Chapter 26 Des
DES
Iwake up the next morning on the downstairs couch.
Wake up is a generous word for the shitty sleep I got.
It was more like long stretches of closing my eyes.
Lulu got sick in Tanner’s bed, so I helped change the sheets and put in a fresh load in the never-ending laundry cycle.
I stayed downstairs so as not to wake Lulu by trying to slide back into bed.
I sit up from the couch, my back practically reconfigured thanks to the evil springs of the pull-out. Despite being tired and sore, I can’t stop thinking about a different fresh load. The one I was supposed to put inside Tanner last night.
Tiredness is no match for horniness.
My ball hurts as much as my back. It felt incredible confessing my love to Tanner last night.
I am so happy he is my husband—legally, technically, and now romantically.
I am so grateful to be part of this family.
But I also want to consummate this marriage.
I want to feel Tanner vibrate and moan under me, feel my cock stretching him in real time.
Maybe tonight? If I can hold out.
I blink and find Dean and Davy in front of me.
“What are you doing down here?” Dean asks.
“Did you and Dad have a fight?” Davy wonders.
“No. Lulu was sick. Too much cotton candy.” I rub not-quite-sleep from my eyes.
“Can you make us cheese omelets?” Dean asks.
I rub my head, currently weighed down by tiredness. I should not be operating machinery or things that emit flames. “Uh, why don’t I show you guys how to make your own omelets? You’re old enough.”
They look at each other, then shrug. “Sure,” says Davy.
They scamper into the kitchen. I can supervise from the kitchen table drinking coffee. Did I just figure out a solution to a parenting problem? Maybe I am cut out for this dad shit.
A little bit later, I am in dad heaven: the boys are making omelets while I supervise. They’re following my directions and not fighting. Lena enters the kitchen and grabs a Pop Tart from above the fridge.
“Hey,” she says. “Thanks again for…”
I nod at her, neither of us needing to get into it again. I put my hand over hers. I got you, I tell her with my eyes.
“Guys,” I yell. “Can you make a third omelet for your sister please?”
“Coming right up!” Dean concurs, like they’re line cooks at a diner.
“Sit. Chill.” I point to an empty chair beside me. “So what are you going to do about Matthias? He is a puppy dog in love with you.”
“I’ll let him down easily. And I’m going to start taking the bus.”
A little bit later, Lena downs half her omelet before heading out to school. Then Lulu skips into the kitchen full of energy as if she was never sick. Tanner has the circles under his eyes to prove she was.
I pour him a coffee in the largest mug he owns. He tucks into the kitchen chair beside me.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he says.
“It’s all good. Life happens.”
“I had an idea.” He scoots closer to me. “Do you get a lunch break at work?”
“I can take lunch whenever. Why? What were you thinking?”
“We could meet…at your condo.”
Tanner in my California king bed? Taking him on my eight hundred thread count sheets? A view of the river as I fuck him senseless? Yes to all this.
“Works for me.”
The thought of having Tanner begins to get me hard.
“Can I have Cheerios?” Lulu asks standing right in front of me.
I cross my legs again, snuffing out my erection.
Tanner bolts up. “I’ll get it, sweetheart.” He shoots me a knowing smile.
My morning crawls. It’s a rule of physics that the clock slows to a virtual halt whenever one is expecting to get laid. Time is a cockblocker.
We are one week out from the Silq Cosmetics pitch. My team and I have been working like crazy to finalize the pitch, scrutinizing every word of copy, every image, every bullet point on our PowerPoint. This has to be perfect.
I summon all my cognitive powers to focus on work, even though all I can think about is getting to make love to Tanner in a few hours.
Fortunately, we realize that one of our commercial pitches is weak, so we spend a good hour brainstorming new ideas.
It allows me to forget about sex for a little bit. Miracles can happen when you believe.
When the clock strikes noon, I turn into the Road Runner, ready to meep meep the fuck out of here.
“You’re going out for lunch?” Craig asks, laying down on the couch in my office.
“I have to run an errand and help Tanner with something. I’ll be quick.” I stop at my office door and reconsider. “Not that quick. But I’ll be back soon. Keep working on honing that new commercial premise we cracked, but also get some lunch. Let your brains relax. They’ll come back stronger.”
That’s what I’m doing. I’m not shirking job responsibility. I’m going to clear my mind and my ball and come back to the office sharp as hell.
I walk so fast to the elevator, I hear wind whoosh past my ears. My dick is like a dog pulling at the owner’s leash.
The elevator doors open, and Stan steps out.
“Des, how’s the Silq pitch coming?”
“Great. We’re ready to go for next week.”
“Excellent. I’d like to swing by your office and hear the pitch, offer some feedback where I can.”
“Now?”
Stan raises his eyebrows.
“I actually have to help Tanner with something. For the kids. This afternoon?”
Stan’s face doesn’t move, and I wonder if I just fucked myself over for the promotion in one fell horny swoop. Then he breaks into a laugh, the wrinkles on his face creasing with joy.
“Kids will keep you busy!” He laughs to himself. “How’s three?”
“Perfect!” I give him a thumbs up and slide into the elevator. I heave out a breath as the doors close.
Twelve long, agonizing minutes later, I pull into my apartment building’s parking structure. I have to drive down one long, agonizing level to my spot. At this point, I could crash my car into a wall and just buy a new one. Anything to cut down this commute and be inside Tanner sooner.
I trudge up the stairwell to the lobby, heart pounding in my ears. My dick throbs at the sight of Tanner leaning against the mailboxes scrolling on his phone.
“Hey!” He looks down, those bright blue eyes sparkling, inviting me in. “Did you have trouble leaving the—”
I push him against the wall of mailboxes and plant a steamy, epic kiss on his lips. Fuck, are we doing this right here right now? I could. I’ve had sex in public places before.
Tanner pulls back, his face flush, eyes heavy-lidded. “Good afternoon.”
“Sorry, babe. Been a long morning.” I don’t have more witty banter in me right now. I take his hand and lead us to the elevator. I push the up button a few times, waiting waiting waiting. If Tanner so much as breathes into my ear, I may come in my pants.
“Lulu still felt a little nauseous when I dropped her off this morning, but fortunately, I haven’t heard from the school, so she should be fine,” Tanner says.
“That’s great.”
The ding of the elevator makes my dick jump in my pants. I hustle us inside and press the door close button a few dozen times. I could ravage Tanner, but then I remember the security camera in the corner. It’s a miracle with all the sex I’ve had that a sex tape hasn’t leaked. Let’s not start today.
“You look so hot,” I whisper in Tanner’s ear. My dick is poking his leg, and I don’t have the good manners to stop.
“I’m wearing a T-shirt and old pair of jeans.”
“I know. Like I said. Hot.” I kiss his neck. I’m teetering on the edge of sex tape elevator. Only Tanner’s good manners can stop me.
He leans in close. “I can’t wait to get fucked by you.”
A sexy, sinister smile slashes on his lips. Good boy gone bad. Cursing sounds hot coming from him.
The elevator dings. The doors fly open. We walk like gentlemen to my apartment, but halfway there, I lose all social graces.
I run to my door. Grab my keys. Fiddle with the lock that can be stubborn. I’m two seconds away from breaking the door down before imagining the bill I’d get from maintenance. The lock clicks into place. I throw the door open.
“Come over here.” I sound like a fucking caveman, but how dare Tanner take his sweet time.
I pick him up, throw him over my shoulder, and rumble into my apartment.
After kicking the door shut, I march us directly to my bedroom where I throw him down onto my bed.
The comforter and sheets billow out from under him.
He stares at me, pupils blown wide, cock outlined in his old pair of jeans. I stare back transfixed. There’s this unspoken thought that simmers between us.
This is happening.
I’m about to have sex with my best friend. For the first time, I’m about to have sex with someone I truly love.
My horny devil brain calms down. I don’t want to ravage Tanner as quickly as possible. I want to savor this. Every moment. Every inch of him.
I lower myself on top of him. I breathe in his manly scent through his shirt, drift up his neck where his stubble tickles my nose, until our mouths meet in a union of sweetness and heat.
I’m still ravenous for him, but steadier, taking in the taste of hot tongue, the roughness of his lips.
I comb a hand through his hair, letting each strand dance through my fingers.
Tanner is mine. And I am his.
I rut against him as we make out, feeling his thickness press into my leg.
“You feel so good,” I moan against his lips.
“Am I getting the standard Des treatment?”
“Premium package, baby. Reserved for our most valuable customers.” I take his hand and hold it against my premium package.
“I could lay here kissing you all day.”
The sound of our lips smacking together fills the space.
“I could spend all day in this bed with you, Tan.” Too bad there’s work and school pickups and kids who insist on receiving dinner. “But time is of the essence.”
I push my hands under his shirt, flick my thumbs over his nipples, savoring this glorious chest. He groans against my mouth desperate for relief.
I lower my mouth and slick my tongue over his left nipple. He tenses and shudders as he whispers, “Yes.”
“You don’t have to whisper,” I tell him. We aren’t at home with kids sleeping down the hall. “Be loud. Be proud.”
Tanner abides, unleashing a bellowing moan as I go from one nipple to the other, teasing and playfully biting.
“Need you, Des.”
I pin his arms over his head and meet him for a hot kiss, our tongues lapping over each other like two dogs roughhousing.
He breaks free from my grip and yanks my dress shirt from my pants.
“All these freaking buttons,” Tanner says as he begins undoing them.
“I did not dress for a quickie,” I laugh.
Eventually, Tanner gets through all of them, but instead of taking my shirt off, he reaches around and grabs my ass with both hands, squeezing each cheek like they’re therapy stress balls. His finger drifts down my crack, sending shudders of heat rippling through me.
“I love watching this ass on the ice.” Tanner smiles against my lips.
“You’re supposed to be focused on the game.”
“I’m a single dad with four kids. I’m a master at multitasking.”
“Fair point.” I rut against him, the friction of our cocks sending heat to my core.
I sit up and pull him flush against me for more making out. I yank his shirt over his head while he pushes my shirt off my arms. Our hands travel across our chests and arms, like new visitors to a foreign land wanting to experience everything.
I’ve long admired Tanner’s body. We’ve stolen illicit glimpses in the locker room over the years and had quick grabs in the dark during our bedroom sexy times.
Now I get to have fun. I get to explore.
I get to feel the way his biceps and triceps weave together to form his lean, muscular arms. I get to tumble my fingers over the ridges of his sorta-there abs.
“You are one hot dad,” I growl.
“And you are one hot stepdad.”
There’s fire in his eyes, but I also sense a hint of hesitation. And that’s when I remember that this is all new for Tanner. Not only has he not had sex in two years (I’m still not over that revelation), but as far as I know, he’s never been with a guy.
Is he scared? Is he being a good sport and not wanting to speak up? I tangle a thumb in his hair. “Hey, how are you doing?”
He glances down at his rock hard cock. “Pretty good.”
“No, I mean…this is new for you. How are you feeling about it? I want this to be a good experience. If there’s anything you don’t like, or if you want to slow down, please say something.”
“I will.” He nods, yet the hesitation remains on his face.
I lift his chin to face me. “Tanner, I know when you’re bullshitting.”
“I’m not really sure what to expect. I…” He laughs, his cheeks reddening. “I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I’m worried I’m not going to be…good. Like, if you had a Top Ten, would I make it in?”
I hold myself back from guffawing. I can’t imagine not giving him a ten out of ten, no notes. The idea of this being lousy sex is as plausible as Martians taking over the planet.
“Tan, you’re my number one guy. The only thing you’re not good at is being a shithead. And bowling.”
“That was one game years ago.”
“And you were so bad it’s stuck out vividly in my mind ever since.
” I plant a soft kiss on his lips, letting him know he's safe here. “I can’t wait to have amazing sex with you. And it’s going to be amazing because it’s you.
One of the benefits of having sex with your best friend is we can be honest with each other.
We can laugh. We can call each other out.
I don’t care if we both come in ten seconds.
I’m just so grateful I get to be here with you. ”
He pulls me into a hug, kisses my shoulder. “Des, how did I get so lucky to wind up with you in my life?”
Same, buddy. Same.
He pulls back, fixes his heavy-lidded eyes on me. Sweetness is slowly being subsumed by lust. “Des, since I’m a newbie at this, I want you to take lead. Tell me what to do. I’m yours.”
My dick pulses with renewed vigor. I’m going to show this man a great time.