just make the barest of moves to get it out from underneath my rib when a very clear and very menacing, “Motherfucker,” pierces the air.

My eyes snap open as if I wasn’t half asleep and I just lay there, frozen, for a good five seconds before slowly turning my head toward Zoe, who is sleeping soundly, her hair a mess, her mouth parted, and the cutest little snoring sounds come out from her.

I furrow my eyebrows. I must’ve dreamed it.

Shaking my head, I try to pull her foot away from me once again. I just wrap my hand around her when Zoe’s fist comes out of nowhere, punching me right in my gut and I open my mouth in a silent scream at the same time as, “Die motherfucker,” comes out of her mouth and that foot that was wedged into my ribs digs in farther and harder.

“What the fuck?” I whisper-shout. Now both my stomach and side are in agony and the sun isn’t even up yet.

Without moving a single muscle, I tilt my head over to Zoe, who, once again, is sleeping like a baby and not a secret MMA fighter with bullying tendencies. That I guess my dick enjoys because the fucker only gets harder and harder.

You know what? All of a sudden, that ugly couch with bricks for a cushion seems like the softest cloud. I start to get up to move there and catch some z’s before Mel wakes up, but Zoe apparently has other plans.

In one fluid move she twists on the bed, until her back is to me and sends her elbow into my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I gasp, letting out some more silent screams. I totally mean curses, as she hisses, “You can’t catch me.”

And I all but plea with the woman who not only do I not want to catch her, but I’d like to run the other way.

I roll over, trying to get away from this love of my life before she breaks my nose, but Zoe beats me to it, rolling over me and settling on my chest.

Don’t move, Matteo. Don’t even breathe.

“Help! I’m held hostage,” I whisper-shout to no one at all, yet somehow my little sunshine hears me through her sleep and the next thing I know, her leg between my thighs moves, my eyes widening, but I’m too late.

Zoe knees me in my balls with all her might and I send her flying off me as I jump out of the bed, muttering silent curses, bent at my waist while barely holding tears at bay.

“What the heck, Matteo?” Zoe mutters, her voice groggy with sleep and my head snaps up to her half-opened eyes she’s rubbing while frowning at me.

“What the heck?” I whisper-shout, my eyes bulging. “What. The. Heck?”

Zoe lifts up from the bed, her face paling as she takes me in. “Oh no, what did I do?” she whispers because somewhere in this room our baby is still asleep, having no clue her dad almost died just now.

“You just lost any chance of having kids with me.”

“What?”

“Beastie, I think you forgot to mention a black belt that you must hold. You kicked my balls so hard; they’ll be scared for life. Ain’t no way they are making any fresh sperm for their assailant.”

Zoe winces and bites her lip, but I still see the tiny smile there too.

“What are you smiling at, karate master?” I ask her, and she rolls her lips. Now, she’s definitely holding in her laugh, and I groan.

Zoe gets on her knees and slowly shifts her way to me.

“Remember our very first talk at the bar? I might’ve mentioned I was a violent sleeper.” She puckers her lips and winces cutely.

Now that I think about it, I do remember her saying something, but she wouldn’t elaborate back then.

“Beastie.” I level her with a look. “This is not violent. This is life threatening.”

“I’m so sorry I kicked your ass in sleep, baby,” she says quietly, planting a kiss on my closed lips but there is not a single trace of sympathy in her tone of voice. None. Zero.

“Could you maybe look a little more guilty for nearly killing me?” I pout.

“Sure,” she whispers and gives me her best impression of puppy eyes. “That good enough for you?”

“You also called me names.” I keep at it like the perpetual child I am.