“You alive?” I asked, poking Matt in the stomach. He was sprawled out on my bed and appeared to be dead to the world after a rousing round of sex. “Hey, do I need to call 9-1-1? You did say you wanted to die in the saddle.”
“Water,” Matt croaked, his arms and legs splayed to the side. “Must have water. Please, have mercy on a dying man.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, lying on my side so I could properly observe him. He was a man unconscious, in more ways than one. I noticed that his cock was hardening again, which was good news for me. I decided to see what I could do to help the situation, but he swatted my hand away.
“It’s after midnight,” Matt groaned, rolling over to face me. “Some of us have to get up tomorrow morning.”
“Some of us have a date tomorrow night,” I blurted out, wanting to get it over with. I realized it wasn’t the most appropriate time, and it just slipped out. I had already mentioned it, but I didn’t know if he remembered with everything that’d happened since. “Do you think you could make yourself scarce tomorrow night….” I trailed off at the amused look on Matt’s face. “What?” I asked defensively.
“Only you would have the balls to mention a date post-coitus,” Matt smirked, swatting me on the ass. “Not a prob. I’ll do anything to help you get in the good detective’s pants.”
“How do you know it’s him?” I retorted. It wouldn’t do for Matt to get too cocky.
“Who else you been mooning around lately? It has to be Martinez. You ain’t the only one with the sight.” Matt reached over to stroke my breast, causing me to moan.
“Don’t tease me,” I said hoarsely, pushing his hand away. “If you’re not going to play, then you can’t touch.” I felt the tingling between my legs, and it took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to jump on top of him.
“Who says I’m teasing?” Matt said, but he kept his distance.