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So sorry for the massive wait, I write this story as the inspiration comes...so no idea when your next chapter will be, but got the back story and the plot figured out. A huge thank-you to all my patient readers and to lizzy, chibiduo, Little A Granger, Tyka's Flower, Angel Devastation, my best friend Nawmay and BeybladeLover339 for reviewing.
Warnings: Break out the fans, cause it's going to get steamy.
"I don't love you anymore!"
My own words echoed in my head and Tyson's broken face to mind – I downed another shot of tequila. Anything to make the memories go away. Anything to forget that because of my stubborn actions, I had lost the one person who had never given up on me.
...Until that night everything went to hell.
I struggled not to cough as the vile liquid burned its way down my throat, and my head felt a little more fuzzy. I relaxed in my bar stool and nearly chuckled at myself. I told myself that I didn't love him, yet here I was, sitting at the bar, trying to drown my feelings in a bottle, while some no-talent, wannabe musicians played – It was straight out of a bad country song.
I took another shot.
"Hello Gorgeous, what's your name?"
I glanced at the woman and nearly shuddered. She was at least twice my age, wearing more cheap make-up than most women owned. "Kai." I said gruffly, hoping the woman would take the hint and go away, but of course she had to sit in the empty seat next to mine.
"So what's your story baby?" she said in what she must've thought was a seductive manner, which only succeeded in making her look like a sloth in drag. Ugh, her dollar-store perfume was nauseating.
I wanted this slut out of my face. "Single dad of five kids, including identical twins."
I had a hard time hiding my smirk as her face paled and she made up an excuse about needing a rest room and baled.
I heard a familiar laugh as the bartender said, "Soon you'll be telling them that you live in a trailer park and offer them to come over and you'll make them rat stew for breakfast."
I smiled. "Whatever gets them to leave me alone."
"You should really think about giving one of them a chance, they might surprise you."
"She was old enough to be my grandmother, Ray."
My friend of 18 years laughed again. "Well I didn't mean that one. What about that group over there?" he nodded over to a group of people who had to be at least 10 years younger than me.
"Fuck no." I sighed. "Another White Russian please."
He sighed and poured me the drink. "Where's your little guy tonight?"
"At Tyson's, having a sleepover."
He passed over the drink. "Glad to see you and Tyson still getting along. It's World War III when you don't."
He was referencing the year right after we broke up. When we showed no mercy. Right when our wounds were fresh and raw and all we wanted was the other to suffer; Praying that one of us would end the feud and come crawling back.
But by the time one of us broke, it was too late.
I arrived at Tyson's right after work, like I had promised. Unfortunately Tyson was teaching class so Hilary opened the door. "Oh hey Kai! Gou! Your dad is here!" she called over her shoulder.
I took in her appearance. She hadn't changed much over the years, the only major difference was a pair of nice round boobs. I could see why Tyson was happy with her. Jealousy clenched around my heart.
Fortunately Gou was down the stairs seconds later. "Hey, were you good for your aunt and uncle?"
"Oh Gou's always so well behaved. Feel free to drop him off at anytime!"
"Yeah. Thanks Hilary." I closed the door after Gou, wishing that I could've seen Tyson again.
After 2 weeks, I had finally had enough. Taking out my cellphone, I message him /Why don't you just come work for me?/
It took awhile before Tyson's response came. /Are you sure?/
/Yes. It'll help you out and I'm looking for an assistant./
/Sure. When do you want me to start?/
/Monday./
I fired my assistant that day.
We tried. We really tried. We managed to last a full 6 hours before he led me to my office and locked the door.
I tried to resist, but as soon as I locked my eyes with his, I found myself getting lost in those beautiful chocolate pools.
He kissed me and slid his hands deep into my pants and stroked my length.
I chuckled. "Just like old times."
"Exactly." he whispered huskily and pushed me onto the office couch. I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him passionately. He responded by shoving his tongue down my throat, eliciting a moan from deep within me. He pulled away and started sucking along my neck, knowing my most sensitive spots. He nipped my pulse point and my back arched.
He pulled off my shirt and slowly, almost painfully slow, he kissed his way down my torso, inch by inch until he finally reached the waistline of my pants. Then, what could only be described as animalistic, he ripped them off and took my cock fully into his mouth!
OH! My toes curled and my hips bucked as a moan was torn from my throat as the glorious heat engulfed me. I wanted him. Now.
I moved to get up, but his sun-kissed hand kept me down firmly. "Nice try, but I'm going to be the one driving you crazy, Phoenix."
My heart beat sped up as he used my old nickname, it then when into over-drive as he sucked me harder. His tongue twirled and twisted its way up and down my shaft and I lost myself in the pleasure.
Without warning, I suddenly found myself on the edge. "Ty-" but Tyson deep-throated my cock in response and white encompassed my vision as my fingers curled into his hair and I released my essence into his mouth.
When he pulled away, there was a trial of cum trickling down the corner of his mouth I pulled him down on top of me and licked it off, before kissing him, tasting myself on his lips before he laid his head down onto my chest.
Why couldn't we just stay like this forever?
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