“I think about you all day, no question about it, but this way, you’ll always know, even when I’m sleeping, I’m carrying you in my heart.” Jesus, he’s taking my breath away yet breathing air into my lungs all at the same time.
“Well, then it’s only fair I show you how appreciative I am of you.” I drop to my knees, which puts me at eye level with his length. My tongue darts out, licking a path from the base where his balls hang heavy, cupping them with one hand, my other moving around the back of his leg for purchase. The thick vein that runs his length is calling my name. My tongue traces it until I reach the head, thick and ready. There’s already a bead of pre-cum glistening.
“Jesus Christ, siren.” Mace’s hand touches the crown of my head, fingers clenching my hair. He wants me to take his length all the way to the back of my throat. I’ve only done this once since we’ve been back together, and I’ve been craving his taste. I don’t give him exactly what he wants, though. I lick around the tip, even if I’m only making myself yearn to take what Mace is so willingly offering. It isn’t until he rocks his hips that my mouth engulfs the head of his cock, sucking hard, knowing there’s a shit ton more of his cum to give.
I make a humming noise as I move my fingers on his balls, cupping them how I know he likes until they’re pressing against the base of his thick and heavy girth, fingers barely touching the others when I wrap it around his length. That’s when I start using my mouth in earnest, sliding back and forth, hallowing my cheeks, not going deep enough to appease him, though. See, Mace likes to quite literally fuck my throat, and I’m not at that point yet, not after all of the teasing he’s done to me lately. Turnabout is fair play and all that jazz.
“Tyra.” It’s deep and guttural grunt. I take him all at once, moving my hand out of the way, using the back of his thick thighs as I breathe through my nose and take him to the back of my mouth, and I swear his tip engorges further at this moment in time. “Enough!” He moves me off his cock, hands using my hair as leverage to pull me away even though my mouth is wide open, begging to suck him again.
“That’s not fair, Mace. It’s my turn to make you come.” A throbbing between my legs builds at the thought of what could have happened if he let me continue sucking his dick.
“My cum down your throat won’t get you pregnant, siren.” He helps me up until I’m standing, turning us around until my body is facing the bed. “Get on the bed, Tyra.” My eyes flutter closed at his command, and I do as he says because my body is starved and there’s only one person who can satiate my hunger. And he’s coming right at me.
“Please,” I beg right as the outside of his thighs spread mine. He has his cock in hand, and the moment he places the head at my entrance, he slams inside, giving me exactly what I didn’t know I needed or wanted.
TWENTY-FIVE
Mace
One MonthLater
“You’re sure about this?I don’t want to push you, and I want this to be on your terms.” It’s been a long-as-hell month, sneaking around once Von is asleep at Tyra’s place, seeing as she has a two-bedroom and taking my woman on a couch where our son could find us naked wasn’t a visual we wanted planted in his mind. Von already knows more about the birds and the bees as it is, only it’s with animals. Fucking documentaries make for some hard-ass questions to answer.
“I’m positive. I know it’s only been a few weeks, and I should probably make you work for it a lot longer since it took you over a year to get back to the real Mace.” Von is at school right now, the two of us both getting an afternoon off to hang out with one another, and now we’re in my Range Rover waiting in the pick-up line until it’s our turn at the gate. This is the part I dread when it’s my turn to grab him from school. It’s the slowest of the slow, five kids per gate opening, making it take twice as long to get through.
“I’m a lucky man and won’t ever take that for granted again.” I bring her hand to mouth, kissing it before returning it to the center console, where we continue holding one another’s hand.
“I’d say so. I know we still have some tough roads to navigate, but I think it’s time we let him in on our secret before we get caught. You know our boy as well as I do,” she states. Von doesn’t like when people lie or being kept in the dark. Yes, he’s a child, but he also has his own little nuances everyone is allowed to have.
“That I do.” I got lucky. Von responded as well as he did with me moving and seeing him more frequently, I think the only reason being because I made sure to stay consistent.
“Finally,” Tyra says. I chuckle, thinking I was the only one pissed about how long it takes. I mean, sure, we could be those types of parents who get to the car rider lane an hour early, to be the first one to pick up our child, but that’s a lot of sitting around and wasting gas as well as time. “What? You act like I’m the only one in this car who doesn’t like to sit around and wait.”
“You’re definitely not. The way you’re squirming in your seat tells me you’re nervous,” I reply. Tyra puts the bright orange name tag on the dash; his first and last name along with his grade are plastered on it. We both made a pact that if we’re not in this lane, neither one of us would drive around advertising where our boy goes to school. Some parents might do that, but to us it wasn’t a risk we were willing to take, not with the fucking loony-ass people who walk around these days.
“I am. I mean, we are kind of springing this on him. What if he doesn’t handle this well? What if he likes having us one on one?” Christ, Tyra’s not ready to tell him, and I’m not going to allow that to happen.
“Look at me, siren.” I disengage our hands knowing we only have seconds until Von is in the car with us. “We’re going to take him for ice cream, we’ll act like we have been for the past month and go from there, just the three of us getting along like usual. I am not pushing this on you or Von. So, for now, we’ll play it safe until you’re comfortable. I don’t have your forgiveness yet, and that’s okay. Time is what we need.”
“Okay, we’ll do it your way. God, I suck. I’m so sorry, Mace. I should be over this by now. It should be smooth sailing. It’s been a month. You’ve proven and shown me how much work you’re willing to put into our family. I’m just scared.” Her eyes are cast downwards. The weight of this she’s been carrying around, it’s enormous. Even I know a month isn’t long enough to make her see that I’m not going anywhere.
“Chin up, siren. We’ve got a little boy to pick up, and I am not upset, nor am I mad about this decision. It’s one we’re making together. I’ll keep trying and working until I have your forgiveness. Don’t doubt that, okay?” I tip her head up with two fingers beneath her chin, softly press a kiss against her lips, and then I pull away.
“Thank you, Mace,” Tyra responds as a teacher opens the door for Von to climb inside. His backpack is being flung off and thrown to the other side of the vehicle as he parks his butt in his seat.
“Wow, MomandDad! I hit the jackpot,” is Von’s way of greeting us. The heaviness that was surrounding us gives way to laughter, and one day soon, I know this will be our new normal.
TWENTY-SIX
Tyra
I ran.I hid and buried my head in the sand. I am the epitome of a coward. Mace has bent over backwards, all for what? For us to pretend everything was peachy keen to our son, going our separate ways, and for Von staying with Mace last night, not that it matters whose weekend is whose. That stopped mattering when Von asked to spend the night on a day that wasn’t usually Mace’s, and the look on both of their faces had me nodding as an answer.
I’m sure Mace could feel me pulling away. I assured him that everything was okay. He told me to stop lying to myself and to call Celeste. I should be annoyed that he knew what I needed when I didn’t myself. There are so many facets of Mace to love, and I do love him; I’m just a fucking idiot and gun shy about talking, my biggest hang-up yet.
I followed his advice, which is the reason all of us girls—Celeste, her sister-in-law, Journey, Hendrix, who is Journey’s personal assistant, and I—are currently sitting at the bar in Wylder’s casino. All of us dressed to the nines because why not.
“You need to forgive him, Ty. Not just for Mace and Von, but for yourself. Why do I feel like a broken record?” Celeste gives me the eye, probably because she’s told me this more times than I can count.