Free Matt's Mistake by Julie Raust Page A

suspiciously over the couch and then back to the doorway
where Matthew stood.
    Before Matt could pounce on the man, a frizzy
bleach blond head peeked up from in front of the couch. The
expression on her face was one of relief as she took in the sight
of Matt in the doorway.
    “Calm down, Red, he ain’t my husband. I ain’t
never even seen him before,” the blond advised reassuringly. She
pushed herself up on her knees, took her time, surveyed Matt’s body
slowly from head to toe and licked her lips. “Shame to say, though,
‘cause now that I got a better look at him, I wouldn’t mind him
warming my bed at night.”
    “You’d take any warm body, Trix; don’t matter
what he looked like, as long as his dick was hard,” Red teased, now
seemingly more relaxed.
    Matthew finally got a glimpse of the female
hiding in front of the couch, who definitely was not Maggie. Thank God , he silently praised. It wasn’t his Maggie
letting the redneck trucker asshole fuck her like a caveman over
the sofa. Thank God! Retracting his fangs, he slumped
against the doorway, finally able to draw an easy breath.
    He took the opportunity to view his
surroundings and saw that the majority of the cabin was one small
open space. A dirty little kitchen area was set off to one corner,
piled high with used dishes, full ashtrays, and stained coffee
cups. The living room took up the center of the cabin directly
across from Matt’s position at the front entrance. It hosted a
high-backed sofa, an arm chair, a small stained coffee table, and a
good size TV perched precariously on a thin legged stand. The only
other door visible from his view led off to what Matt assumed must
have been a bath or bed room.
    Paint chipped walls carried a yellow film
from years of nicotine abuse. Just then, the overwhelming odors of
stale indoors, tobacco, and sex slowly began assaulting Matthew’s
sensitive nose. There was no resemblance at all to the Mason
family’s quaint cabin by the lake that he remembered visiting in
his youth.
    Gloriously naked, Trix abruptly stood up in
full view of Matt. As he took in the sight of her, he began to
notice what should have registered mere moments before. This female
was nothing like his Maggie.
    Trix was fair and frail with light
Scandinavian type coloring. There was a greyish tint to her
complexion, which made her cheeks appear sunken despite a heavy
coat of blusher. Her eyes were small and rimmed with the shadows of
too many restless nights; nothing close to Maggie’s bright rich
chocolate colored eyes. Sadly, it had been years since Matt had
actually seen Maggie Mason face-to-face, but her golden sun-kissed
skin and thick dark chestnut hair were impossible to forget or
duplicate.
    His gaze roamed lower, and Matt had to
concede again that there was no comparison with his Maggie. The
tits presented before him were shallow mounds protruding from a
pale boney chest. The nipples were tiny dark brown buds, angled
slightly downward as if being pulled by gravity.
    In comparison, Maggie’s breasts were full,
firm, ample handfuls. He’d fondled, tasted and teased her dark rose
colored nipples nightly in his dreams for years. He became erect
now with just the memory of them.
    “Shit,” realizing where he’d been staring for
a little too long, Matthew quickly diverted his eyes, “Seems like I
got the wrong house by mistake.”
    Red laughed out loud and looked pointedly
down at the bulge in the front of Matt’s pants. “Or the right
house, huh, man?” wagging his eyebrows up and down. “Wrong place,
right time, maybe? What ‘a ya say?”
    “Ah… no, definitely not,” shaking his head in
denial. The implied threesome invitation was not lost on Matt. As a
shifter, Matt had witnessed some strange breeding rituals and a
handful of public matings but ménages were not his thing. Red, on
the other hand, had attributed his arousal to Trix’s naked form. If
the eager expression on Trix’s face was any indication, she was
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