by Coco Amoure
“Thanks! That’s very sweet of you. So do you work at Lyrical Soul every evening?” she questioned.
“Yeah, you could say that.” He chuckled. Tyson had never been one to brag about his accomplishments. He didn’t feel it was necessary to reveal to her that he was the owner of the establishment just yet.
“Ok, well again…thank you. I appreciate the invitation and I will definitely try to make it,” she said.
“Please do and if you want to get on the mic again, just let me know,” he joked.
“Ha ha, you got jokes I see.” She smirked.
“No, I’m very serious. Delaney, you are a natural on stage. I enjoyed your performance and so did the crowd. Trust me when I tell you, that crowd can be hard to please sometimes.” He smiled, showing off his dimples.
Once again, she cocked her head to the side and smirked. She wore the cutest expression on her face, although she was looking at him like he was full of shit, he still thought it was adorable.
“Like I said, my friend signed me up without my knowledge. I doubt that I will ever do that again, but thanks for the offer, Tyson,” she replied.
He loved the way his name rolled off her tongue. Her voice was effortlessly sweet and seductive.
“Like I said, whenever you’re up to it let me know. I won’t hold you up any longer, beautiful. I hope to see you next Wednesday.” He flashed a dimpled smile once more before walking off.
Delaney stood there for a moment watching him as he walked away. His entire aura screamed sexy. It had been a long time since a man was able to break her down as smoothly as Tyson. She had to admit that he was slowly, but surely, breaking down her resistance.
Tyson was on cloud nine as he hopped back in the FedEx truck. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Delaney would show up next week. There was definitely something special about this mysterious woman, and he was just the man to tear down the brick walls surrounding her heart.
Chapter Eleven
“Ooohhh yeeeeeeeesss Daddy,” Natasha panted. Jason lifted her legs higher and pushed them all the way back, until her pink polished toe nails touched the headboard. The sounds of her wetness echoed throughout the bedroom, as he plunged in and out of her wet honey pot.
Natasha’s eyes rolled in the back of her head, as Jason relentlessly pounded deep inside of her. She lifted her head slightly, glancing down at his rock hard dick sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Secretly, she prayed tonight would be the night that she conceived. Earlier that day she’d taken a test which confirmed that she was definitely ovulating.
No sooner than Jason walked into the house, she damn near attacked him on sight. He didn’t ask any questions, but instead eagerly complied with no resistance. She loved her husband, and making love to him was always on the menu. But tonight she was definitely a woman on a mission.
Natasha was eager to give her husband a baby, because she knew how much he wanted to have children. She desperately tried to push the thoughts of pregnancy out of her mind, and focus on the love making instead.
“Turn that ass over and let me hit it from the back,” Jason instructed.
Without saying a word, Natasha obediently flipped over and raised her ass high in the air. She wiggled her ass, making her cheeks clap just the way he liked it.
“Hell yeah! You know I love that shit, bae. Do that shit again,” Jason said. He stepped back, enjoying the view of her luscious ass cheeks bounce and clap simultaneously.
She worked her ass so good, Jason wished he had a fist full of dollars to shower her beautiful backside with. Jason watched until he couldn’t take it anymore, and in one swift motion, he forcefully entered her.
“Ooooohhhh, bae!” she cried out. Jason was fucking her like a man on a mission. Each stroke felt like heaven to Natasha. She arched her back allowing him full access to the haven between her legs.
Natasha contracted her pussy muscles tightly around Jason’s thick, nine inches of goodness. She wanted to feel him flood her insides with his creamy warm fluids. Turning her head, she glanced back and she saw the look on Jason’s face. She knew he was about to explode at any minute now. Natasha went into overtime, as she worked her hips, gripping his dick at the same time with her tight walls.
“Shit, bae, you about to make a nigga cum,” he groaned breathlessly in her ear. She was also on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm. Jason was hitting her g-spot repeatedly. She screamed out in agonizing ecstasy and released her sweet nectar all over his dick.
Jason pumped faster and harder into her tight walls, until he filled her with his load.
“Damn bae,” he grunted, before finally pulling out of her warm wet hole.
He fell back on the bed breathing heavily. No matter how many times they made love, the loving never got old to him. He loved his wife and there was no other woman who could make him feel the way Natasha did. He’d fucked up in the earlier days of their relationship and slept around with other women. But since the day they said I do to one another, he hadn’t been with anyone other than his beautiful wife.
Jason took good care of Natasha, or at least that is what he told himself. He worked as a long distance truck driver and was away from home two weeks at a time. They lived a comfortable and modest lifestyle. He purchased a single-family, three bedroom home in Stone Mountain. He paid the mortgage, monthly utility bills, both of their car notes and car insurance payments. Natasha’s only job was to maintain the upkeep of the house and cook his meals when he was home.
Natasha seemed content with him being the sole provider in the early years of their marriage. She didn’t object when he demanded that she be a stay-at-home wife. Over the years, she had become bored and unhappy with her lifestyle. It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for the life his efforts afforded her. Most of her unhappiness came from not being able to conceive. Jason longed to have children, but it wasn’t a deal breaker for him. As long as he had Natasha in his life, he was content.
Delaney’s success weighed heavily on his wife’s mind, and he was well aware of it. Sometimes he wished that he’d let her go to college and at least get her degree, even though he wanted her to be a stay-at-home wife. Jason had witnessed his own mother struggle being a single mother, trying to take care of three children while working two jobs. He made up in his mind that when he took on a wife, that he would be the bread winner and sole care taker of his family. So that when a child did come into the equation, all his wife would have to do is take care of the home.
Natasha and Delaney grew up together and remained best friends over the years. When Delaney purchased her new townhome and car, his wife would rant and rave about how lovely her best friend was living, while she sat around the house all day doing nothing.
Jason wiped the sweat off his face and turned to look at his wife. Natasha was positioned with her legs raised high in the air, supported with four pillows securely tucked under her waist.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jason frowned.
“I read somewhere that if I elevate my pelvis directly after sex, that it will allow the sperm to swim faster and better our chances at conception,” she replied.
“Baby, it’s really not that serious,” he sighed heavily, sitting up in the bed.
“What are you saying, Jason? You no longer want a child?” she asked on the verge of tears.
Oh shit! he thought. One look in her eyes and Jason knew he’d hurt her feelings. It was not his intention to make her feel bad, but he didn’t want her to keep stressing about getting pregnant. He loved her unconditionally, and if they never had a child it wouldn’t change the love he had for her.
“Babe, don’t get all worked up and emotional. All I’m saying is that if it’s meant to be, it will happen. Don’t take yourself through a bunch of unnecessary stress,” he replied. He was trying to support her and let her know he had her back no matter what. By her next response, he knew that what he’d said did not convey his message accurately.
“Unnecessary stress! So I’m suppose
d to sit up in this house alone doing nothing while you’re on the road half of the month?” she yelled. “Delaney is working as a successful attorney and barely has time for me these days. You’re always on the road, my mama is still hoeing around, and I’m sick and tired of sitting in this lonely ass house all alone.” Natasha couldn’t believe how insensitive her husband was being. He had a life outside of their home, which was something she didn’t have and desperately longed for. Sure, there were times that she’d gone out on the road with him, but she found it to be extremely boring and didn’t have the desire to be cooped up in a truck for hours on end.
“Babe, you’re going left for no reason. I would love to have a baby with you, but if it never happens, I’m ok with it. As long as we have each other, that’s all that matters. Don’t get me wrong, I know you want to be a mother, but don’t let it consume you,” he said, trying to diffuse the tension. They just made sweet love and he wasn’t in the mood to argue. All Jason wanted was to relax, eat a good meal, and enjoy his last day before getting back on the road in the morning.
“You know what? Just forget it, Jason! I can’t talk to you anymore. You don’t listen to anything that I say,” she said, storming out of their bedroom.
Jason sat on the bed feeling defeated. He no longer knew what to say to ease her mind. Once she calmed down, he’d try talking to her again. There was no way he was getting on the road without attempting to smooth things over with his wife. Coming off the road was not an option until he could find another job that would take care of all of their needs. He had to find a way to be around the house more before their marriage spiraled out of control.
Chapter Twelve
Delaney breezed into her office and almost choked on her Starbucks coffee when she saw the large flower arrangement sitting on her desk. After placing her briefcase down on the floor, she walked over to the massive arrangement and searched for the card. The flowers could be from a number of her suitors, she just didn’t know which one it could be.
She recently cut Ryan off against his wishes, but he was getting too close for comfort. His conversations consisted of a more permanent situation and she was not trying to go there with him. It was a shame too, because his sex was on point, he was funny, and they clicked from the very beginning.
Delaney reached for the card, when she heard a knock at the door. “Come in,” she said.
Julie came through the door with a huge smile on her face. “So who are the flowers from?”
Delaney didn’t consider Julie to be a friend and was stunned by her boldness. They had worked together for the past two years, but never developed any type of friendship. Come to think of it, they’d never even gone to lunch together. Julie was the firm’s receptionist, and there was something about her that Delaney couldn’t quite put her finger on.
“I was just about to read the card to find out,” she replied, clearly irritated.
“Oh I’m sorry, I don’t mean to intrude, but it’s not often that we receive floral deliveries in the office. I figured maybe you landed another huge account,” she lied.
Delaney flashed a fake smile and opened the card. Hello beautiful, I hope to see you at Lyrical Soul tonight. The VIP area is set up just for you. ~Tyson Jones
She smiled and shook her head. This man just didn’t know when to give up. Delaney stuffed the card back inside of the tiny envelope, and placed it face down on her desk.
“Soooooo, who are they from?” Julie squeaked.
“If you must know, the flowers are from the FedEx delivery guy that was here a few days ago.”
Julie’s smile turned into a frown in a matter of seconds. “Oh,” was all she said, disappointment written all over her face.
Delaney quickly picked up on the sudden change in her attitude. “Is something wrong, Julie?” she questioned. Clearly something had gotten under her skin.
“No. Well, let me get back to work. If you need anything just let me know,” she said, with a plastic smile before briskly walking out of Delaney’s office.
Delaney brushed off Julie’s odd behavior and sat down behind her desk. She contemplated if she should accept Tyson’s invitation or not. After several minutes of tossing the pros and cons around in her head, she decided that she would go. Why miss the chance at seeing one of her favorite poets perform?
Reaching in her handbag, she fished out her cell phone. She sent Natasha a text message.
Delaney: VIP tonight, you and me at Lyrical Soul Lounge at six o’clock sharp. Compliments of Mr. Sexy. I will fill you in on the details later. Oh and don’t be late heffa.
No sooner than she hit send, Natasha responded.
Natasha: What? Oh I can’t wait to hear this! See ya at 6.
Delaney chuckled and tossed the cell phone back into her handbag. She knew she was playing with fire by even considering going tonight. Oh well, she’d just have to keep her guard up when it comes to Mr. Tyson Jones.
Chapter Thirteen
Surprisingly, Natasha was on time and they had actually arrived at the venue early. They decided to drive their own cars since Delaney was leaving straight from work. She didn’t want to chance being late. Delaney called Natasha on the drive to fill her in on how Tyson showed up at her office, and invited her out. Against her better judgment, she told her about the flowers he’d sent her as well.
Delaney swore that she was in control of her emotions and that Tyson was no different from any of the other men that she messed around with in the past. She also tried to ignore the butterflies she felt in her stomach each time he crossed her mind, which was happening more often than she cared to admit.
“Hello and welcome to Lyrical Soul Lounge,” the very attractive hostess said, snapping Delaney out of her thoughts of Tyson.
“Hello, my name is Delaney Michaels and I believe I’m on the VIP list for tonight,” she replied.
“Follow me.” The hostess smiled, before turning around to lead the way to the VIP section of the lounge.
Natasha was smiling from ear to ear, bopping her head to the music. She looked adorable in a multi-colored sequin mini tunic dress and a pair of to-die-for red, open-toe stilettos. Delaney was equally as stunning in a royal blue bodysuit that exposed her entire back and crisscrossed around the neck. A pair of strappy black six inch stilettos adorned her feet. She was happy she decided to pack her bag before leaving for work this morning, in the event that she decided to take Tyson up on his invitation.
The VIP section of the lounge was beautifully decorated. Natasha and Delaney sat down on the plush lavender and black sofa. A bottle of Ace of Spades was chilling on ice in the center of the table, alongside two chilled champagne glasses. There were also two single red roses lying across an assortment of Godiva chocolates. Each rose had a note attached to it, one of the notes read Delaney written across it and the other had the word guest written on it.
Natasha automatically reached for one of the chilled glasses, and filled it up with the Ace of Spades champagne. “Damn, your boyfriend went all out for you, boo,” she teased.
Delaney simpered and rolled her eyes. “Don’t start that shit, Tash. Tyson is not my boyfriend, so kill all that.” She had to admit, that he hadn’t spared any expense at trying to impress her and Natasha tonight. The champagne, roses, and chocolates were an added bonus.
“Hummpph, ok if you say so, honey. Imma sit back and enjoy this expensive ass champagne and chill. My husband is on the road for the next two weeks and I am in no rush to go home to that lonely ass house,” she said reaching for a piece of chocolate.
Delaney shot her a look of concern. She wasn’t accustomed to Natasha making snide remarks about Jason or their marriage, but lately she was doing it more and more.
“Is everything alright with you and Jason?” she inquired.
“Yeah, we’re good,” she dryly replied, gulping down the rest of her drink.
Before Delaney could respond, she was distracted by the very debonair Tyson Jones. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, w
hich only added to his swag. The tailor-made suit fit him to a tee, accentuating his broad shoulders. She squeezed her legs together to calm down the thumping of her over excited clitoris.
“Good evening, ladies,” he greeted them with that killer smile of his. Tyson maintained his cool exterior, even though internally he was amped that she’d actually shown up.
Delaney could have sworn she just had an orgasm as the sound of his baritone voice tantalized her ears.
“Hello,” was all she could manage to say.
Natasha on the other hand was all smiles. She was on her third glass of champagne and clearly feeling the effects of it. “Heeeeyyy, Tyson! Thanks for the champagne and chocolates. You really set it all out for ya girl.” She winked at him.
Delaney nudged Natasha lightly with her elbow and shot her a knowing look. She was beyond embarrassed.
“It’s all good. I wanted to make sure that you ladies were comfortable. If you need anything at all please let me know,” he said, staring directly into Delaney’s eyes.
“It was kind of presumptuous of you to assume that I would show up tonight, don’t ya think.” Delaney smirked.
“Nah, never that. I like to think of it as being confident,” he countered, flashing a dimpled smile.
“Oh yeah, and what made you so confident that I would show up tonight? I hope it wasn’t because you had flowers delivered to my office,” she replied, crossing her arms over her ample bosom. “By the way, thank you and the flowers are absolutely beautiful.” She smiled, uncrossing her arms.
“No matter how hard you try to fight it, there’s an undeniable attraction between you and I. We both felt it the first night we met, and that’s why I knew that you would accept my invitation,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Daaaaaamn,” Natasha said.
Delaney was so caught up in the conversation with Tyson, that she’d almost forgotten Natasha was sitting beside her.
