by Thia Finn
“Dude, you can’t stretch your food down. That’s stupid.”
“Tucker, that’s not okay to call him stupid,” Peri told her son. “You both know how I feel about that word.”
“Sorry. Hey, let’s go play the new game I got last week for the Nintendo for a while, and then we’ll feel like eating more.”
“Good idea.” The two took off up the stairs laughing about something as Teagan chased behind.
Timbre watched them round the corner before looking at me. “Those two are so lucky to have each other growing up. It’s like having a twin without living in the same house.”
“Yeah, I’m glad we had them so close together now,” Peri added.
“At the time, it didn’t seem all that great.” I looked down at my plate thinking about how hard those first months were.
“But we made it and now look at them.” Peri picked at her mashed potatoes. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Ryan leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek. “I wouldn’t trade any of them.”
“Good thing. I think I kinda love them all.” She wrapped her arm around his waist and hugged him.
I looked over at Timbre. I knew she was in the dark about the whole story, but I didn’t like reliving that time in my life. I’d fucked things up royally with alcohol and Crew was the result. Not that I’d trade any of it now because he was the best gift of all.
“Hey, y’all think Crew could stay the night? I want to take Timbre out for a while, and I don’t know how late we’ll be.”
“Sure, he’s always welcome. You know that, Hayden.” Peri probably knew where this was going. She encouraged me to tell Timbre everything. Now was as good a time as any since the girlfriend announcement.
I looked over at Ryan and, of course, he’s thinking about getting her in bed. Where else would this asshat’s mind be going? I felt sure Peri would set him straight once we left.
“Is that okay with you, Timbre?” I picked up her hand in mine and kissed the back of it.
“Sure. Do I need clothes for tomorrow?” I nodded my head, and she stood and went to her house for them.
“Thanks, guys. I want to tell her about Crew’s mom.”
“Yeah, I guessed that’s what you were getting at.” Peri picked up Gemma and sat her in her lap, kissing her head of curls.
“Ohhh. I thought you wanted…” he looked at Gemma. “Well, you know.” He reached over and fingered the same curls.
“We all knew what you thought. What else would be on your mind?” Peri laughed.
“Right. One track mind,” I added.
“Hey, I’ve got your kid for the night. Alone time means one thing to me these days. I’m happy if we can get them out of our bed for an hour these days.” Ryan looked like he’d been deprived of sex for years.
“Get the lock fixed. Nights might be more fun if you did,” Peri reminded him.
He stood instantly. “As a matter of fact, I bought one the other day. It’s in my truck.” He headed out the door to retrieve the kid blocker.
“I think it’s a great idea to get all of this out in the open, Hayden. I’ve already told you that.”
“Yeah, I’m going to tonight. I want her to know what she’s getting into.”
“Hayden, that was a long time ago. You’re a different person now, and no one can fault you with the father you’ve been to your son. He’s a great kid. Ask anyone who knows him.”
“That’s because of you, Ryan, and Nanny, too. I am so grateful to have the three of you.” I stood and kissed Peri on the top of the head. “You’ve been my lifeline with that boy.”
“And look, we didn’t break them or hurt them too much in all these years.” We both laughed.
“That’s debatable in some areas,” I added, and we laughed some more.
Once Timbre returned, we rode to my house in silence. I wanted to know what she was thinking, but I didn’t want to start the conversation about Krissy in the truck. I helped her down and took her bag, wrapped an arm around her and walked beside her into the house.
“What’s going on, Hayden? You’re acting funny, and not in a ha-ha way. Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. Just the opposite. Everything’s right at this moment.” I dropped her bag and tugged her closer to me kissing her hard. Everything about this woman set my blood on fire, and a hot kiss only equated to a spark.
I pushed her back until her back laid flat against the door. “You make me crazy sometimes, Timbre.” I dove back into the warmth of her mouth, our tongues dueling for special spots that set the other off into a frenzy. When I pulled back, we were both breathing like we’d run a mile at full speed.
“God, Timbre. You make me want you constantly. One look from under those lashes at the dinner table tonight like you gave me, and I wanted to send the others packing so I could clear that table with one sweep and make love to you there.”
“Sorry. The longer we sat there, the more I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. Seeing you be the best dad ever and the way you play with Gemma, it just makes me hot for you.” She pulled my snap-front shirt open and ran her warm hands over my pecs stopping to create some havoc with my nipples.
“Two can play at that game, babe.” I pushed her t-shirt up and was greeted with a lacy black bra that pushed her gorgeous tits up. “I like it. What other surprises are you hiding from me under these clothes?”
“You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
“I have a better idea. Strip for me and show off what’s hiding in there.” I pulled the t-shirt back down and left her standing at the door.
“Strip, like a strip tease?” she questioned me with a strange look on her face.
“Uh, what other kind is there?” I laughed.
“I don’t know. I’ve never done it before.”
“Good. Then give me your best performance.” I pulled my phone out and started Beyonce’s Partition for her to do a slow, sensual act for me. Damn, this was going to be good. My dick got hard just thinking about it.
“Okay, I guess I can try.”
“You’ll be beautiful no matter what you do, babe.” I slid forward on my couch seat and took her hand kissing her palm with my tongue and lips. “Just start moving to the music.”
She moved all right. God, I didn’t know she had it in her to move that way. She pushed the coffee table’s contents on the floor and stood in the middle of the big wooden square. She began with her hips circling to the music and turned her back to me.
I wanted to reach out and grab that perfect ass and give it a bite it but held back allowing her to run this cock-teaser show. When she rotated around, she grabbed the hem of the shirt winding her fingers in the material just above her hipbones making the shirt tight as she rocked it back and forth showing a little more smooth skin slowly getting to her bra. She slipped the shirt over the top of one cup and then down so she could do the same with the other. Once both were put on display, she pulled the shirt up, so both showed behind the black lace that pushed them up and in for maximum cleavage.
She whipped the top over her head on an emphasized note of the music and threw it at me. The thin straps wrapped around her fingers as she wound them to make her fucking cleavage even higher between the milky white skin. The straps apparently hooked because, in one smooth move, she had the straps thrown back over her shoulders with the bra still in place.
“Interesting.” I adjusted my dick that pressed against my zipper hurting like hell.
She leaned forward and put her hands on the table top between her spread ankles so that her breasts were all but falling out of the cups. Slowly inching her palms up the inside legs of her jeans, she stood continuing up her body until she reached the bra. As she pulled the bra down, the luscious mounds spilled out looking straight at me.
“Damn, Timbre.” I wanted my hands on them but when I reached up, she swatted them away.
“This is my show, remember?” The music ended, so I moved on to Rihanna’s Pour It
Up causing her to bump and grind as she turned her bare back to me.
I heard the button pop and the slow descent of her zipper. One tooth at a time, the zipper made its way to the bottom while she peered at me over her shoulder. Damn woman was trying to kill me a slow death.
She started pulling the jeans over her hips that were perfect in every way, especially when it came to sex. Enough to hold onto when I wanted skin so I could forcefully enter her. I’d yet to have the pleasure of taking her from behind, but I knew holding onto those exquisite hips would allow me to powerfully thrust into her where I could hit all the best spots to create pleasure.
Her damn hips swiveled in a circular motion as she slowly lowered the jeans to her thighs revealing the matching lacey, black, boy shorts that allowed cheeks to peek out the bottom.
Where did women come up with these fucking teasing things? I needed to shop there for her soon.
“That’s right, babe. Roll those sweet-ass cheeks for me. I want you so fucking bad, I can’t take it much longer.” I spoke low, and could see from the look on her face she was just as affected as I was. I couldn’t take the pain behind the zipper any longer, so I unzipped my jeans and pulled my throbbing cock out. Damn this woman.
She dropped her gaze and watched me fist myself, then move my hand up and down the thick shaft. Her movements picked up as she followed my movements while dropping her jeans on the floor. She began thrusting her hips mimicking my fist.
“Dammit, I can’t take this another fucking minute, Timbre.” I stood and wrapped my arms around her pulling her to me. She slid down my body from the height of the table until my cock touched her wet opening.
“Do it, Hayden. I need you in me now.”
“It’s all you, babe. Remember?” I arched my eyebrow waiting for her response.
Her hand snaked down between us, and she wrapped her warm fingers and palm around me so she could run it up and down her crease mixing our precum together and causing me almost to explode in her hand.
“Fucking do it, babe. I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around me when you come.”
She lowered herself ever so slowly down my aching cock and holding off from finishing before it started was the hardest thing I’d done in forever. With her glorious tits rubbing down my chest and her nails slowly scraping up and down my abdomen and around to my ass, I didn’t think I could do it.
I sat back down and took her with more force than I thought possible. Slamming into her over and over caused all my fucking senses to go blank at once.
I had to stop moving for a moment.
“You okay?” she asked looking at me with those big eyes.
“Yeah, I just needed a moment to regroup. Too intense at once.” I held her close and kissed her as I propped my feet on the table where she was dancing.
“Lean back, babe, and let’s try this again.” She leaned back on my legs until her body flattened out with her legs beside me bent. I began to slowly pull her up and down on my dick. This angle offered an entirely different form of pleasure, and from the look on her face, I knew she felt it, too.
“Oh, Hayden. Oh, my God. Yes, just like that. Right there. Right there.” I kept pumping harder and harder down me. I could feel her muscles begin to contract around me over and over, and I knew she was close. I reached up and began sliding my finger around her clit. She started screaming my name and her pussy began convulsing. She screamed and came in a gush of come all over my dick.
Her orgasmic juices and muscles throbbing on me sent me into my own spectacular orgasm. My balls tightened up, and I felt a tingle down my lower spine. It was as if I could follow the path until the jizz shot out the head inside her in several powerful spurts. Once it stopped and I was spent, I pulled her up and wrapped my arms around her holding her as close to my body as I could.
When my breathing finally evened out, I looked down at her closed eyes. “You okay, babe? That was quite a show you gave me there.”
“Uh-hmm,” was all I got out of her.
“You alive?” I smiled down at her, but she had yet to open her eyes.
“Uh-hmm.”
“I think we’re going to need to go clean up a little.”
“Uh-hmm.” A slow smile graced her beautiful face. I moved the hair back away, so I could see it all.
“Let’s go shower.”
“Uh-hmm.”
I laughed. Moving forward on the couch, I stood, scooping her up to carry to my bathroom where I proceeded to run my hands up and down her body cleaning away the evidence of our lovemaking. My dick didn’t like the idea of leaving her silky skin, so we had to have another round before we finally left the warmth of the shower.
The fridge door stood open while I foraged for something to feed on. “I’m starving,” I told her as she sat on the island behind me dressed in one of my t-shirts. It covered enough, but it rode up her legs when she jumped up on it and now those black panties were teasing me again. I could die a slow death with this woman.
She snuck her hand inside the bowl of grapes I took from the fridge popping one in her mouth. “We came out here to talk about something, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, we did. Let me get a few more things out, and we’ll talk. I want to tell you the whole story of how Crew came to be and why he’s mine. It’s not something I like to talk about, but I also don’t want to keep it from you. I don’t like secrets and don’t want any between us.”
“Good, because I don’t want any between us either. It’s not something a relationship needs to begin on. I’m a good listener, too, and nothing you say will bother me or change the way I see you and Crew.”
I didn’t know exactly where to start, so I decided the beginning was the only place. When we sat down on the bar stools at the end in front of grapes, apples, and cheese and a bottle of wine, I launched into my nightmare.
“When I was eighteen, I came to Austin to find Ryan. He was a long lost cousin, and my mom said he’d help me. I was young and dumb, but she assured me it would be fine, so I headed here with my guitar, my suitcase, and my truck.”
“That was brave to take off with only the basics and believe you could make it, Hayden.”
“No, it was childish, but I did it. Found Ryan, and he took me in, thank God. He hooked me up with the band, and we all immediately fell into fast friends. There was only one drawback, Krissy.”
“She must be ‘The Bitch.’” Timbre looked at me, and I could only nod my head. I hated telling her this story.
“Assured Distraction was touring at the time and then went over with Chandler’s dad’s band, Steel, to Europe.”
“Isn’t that the tour that launched them?”
“Yeah. They were known worldwide after that tour.”
“What were you doing while they were gone?”
“Well, Krissy was Ryan’s girlfriend, and she ended up moving in with me while they were on tour. That’s where all of my trouble started.”
“Don’t tell me you slept with his girlfriend, Hayden.” She thought the worst of me, and I knew it was coming, but I hated every minute of telling this.
“It’s worse than that.”
“Worse? How could it be worse?”
“She came on to me every chance she got, but I played a lot of late night shows, so I didn’t spend too much time with her.”
“Good to know.” She put her hand on mine. This story still hurts me even after all of this time.
“One night I’d been drinking at the bar where I’d played.”
“You were just a kid. How were you drinking?”
“The bartenders would look the other way if you were in the band. Lots of bars allowed it then.” She nodded her head. “So, I had a lot to drink and then went home, and she had waited up for me. We drank a lot more after I got to the apartment. I really don’t even remember having sex with her. I woke up alone in my bed the next day and thought nothing of it.”
“Hayden, that’s like rape.”
“Exactly. Except apparen
tly I liked it since I finished the deed.” I took a deep breath.
“You were so drunk you didn’t remember having sex? What about the evidence? I mean, didn’t you know you’d had sex with someone.”
“No, apparently, she was sober enough to know that we would have repercussions since I’d turned her down and even locked my door to keep her away at night. I found her in my bed a few times before anything could happen.”
“Really? She was that desperate?”
“I guess so. Anyway, she turned up pregnant and swore it was Ryan’s baby from their last time together. Ryan swore there was no way it was his until the very end, though.”
“Poor Peri. When did she come into the mix?”
“When they left for Europe, Ryan and Krissy broke up, and she started going out with other guys, so Ryan did, too. Eventually, he ended up with Peri. Then Peri turned up pregnant, too. She knew for sure it was Ryan’s.”
“So Ryan thought he had two pregnant at one time? Oh, my God.”
“Yeah, it was bad, but he never admitted to Krissy’s baby being his. He took care of her, and it caused a few problems with Peri, but she was such a trooper. Even said she’d help him raise the baby if it was his.”
“That’s generous of her. I’m not sure I could be that forgiving.”
“Peri’s one of a kind. So, by the time Krissy’s baby came, everyone knew it couldn’t be Ryan’s, and she knew she couldn’t pull it off anymore. She refused to hold Crew. Hell, she wouldn’t even give him a name, which I’m okay with now. I’d been living with her and felt sorry for the little guy so I took over caring for him. When Ryan told her he would get a paternity test, and the doctor proved it couldn’t be his from blood types, Krissy finally owned up to what she did to me.”
Timbre wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. Reliving the nightmare that ended the best possible way, still haunted me sometimes, like now.
“The Bitch got up the next morning and walked out the door never looking back. I took my son home, and he’s been mine ever since. Well, Peri, Ryan, and mine. I decided I’d move back home and my mom would help me with him. I could get a job around there and give up music, but Peri and Ryan weren’t having it. She had Tucker, and they talked me into moving in full-time with them. I still traveled with the band, opening for them and writing music with them. We hired Nanny and became a family. We just live in our own house now.”