Twice Loved (25 page)

Lori: Can I ask for something?

Tate: Most likely

Lori: I think you will like what I want

Tate and I text back and forth as I head over to his house on Sunday afternoon. It’s going to be an interesting day with him. We haven’t seen each other since Friday night. I had traveled with the cheerleaders to a cheer competition about five hours from home on Saturday.

However, I was excited about what I wanted to offer Tate. He had kept asking me if the anal was okay, I wouldn’t give him a straight answer. I liked it… no I loved it but I wasn’t ready to admit it yet. One time could have been a fluke. I couldn’t wait to get there and offer my ass to him.

I stop at the gas station on the corner of Tate’s block and run inside. I grab him two of his energy drinks and me a bottle of sweet tea. I’m scurrying around the store like my ass is on fire. Of course it may be soon. I hop back in my car and finish the short drive to Tate’s.

I walk in his front door on my arrival and see him lying on the couch in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs guess he wasn’t joking when he said he wanted head. He’s lightly stroking himself over his briefs. I stand mesmerized by him touching himself. I make myself move forward into the room.

“Need some help?”

“Mmmhmm…”

I set the bag down on the table and crawl on to the couch at his feet. Leaning over him while I’m on my knees I bring a hand up to his crotch and begin stroking him. He moans softly. My palm cups his sac then moves up the silky material over his shaft. He grows hard under my touch especially when I lightly drag my nails over him. in a daring move I let my hand slip further back until I’m brushing across his taint and when he moans I get braver and slip my hand all the way back until I am stroking the entrance to his man tunnel. He moans louder. Yep Tate likes this.

“Lose the shorts.” I tell him. It’s the one time I’m allowed to be a bit bossy when I’m giving him head. He allows me to set the pace and control it within reason. Mainly so I don’t get sick while deep throating him. That could be messy.

I lean back on my heels as Tate pulls his briefs all the way off…

“Wait what do you think I would like?”

“The mental block is gone.”

He looks up eyes wide. “That easy?”

“Yep that easy.”

He finishes stripping his briefs down. I stare at his cock in its semi hard state and lick my lips in anticipation. I love this man’s cock. I lean down and open mouth kiss him on his sac pulling each side into my mouth a bit. He groans. My tongue flattens and goes up between the sac and shaft and back down. I suck on him some more. He lightly pushes my head down. I’m a little surprised but I’m not going to turn down the opportunity. I let my tongue snake down to his taint and back up. He moans some more for me. I come back and work his balls in my mouth again. Swirling the tip of his cock in my mouth lightly sucking it in, opening my mouth wider and gliding down with my tongue pressed against him.

I pull off and begin tonguing his taint again he spreads his legs and lifts his ass up off the couch. He presses my head again further down. I take my finger and swirl it around his opening while licking at his taint and up to his balls. I keep lightly pressing with the knuckle of my finger. I briefly considering trying a finger in him but one look at my nails and I change my mind. I would hate to scratch him inside his asshole. He pushes my head down again. This time I do what he really has been wanting I let my tongue swirl around his anus. I begin pressing it a little harder against the opening. His hand moves down to his cock. I begin licking my way back up and his cock is rock hard now.

“Look how hard you got me?”

Lick “I see that…” Lick

This time I begin giving him head in earnest. I am opening my mouth as wide as I can for him. He’s almost too hard to go all the way in. He thrusts into my mouth. I gag a little as he goes down my throat but I don’t stop. It’s only when he’s pushed me past my limit that I back off and so does he. He stands up from the couch. I’m still on my knees resting on my heels.

“Why are you still wearing clothes?”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to be naked.”

“How else we going to do what you want?”

Oh well in that case… I jump off the couch and begin stripping. He pulls me in front of him facing the couch.

“On your knees.”

I’m a little nervous as he’s rock hard this time. We have no lube and I may be a little wet but nowhere what I was the other night when we did this. It doesn’t matter I still want it. I have my cheek resting on the coolness of the leather as Tate begins pressing into my tight opening. I take deep relaxing breaths so that I’m not fighting him. His head slips in making me groan from the slight pain. He slowly moves it around and I’m relaxing again.

“Come back on me show me you want this cock in your ass.”

I do what he commands I begin pushing my ass against his cock. He slides in further.

“Oh fuck!”

“Fuck is right!” He begins thrusting in me.

It feels so damn good. I never dreamed it could be like this. I often read about anal sex in romance books and wondered if it would be as hot in person. Now I know. It is! I wouldn’t want this to be the only thing we do but I’m totally down for it more often. He continues to pound into me. I’m breaking a fucking sweat. How is that even possible maybe I’m helping him out more than I think I am? Shit I don’t know.

“Move your knees in together.”

I slide my knees together propping my elbows on the back of the couch. He begins going in and out faster. This is fucking fantastic. Then I realize I have an orgasm building up in me. I’m getting stimulation from the ways my legs are clasped together and his banging my ass. It’s not going to be long before he has me crying out in orgasm. I hear his moans and utterings behind me.

“ooooohhhh my gawwwd. Oh my GAWD!” Tate cries out as he still in me. He just came in my ass. Even better his orgasm sent me tripping over the edge on my own orgasm. I slump down while keeping my ass up when he pulls out of me. I have no experience with how messy this can be. So I err on the side of caution. When I realize it’s not going to run out on its own I grab my clothes and head for the guest bathroom.

Once I’m in there I sit on the toilet and begin the process of cleaning up while putting my shirt and panties back on before going back out in the living room. Tate has already dressed and is waiting for me. I grab my pants and slip them back on.

“I’m going to smoke coming with?”

“Yes.” I say rather enthusiastically. I need a fucking cigarette after that. It was mind blowing. We stand outside smoking and chatting while a light rain falls on us. It's cool and refreshing after what we just did.

Tate maneuvers us back inside and we head to the living room “Let’s cuddle.”

“Okay.”

He lays down on his side and I lay down beside him curling my ass into his groin area. He cups his arm around me holding me securely to him.

“So I like it.”

“Oh yea?”

“Yea I just wanted to make sure the first time wasn’t a fluke.” I feel his body shake as if he is silently chuckling which he probably is knowing him.

“I told you… plus it helps I know what I am doing.”

“I guess. I just wanted you to know I like it.”

I may have admitted to him that I like it but I wasn’t going to tell him how much I liked it. I still didn’t trust Tate fully with my heart. This was giving him more of myself and he didn’t even realize it. I was going to end up getting burned by this but I can’t think about the future. I want to just live in the now and enjoy the time I have with him. I want to explore whatever we can explore together one day at a time. The rest would work itself out.

We both grow quiet as we watch the show currently playing on the TV. While I don’t fall into a deep sleep I do feel myself dozing in his embrace. This is how it’s supposed to be when we are together. Fun carefree, no fighting, no drama. Just fun and friendship and a little love thrown in. We could build from this if we want to and make it something deeper and more meaningful or we could keep on like we were. Either one was a possibility. I knew which one I wanted but I didn’t dare speak of it. I didn’t want him giving me what I wanted because I asked for it. I wanted it because he was choosing to freely give it. I had to make sure we were on the same page before I started talking to my kids about him moving in. Because us having two houses but being in each other’s beds most every night was getting old fast.

Tate’s phone rings. He picks it up off the back of the couch and I hear a string of cuss words leave his mouth. I briefly wonder who it is but just settle back in. Until it rings again. A few more choice words fly from him.

“What the fuck do you want?” I hear a female voice but I can’t make out what they are saying

“You’re what?” I feel Tate’s body tense behind me. I sit up and turn to look at his face it’s a mixture of shock, horror and disgust.

More silence as the other person speaks to him.

“You’re fucking crazy I want proof before I do anything.” He ends the call and hurls his phone across the room. It smashes into pieces. I silently think that’s going to be expansive.

“Tate is everything okay?” I ask timidly. I can tell he is hot and honestly I don’t want to be on the receiving end of it.

“That was fucking LuAnn calling to tell me she is pregnant and it's mine!”

I stare at him at a loss.

“When was the last time you slept with her?”

“Eight weeks ago.”

I take a deep breath before I ask my next question. “How far along is she?”

“She claims she’s nine weeks pregnant.”

I sigh. Chances are if she is pregnant the baby is his. That crazy bitch would do anything to keep her claws in Tate she was obsessed.

“What are you going to do?”

“Not a damn thing until I know it’s mine for sure.” he begins pacing the living room.

I want to go to him and comfort him but unlike Steve when Tate is upset like this, my touch doesn’t soothe him instead it almost scorches him with pain to be touched. I stay where I am.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Well this sucks ass! How the hell can LuAnn suddenly and conveniently be pregnant? If it’s true though Tate would do right by the child. That doesn’t mean getting back with LuAnn but it might mean her being part of his life forever anyway. Can I handle that? LuAnn in our lives forever, it makes me shudder.

Tate and I are still so new into this second chance life has given us. Can we weather the storm? Tate is still pacing the floor. I see him stomp over to his pack of cigarettes on the kitchen counter he grabs the whole pack and heads out the back door it slams behind him. I debate in my mind to follow him or not. Should I give him some space or should I go after him. I pick up my phone.

Lori: Shit just got real

Haley: What’s going on?

Lori: LuAnn

That’s all I say before dropping my phone on the coffee table grabbing my own cigarettes and following Tate outside. As I exit into the backyard I see he’s pacing his small backyard. I don’t say anything I just place my cigarette pack on the table after pulling one out. I pick up his lighter bringing it up to my mouth

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ do it” My hand stops midair. I freeze in my spot. I glance over at Tate who is marching toward me he rips the lighter from my hand flicks it. The bright flame lights up the night air. I suck in. He tosses the lighter back on the table.

“Thank you.” what else can I say to him? I keep it simple and short.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

“It’s just a fucking cigarette, and I was trying to be here but give you space at the same time.”

He sighs

“I can’t believe that bitch!” He starts pacing again. “What the fuck does it take to get rid of her?”

“Honestly she is creepy obsessed with you. I think you have a stalker.” My words ring truer in my own ears as I hear them then when I just thought them.

“Tell me about it.”

I’m at a loss what to say to Tate right now. There are no real words that will bring him comfort. Let’s not forget that while trying to comfort him, I’m having to comfort myself as well. I am nervous and scared that this is going to ruin us. I’m just a slight bit selfish. There is a small part of me that wants to scream what about me? What about us?

“What are you going to do?” I bravely ask Tate. His eyes darken as he stares at me.

“Fuck if I know but somehow, someway I have to prove it’s not my kid.”

“What if it is?” He don’t want to face that possibility, but it’s there.

“There is no way that kid is mine.” He throws his butt into the bucket by the table at the same time he pulls another unlit smoke out. He’s going to smoke himself to death. The flame burns as he lights up. He begins pacing the area around us.

“Tate?”

“What?” he stops mid stride.

“Don’t let her get you all worked up that’s what she wants.”

He begins pacing again. I finish my smoke and put it out in the bucket. I get up.

“You need anything?” He shakes his head no at me “I’m going inside the bugs are feasting on me right now.”

“Okay babe.”

I glance back one last time at my man as I walk inside. My heart hurts for him. He’s a good guy, but he makes a lot of bad choices. Entering the kitchen I place my pack on the counter before heading to the fridge. I poke around to see what he has to eat. I realize he has nothing… typical bachelor. Walking into the living room I reach down and pick my cell phone up before plopping down on the couch. I scroll through my apps until I get to the pizza one. I place an order and sit back to wait.

My mind is running a thousand miles per hour. That conversation has left us with a lot to process. Without a doubt I won’t be asking Tate to move in with me and the kids anytime soon. I know that with what happened between Jake and Haley and now this shit with LuAnn we aren’t ready for that step. I’m glad I had not brought it up with my kids yet or Tate.

The doorbell rings and I get up with cash in hand so I can tip the driver. The young kid at the door hands me the pizzas and a receipt to sign for my debit card. I make my way to the kitchen with the hot steaming pizzas. Tate is still outside. I stick my head out the back door looking around I see Tate is sitting in a chair nearby.