Page 20 of Irresistible Temptation

“Tys.” Her hips roll, feet lifting off the mattress and sinking into the small of my back.

“Thought you couldn’t come again.” My tongue flicks her clit as I keep fucking her pussy, feeding every drop of cum back inside her.

“Kind of hard not to whenever you’re near.” Her head tips downward, eyes locking on mine and watching what I’m doing with my mouth and fingers.

“Damn straight. Play with your nipples, Maci, give me a show.” I pull back, dragging my tongue in an exaggerated way. Her hands go to her tits, cupping them much like she did in the bathroom when I was watching from the back patio. Maci then circles her nipples with her thumbs before running them back and forth. Her eyes close, and I wrap my mouth around her clit, slowly pulling on it, the two fingers inside her working back and forth before I crook them upward, right as she pinches the tight tips in unison.

“Tysen,” she breathes out on a moan, loud, like she does when my dick is inside her. There’s no keeping her quiet. When our child comes along, I’m going to have to get resourceful on learning to keep her voice down. I don’t stop my ministrations, and neither does she. Her heels dig into my back, pressing me close, and while my cock is hard as fuck, ready to move back inside her, I hold back. Instead, while she’s arching into my mouth, I’m pressing my hips into the mattress. Neither of us stops, not until she floods my mouth and fingers and I come all over the sheets. Fuck, this woman is dangerous. She takes the air out of my lungs and sends it right back inside me without even knowing.

15

MACI

“I’m going to apologize now for anything my dad may say about my love life. The filter has left him when it comes to, you know, my ex.” We’re standing on the front step of my parents’ place. Tysen suggested we stop here before his mom’s, or else the whole county would know about not only us being together but the child we’re expecting, too. I really hope he’s joking about that part, not that it would matter, I guess. Between my parents and Samuel, there aren’t many other people who I’m around.

“Babe, relax. I’m not worried, and you shouldn’t be, either.” He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together in order for me to stop spinning my ring on my index finger. It’s a nervous habit I’ve tried to kick, except it’s either do this or twirl the ends of my hair, and since that only causes breakage, I figure this is the better option.

“Easy for you to say,” I respond as the door opens. The last guy my dad met was Chad the chode, and we all know how that worked out. This time around, I want my dad to love Tysen as much as I do, and yes, that’s easy to admit, that I love the father of my child, at least to myself. I’ve yet to tell Tysen those three little words. I will, though, just as soon as this day is done and we’re back at his place.

“Easy for you to say what?” Dad answers the door. Mom peeps in beside him.

“My, aren’t you a handsome man.” Is secondhand embarrassment a thing for yourself? Because if so, here I am, standing still, trying not to look like a fish out of water.

“Mom, Dad,” I say, slightly flustered. Tysen drops my hand and offers his to my dad first.

“Hi, Mr. Vesper, I’m Tysen. It’s nice to meet you.” Dad takes Tys’ hand, and they do that weird thing men do, squeeze each other’s hand and making sure neither of them winces. I roll my eyes. Meanwhile, Mom is mouthinghe’s hot, and I can tell he’s a keeper.Mom doesn’t think that Tysen can’t see what she’s doing, making excited faces and silently clapping her hands. I look from her then off to the side, where Tysen is trying to hold back the quaking of his shoulders.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. Please call me Frank.”

“My turn. I’m Eloise, and none of that handshake stuff. I’m a hugger.” Mom moves in.

“Hi, Eloise.” Her arms wrap around his shoulders, and he dips down to meet her much shorter height.

“I like him already. He has the balls to look me in the eye and shake my hand. Unlike the last piece of shit.” Of course, of-freaking-course, my dad had to bring him up.

“Dad, do you think we can move this inside before we give the whole neighborhood a show and you tell them all about my past?” Tysen moves back to my side. His hand captures mine and gives it a firm squeeze to reassure me that he’s not bothered by the turn of events.

“Yeah, Frank, let’s take this inside. Maci said she has some news to share with us.” Mom takes Dad’s hand and pulls him away from the entry so we can be let through.

“Thank you,” I breathe through a wave of nausea. My hand goes to my lower stomach instinctively, and Mom watches the movement like a hawk.

This morning, my eyes opened to an empty bed. The sheets were cool to the touch, so, clearly, Tysen had been up for a while. When I rolled over to get out of bed, there, on the nightstand, greeting me, were a glass of lemon lime soda, a few crackers, and the ginger chews Luke suggested we pick up. I sank my head back on the pillow, looked up at the ceiling, and pinched myself hard enough for me to sayouch. When I started to get out of bed to use the bathroom, the queasiness hit, and I used the tools available to me to hopefully not be on my knees in front of the porcelain throne.

We make it inside the house. Dad closes the door while Mom is still eyeing me suspiciously. The way my stomach is doing a dance inside of me might have me running to the nearest bathroom rather quickly. Except I’m pretty sure the reason in this instance has nothing to do with the child inside of me and everything to do with the news we’re about to deliver.

“Oh my god, Maci is pregnant,” Mom says, slapping a hand over her mouth as soon as the door closes behind us. My shoulders sag in defeat. This is not the way I would have liked the news delivered, but I guess the Band-Aid is ripped off either way. “I should have known. Your body has changed right before my eyes, and I didn’t even question it.” What does she mean, my body has changed? I mean, sure, my boobs are a bit fuller, and I’ve also gained a couple of pounds since being back, but the weight has everything to do with her and Dad feeding me non-stop. A trait that Tysen has seriously taken over.

“Well, Mom, that would be because I wasn’t aware, either, until around twenty-four hours ago. Surprise!” I look at Tysen. He’s got a slight smirk on his face, and when I look back at Dad, he’s grinning himself.

“Have you been sick? Your mom was all the time, morning, noon, and night,” Dad says, not congratulating or scolding us, just diving right into making sure his little girl is okay.

“She’s getting better now that Luke gave her some over-the-counter medicine and a prescription if it gets too bad,” Tysen chimes in. He further tacks on, “Luke, my friend, is a doctor. He won’t be seeing Maci for the duration of her pregnancy. I think she’s worked out that she’ll want to see his partner at his practice.” I squeeze his hand, and he throws me a wink.

“Come here, my girl.” Mom opens her arms, and I fold into her. The wave of nausea subsides, and the waterworks try to take hold. I blink the tears away. This is not ideal. I should still be getting back on my feet. The need to come up swinging is at the forefront of my mind. Then there’s also the other part, the softer side of me, that is jumping for joy, overly excited to be carrying a life inside me and to have Tysen right beside me during the entire process.

“Thanks, Mom, you know, for not being upset.”

“I could never be angry with you. I’m just glad you have a man in your life who deserves you. It says a whole lot that you found out yesterday, and he’s here with you today. Plus, Tysen is not bad on the eyes.” The last part of her statement, she whispers quietly.

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