8. Draco
MAN TALK…
Lyn walked up the stairs shaking her hands in the air like she was through with us. Hell, I was over this shit myself.
“Why don’t we sit down and have a conversation? I think it’s best that we do it now before things escalate to a place that will ultimately hurt Taelyn. I know none of us want that.”
I watched the resolve of all three men soften. Lyn was their soft spot just like she was mine. I was an only child. I never had the privilege to be the protector of a little sister. The privilege was not granted, but there was understanding of it. I could only hope if Lyn and I had boys and girls, that my sons would be just as protective as my Lyn’s family was.
We moved to the kitchen island. Mont walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. I didn’t know what he was doing until he grabbed four beers out of it. My expression must have told on me, because Mont quickly told me that my baby kept beer in her house because the family could end up at anyone’s house for a kickback, dinner, or cookout.
We all took a minute to open and sip our beers.
“Mr. Smith, here we are again with the bullshit. Can you explain to me without all the extra shit why you really have a problem with me and your daughter’s relationship?”
He leaned forward onto the island. “I think you’re nothing more than a rebound. My daughter is fascinated with you. One, because of your aggressive nature, and two, because she thinks old means more mature, and three, she’s in a rush to get into something serious that will get her down the aisle before her mother doesn’t recognize her at all. You’re over here talking all that smooth shit, and she’s falling for it hook, line, and sinker.”
I took a minute to digest his words. “There’s a lot to unpack there, and frankly, I’m not sure if we have the time tonight to get to it. I won’t address the rebound comment because I’m not worried. Big Draco is no one’s rebound. As far as my aggressive nature goes, that’s up for interpretation. From my observation, my baby was born into a family with a bunch of aggressive ass niggas. This should be nothing that she isn’t used to.
“If making sure my baby knows exactly what is expected within this relationship from both parties makes me aggressive, then I’ll take that. From the file that I saw about Taelyn and the one session that we had together, it was easy to determine that she was not used to speaking up when she should. She’d rather wait until it gets too far down the path before she speaks on it. It’s my job as her man to make sure I understand her needs, wants, strengths, and weaknesses. She’s literally my walking S.W.O.T. Now, because I am also aware that she has not been in many relationships, I know that guidance may be needed on both of our parts regarding how to navigate things between us.”
I took a sip of my beer before I continued.
“I’m not sure how you all run your marriages, but I am sure it all looks different. Just know, Mr. Smith, Mont, cousin Jacob, Lyn is safe with me. Last but not least, I think that her wanting to get down the aisle before Mrs. Smith loses all memories is more of your projection than her desire.”
I heard the movement upstairs and knew that Lyn would be back down soon.
“Y’all, I want to wrap this up as respectfully as I can. I’m not going anywhere, so I need y’all and anyone else who might have a problem to reconcile your feelings on your own time and with your God. This is the last time that I will address the topic of me and my love’s relationship. Respectfully, of course.”
I learned how to communicate properly when I was a kid thanks to my parents. In my opinion, that was what made me successful in my field. I had led seminars that I was paid handsomely to teach individuals how to properly communicate. To a normal dude, the Smiths, Christiansons, and Washingtons were highly intimidating. The problem for them was that I wasn’t a normal dude. I was a grown ass man with grown ass intentions and purposes for the people and things that I wanted in life. I wanted, I got, and I will keep Taelyn Astoria Smith-McMasters.
“Is this where we’re having dinner?”
Taelyn’s question pulled me out of my thoughts. We’d just pulled up to my house for dinner. I was intentional about not telling her that we were coming here. My baby had a bad habit of overthinking things. Had I told her we were going to have dinner with my parents, she would have changed clothes a thousand times, did her hair a million times, then tried to get out of going altogether.
“Yes, it is. This is my house. My mom cooked us dinner.”
If her seat belt wasn’t on, she might have jumped out of the car and ran away. The panic in her eyes made me feel bad about how I handled this.
“Baby, calm down. My parents are cool. I apologize for ambushing you like this. I should not have done that.”
I wasn’t going to give her an excuse as to why I handled it the way I did, because it didn’t matter. I was not a fan of taking away people’s free will. Well, to a certain extent because Lyn had no other option but to keep her ass in our car.
“Do you want to leave? We don’t have to stay here.”
She sat there quietly looking at my home. “Your house is so damn big. No, it’s fine. Please don’t blindside me like that again, Draco.”
I grabbed her chin to turn her face toward mine. “I will never do it again.”
My hand moved from her chin to her neck before I pulled her in for a sloppy ass kiss. When I pulled back, I gave her a mischievous smirk.
“I’ll be sure to make it up to you later.”
Once we were both out of my car and I had her bags, we walked to the front door hand in hand. I put the code into the keypad then pushed the door open. I reminded myself to set up Lyn a code of her own.
“Mom! Dad! Where y’all at?”
“In the kitchen, Son,” my dad responded.
I set Lyn’s bag on the couch that we passed before I pulled her into the kitchen with me.
“Mom, Dad, I want you to meet your future daughter-in-law, Taelyn or Lyn.”
My mother spun around from the pot that she stirred. The stars in her eyes made my heart smile. Both of her hands covered her chest.
“Oh, Son, she is beautiful.” She walked over to Lyn, took her hand in hers, then said, “Lyn, you are so beautiful.”
I saw the wetness in Lyn’s eyes when my mother pulled her into her arms. She didn’t like to talk about it much, but Lyn struggled with her mother’s condition. Since meeting Mrs. Smith, I’ve had interactions with her via video chat when I talked to my baby and she was at her parents’ house. There were times when Mrs. Smith remembered who I was, but other times, it was like she was meeting me for the first time. I sensed there was a level of embarrassment for Lyn. I made sure to always reassure her that there was nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. We were in this life thing together.
Her mother’s condition did make me recognize how blessed I was to have parents that were up in age and healthy. There were so many people that didn’t have that, or they didn’t have their parents at all. I loved my parents and would do anything for them. I was sure my baby felt the same way about her parents.
“Thank you, Mrs. McMasters.”
My father sat there with a wide smile. When we made eye contact, he simply mouthed to me, You did good, Son. My father was a man of few words. After my mother finished fawning over my baby, my father greeted her with a hug. My mom ran Lyn and I off to go wash our hands for dinner. I grabbed her bag so I could put it in my bedroom.
“Wait. Where do your parents stay in the house?” she asked with worry etched on her beautiful face.
I peeked over at her beautiful ass.
“I’ll show you after we drop this bag off.” I used my arm to pull her to my side, then kissed her temple. “Don’t worry. They will be none the wiser when I make Lilly Milly wet this dick up.”
Her feet paused, and her breath hitched. Yeah, I wanted to give her a hint of what was on the agenda tonight. When we got to the double doors of my bedroom, I pushed down the handle and pushed it open.
Lyn walked in before me. “Draco, why is your bedroom this damn big? All you’re missing is a kitchen.” She turned around, stopped, then crossed her arms over herself. “Oh, well, there it goes.”
I guffawed. “Baby, it’s not a kitchen. It’s a kitchenette because it doesn’t have a stove.”
I placed her bag on the couch in the lounge area of my bedroom.
“If you must know, there are times when I work from home with all virtual visits or administrative work. My bedroom set up allows me to stay in here all day and not be bothered. I can get sidetracked sometimes, so I wanted everything in one room.
“Don’t worry, baby. If I have to work from home, I’ll make sure there is a spot for you. I’ll make space for a workstation for you.”
She was right. My bedroom could be an entire apartment. My bed, kitchenette, sitting area or living room, bathroom and my main closet was on the main level. Upstairs in the loft was my office space, which had more than enough space to put another full workstation, another bathroom, and a smaller closet. Yeah, it was a lot, but I was a lot of nigga.
Lyn walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. My head tilted down to stare into her beautiful eyes. My hands had a mind of their own as they settled on her ass.
“So, you’ll make space for me, huh? How does that work when your sessions are confidential?”
I kissed her lips. “It’s called noise cancelation headphones.” I kissed her lips again. “Oh, and yes, I will make room for you. I already have.”
I grabbed her hand, then pulled her toward the closet. She gasped after I pulled the barn door back.
“That empty side is yours, love.”
Yeah, after our night at the lake house, I had my housekeeper clear out a space for my future wife. One thing my father told me was that a man would always know when he met his wife. I wasn’t sure if that was the truth until I met Samantha Nicole and again when I met Taelyn. What a man did with that knowledge was up to him. A man like me had no problem going into action when it came to my knowing. Could I slow down sometimes? No. What was meant for me was for me, and I wasn’t going to let up on it until I had it.
“Y’all better not be up there making my grandbaby right now when I got dinner on the table!” My mom’s voice sounded from the intercom. “Get y’all asses down here.”
I laughed at the shock on Taelyn’s face. “Your house is so big that you need an intercom, Draco. Is there more house that I’m missing?”
I walked over to the intercom. “Mom, we aren’t making your grandbaby yet. I was giving her a quick tour of my bedroom, and then I was going to show her where y’all’s wing was.”
“Lawd, y’all going to be up there for another hour if you’re giving her a tour of your bedroom apartment. Hurry up, Draco, before my daughter-in-law’s food gets cold.”
I shook my head before I tilted it toward Lyn. “You see how she doesn’t give a damn about my food? Come on so I can show you the entrance of my parent’s wing.”
She laughed. “I told you that your room was gargantuan.”
My house was split into two sides. My parents’ side was just as nice as mine. Both sides had three bedrooms and a full kitchen. My side had two bathrooms in my room, a Jack and Jill between the other two bedrooms, and a half bath downstairs. My parents only had one bathroom in their room, the Jack and Jill, and the half bath downstairs. When we got to the door that separated the sides, I turned to face my baby.
“Their side is behind here. There is a code that you’ll have to get over there. The door downstairs has the same code. My mom always cooks on my side since we generally eat together as a family for meals that I’m home for.”
She nodded with a smile. “That’s nice. My family eats a lot of meals together too. A lot of times it is impromptu, but yeah.”
I kissed her lips. I loved that she understood what it meant to be family oriented. It would make it easier when I put all my babies in her.
“Let’s get down here and eat before my mom comes up here with her house shoe.”
“Lyn, how many grandbabies are you willing to give me, and how soon can I get the first one? You see, I’m old, so I have to have these conversations now.”
If you thought I was a clear communicator, then you hadn’t met my mother. DaWanda McMasters was my first therapist and teacher on how to communicate.
When Lyn glanced over at me like she wanted to know if my mother was serious, I shrugged.
“I mean, I kinda want to know too.”
She chuckled. “Well, I come from a very, very big family. I’ve always seen myself having four or five kids. As far as how soon, that depends on your son.”
I almost choked on the piece of parmesan chicken that I put into my mouth. Oh, it’s like that? I felt my parents’ eyes on me. My mother wore a smirk while my father’s brow tried to kiss the ceiling.
“Remember you said that, Lyn. Just know that you might not be a McMasters when you get pregnant, but you will be one before you drop my baby.”
I was already thirty-six, and she was a virgin. When I got into that pussy, I planned to go in shooting at eggs. Taelyn had yet to really understand how calculated I could be. With her, I chose to use it for the good of our relationship.
My mother’s fork clinking on her plate caught everyone’s attention. “Let me go ahead and get a baby room set up on our side.”
The joy in my mother’s eyes and voice made me want to take my baby in my room now and impregnate her. I would never want the woman I have a child with to just be my baby’s mother. I wanted all of my children to be with the woman that I married and would be with forever. That was also another reason that I took on the celibate life.
After my wife died, I was reckless as hell. I slid into just about any bitch that was willing. That was until one of them came at me with a pregnancy claim. This bitch was the worst of the worst. She presented amazing in the club the night we met as well as any time I was around her to fuck. The moment she came to me about being pregnant, her entire demeanor changed. She allowed the real her to show.
When we went to her doctor’s appointment, I asked for a prenatal DNA test to make sure her child was mine. When the test came back proving that it was mine, I wanted to kick my own ass. From that moment on, this chick called me every day with the claim that she needed something for the baby. She sent me a picture of a Mercedes truck that she wanted. I sent her a picture of a KIA truck that I would get her. She had me fucked up.
When she was eighteen weeks pregnant, she miscarried. I felt horrible for thinking that God saved my life and gave me a second chance. From that moment on, I knew that I needed to do something different. There would never be another female that would be able to say that I impregnated her if she wasn’t my wife or future wife. After the miscarriage, the female that I impregnated tried her hardest to get me to fuck her again. When I rejected her, she tried to do that crazy shit. All I had to say to that was Fiona had been a beast since her younger days.
Lyn’s cheeks were high and reddish. I leaned over and gave her a kiss on her temple. The rest of our conversation over dinner was lively. My father and I held a conversation while my mother and Lyn held their own. I always said that my mother was meant to be a girl mom. There was this love that I could tell she wanted that only came from a girl child. My baby would never admit it either, but there was something that she was missing in her relationship with her mother.
My mother and Lyn cleaned the dining room and kitchen while my father and I sat in the living room with a beer.
“So, Son, when are you planning to tell her that you love her?”
His question caught me off guard. Not that it wasn’t a valid question, but it just caught me off guard.
“How do you know that I love her, Dad?”
He gave me a knowing look. “She’s here. Regardless of how fast you move, you are strategic. Her meeting us was the last step in your plan to ensure that she was the right one. Your mother’s question about babies combined with Lyn’s answer was the nail in the plaque of love that you just hung on your heart.”
My father knew me well, too damn well. It had been a few months since me and Lyn’s first date and us becoming official. That was part of the reason I was overly annoyed by her family. They acted as if I was just getting there.
Lyn and I went on dates and spent our time at the lake house, but we didn’t spend the night with each other. After the first night that we spent together, I knew I would never be able to stop myself from fucking her if we did it again. The way she sucked my dick had me looking at her virgin ass sideways. I prayed I never met a living ex of hers because I would assume she did the same to him. He would just have to die. There was no way I could leave anyone outside myself breathing that had experienced her head game.
“More than likely, she’ll know tonight. It’s crazy how much I love that damn girl,” I admitted.
My father grabbed the back of my neck. “It’s not crazy; it’s love. All I can say is to love her correctly, Son. Oh, and before you ask her daddy for her hand, make sure we formally meet her people.”
I hadn’t told my parents about her mother’s condition. “I know, Dad. I’m thinking we can have dinner in the next couple of weeks. I plan to ask her to marry me at her birthday dinner that her sister already told me that they are planning.”
My father’s head dropped with a titter. “My son wastes no time I tell you. What if her father says no?”
My stare at my father was blank.
“What if I cared? Dad, come on. Me asking her father is more of a formality. As long as Taelyn says yes, then it’s a yes.” I locked eyes with my dad. “She’s in the car, Dad.”
He smiled then responded. “And the door is locked. Well, go get your wife, Son.”
I planned to do just that.
After dinner, my parents retired to their side, and Lyn and I went to my room. She immediately told me she was going to take a shower. I snickered because I knew a sexually frustrated woman when I saw one. My thoughts were confirmed when I walked into the bathroom while she was in the shower and heard moaning. Lilly Milly needed a tickle. She jumped when the shower door slid opened. Without words, I walked in, then pushed her back to the wall. She said nothing as I dropped to my knees, put one leg over my shoulder, then ate my dessert for the night.
I brought her to two orgasms before I washed her body and dismissed her from the shower so I could wash myself. Lyn knew that sex was on the horizon with us because I sent her my STD test results two weeks ago. I already knew she wasn’t on birth control from previous conversations of ours. Yeah, she’s getting pregnant tonight.
An hour after our showers, we lay in the bed watching television. Unlike the first night that we were together, she seemed timid.
“Give me a kiss, Lyn.”
With high cheeks, she stretched her body upward for her lips to reach mine. When our lips connected, my hand gripped her neck. Her moan was loud. When she tried to climb on top of me, I stopped her.
“Lyn, you’re not about to have sex for the first time riding my dick. Trust me. You can’t handle it.”
My baby was sexually forward, and she hadn’t had the dick yet. I could only imagine how she would be after I blessed her. It had been a very long time since I used my dick. Once you learned how to proficiently and satisfyingly fuck and make love, you never forgot how to. That muscle memory came back real fast from what I heard from other men who were in a celibacy group that I used to attend. Celibacy was not an easy thing for some. Therefore, they had groups for that.
She kissed my lips before she unsaddled me. She laid on her back before she crossed her arms over herself. I chuckled before I rolled over to hover the top part of my body over hers. I kissed her lips.
“You are a spoiled brat, baby. You’re going to get the dick.”
Her arms moved around my neck before she pulled me down into a kiss. I bit lightly into her bottom lip. My baby liked an element of pain. We’d see just how much she could take in a minute. As we kissed, my hand traveled down her body. The feeling of her wetness on my fingers had my dick rock hard.
“I want you so fucking bad. Are you going to let me have you, Lyn?”
Her chin angled up as my fingers played with Lilly Milly. I can’t believe she named her pussy Lilly Milly, but I am going to rock with it. Her breathing was choppy as she spoke.
“Y-yes! Yes, y-you can have me. Please, have me!”
I lifted my tee shirt that she wore to uncover her breasts. As one finger slid in and out of her, I used my other to grope her breast. Her nipple went into my mouth. Her release was wet and plentiful. I wanted to get into more foreplay with her, but I knew it would be a long night. When I pulled back and climbed from the bed, the top of her body popped up. “Where are you going?”
I didn’t answer her question. Instead, I removed my boxer briefs, letting my hardened dick free. She licked her lips, making it harder because I knew more than anything, she wanted her mouth wrapped around it.
“Come here and suck this dick.”
She wasted no time scooting to the side of the bed and taking me into her mouth. One hand massaged my nuts and the other circled my dick as she sucked. I grabbed her ponytail that was in the back of her head. I held her still while I fucked her mouth. Spit spilled from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were stuck on me and mine were stuck on hers.
“You like that, Lyn?”
She moaned, sucked, and nodded. She’s so fucking sexy. After I pulled myself from her mouth, I told her to take the shirt off and lay back on the bed. She did as I asked with enthusiasm. Without instruction, she played with Lilly Milly. I watched her please herself. So fucking beautiful.
“Taelyn, I love you. I’m in love with you. Do you understand what that means?”
Her fingers stopped moving, and her eyes met mine. There was silence for a moment before her cheeks rose.
“I love you too, Draco.” She giggled. “I think I loved you the first time I sat on your couch. Yes, I understand what it means.”
“As crazy as it sounds, I feel the same way. The second I saw you in the lobby of my building, I knew. I knew you were going to be my wife. After tonight, you are 100 percent mine, and I am 100 percent yours. Our relationship is ours. Do you understand?”
She smiled, then said, “As long as you know that if you fuck me over, I will kill you. Now, please fuck me.”
Call me crazy, but that shit made my dick harder. I climbed into the bed to kiss my way up her body. She hungrily kissed my lips. I pulled back from the kiss to gaze into her eyes. She had the most beautiful eyes that could entrap you into doing anything she wanted.
“Baby, this is going to hurt. The way I’m going to do it might hurt more, but the pain will subside.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment. I was already lined up for entry. She was soaking wet.
“How are you going to?—”
Her words got caught in her throat when I pushed my way inside of her, bottoming out. That slow shit benefited no one in the end. It caused more pain than necessary. I kissed all over her face as a tear fell from her eye.
“Are you okay, baby? The pain will subside, I promise.”
“Okay! Okay! Just give me a second.”
I kissed her deeply then moved to her neck then breasts. When she began moaning, I started to slowly stroke her. I was an aggressive lover, fucker, or whatever you wanted to call it. She wasn’t ready for that. Eventually, she would be, and I planned to fuck up her entire world… in the best way, of course.
SOME TIME LATER…
“Lyn, what did I teach you about that back? How is your back supposed to be, baby?”
I had my baby face down, ass up on my bed stroking the fuck out of her middle. My baby was a great student, and I took pride in being her only teacher. She dropped her stomach toward the bed as her hands gripped the sheet. I loved when she self-corrected quickly after feedback. I smacked her ass, then praised her effort.
“It feels so fucking good.” She moaned loudly and started throwing her ass back. She had a lot of soft ass to throw back. I loved that shit. I lifted my leg and placed it on the bed to angle myself to the left. I found a spot on that side a few weeks ago that liked to hide out. I enjoyed finding it and punishing it.
When her body bucked and Lilly Milly flooded my dick, I knew I hit that spot. Time to hammer. My strokes were aggressive, strategic, and precise.
“Lyn, you going to have my baby and be my wife?
“Yes! Put a baby in me, Draco. Change my last name!”
I loved it when she told me that. Her answer to the question was never a plain yes. It was her telling me to change her last name. That shit was going to happen sooner than she thought. I felt my nut ready to explode inside of her. Moments later, I sent my sperm worms to wiggle into one or more of her eggs.
“Fuck, Lyn!”
She dropped her body down on the bed. Since the first time we were intimate, we spent even more time together if that was possible. Like I promised, I had a workspace for her put into my office. Some of her clothes hung in my closet and some of mine in hers. I was intentional about spending time in Washington Circle so her father could watch me like he said he would. Family dinners, cookouts, and gatherings, I was there.
My parents were coming to Washington Circle this weekend to meet Lyn’s parents. My baby was nervous about it, but I told her everything would be fine. She told my parents about her mother’s condition when she invited them to dinner. My parents didn’t make much of it like I knew they wouldn’t.
“What you got planned for tonight since you’re leaving me by myself?” I asked my baby.
She let me know earlier this week that tonight, she and her best friend were having a sleepover at her house. Blair was a nice girl, and I thought it was cool that she came into town at least once a week to spend time with my baby.
“Blair and I are going to catch up since the last time we saw each other. I think she has a little boo!”
I watched as she moved around our room, getting what she needed to shower. Once she had what she needed, she turned to face me.
“And you are not going to be alone. You forgot you told me that you were having a guys’ night at Croy’s house?”
That was true. “I mean, yeah, but my ass is coming back home to an empty bed. Your ass is going to be over there at your place without me.”
She tittered then said, “Who’s the spoiled one now? Are you going to join me?”
She was right. I was spoiled as fuck.
“You never have to ask me more than once.”
We spent more time in the shower fucking than we did actually washing. Before we parted ways, she tried to convince me to take the money I put into her account out. Every pay period, a portion of my check went into her account to cover her bills. After all, I planned to keep opening doors around that muthafucka. She fussed about it, but we both knew if she really wanted to, she could hack my account and put it back herself. The fact that she didn’t tell me that and she just wanted to show fake independence was unnecessary.
We parted ways after I told her to be safe on her way home. Taelyn was my weakness. That could be a good or a deadly thing.