Chapter 25
Tyler
Ilean against the edge of the desk and cross my arms. Mostly to keep myself from punching my father in the face.
Ian and Jack brought Rob into Tim’s office, and he’s sitting on the couch, glaring at us.
Standing in front of the couch, mimicking Rob’s glare, Jack spits out, “What the fuck were you thinking showing up here, Rob?”
Rob sniffs hard. “You weren’t getting back to me.”
Taking a menacing step forward, Jack’s tone is sharp when he says, “I told you that this wasn’t on your timeline.
I don’t give a shit about you waiting.” He jabs a finger in my direction.
“Tyler waited years for you to come around, so you don’t get to demand his time or attention because you’ve decided you want it. ”
I swallow the emotion that threatens to appear, not wanting to show this man even the smallest amount of weakness. After taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly, I ask, “Why now? Why now, after all these years?”
My dad looks at me, his eyes pleading, for what, I’m not sure. Years ago, I would’ve hoped for forgiveness, but I’m fairly certain that’s not what he’s angling for.
He proves me right when, not breaking eye contact with me, he says, “I need money.”
A laugh of bitter disappointment hurts my chest, and I look away, opting to stare into the yard rather than that selfish piece of shit.
“Tyler, please.” His desperation makes my skin crawl. “I need help.”
My eyes move back to him, and I stand up. Arms dropping to my sides, my hands clench into fists. “How much help did you give my mom when you left her, underage and pregnant? How much help did you give her when she had a baby to take care of while she finished high school?”
“That’s hardly the same,” Rob sputters. “Your mom had your grandma to help support her.”
My muscles hurt from the strain of holding myself back.
Jaw tight, I ask, “So you think it’s fine to not help your child or the mother of that child because she had a parent who helped her?
” Not waiting for a response, knowing there’s no right answer he could give, I shift my gaze to Jack.
“You guys got this? I need to get out of here.”
Jack nods, watching me cautiously, probably concerned about my headspace. “We do. Go. I’ll check in with Tim and your mom and call you later.”
I’d almost forgotten about Tim and his bloody nose.
I stomp out of the office to find Audrey. The one redeeming factor in this is that I get to hold Audrey. I need her with me tonight. I need to hold her and remind myself that there’s still some good in this world and that I’m worth caring about.
Our little makeshift family would argue with me that they care about me, but at the end of the day, they all go home to the people who love them the most, and I go home alone.
Until now.
I have someone who cares about me. We may not have professed our feelings for each other, but I know. I’m not fooling myself into thinking it’s love. Yet. But the fact that I’m going to walk out, and Audrey will be by my side, is enough to make me feel happier than I think I ever have.
Laughter from the living room chips away at the oppressive anger and hurt I felt in the office. I pause at the end of the hall, watching for a moment before alerting the ladies to my presence.
Ella’s telling a story, full of exaggerated hand gestures and facial expressions. Olive, Maggie, and Audrey are curled up on various pieces of furniture, wineglasses in hand, laughing and adding commentary. My eyes travel over the group and make their way back to Audrey.
She’s so beautiful. And right now, she looks even more beautiful.
So happy and relaxed. Surrounded by the most important people to me, sitting in the living room of my parents’ house.
If it weren’t for Tim being punched and my asshole sperm donor sitting a few feet away, this moment would be perfect.
Deciding I’m ready to have Audrey all to myself again, I move out of the hallway. A few steps into the living room, the women turn to me, and Audrey freezes and eyes me cautiously. My smile feels forced and exhausted as I hold out my hand to her and she jumps to her feet.
As she hurries around the coffee table to take it, I look around the room. “Ladies, thank you for taking care of the guests. I’m sorry your husbands will be here for a little while longer, but I’m going to take Audrey home.”
The grip she has on my hand increases. I look down at the woman on my side. Anguish stares back at me before it moves away and is replaced with a smile as she looks back at the trio. “It was really great to meet all of you.”
After everyone confirms they feel the same, I lead Audrey out of the house. I reach over and set my hand on her thigh, needing to touch her. She rests her palm on the back of my hand.
Realizing I assumed but never confirmed where my mom and Tim went, I ask, “Did Tim go to get his nose checked out?”
“Yeah, I think his nose is broken.” With the hand not holding mine, Audrey toys with the sleeve of my T-shirt, the sensation a mix of comforting and arousing.
“What a fucking asshole,” I mutter as I stop at a red light. Looking over, I find Audrey watching me, and I squeeze her thigh.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I release a heavy breath as my foot releases the brake and I drive through the intersection.
“There was this small part of me that hoped he really wanted to know me.” I shake my head at my naivety.
“But all he wanted was fucking money. How selfish do you have to be to just barrel your way into someone’s life and demand money? ”
When Audrey doesn’t respond, I chance a quick glance in her direction. She’s staring straight out the front window, so I can’t see her expression.
“Audrey? Everything okay?”
She looks down at our hands on her leg before I focus back on the road. Eventually, she responds, “Yeah, sorry. What a terrible human being.”
“He sure is.” As I make the turn onto my street, I admit, “I should’ve asked, but I really want you to stay with me tonight. If not, at least let me feed you dinner, then I can take you home.”
Her voice is a little brighter at that. “I’d like to stay.”
And with those simple words, I’m once again reminded of how grateful I am to have found her.
“I think I need to give you all my boxer briefs and T-shirts. Then you can wear them every time I see you.” I’m following Audrey into my bathroom, enjoying the view of her ass covered in my black boxer briefs.
“That’s going to get really awkward when you take me out to dinner.”
I frown, thinking of anyone else seeing her like this. “Never mind. I think I’ll just throw away all your pajamas so you can wear them to bed.”
Amused, she laughs and shakes her head. I open the bottom drawer in the vanity and pull out a large pack of extra toothbrushes. Taking one out, I hand it to her. She accepts it with a scowl.
“Do you plan on having a lot of people stay over who need a toothbrush?”
A wide grin splits my cheeks. I step into her and run my hand down her back, settling it on her ass. Giving it a squeeze, I kiss her on the forehead. “Trust me, that probably sounds better than the truth.”
The only response I get is a skeptical glare.
I hold up the half-empty pack of toothbrushes. “My mom bought these for me. She loves going to those huge wholesale places and buys me a bunch of shit. But in my defense, she also does it for Jack. Though now that he has Ella, she’s backed off a little.”
Audrey barks out a laugh, and I bite my lip at how much I love it.
“Okay, I actually kind of love that. Your mom’s great.”
I kiss her one last time before handing her the toothpaste. “No more discussion of my mother tonight.”
Audrey giggles as she starts brushing her teeth at one sink, and I do the same at the other. The domesticity of our actions has happiness lighting me up. It’s something I want to get used to, and I never want to take for granted.
When we walk back into my bedroom, I wrap my arms around Audrey and pull her back into my front, every soft inch of her pressed against me, lust exploding in my veins. I bury my nose in her neck and inhale. Her shiver moves through me, further intensifying the arousal, heating my body.
Before I can take things further, Audrey spins around to face me. With a devilish grin, her gaze, burning with desire, locks with mine as she sinks to her knees in front of me. The image of her kneeling at my feet, staring up at me, for the first time, will forever be one of my favorite memories.
I run my thumb over her bottom lip, and her tongue darts out to meet it. Groaning slightly, I bury my fingers in her hair. “Audrey, why the fuck are you so sexy?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she reaches up and pulls down my sweats. My cock strains against my boxer briefs, eagerly waiting for her to come back for it. Finally, her hands return to my waist, pulling my boxer briefs down as well, and I step out of both.
“I think the question is, why are you so sexy? It takes my breath away sometimes how attractive you are.” Every word Audrey says has her breath blowing across my sensitive skin as she grips my shaft in her soft hand.
Gritting my teeth, I adjust my stance to steady myself as her tongue runs slowly over the tip of my cock. “Baby, please put me out of my misery and put that beautiful mouth on me.”
“My pleasure,” she purrs before she wraps her lips around me, creating the perfect amount of suction.
In the best kind of torture, she takes her time sliding me to the back of her throat. Groaning, a jolt of lust explodes through my body when her muscles contract around me as her gag reflex kicks in. I try to pull back, but her grip on my hips tightens.
I let out a strained chuckle at her silent demand that I let her control this.
And I’m more than happy for her to take the lead on giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had.
Her moans around me as she takes me deeper and with more fervor make me lose my breath.
Between the noises and the sensations, I’m having a hard time restraining myself.
And while normally, I wouldn’t mind coming down her throat, that’s not what I want tonight.
I grip her hair a little harder to get her attention. When her movements slow, I whisper, “You’re too fucking good at this. But I want more.”
She smirks again as she withdraws my cock from her mouth with a pop.
I help her carefully to her feet. Gripping the back of her head and pulling her up to meet me, I capture her lips in a searing kiss before she can move away.
Trailing one hand down her body, I cup her breasts and pinch her nipple.
With a breathy moan, she reaches out and strokes my cock a few more times.
I groan against her lips and break the kiss. “Get on the bed, face down, ass up, mama,” I command in a rough whisper.
“We need to come up with a new nickname,” Audrey mumbles as she does as I said.
I smirk, watching her drop her cheek to the bed, her ass enticing me. “Not a chance, mama.”
Crawling up the bed, I stop when I’m between her calves. I run a finger up the back of her leg, drawing another shiver from her. She moans my name, and I know what I want.
“Audrey, I’m tested regularly. I don’t have anything. I want to fuck you bare. But the decision is yours.”
She’s quiet for a moment before she wiggles her boxer-brief-clad ass and whispers, “Yes, Tyler. I want that, too. I’m on birth control, and I don’t have anything either.”
Tingling arousal runs down my spine, and I pull the fabric off her ass and down her thighs, stopping when they are around her knees. The smell of her arousal amplifies my lust for this woman. She’s absolute perfection.
I run my fingers through her slit and slip my fingers inside her tight channel, her muscles clenching around me.
“Tyler…”
I press a kiss to her ass cheek as I slowly move my finger in and out of her teasingly.
The soft whimpers coming from her and the sounds of her arousal are erotic in the darkness of my bedroom.
Moving my fingers covered in her wetness to her clit, I circle it and enjoy the breathless moans she gifts me with.
Not being able to take it anymore, I rise onto my knees and grip length, running the tip through her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” I line myself up and grip her hip. “Ready, baby?”
“Yes, Tyler. Please.”
I don’t waste any more time and sink inside her. Both of us moan through the pleasure.
“Fuck, Audrey. You feel like goddamn perfection.” Another groan escapes me as I start to move my hips.
I feel the brush of her fingers on the underside of my cock when she moves them to her clit as she says, “Oh my god, I can’t even take how much I love you inside me.”
I grunt as I slam into her.
“Yes, harder, Tyler.”
Audrey pushes her hips back into me, my body slapping against her ass, and I’m mesmerized by the way it shakes from the motion. “I won’t last much longer. I want you to come with me.”
Once again, I feel the brush of her fingertips. “Yes, I’m so close.”
I grip her hips in both hands and piston my hips, the friction causing a tingling to start at the base of my spine. Gritting my teeth to hold off for as long as possible, I hear Audrey’s gasping cry from below me and feel her grip me even tighter.
As her muscles continue to contract, I roar through my orgasm as I empty inside her.
After a few moments of catching our breath, her legs slide out from under her until she lies on her stomach.
I drop forward, my hands bracketing her shoulders, pressing a kiss on her shirt-covered shoulder blade before dropping to the bed beside her.
She rolls until she’s cuddled into my side and kisses my bare chest.
“I know today didn’t go as you wanted, but thank you for inviting me. I loved meeting everyone.” There’s a hint of sadness in her tone that I don’t like.
I give her a lingering kiss on the top of her head. “I love having you with me.”
Leaning up, she presses a soft kiss to my lips before rolling away from me and going into the bathroom. I put on my sweats and climb under the covers, plotting how I can convince her to stay the night with me again tomorrow.