Page 13 of Midlife Tiger’s Last Chance

CHAPTER EIGHT

Brock

I’m willing to believe there is nothing in this world more devastating to me than having to actually get up from the bed while Minnie is naked and against me. I gently disengage but I don’t manage to get off the bed without waking her. She smiles sleepily up at me and I sigh. I lean forward and give her a kiss.

She groans sleepily and says, “just fifteen more minutes.”

I chuckle and say, “I have to get to the office for a meeting, not you. You can go right back to sleep.”

“Silly boy,” she responds. I feel her fingers wrap around my shaft and my cock goes from soft to hard instantly. “I don’t want fifteen more minutes of sleep. I want fifteen more minutes for this.” She leans over and closes her mouth over me and my breath catches in my throat at the feel of her lips. My breath comes back in a moan when her tongue gets involved, too.

“I should transfer you to sales,” I say hoarsely, “because you’re the most persuasive person in the world.” She giggles a little around my cock and I look down at her beautiful body, amazed that I have her in my life.

It is five months since our first date, and the fact that we are still immersed in this relationship surprises me to no end. I’m beginning to realize there may be some hope for a life not characterized by loneliness. She appears just as committed to giving this a go as I am. In fact, she’s arranged for her sister to have the kids every Friday night. They love time with their cousins and it means she and I have a night together once a week with no time pressure. I will meet them officially next month. Her sister and her brother-in-law too, I think. From what she says, they’re all thrilled about her relationship with me.

I think a big part of why the relationship is working so well is that we really only get that one night. Oh sure, we take a few lunches together during the week, and since she’s doing such an amazing job at the office, she’s taking on more responsibility. I know Jeanie wants to either quit altogether soon in order to spend more time with my cousin and her kids (primarily because they’re entering the age range where they might have their first shift) or to be reassigned to a division of my corporation that she could handle with only one or two shifts a week at an office and the rest at home. She’s hinting daily that she wants to groom Minnie to replace her.

God, she’s amazing with her mouth. In fact, she’s amazing in every way when it comes to the physical side of our relationship. I think part of what makes it so remarkable for me is that when we’re together in this way, the stress I see in her always disappears. It’s like when we are together intimately, all of her cares just recede for her. Maybe I’m egotistical to be so thrilled by that. “Damn, Minnie! Oh!” I cry as the orgasm hits. It hits hard, really hard. I actually have to put my hand on the wall alongside the headboard just to remain upright. “God!” I groan.

She giggles around my cock as she finishes up. When she pulls off, she smiles and says, “There. Not even fifteen minutes.” Then, with a playful smirk, she says, “Buh-bye now,” and rolls over, making snoring noises as though she immediately fell back asleep. I land a swat on that perfect heart-shaped ass of hers and she squeals.

“What am I going to do with you?” I laugh.

“Nothing right now because Mr. Big Shot Has a Meeting.” She wiggles her ass to drive the point home. I lean down and kiss her shoulder and then pull the blankets up over her.

“I’ll call you later tonight, Sweetie,” I say.

“Sweetie,” she mumbles. “I like that.”

I like it, too.

Hell, I like everything.

I decide to shower at the gym. I don’t actually use the gym for exercise. For feline shifters, our cat bodies and human bodies are kind of linked. You don’t really find any lion, tiger, jaguar, cheetah, or… well, any big cat shifters. You don’t find them unfit or unhealthy. A shift of two hours gives us the equivalent of a few months of workouts. There was a man named Angelo Siciliano who developed a series of exercises he claimed was based on seeing a lion stretch at the zoo. That system was one of the most popular bodybuilding systems in the world. You might know him better as Charles Atlas. There’s controversy about whether or not the system, still in use today, is really based on big cats. I like his quote though. “Did you ever see a tiger with a barbell?”

Well, you won’t ever see this tiger working out at a gym.

But I own this particular gym and before I went to Europe, me showing up there every now and then was one of the things that attracted new members. Driving there, my mind remains firmly back in the bedroom with Minerva. My mind is usually with her.

She’s my last chance.

She’s more than just my last chance. In some ways, she feels like my only chance. Just as I pull into the gym, my phone rings. Melanie. I answer with, “Everything okay, Baby?”

She laughs and says, “When was the last time I ever called you when everything wasn’t okay, Daddy? I mean, if I call you and tell you everything’s great, you’re as likely as not to wire money to my bank account just because my voice reminded you that you can. I never know if I’m going to wake up and find a new car in the dorm parking lot.”

I chuckle at that and say, “That reminds me. I need to send you some money.”

“Ha!” she says, “It’s a Saturday! You can’t wire me money.”

“Oh, hang on, I have a call. Don’t go anywhere.” I don’t have a call but I put her on hold and use a peer-to-peer app to send her a thousand bucks. In the memo, I type a note that it’s Saturday. I take her off hold and say, “Back.”

“Very, very funny,” she says. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Look at the college girl using fancy words.”

“Can we get to the reason for my call before you buy me a house or something?”

“What’s up, Baby?”

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