22. Myles
TWENTY-TWO
MYLES
"Ready to make some magic happen?" Tristan asks, entering the kitchen with a wink. His smile is contagious, and I can't help but chuckle.
"Absolutely," I say, grabbing a mixing bowl and a wooden spoon. "Let's do this."
With Tristan's 24-hour shift was finally over, he has 48 precious hours of time off from work. That means he can spend the day with me. Not seeing him for an entire day meant I was in dire need of my Tristan fix. The anticipation makes my heart flutter like a moth trapped inside a jar.
Tristan unloads a bag full of ingredients onto the kitchen counter: buckwheat, coconut oil, and honey to name a few. Nix bounds into the room, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and doesn't even complain about being up so early.
"Morning, kiddo," I say, ruffling his hair. "Ready to make some homemade cocoa pops?"
"Yay!" Nix exclaims, wide awake now. He hops up onto a stool and starts helping Tristan measure out the ingredients.
"Careful, Nix," I warn as he almost spills the buckwheat all over the counter. I feel such peace as we work together. We're a natural team, and it warms my heart more than any fire ever could.
"Alright, let's get stirring," Tristan says, guiding Nix's little hand as they combine the chocolatey mixture. The smell of cocoa wafts through the air, making my stomach growl with anticipation.
"Into the oven it goes," Tristan announces, sliding the tray of soon-to-be-crispy cereal into the preheated oven. Nix's eyes are glued to the oven's window, eager to witness the transformation.
"Can I lick the spoon?" Nix asks innocently, looking up at us with puppy dog eyes.
"Sure, bud," I concede, laughing at his enthusiasm. I start brewing coffee for Tristan and me and warming some milk for Nix.
Breakfast is a delicious treat, Nix asking for a second serving of milk and cocoa pops. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air.
"Alright, now that breakfast is done, let's make chicken Caesar salad sandwiches for Nix's lunch," Tristan suggests, wiping his hands on a dish towel.
"Yum!" Nix exclaims, still energized from his morning sugar rush.
We gather the ingredients: rotisserie chicken, anchovy fillets, Parmesan cheese, romaine lettuce leaves, mini baguettes, mayonnaise, and other condiments. Nix lends a hand, grating the cheese while I supervise him, and Tristan works on shredding the chicken.
"Great job, Nix," I say, patting his back. "You're a natural."
"Thanks, Dad," he beams, clearly proud of his culinary skills.
As we put the final touches on the sandwiches, I watch as my son’s face lights up with pride. He’s eager to show his culinary creations to his friends later at lunchtime.
"Almost time for school, buddy," I say, helping Nix pack his lunch bag with the freshly made hash browns and other goodies. He zips it up and runs over to Tristan, wrapping his arms around him.
"Love you, Tristan!" Nix exclaims, catching us both off guard. Emotion floods Tristan's face, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. It's a beautiful sight, and I find I’m just as touched by it as Tristan seems to be. Knowing that Nix loves Tristan too means more to me than anything in this world.
"Love you too, kiddo," Tristan replies, his voice cracking a bit as he hugs Nix tightly.
"Alright, let's get you to school," I say, ushering my son out the door while Tristan stays behind to clean up. As I drive away, my heart swells with gratitude for the love and happiness filling our lives. Should I feel a little guilty about that? Am I moving on too quickly?
The drive back home feels strangely heavy, like my car is filled with the weight of my thoughts.
My grip on the steering wheel tightens as I stare through the windshield, lost in a sea of memories.
Cara's laughter echoes in my mind, her beautiful smile clashing with the image of her still figure lying in the casket.
"God, I miss you," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the hum of the engine. A single tear rolls down my cheek, joining the chorus of raindrops drumming against the windows.
Is it possible to love again? I ask myself, thinking about Tristan and the way my heart beats just a little faster when he's around. I never thought I could feel this way after losing Cara, but here I am, driving home to a man who has somehow snuck his way into my heart.
"Tristan... what have you done to me?" The words escape my lips before I can stop them, revealing a truth I've been hiding from myself: I'm in love with him. And I need to tell him.
"Okay, Myles, you can do this," I say, taking a deep breath as I park the car in front of my apartment building. I wipe away any lingering tears and put on a brave face before stepping out into the rain.
As soon as I walk through the door, the delicious scent of our morning cooking session envelopes me. I find Tristan in the kitchen putting away the last of the dishes.
"Hey," I say softly, my heart pounding in my chest. "Thanks for cleaning up."
"Of course," he replies, flashing me a warm smile that sends shivers down my spine. "It was fun cooking with you and Nix."
"Yeah, it was," I agree, desperately trying to find the right words to express my newfound feelings. "Tristan, there's something I need to tell you."
He stops what he's doing and turns to face me, his eyes cautiously searching mine for answers. "What is it?"
"I... I'm in love with you." The words tumble out of my mouth like a waterfall, leaving me breathless.
For a moment, Tristan just stands there, staring at me with wide eyes that seem to reflect the shock I feel at my own confession. But then, slowly, a smile starts to spread across his face, and it lights up the room.
"Really?" he asks, almost as if he can't believe it.
"Really," I confirm, my voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought I could love someone like this again after Cara, but... here we are."
"Here we are," he echoes, stepping closer until our bodies are mere inches apart. "I love you too, Myles.”
Hearing him say those words feels like a knot untangling itself deep within my chest. It's overwhelming and terrifying, but at the same time, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. And as I look into Tristan's eyes, I know without a doubt that this love is worth fighting for.
"You do?" I ask, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as Tristan's eyes lock onto mine.
“I do.” His voice is strong, sure.
Those two words immediately catapult me back to my wedding day two decades ago, when it was Cara saying them to me.
"I’ve been dying to tell you, but I was waiting for the perfect moment.
” Tristan smiles shyly. “I guess that moment is now.” He reaches out and clasps my hands in his.
“Myles, I never thought someone could love me the way you do, or that I was capable of loving someone the way I love you.
" He takes a step closer to me. “But there it is, and here I am. "
The air crackles with electricity, and the love arcing between us is palpable.
I can't believe that I'm here, loving someone new, someone completely different from my first love. The organ in my chest expands as the words I feel most deeply spill from my lips, "My heart has room enough to love you."
Without breaking eye contact, Tristan reaches for the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it up and over my head. My heart races.
His hands are like hot coals as they trail across my exposed skin, setting my whole body alight with pleasure.
My nipples stiffen at his merest touch, sending a wave of electricity coursing through my veins and making my heart flutter.
His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers passionately, "God, you're so beautiful. You make my heart soar."
"Tris," I moan quietly, giving into the desire building between us.
"Shh," he replies, placing a finger on my lips. "Let me take care of you."
He helps me out of my pants and underwear, leaving me completely exposed to him. My breath catches in my throat as he guides me toward the kitchen counter, bending me over it. I feel the cold countertop against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Tristan's body.
My mind races with anticipation, wondering what he'll do next.
Heart thudding in my chest, excitement builds within me, every nerve screaming with anticipation of what is to come.
His tongue flicks back and forth, tracing circles that spiral up the soft skin of my butt in a dizzying pattern, sending shivers through my body.
There's no way I can hold back the sounds of pleasure bubbling up inside me.
I quiver in delight as each new pass brings a wave of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me.
And then I feel it—his tongue sliding along the sensitive skin of my butthole.
Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!
When I woke up this morning, I never anticipated Tristan's tongue and face would be buried in my butt. It's a good thing I'd had a shower first thing this morning.
"Does that feel good, baby?" he asks teasingly, already knowing the answer.
"Y-yes," I stutter, my thoughts clouded by lust. He continues to lick and kiss my butt, his tongue exploring every inch of me, occasionally dipping inside me just enough to drive me wild.
"Tristan," I moan desperately, my legs trembling beneath me. "Please, I need more."
"More?" he asks, feigning innocence. "What do you want, baby? Tell me."
"I want you to fuck me," I beg, my voice choked with desire.
"Are you sure?" Tristan asks, his hand gripping my butt tightly.
"Please," I repeat, unable to form any other words.
"I'll give you what you want." His voice is thick with lust.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself doing the two things that I’ve done today: telling a man that I’m in love with him and asking that man to fuck me. Yet I have no regrets. And given the chance, I would do it all again.
He moves quickly, retrieving a bottle of coconut oil from the nearby drawer.
I’m nervous, but the anticipation outweighs the nerves as Tristan coats his fingers in the slick liquid.
Cara had never fingered my butt; I wasn’t interested, and she’d never tried.
But now… now a finger is being pushed inside of me.
And it’s being done by a man… a man I’m in love with.
This is the classic case of the unpredictability of the future.
And it’s that unpredictability that has me nervous; I have no idea what to expect or how I will react.
"Relax," Tristan murmurs, adding another finger and slowly stretching me open. I force myself to breathe through the slight discomfort, hoping it will soon be replaced by pleasure.
The sensations that flow through me as Tristan begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me are incredible.
His slick fingers slide in and out of my tight hole, pushing deeper each time until I'm filled with pleasure.
My head swims as he slips a third finger inside me, my breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps.
"Ready?" Tristan asks, lining up his cock with my entrance.
"More than ready," I reply, sounding braver than I really feel, yet eager for him to fill me completely.
With a final deep breath, Tristan pushes into me, inch by splendid inch, until he's buried to the hilt. We both let out guttural moans, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible.
"Tris, please," I beg, needing him to move, to take control and claim me as his own.
"Your wish is my command," he replies, pulling back before slamming into me again and setting a rhythm that leaves us both gasping for breath. "God, baby, you feel amazing." Tristan grunts between thrusts, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he drives into me.
"Harder," I plead, wanting him to push me over the edge, to send me spiraling into ecstasy.
"Like this?" Tristan asks, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, making me see stars behind my closed eyelids.
"I… ungh… was born for this." I gasp, unable to form coherent thoughts as he pounds into me relentlessly.
Tristan thrusts faster, and I feel my body responding, pushing back against him as I ride the waves of pleasure. Every movement causes sparks of pleasure to ignite in me, and I’m lost in a sea of sensation.
I can't believe how great it feels, and even as I'm being fugged so deliciously, I already can't wait to do it again. I’ve never experienced anything like this, the intensity of the sensations overwhelming my senses.
My heart beats faster as Tristan moves closer, curling his body over my back.
His hips grind against my butt as he slides deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust.
The heat building between us intensifies until it's almost unbearable, all of my nerve endings alive with sensation.
My breath catches in my throat as Tristan rocks into me, rearranging my insides until there is nothing but blissful pleasure coursing through me.
I've no control over myself now; all that matters is the pleasure radiating from deep within me, driving me onward towards orgasm.
I'm barely aware of myself now; all I know is that what we're doing feels extraordinary, and I never want it to end.
"Come for me, Myles," Tristan urges, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax.
"Tristan!" I cry out. Without even having touched myself, my orgasm tears through me like a tidal wave, leaving me trembling and weak. Moments later, Tristan follows suit, his body stiffening as he spills his cum inside me.
"God, Myles," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of my neck. "That was incredible."
"Beyond words," I agree, still trying to catch my breath as we separate, our bodies slick with sweat and spent desire. I can't believe how great anal sex can be, and my first experience being fugged in the butt was.... wow. Just, wow.
"Let's clean up," Tristan suggests, an impish grin on his face. "And maybe try this again sometime soon?"
"Absolutely," I reply, my heart overflowing with love for the man who has brought such joy and passion back into my life.