“Thank you for my birthday gifts,” Tenley said in the hallway just before we parted ways.
“I have one more, but it will have to wait until we get home.”
“I can’t wait.” She spun on her heels and sashayed into her room. I watched her hips sway side to side as I kept my feet rooted to the floor. With her bedroom door wide open, she pulled her dress over her head. She was buzzed and giving me a show. The buzzed version of me wasn’t about to stop her either.
She stood there in a bra and panty set I knew she had picked out for me. It was similar if not the same as the one the green chick wore on the Star Trek movie we talked about—dark blue with lacy light blue and white flowers all over it.
I went from half to fully hard, and Tenley knew she had me. She was the bait I couldn’t resist taking. I had her up and off the floor in two strides. My lips were pressed to hers as I took the third step. By the fourth, I had her pinned to the dresser. I wasn’t going to let it go farther than a kiss, but I couldn’t kiss her and let her know how much I enjoyed her little show before going into my room.
I knew if I stayed any longer, I wouldn’t be able to walk away. So I gave her one last lingering kiss, then wished her a happy birthday again.
“Good night, baby.”
She was breathless and panting and wanting more than just a kiss when I walked away. “Damn you, Griffin.”
I know, baby. Believe me, I know.
21
Preston
Let her see all of you… even your weaknesses.
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, half asleep, I woke up to a set of hands exploring me. While I was still in a haze, I thought I was having an amazing dream. But when I opened my eyes, the sheets were pulled back from my body, and Tenley was there. Her finger traced a line from my belly button down until it hit the waistband of my boxers.
I knew I was supposed to be strong and tell her we shouldn’t. Especially at her parents' house. But it seemed all my strength had been used up when I walked away from her just two short hours before.
She was running her hands over the cotton, teasing me in the most fantastic way. It was the first time she was touching me like this. Not because she hadn’t tried, but because I had never given her the opportunity before. My body was every combination of anxious, eager, hungry, fired up, thrilled, worked up, and beyond aroused. To say I was excited would be a lie; I needed a word bigger than that. Weak was the first thing that came to my mind. It wasn’t negative, though. Because Tenley touching me was my weakness. And Tenley taking control, like she was, was my biggest weakness of all.
“What are you doing?” I asked quietly. Not that I didn’t know what she was doing, but she was doing it here when the other night she was so worried about her parents knowing their little girl was all grown up.
“I want to taste my boyfriend.”
I growled as quietly as I could. I tried to remember the last time I’d had a blow job. It was a long time ago before Chanel. She wouldn’t dare do something like that, show up and surprise me like Tenley did.
Chanel claimed she had a terrible gag reflex, but I didn’t want to think about her right then. But remembering her made me wonder what made women want to do this. Was it to make their man happy? Was it because they enjoyed doing it? Or was it they enjoyed watching their man so lost in pleasure that it turned them on?
I placed those questions in the back of my mind since I had other important things I needed to think about. Like the fact that, “Your parents are right downstairs.”
And I was ninety percent positive I wouldn’t be able to keep myself at a decent volume if Tenley kept touching me like she was.
She hummed. “I know. It’s been a fantasy of mine since high school. Me doing something like this to you. Though I pictured it in my old bedroom. You on my pink frilly bedspread.”
I swelled at her words and from the way she was pulling the elastic down on my boxers to expose me. I swallowed. The deep kind where my Adam's apple bobbed in anticipation. I didn’t say anything else in fear she would stop—because, fuck, I didn’t want her to stop. If anything, I wanted her to keep going. I wanted her to talk, to tell me more of her fantasies about us. And I didn’t want to move because if I moved, the bed might squeak and wake her parents, and then I’d possibly be hit by her father with the nine iron he let me borrow when we played golf. But without moving, there would be no way she could lower my boxers any farther.
And since I was a weak, weak man, I maneuvered myself by shifting slightly, careful not to make the bed springs protest, so she could pull my boxer briefs down to my thighs.
And thank God, the room remained quiet. In fact, the whole house was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. I said a silent prayer that everyone outside this room would remain asleep and remain silent. The quiet only lasted until Tenley stuck out her tongue and licked the entire length of me. “Jesus, Tenley.”
Then she did it again. Her tongue was so fucking warm when she licked my shaft. I covered my eyes with my hands, thinking if I did, I would be able to keep quiet.
She licked me a third time, and I ran my hands down my face. I was holding everything in. Every animalistic sound that wanted to escape me.
I tried. I really did try, but every held in noise broke free when she kissed the head of my dick. She kissed with her lips, then kissed with a little tongue... down, down, down until she was kissing my balls, and I was losing my ever-loving mind. I pressed the palm of my hands harder to my face to stifle the sounds, but my growls still managed to fill the room.
“If you want me to keep going, you’ll have to be quieter than that.”
I was ninety-nine percent sure that I wouldn’t. But I was one hundred percent positive I wasn’t going to let her stop, nor did I think she really would.
The room was dark, too dark. I could only feel Tenley, but I couldn’t see her. By the bed was one of those tap lights her mom had put there for emergencies. I blindly reached for it, then clicked it on. It wasn’t bright. It illuminated the room enough so I could see Tenley still dressed in the blue underwear set she teased me with before.
She was on her hands and knees in front of me. Her eyes were wide open. And when those gorgeous brown eyes locked with mine as she took me fully in, I inhaled deep.
Her hand pressed flat against my stomach. It was too much. She was too much. The way she moved her fingers across my skin. The way her hair was tickling my thigh. But her eyes got to me the most. When I looked at them, I saw the answers to the questions I had seconds ago. Tenley was an all three kind of woman. She wanted to make me happy, she loved every second of what she was doing just as much as I loved what she was doing to me, and she was so completely turned on doing it.
She hummed around me while taking as much of me as she could in her mouth. The vibration was too much. My whole body shook. I gathered her long hair in my hand and held on as I tried to keep myself together. I was walking a fine line of wanting to come and not wanting to come yet. Every muscle in my body was tight.
I wanted to move. No, I needed to move. It was a natural instinct when I started rocked slowly against Tenley’s lips.
“So good,” I praised her. “So fucking good.”
She seemed to like me whispering my appreciation because whenever I did, she moved faster. And I appreciated her doing that too.
I thought I might pass out from fighting my release. I was holding my breath one second, and the next, I was breathing too fast. I couldn’t hold back much longer.
I should have taken a goddamn poll on this. Do woman A. Like their man to warn them before they come? B. Give it to them without warning? C. Give them a little warning right before, but not enough to stop the actual act because maybe she likes the taste? Or D. Warn them, you idiot, because she might not like to swallow?
D definitely won. I had to warn Tenley because I was dangerously close to coming. I was so fucking close I didn’t know if I could stop.
“Baby. I’m going to come.”
Then Tenley said the sexiest thing ever. “I want to taste you.”
She bobbed her head up and down to do just that. To taste me. I could feel her tongue working along with her lips. It surprised me when I reached under her arms and pulled her up flush to my body. I kissed her… hard.
“As much as I want you to finish me off, I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want you, but I don’t have condoms,” I told her.
“I don’t care. I want you.” Since that first night, we’d used protection.
“Tenley.”
“I need you,” she begged. As I said, I was a weak man when it came to Tenley Ray.
I gently flipped her on her back while I took off her bra. Her panties quickly followed. I knew I needed to be quiet, but I was done. Two days without being inside her was torture. Torture I never wanted to face again. I needed her. All the fucking time.
“I can’t say no to you,” I told her because it was the God’s honest truth. I couldn’t l if I tried. Then I felt the need to tell her more truths. “You’re my biggest weakness, Tenley, and I can’t get enough of you.”
She pulled me on top of her. “Preston.”
I swear she wanted to say more, but she didn’t. I wanted to say more too, but I didn’t either. What I admitted was enough.
“Can you be quiet, baby?” I asked as I slowly entered her.
She bit her lip at the same time she nodded her head.
When I was all the way in her, I stayed still. I clasped her hands in mine and claimed her lips, kissing her slowly as I savored the feel of her wrapped around me—both her legs and her pussy. She was warm. Inviting. And I was still dangerously close to coming. She had me so worked up.
“Preston. I need you.”
My eyes locked on hers. Hers locked on mine.
Trying to keep us quiet, I barely moved above her while she barely rocked beneath me. It wasn’t any less powerful than when we were frantic. Our lovemaking was slow. In fact, it was everything, meant everything, the way I took my time loving her and she took her time loving me back.
We had forever to be crazy out of our minds.
This was different than any time before. We were one hundred percent connected. Mind, body, and fucking soul, we were one, and neither of us wanted to rush.
And when we came, we came together. And it was slow and beautiful and just as perfect, if not more, than the first night we were together.
“You make me weak, Preston.”
“You leave me powerless.” I was a hundred percent sure of it.
The next day, we left her parents’ house just like we came, hand in hand. We drove home the same way. I felt closer than I ever had to my best friend who was now my everything. And though I hadn’t told her the words, I knew I would soon.
She was mine before. But after that night, she would be mine always. I wasn’t letting her go. Even if she didn’t know it, she wasn’t letting go of me. Ever.
And someday in the future when we made another trip to visit her parents, the first item on my list to do would be to ask her father for permission to keep Tenley. For the rest of my life.
22
Preston
Introduce her to your friends.
TENLEY AND I WERE closer than ever after that weekend. We were at the beautiful point in our relationship when everything in life was perfect. Only it was better because we had skipped over the getting to know each other and went straight to the “we can’t keep our hands off each other” phase. And, believe me when I say, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I was a greedy SOB when it came to her.
When she got home from work, she’d literally jump in my arms. We’d explore each other’s bodies in ways I never thought we would. I learned just how flexible Tenley was. Thank God for yoga. And she learned I wasn’t the vanilla kind of guy she thought I was. She didn’t know, but I did watch the rest of that DVD. For research purposes, of course.
I even took notes.
The same weekend her parents learned about us, mine did too. They were equally thrilled. They never cared for Chanel, and Tenley was a second daughter to them. The only problem they had was not living closer to see us together. After retiring, Mom and Dad decided to explore the world or the United States, at least, in an RV. Only through ten states, their trip had a long way to go.
“You ready?” I asked Tenley. I entwined her fingers with mine, then gave them a squeeze. We were officially coming out.
Our friends had teased us for years about being just best friends, and now they were about to find out how crazy I was for Tenley. That she was my girl.
She squeezed my hand back. “Yes.”
I kissed the top of her head. “You look...” I worried my lip instead of using a word to define how she looked.
My girl always looked good. But dressed in a pair of black heeled boots, jeans that hugged her everywhere, and a silver sequin tank top that showed enough skin to drive me insane, she looked hot. What made her even hotter was that I knew underneath her clothes, she was naked. Tenley thought it would be a great idea to tell me, the guy who had zero control, that she was fully commando tonight.
“You’re just saying that to get lucky later,” she teased.
I pinned her body to my Jeep. “Did it work?”
Her hands found their way under the shirt I was wearing. “We’ll have to see. I still have to meet your friends.”
I interrupted, “You already know my friends.”
“Not as your girlfriend.”
“True. But what doesn’t that have to do with me getting lucky?”
Her hands dipped under the waist of my jeans. “It’s more about how you treat me in front of them.”
I could tell she was hesitating again. “Elaborate.”
“Preston, it’s going to be weird. Again. We’ve been in a bubble for a month now. And don’t you think them seeing us is going to bring on awkward questions?”
“I’m not hiding this anymore.”
“And I don’t want to.”
“Then why are you saying this?”
“I guess I’m just nervous about their reaction.”
I took her face in my hands. Her hands moved to my arms. “Baby, they already like you. And if they ask questions, I’ll answer them or tell them to fuck off. You’re mine. Nothing, not even if they get annoyed by how close I keep you and how much I touch you or kiss you, will change that. Tonight, I want to show my girl off to the world and let my friends see how lucky I am to have Tenley Ray give me the time of day. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Let’s go see everyone.”
She didn’t release me, though. “After that little speech, you're definitely getting lucky tonight.”
She took the reins and kissed me but ended it too soon. I growled my frustration. “Screw going out. Let’s just go home.”
She laughed. “It’s Keaton’s birthday.”
“He’ll have another next year.”
She pushed me away. “Let’s go.”
“Now you want to go inside.” I grabbed her hand, pulling her back to me.
“I had a moment. And you talked me out of it like you always do. Now, I want my boyfriend to show me off and buy me a drink with his friends.”
“Fine.”
She started walking, dragging me behind her. “And maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you feel me up on the dance floor.”
I caught up to her in one step. Had her lifted with her legs around me the next and kept my lips on hers until we reached the front door of the bar Keaton chose. She didn’t tell me to stop either.
Damn this woman. I loved her. I thought I was in love before, but I realized I wasn’t. It was a blip compared to what I felt for Tenley.
When the front door opened, her legs fell to the ground. I took a step back, ignoring the two guys who walked past us.
“You ready?” I asked her again.
She fixed her hair and straightened her twisted shirt. “One hundred percent.”
I held the
door open for her, and as she stepped inside, I gave her ass a smack. She looked over her shoulder, and mouthed, “Later.”
I growled and casually adjusted myself in my jeans.
Hand in hand, we searched for our friends who were at a table closest to the bar. Once at the table, everyone looked at us and our linked hands. I made my announcement. “Tenley and I are together. You got a problem, come to me. And Happy Birthday, mofo.”
I knew they wouldn’t have a problem. Keaton and Isaac slid off their stools, gave me a congratulatory slap on the back, and kissed Tenley on the cheek. “It’s about fucking time,” they said.
Keaton had to be Keaton, though. “Just one question.” He directed it to Tenley. “Since you got a look at everyone’s goods, who would you say is the most?” He rolled his hips and pointed at his junk. A move he no doubt used often when he was on stage.
It also earned him a shove from me for asking my girl that question.
“A lady would never tell in public,” Tenley said. But she looked at me, and whispered, “So you.”
My chest might have puffed. On the positive side, the question opened the door for me to pick jabs at my friends for their current line of work. “So, stripping?”
“No shame, man. No shame,” Keaton said. He even gave a little Magic Mike spin, which I knew from watching the movie with Tenley after he said it.
Later, after the drinks were flowing even though I stuck to just one, I asked Tenley, “You good?”
She pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Good.”
And everyone teasingly sighed at our affection.
The bar scene became old pretty fast, so we headed out to Keaton’s place and had a bonfire by the beach where I could enjoy myself a little more. On a towel in the sand, my woman sat between my legs. We had a place to crash if we needed. I knew we wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon anyway.
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