“I know and I’m sorry. I never really thought you did. I was just so damn jealous. I saw how Grayson acted when he saw us at the coffee shop, the blazing want twirling along with his anger, and then seeing you in the tabloids with Tyson and the way he looks at you like you hung the moon itself. I wanted a piece of that. I want you.”
“It doesn’t change anything. I’m still with Tyson. Hell, I live with him now.”
“I know, but I can’t help wanting you. We can be really good together and as soon as he fucks up, because let's face it, he will, I’ll be there.”
“What makes you think he’ll fuck up?” I ask, raising my brow. Instead of answering, he kisses me deeply and I let him. I need to be slapped. Stupid, needy, pregnancy hormones. I’m a crummy girlfriend. A total bitch. I know and I’m going to have to tell Tyson about this. I need to stop this, but something about Rob has me throwing all the rules out the window.
Pulling back, he releases me and watches me carefully. I’m so damn confused. I don’t know what he’s looking for. I’m also aroused as fuck and ready to climb him like a tree so he can take me against the shower walls.
“I think that’s enough for tonight. I’ll see you again on Monday,” he replies and I hate that I’m disappointed. That fertility clinic was right to deny me. Clearly, I’m not right in the head.
After he leaves, I’m still standing there, dazed. When I hear laughter from a couple ladies walking in, I finally get my butt in gear and change back into my work clothes. On the drive back home, I’m wondering the whole time how the hell I’m going to explain this to Tyson.
21
Jade
I’m a coward. The whole weekend, I avoid any talk of the gym and how my progress is going. As soon as I came home, I jumped Tyson right there in the hallway where he hoisted me up and fucked me against the wall. Too similar to how I wanted Rob to do to me at the gym. After that, we barely had enough energy to eat before we collapsed in the bedroom. Saturday he had an early morning golf meeting with the mayor so he was gone most of the day and I only had my guilt for company.
Technically, I didn’t cheat. Rob kissed me, and pervy thoughts don’t count, and well, I never agreed to be exclusive with Tyson. It’s a lousy excuse, which is the main reason I haven’t said anything. Tyson is a lawyer and will see straight through my bullshit. Besides, we haven’t talked about our relationship since that rainy day in the car or defined it. We’ve just been playing it by ear and going with the flow. It’s a poor excuse I know, but it’s the one I’m holding onto. I’m so damn confused. Both men elicit different feelings out of me, and maybe what Rob said back in the locker room has some truth to it. Maybe Tyson isn’t enough. I have never been a relationship type of girl. I have always been happy with a quick fuck and maybe I’ll want to see you again afterwards. With Tyson, I can’t seem to get enough, but he doesn’t fulfill everything that makes me, me. I have many sides. Each of the guys in my life fulfill different aspects of me. If I can mold all three together, they’d be the perfect man and that’s where the problem lies.
Grayson lights my rage, he’s the fire that burns inside me. His passion is overwhelming at times, but just what I need to center me, but he hates me. Not to mention, he isn’t even mine to have any sort of claim. Maybe he’s nothing more than me wanting something I can’t have. Tyson is so easy going. A breath of fresh air that keeps me laughing. I don’t have to take everything so serious when I’m with him, and he gives so easily, pulling out my softer side. Rob is like my rock. He keeps me centered in his own way by always keeping my eyes focused on the prize. He doesn’t sugarcoat anything, and I can trust he will always tell me the truth and not lie to spare my feelings. He makes me see and stop hiding everything within. I need all three of them like I need air to breathe. All three make a relationship possible. Too bad for me that isn’t a viable option.
Sunday morning, I wake up in the most delightful way possible. Tyson deep inside me as he moves in and out of me with his body pressed behind me. When I’m fully awake, I moan into my pillow and he reaches around me to play with my clit. His fingers know me so well and his thumb circles me perfectly.
“God, baby, I can’t get enough of you,” he groans against my ear. I want to agree, but the English language is lost to me every time he’s inside of me.
Stopping, he turns my body so that I’m facing him before sinking back inside. His lips seize mine and he starts thrusting deep. When I cum, he swallows up my moans and moves his body faster, chasing his own orgasm. It doesn’t take him long to reach it and he’s spilling his seed deep inside me.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks once we both come down from our high.
“Can we just stay in bed all day?” I ask as I snuggle in closer.
“We can, but then you’ll have to tell me what you’ve been hiding from me,” he says and I freeze. Of course he knows I’m keeping something from him. Tyson is too damn observant for his own damn good.
Moving, I lay on my back and stretch my arms above my head. “I'd rather not talk about it,” I finally reply.
Positioning himself above me, he grabs my arms and pins them together above my head. “I’ll let you get away with your secrets for now,” he says before sinking into me all the way to the hilt. Have I mentioned Tyson’s recovery period is impressive? I cry out and he swallows it before plummeting in me like a madman. For half the day, he fucks the religion out of me, making me forget all about why I don’t deserve him.
When we come up for air, we take a long hot shower together, which was made extra steamy from him pushing me on my knees and having me suck him off. With Grayson, he loves my large tits, but Tyson loves my mouth. It’s the inner teenager in him that gets off seeing a girl’s lips wrapped around their dick, while shooting their seed down her throat. After we’re both dressed, he treats me to lunch and then takes me to the mall to buy me a bunch of maternity clothes. Most men hate going shopping, but Tyson doesn’t seem to mind. By the time we get back to the house, I’m exhausted and he makes me a nice dinner before I’m passing out alone in the bed while he catches up on work in his study. The day was so natural, so perfect, but I hate that I still had thoughts that although it was perfect, it still wasn’t enough. I needed my fire and my rock to make it complete.
Mondays suck. Monday mornings without coffee really suck. Do you know what’s worse? A Monday sitting in the doctor’s office holding your boyfriend’s hand while your baby daddy sits across from you with his wife. Can you say awkward? Today is my ultrasound where we’ll find out if I’m having a boy or girl, so of course Nichole is here. After finding out McHottie was going to the appointment, Tyson decided to go along as well for moral support, or to stop me from killing McHottie, who knows.
“It’s been a while, Jade. How’s work?” Nichole asks, trying to make small talk. She looks a little better from the last time I saw her, just not as shiny. Something is seriously going on with her.
“It’s been okay,” I answer.