Give Me The Reason: A Love Story

by Coco Amoure

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tyson was actually surprised when Delaney hit him back with her address. He damn near broke out into the cabbage patch when he received her text message. Earlier that day he’d gone online and made reservations for them at McCormick and Schmick’s. He had plans on treating her like a queen tonight. Every woman loved a well prepared man. He wasn’t leaving a stone uncovered.

  This would be the first Saturday in a long time that he wouldn’t be at the lounge. During the past six months he hadn’t had a reason to be away from the lounge, but he would drop everything to spend time with Delaney. Tyson decided to dress casually for their date. He settled on a pair of true religion jeans, a mint green button down polo with a crisp white tee, and his wheat Ferragamo loafers. After spraying on Intenso men’s cologne by Dolce and Gabana, he grabbed his car keys and headed out the door.

  No sooner than Tyson pulled out of his driveway, his cell phone started ringing. He glanced down at the phone and instantly frowned, tossing the phone in the passenger seat. Ashanti, his ex-girl, had been blowing up his phone for the past few days. Their relationship ended on bad terms when he walked in one night and caught her on the phone chopping it up with her ex back home in Florida. She was telling the nigga how much she loved and missed him; and how she couldn’t wait to see him in a few days. The fucked up part about it, is that she told Tyson she needed to go home because her mother was in the hospital. The whole time she had plans on hooking up with her ex.

  It broke Tyson’s heart to walk in and hear her say those things to another man, because he was really in love with that girl. Instead of the trip home to Florida being a weekend visit, it ended up being a permanent move. He missed the hell out of her for the first few weeks, but in the long run he knew it was best that she stayed there. If Ashanti was still in love with her ex, then there wasn’t any reason for him to be anywhere in the picture. A few seconds later his phone alerted him that she’d left a voice mail and a text message.

  Tyson pushed any thoughts of Ashanti out of his mind then turned up the radio and cruised down the road. He wasn’t exactly sure where Delaney lived, but he pretty much knew the area enough that he didn’t need to use his GPS. Once he was in the vicinity, he spotted Delaney’s black Acura. He pulled up to the stunning three-story brick townhome, parked his truck and hopped out. Tyson was bubbling over with nervous energy as he approached the door. He patted his right pocket to make sure he hadn’t forgotten the surprise he bought for Delaney.

  He rang the doorbell and patiently waited for her to answer. When she opened the door, she looked amazing. The emerald green body hugging handkerchief dress fit her perfectly. The dress was cut short, showing off just enough, but not too much of her luscious chocolate thighs. She wore her hair naturally curly and wild. Her dazzling green eyes caused his heart to melt.

  “Wow, you look absolutely beautiful,” he said, stepping into her home. He was impressed by the décor as well.

  “Thanks! You look quite handsome yourself.” She smiled, as her eyes scanned his body from head to toe. Once again, she was drunk in love with the scent of his intoxicating cologne. He flashed those killer dimples and she damn near orgasmed. After the day she had, he was definitely a sight for sore eyes. Delaney was happy that she was able to pull herself together in time to go out with Tyson. Cancelling their date had crossed her mind several times.

  “You good, ma?” he asked, with a knowing smile.

  “Yeah, why do you ask?” She frowned.

  “Because you’re breaking out into a sweat. I know a nigga is looking good and all, but remain calm.” He chuckled, wiping the imaginary perspiration from her forehead.

  “Boy, please, don’t flatter yourself,” she said, playfully slapping his hand away.

  “Boy? Ain’t no boy over here, this is all man. ya dig?” he joked.

  She frowned, looking him up and down.

  “Uhhhh, that is still to be determined,” she shot back. Tyson was thoroughly enjoying their playful banter. He liked the fact that she had an amazing sense of humor to go along with all of that sexiness.

  “Would you like something to drink?” she offered. Although she didn’t drink alcohol, she kept her mini bar stocked just in case one of her friends wanted a drink.

  “Nah, I’m good. Plus, I don’t want to get too twisted and have you take advantage of me.” He licked his lips, mimicking L.L. Cool J.

  “You know what? I can’t with you.” She laughed. He was doing entirely too much, but she loved every minute of it. Tyson was so down to earth and charming, like a breath of fresh air.

  After giving him a brief tour of her home and introducing him to her Yorkie, Diamond, they decided to head out. “Now I see how you’re able to keep that body tight. I can’t believe you turned the third floor into a gym,” he said on the way out of the door, eyeing her thick. juicy ass.

  Delaney glanced back at him over her right shoulder, catching him staring at her ass. She winked and turned around. Tyson dashed around to the passenger side of his snow white 2014 Dodge Ram Hemi truck and opened up the door for her. Once she was seated, he shut the door and hopped in on his side.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small red velvet box. Delaney was putting her seatbelt on and hadn’t noticed that he was holding his hand out towards her. Her eyes fell on the tiny box. She swallowed hard.

  “Take it,” he said, gazing into her beautiful green eyes.

  Delaney took the box out of his hand and opened it up. She gasped when she saw a pair of dazzling emerald green diamond stud earrings. She didn’t feel right accepting such an expensive gift from him.

  “Tyson, these earrings are beautiful, but I cannot accept them. Thanks anyway,” she said, closing the box shut and handing it back to him.

  That was not the reaction Tyson expected. He’d dipped into his savings to purchase the expensive earrings for her, because he felt that she was worth it. It had taken him a long time to build up his little nest egg, but he didn’t have any regrets spending a small fortune on her. Tyson knew in his heart that Delaney was the one for him, and one day he hoped to make her his wife. This was just the beginning of how he planned on spoiling her.

  “Delaney, yes you will accept the earrings. I’m not expecting anything from you, luv. It’s just a kind gesture,” he said, reassuringly. Tyson knew that Delaney was not the gold digging type of female. She was an independent woman, who took care of her business, which is one of the qualities he admired about her.

  “A kind gesture is flowers or candy, not an expensive gift like that,” she said, pointing at the earrings. She didn’t feel like she deserved diamonds on the first date.

  “Ma, you deserve to have a man treat you like the beautiful queen that you are. Don’t deprive me of the chance to spoil you when I can,” he said, handing the earrings back to her.

  “But Tyson, I…” He put his finger up to her lips, cutting her off.

  “Take them Delaney and put them on now please.”

  Delaney was speechless. She was slightly turned on by his sweet, yet aggressive, persona. Sighing, she took the earrings from him for the second time. After removing the earrings that were already in her ears, she replaced them with the sparkling emerald-colored diamond studs.

  When she turned to face Tyson, he had a huge smile on his face.

  “Beautiful,” was his only response. Delaney settled back into the comfortable leather seats and pondered over what had just transpired. She was having an internal battle with herself, trying to comprehend why this man who she barely knew would give her such an expensive gift. Delaney glanced over at Tyson, who wore a look of contentment on his face. She decided to relax, and live in the moment. She’d been stressed enough, and deserved to have some fun and happiness. Tyson looked over at Delaney and smiled. He turned on the radio and the soothing sounds of Anthony Hamilton filled the truck as they headed towards their destination.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “So where are we going anyway
?” Delaney asked, as they entered downtown Atlanta. She hadn’t even thought to ask him when he arrived at her house. Just getting out of the house after what went down at her mother’s house earlier that day, was enough for her.

  “I made reservations at McCormick and Schmick’s, pretty lady,” he smiled, glancing over at Delaney. He hoped she approved of his choice.

  “Cool, I love that place.” She beamed. It wasn’t often that a man asked a woman out and actually had the date already planned out. She was used to being asked what she wanted to do or where she wanted to go. It was a relief not being the one making all of the decisions about where to go on a date.

  Tyson parked the truck. He started to get out when he noticed Delaney reaching for the door.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting out, unless you want me to sit here and wait on you to come back,” she joked.

  “You play too much. Chivalry is very much alive over here, ya dig? Now sit tight, fast ass.” He laughed.

  Delaney was slightly embarrassed, but she quickly shook it off. Tyson opened up the door and helped her out of the truck. They walked hand in hand into the restaurant. Once they were seated and had placed their drink orders, Tyson took her hands inside of his, staring deeply into her eyes.

  “Thank you for coming out with me tonight. I know I’ve been a lil’ pushy with you, ma, but you were giving me hell.” He chuckled.

  “You’re welcome, Tyson. I will admit that I’m happy that you didn’t give up,” she said, glancing down at their intertwined hands.

  “Does this bother you?” he said, noticing the uncomfortable look on her beautiful face.

  She didn’t want to come off wrong, but she wasn’t accustomed to so much affection and she was a bit uncomfortable by it. “Honestly, Tyson, I am a little uncomfortable, but it has nothing to do with you. I’m not used to this much affection,” she said, briefly looking away.

  “Well, we are going to have to change that.” He smiled. When he smiled she felt as if she could accomplish anything. His smile was full of promise and security, something she never had much confidence in when it came to the opposite sex.

  The waiter broke up the intimate moment by asking if they were ready to order. Tyson ordered the lump crab cake with fire roasted corn salsa as the appetizer, and two steak and lobster platters as their entrées. She was impressed with his appetizer and dinner selections.

  “Oh shit, there goes my boy, Drake,” Tyson said, standing up from the table. Delaney glanced back and noticed an attractive couple approaching their table.

  “What’s up, Ty?” Drake said, dapping it up with Tyson.

  “Taking a night off to spend some time with this lovely lady. Drake Porter this is Delaney Michaels.” He smiled proudly.

  Drake looked at Delaney and unconsciously licked his lips like she was a piece of prime grade A steak.

  “Yes indeed, very lovely,” he said, allowing his eyes to linger longer than he should have.

  “Nice to meet you.” She smiled, extending her hand to him.

  He took her hand and kissed it softly.

  “The pleasure is all mine, beautiful.”

  The female he was with cleared her throat, clearly annoyed. “Oh this is, ummm, ummm, Monica,” he said, snapping his fingers. Monica glared at him, before flashing a fake smile.

  “Nice to meet you, Monica,” Tyson said.

  “You too,” she curtly replied.

  Drake couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of Delaney and it was making her uncomfortable. Not to mention that his little girlfriend was shooting daggers at Delaney with her eyes. She never understood why women caught an attitude with another woman, when clearly her man was the one being disrespectful.

  “Imma holla at you later, D, let me get back to my date,” Tyson announced. He too noticed the way Drake was eyeing Delaney.

  “Yeah do that, playboy. Y’all enjoy your night,” Drake said, winking at Delaney before grabbing his angry date’s hand and walking off.

  They didn’t have to walk very far because their table just happened to be a few tables over from Tyson and Delaney.

  She could still feel Drake’s eyes on her, but she refused to acknowledge it. “So, how long have you known him,” she asked, trying to figure out how deep their friendship ran.

  “Drake? Oh, that’s my homeboy, we grew up together. We started Lyrical Soul together and we have a few other ventures in the works too. He is one hundred grand in my book,” Tyson said.

  “Hmmmm,” was all Delaney said, glancing over at Drake. He was extremely attractive and he knew it too. Drake’s eyes were burning a hole through Delaney, as he continued to stare at her from across the room. Monica whipped her head around, rolling her eyes at Delaney before turning back around. Apparently, she was getting in Drake’s ass, the way her neck was rolling around on her shoulders. Delaney chuckled to herself and shook her head.

  Dinner was delicious. Both she and Tyson were full as tics when they walked back to his truck. They laughed and talked non-stop on the drive back to her place. Tyson parked the truck and turned off the ignition. This time Delaney didn’t move a muscle, as she waited for Tyson to come around and open up the door.

  “You learn fast,” he joked, taking her by the hand helping her out of the truck.

  “Hahahaha, mister funny man.”

  Delaney fidgeted with her keys, contemplating if she should invite him in or not. Tyson grabbed both of her hands and pulled her to him. He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips, before forcing his tongue inside of her mouth. As their tongues danced around inside of each other’s mouths, Delaney wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her body into his muscular frame.

  She pulled away and inserted the key into the door to let them inside of the house. Once they were inside, she grabbed Tyson by the hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom in silence. They were both adults and she was not into playing games. She wanted to make love to Tyson just as much as he wanted to make love to her, so why avoid the inevitable?

  “Are you sure you want to do this, ma? Ain’t no turning back once I get inside of you.” He looked at her with lust filled eyes.

  “Oh yes, baby, I’m definitely sure,” she boldly replied.

  Tyson nodded his head, licked his lips and sat down on the California king-sized bed. Delaney took that as her cue to strip. She seductively pulled the dress down starting at her shoulders, letting it hit the floor. Delaney stood before Tyson wearing a matching black lace bra and panty set, along with a pair of black spiked six inch stilettos.

  Tyson was enjoying the view as he took in the chocolate beauty standing before him. He motioned with his finger for her to come closer. Delaney sauntered slowly towards him, never breaking eye contact. Tyson stood up and took her by the right hand, spinning her around slowly as his eyes ravaged her flawless frame. He ran his fingers through her hair before kissing her neck. Delaney moaned and threw her head back, giving him full access. Tyson wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. They swayed together like they were dancing to a tune that could only be heard by them. His hands roamed all over her soft body, only stopping to gently squeeze her plump ass cheeks. Delaney could feel his hardness poking her through his jeans.

  Tyson reached behind her and expertly unhooked her bra with one hand, freeing her perky C-cup breasts from the bra. He bent down and placed one of her firm chocolate nipples in his mouth, sucking on one before moving over to give the other nipple the same attention. Finally, he pulled her panties over her thick hips down to her feet.

  Delaney stepped out of her panties wearing only her birthday suit. “Damn,” Tyson said, surveying her nakedness. She was truly a vision of perfection. He noticed the sexy mole located on her right breast and softly kissed it before laying her on the bed. Delaney raised up on her arms and watched Tyson undress. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor, along with his white tee. When he unbuckled his jeans and let them fall to the ground, she gasped when she sa
w the rock hard nine inches of goodness poking out of his Calvin Klein boxers. He smiled and dropped his boxers, standing before her in all of his glory. Tyson’s chest and back were completely tatted up, which only added to his sexiness. She knew he was fine, but damn seeing him nude took his sexiness to a whole other level. His smooth cinnamon-colored skin glistened under the track lighting in her bedroom. The man’s body was picture perfect, from his chiseled abs all the way down to his strong athletic calves.

  Tyson spread her legs wide open before kneeling down and positioning himself in between them. He admired the healthy portion that was before him. He loved a woman who kept her garden clean. Her pussy was as bald as a baby’s bottom. He kissed her fat pussy lips one at time, before using his left hand to spread her lips apart. He expertly licked and sucked on her hardened clitoris, inhaling the intoxicating womanly scent permeating through his nostrils. Delaney fell hard on her back and lifted her hips, grinding her juicy pussy in his mouth.

  He wrapped his arms around both of her thick chocolate thighs and pulled her into his waiting mouth. Tyson held her tightly as he feasted on her delicious pussy. She moaned loudly as back to back orgasms took over her body. Delaney tried unsuccessfully to get out of his strong grasp, kicking and screaming, begging him to stop the oral assault he was putting on her pussy. The more she tried to get away, the more it turned him on. He lapped up every drop of her sweet nectar before turning her loose. Delaney had awakened the sexual beast inside of him, and there was no turning back now.

  He stood up and licked his lips savoring the sweetness of her creamy center. Delaney sat up eager to return the favor. Tyson shook his head no.