Hayden's Timbre

by Thia Finn

  “So we’ll take it slowly, Hayden. We’ll see where it goes between us before I meet him. I’m fine with that. It’ll give me time to get out of this place because God knows I don’t want him meeting a homeless woman.”

  “He’d never think anything about it, Timbre. The kid’s not like that. He’s all about having fun, playing football, hanging out with his friends, and having a new girlfriend every week.”

  I looked at him and started laughing. “He sounds like a great kid to me, Hayden. And when the time’s right, I’ll meet this great kid, and we’ll see what he thinks of me.” I leaned over the center console, but he didn’t stop until he had me across his lap. “Now kiss me.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Wow, did he ever. He lowered his lips to mine and nibbled at the corners and then softly connected to mine before he backed away enough to take my lower lip between his teeth and pulled back with an easiness that sent a shot of lust through me. His tongue slid over my lower lip as he swiped down across the tender skin inside for a second before he slipped over my bottom teeth and warmed the underside of my tongue with his. It was a kiss like no other I’d ever experienced. The fire he kindled, from the first corner his lips touched until he began a dance around my tongue, burned low and deep within me causing a moan to form down below until it escaped from my throat and into his mouth.

  His lips nibbled a path to my jaw, to my ear, and down to the perfect spot below it where he took a second to nuzzle with his nose before taking a teasing bite on the pulse that thrummed so loudly. The rush of blood to my head easily had a knock-out reaction. I moved my hands up the thick biceps and over the ink that captured my attention. The heat of his skin warmed my already hot palms.

  I continued my ascent to his shortened hair as he moved down my neck to leave small bites over my collarbone. His teeth might leave behind a faint mark, but when his tongue swiped over the spot, I didn’t really care. The feel of it running across my skin made me want to beg for more to the point that when I reached the thick black hair, I couldn’t help but tug harder than necessary.

  Against my skin, he said, “I don’t know what scent you have on this spot right here is, but I fucking love it.” His nose briefly touched my collarbone and followed its path to my shoulder where he used it to move aside the top of my shirt to nibble on, too. My body’s reaction at first sent goosebumps down my arm followed by an involuntary shiver from head to toe.

  He looked up at me. “Since I know for a fact you’re not cold, I’ll take that shiver as a good sign.”

  I pulled him to me and kissed him with everything I had. The fire he set in me needed to be returned in kind. I ran my hand over his abs trying to find the opening to the barrier keeping me from what I knew had to be something off social media’s hunks’ hot list. When I reached the hem of his tee, I worked a fingernail under and dragged it up tracing the outlines of the dips and valleys of toned flesh.

  My brain screamed, “Your tongue’s next,” causing me to imagine the feeling of my tongue’s tip working its way up the same delicious path. I reached the puckered-centered flat disk and circled the little nub causing him to suck in a breath as he broke away from my lip.

  “You know what is good for one, is good for all, right?” He looked through the fogging windows and then back at me before taking the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head. “Why waste time when the good stuff’s waiting?”

  I made a pointed look down at his, and he reached back and pulled his tee the rest of the way off and just like my imagination thought, the darkened view mesmerized me with definition a woman could drool over.

  He reached down and ran his seat all the way back. “You know, I haven’t been parking since I got my driver’s license in high school.”

  “Since I’ve never been, I feel honored. You’re the first.” We both snickered before he picked me up and turned me, so I straddled his lap. My plain white bra embarrassed me but didn’t faze him when he ran his index finger along the top barely grazing the skin of my breast. The touch returned me to where we were before my clothes came off.

  On his second pass, he dipped it under the edge and ran the tip around my pert nipple causing a little moan from me. Damn, it made me want to rip off his clothes and attack him. It’d been a long time since I had sex, so I wanted this more than I thought I would. Not that we were going to have sex in the front seat of his truck because that would be wrong, but what we were doing had me thinking all kinds of wrong, which could account for why I reached around and unhooked my bra for him.

  The bra straps slowly worked their way down my arms with neither of us bothering to catch them.

  “Shit, Timbre. I thought you were beautiful before, now there’s no question about it. You’re fucking gorgeous.” He palmed both breasts lifting them to meet his lips. His tongue shot out and traced a slow ring around the nipple on one while his thumb and index finger rolled the other to a hard pebble. He growled, “Damn,” before he sucked the peak into his mouth running his teeth over the taut sensitive skin. After working me into a total frenzy, he switched to the other side and started his assault all over again.

  I ground my hips against his rock-hard cock straining against his jeans searching for more friction against my clit. “Hayden,” I said as I tugged on his hair. “Hayden.” My voice was higher and louder as I worked my body against him. I knew what was coming, ME. Me, I was “coming, coming, oh God, Hayden, coming.” Sparks ignited, and I burst into the flame we both fanned. I never took my eyes off his, especially when I saw those golden rays in that deep brown.

  I finally caught my breath and came down from the high only a fantastic orgasm could cause. He held me to his naked flesh.

  “You okay, babe?” he whispered as he kissed the top of my head resting against his warm skin.

  My embarrassment over the big O simply from rubbing against him had my face hot. I could feel a bright red glow. “Yeah,” I barely squeaked out. “Uh, thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say to him. It must have been longer than I thought since I’d allowed myself to enjoy something so personal. Certainly, this wouldn’t happen in the shelter with strangers three feet away from me. The longer I had to think about it, with my emotions so raw from the orgasm, the more upset I became.

  Tears rolled down my face and onto his skin. His muscles flexed when the tears hit his hot skin, so I knew he felt my embarrassment.

  “Hey, it’s okay, Timbre. What’s wrong?” He tried to pull me away from his skin, but I clung to him. He finally gave up the struggle to look at me and wrapped me in his strong arms. The safety he provided began to melt the vulnerability away.

  Finally, with the tears under control, I pushed to have him release me. “Thank you again, and I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say to you.”

  “Nothing, Timbre. You don’t have to say anything to me about what happened. I hope I didn’t cause you to cry, though. That was never my intention.”

  “No, it’s my insecurities about everything going on in my life. Couple that with the uh, uh—”

  “Orgasm?”

  “Yeah, the orgasm, and I guess it was too much.” This time I leaned against his chest to enjoy the warmth.

  “You have nothing to apologize for except hurting my ego,” he said it with a chuckle.

  “Your ego?” I sat back to judge his comment’s meaning.

  “Yeah, I thought you were so worked up for me that I coaxed it out of you.” His brown are eyes now sparkling. Damn him for looking so good.

  “Well, hell… yeah, you did.” I played along with his joking comments. “I mean what girl in her right mind wouldn’t get all excited to have a hot guy with big, strong muscles and delicious ink giving him the whole bad-boy look, rubbing all over her?” I enunciated all the compliments to add to the ego-building humor.

  “Hmm. I think you’re blowing smoke up my ass now, babe, but I’ll take it. And I seem to recall, the rubbing going on was from some beautiful woman grinding her wet, slick puss
y across me.”

  “Hayden!” I said loudly. “That sounded terrible.”

  “Not to me, it didn’t. I know you can feel the wood between us. As far as I’m concerned, we need to pick up where we left off, and we’ll both have an explosion of the best kind.”

  I playfully punched his arm. “You’re bad.”

  “I know. Now, what’re you gonna do about it?” he teased.

  “Go inside?” I said. “It’s getting late, and you probably need to go home.”

  He glanced at the clock on his dash. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s a school night, and if I know the kid, he’s probably neck deep in a war game.”

  Hayden reached over and handed me my shirt and bra. I made a move to climb off him.

  “No, not yet. You feel so good sitting here. Stay a little longer, please.”

  I smiled at him as he watched me redress then handed him his tee, and he slid it over his head. He pulled me into him and hugged me tightly. I could feel his hardness still pressed against me but knew our time together had come to an end for the night.

  He opened his door and picked me up standing me on the pavement before climbing out. I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him for a goodbye kiss. Damn, this man could kiss me and leave a puddle on the ground.

  When I pulled back, he reluctantly let me go.

  “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” he asked as I made my way to the buzz of the door lock.

  “You better.” I winked and pulled open the door.

  “Damn, she’s gonna kill me.”

  Sleep that night was out since thinking about the gorgeous woman I had in my lap seemed far more interesting. Our time together didn’t last long enough. We needed a real date where we’d be together longer than a few hours. I felt like a damn kid sneaking around to peek at forbidden fruit when we sat in the truck, and mad at myself for only rounding second base.

  I wanted her all to myself for the entire night. Hell, better than that would be a whole fucking weekend. Yeah, a whole lot of fucking in one weekend. I needed to talk to Peri and Ryan or see about having Nanny over here for a weekend, but that didn’t sit right with me. I worked all week and sometimes late into the night. Leaving Crew with a sitter on the weekend seemed wrong. We needed to have a talk.

  Thinking about Timbre sitting in my lap got me hard again. I had to keep that shit under control for sure. How would I explain that to my son? Not ready for that at all. We may talk about sex openly but not me having sex. I’ve always been super honest with him. If he asked, I told him. If we saw something that I thought he might want to talk about, I brought it up. He’d known where babies came from for several years with all the kids Ryan and Peri popped out. Ryan and I sat the two monsters down and told them plainly how that happened.

  They laughed out loud when Ryan admitted he and Peri had sex other than to make the three little Powells. The two snuck off in Tucker’s bedroom, and we heard them talking quietly, so we knew they discussed it among themselves because they came out later with more questions. Some technical and some dealing with relationships. Talking about Crew’s mom and me making him was an entirely different story. He would never know how he accidently came into this world.

  Now I had sex on my mind. Damn. I threw back the covers and grabbed some lube from my nightstand. I might have been careful with Crew around, but I wasn’t dead. I recalled how hot Timbre looked when her bra fell from her shoulders releasing those beautiful tits. Pure perfection stared at me. I stroked my hard cock from the base to the tip and back before I paid more attention under the head where the most sensitive spot waited for it.

  When I sucked those pebbled nipples in my mouth, and she ground down on my dick, I wanted to nut right then like a damn teenager. She looked so beautiful with her head thrown back exposing the fair skin of her long neck. Her back arched pushing the round globes closer to me just before she came looking me straight in the eyes. I cursed myself for not having her orgasm at least happening on my fingers, so I could feel her pussy tightening around them and sucking the slick digits into her heated core.

  The images drifting through my mind of her coming had me at the edge with my grip tight on my cock. When I remembered her words, coming… coming… coming, I shot long ropes of come all over my stomach.

  “Fuck.” I looked down at the mess I’d made before I climbed out of bed and into my bathroom. Thank God I didn’t have to go out of my room to the bathroom and risk running into my son.

  Yeah, dammit. We needed to talk about me dating more. He needed to meet Timbre sooner than I thought he would.

  I jumped when the alarm went off on my phone, as the night passed by too quickly. I usually got up before it chimed. I heard noise and knew Crew worked at getting ready for school.

  I fired off the heater on the Keurig and waited for the cup to brew. Perked coffee had the top position on the list of the morning routine for me.

  “Hey, Pops.”

  “Morning, son. Big day today?”

  “You know it. Football night for us, and the team we’re playing is supposed to be all bad ass.”

  “Bad ass, huh? So you and Tucker decide y’all are old enough to use bad language these days?”

  “Pops, the word ass is in the Bible and you say it all the time, so I don’t think it’s a bad word.” He had a point.

  “As long as you know, there’s a time and place for everything and using bad language is one of those things. At school in front of your teachers, not acceptable. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I looked at him over the top of my mug.

  “Yes, Pops. So when else is it not acceptable? Just so we’re clear.” He was testing me. I could see it on his face.

  “Well, Crew, if I had my way it would never be acceptable, but I know that’s not a reasonable option. So let me say this, if you have to think about it then it’s probably not an ideal location.”

  “It’d be better if you laid out those rules for me then, Pops.”

  “In front of elderly adults, it is never okay. It’s disrespectful. In front of a room full of adults, not a good thing. Save the language for using with your friends when it’s just a bunch of guys around. Now, with a bunch of girls around, it’s not acceptable either, and they might find it offensive. You wouldn’t want to offend a bunch of pretty girls, would you? So consider where you are. Do you think you can do that for me, please?”

  “Sure, Pops. I can do that.” He picked up his backpack and hugged me. I kissed the top of his head. This kid needed not to grow up anymore. I wasn’t ready for it.

  “Go on, Nanny’s driving this morning. I’ll be at the game today. See you then.”

  “Right. Love you, Pops.”

  “Love you too, son. Have a great day.”

  “You bet.” He closed the door behind him.

  Friday rolled around too quickly. I wanted to make plans with Timbre but so much got in the way with work, Crew, and her schedule. Seeing her would take some advanced planning every time.

  I pulled my phone out and texted Peri to meet. I needed help with my life, and she always had solutions to problems.

  Me: Talk?

  Peri: Sure

  Me: Today

  Peri: Time

  Me: Now?

  Peri: Come on over

  I pulled in their driveway with my coffee mug knowing where to find more of the god’s nectar at this house. The warmth of their kitchen greeted me along with the best morning aroma on earth. I walked straight to the pot filling my cup when Peri walked in followed by Ryan. Good, we could talk about all the ideas weighing on my mind at once.

  “Morning, guys.” I saluted with my full cup.

  “Morning,” Ryan’s response sounded like a grumble.

  “Don’t mind him. He’s like this sometimes when his morning doesn’t go as planned.” She snickered.

  “I love my kids to pieces, but we need a better lock on that damn door. Getting cock blocked by a three-year-old talking about putting doll clothes
on her baby falls under the label of all kinds of wrong.”

  “Hush. You make it sound like we never have sex.”

  “Not like we used to,” he reminded her.

  “Ryan, what did we do last night before your snoring kept me from getting any sleep?”

  His head jerked up looking at her and then at me. “Too much information for the kid here, sweets.”

  “Since you’ve brought this up, we need to talk,” I cut them off before more private time info became common knowledge.

  “Oh, is that why you’re here?” Peri turned from the bar and looked at me sitting at the breakfast table.

  “Yeah, that and some other things.” This got both their attention, so they joined me.

  “What’s going on?” Ryan asked.

  “Let’s start with this. Have the two of you heard the boys cussing?” Ryan smiled, and Peri scowled.

  “Did you hear any Ryan?” She glared at him.

  “Only a few times. No big deal.” He took a sip of his coffee.

  “One thing will lead to another.”

  “Calm down, sweets. It’s a phase all kids go through. Or hell, maybe it’s just boys. How should I know? Does this mean Gemma is going to be talking like that? Oh, hell no.”

  “Don’t give me the boys will be boys thing.” She looked at me. “Have you heard them talking?”

  “Yeah, yesterday in the truck. It’s no big thing, but I want us to be on the same page. Remember, we signed on to parenting together? I think our time is now.”

  “What did you say to them?” she asked.

  “Nothing to Tuck. I wanted to talk to you first, but I did talk to Crew this morning.” I recapped the conversation for these two.