Breathless, I pull away. “More.” Tyson’s eyes flare with desire. Because he knows my body better than anyone else ever will, he pulls out, grabs my hips, and then flips me over on my stomach before lifting my ass into the air. Any other time in my life, this position would’ve left me feeling open and vulnerable—but not with Tyson. With him, I feel sexy as hell.
He fists my hair, tugging on it just enough to tilt my head back. It doesn’t hurt, but there is a bite of pain that spurs me on. “Fuck me,” I beg, not at all feeling guilty for how needy I sound.
With one hand in my hair, I feel him guide his cock back to my entrance. Only instead of sliding in, he rubs the swollen head against my pussy and over my clit, which is now throbbing incessantly.
“I like it when you beg,” he says, his voice raw and gravelly. I smile to myself because this never gets old. Tyson loves the dirty talk, but not near as much as I do. “Beg me, Harley,” he says, emphasizing his words with another gentle tug of my hair.
“What if I don’t want to beg?” I shift my hips to try and get him to hit a certain spot. He evades me at every turn and I growl in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, a smile in his voice. Releasing my hair, he slides his hand around to my breast and tweaks my nipples, pinching and pulling the way he knows I like it. I finally decide that enough is enough. Slipping my hand between my stomach and the bed, my fingers find my clit, as well as the swollen head of his cock. Wrapping my fingers around him, I pump twice before letting go and then sliding my fingers through my folds.
Tyson’s breathing is getting faster, and I decide to put us both out of our misery. “Please, Ty,” I beg, giving him what he wants. “Fuck me, please.”
He doesn’t say a word, but the sound that comes from his mouth when he finally pushes inside me is one of the sexiest sounds in the world.
“No,” he says when I pull my hand back. “Touch yourself, baby. Feel me sliding inside of you.” That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. My back arches and I pump my hips, matching his movements thrust for thrust as I shatter into a million tiny pieces. Tyson quickly follows suit. His body stiffens behind mine, his hips slowing to jerky movements. Bending forward, he peppers kisses up my spine until he reaches my ear.
“I’m going to love you forever,” he says, nuzzling his nose into the side of my neck.
I like the sound of that.
“Alright, babe,” Tyson says, kissing my cheek softly. “I gotta go. You and Max enjoy your day together.” He steps away and I yank him back. It took Tyson and me a couple of days to regain our footing after our epic round of make-up sex. That boy kept me up well into the wee hours of the morning, and then I woke up a couple of hours later with his head buried between my thighs. Needless to say, the make-up sex did nothing but light a fire in our already active sex life.
Not only that, but I even remained calm when Tyson went to Brittany’s house. He collected the money she insisted on paying him, as well as his box of pictures and his grandfather’s nightstand, which now sits proudly next to Max’s bed.
“Really?” I scoff. “All I get is a peck on the cheek?”
Tyson grins and then looks around the kitchen. When he’s certain the coast is clear, he wraps his arm around my back and hauls me in close. His mouth fuses to mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth without permission … not that he needed it. He walks us backward until my butt hits the counter. His erection pushes against my belly, swelling with each passing second.
“You guys kiss a lot.”
Tyson jerks back at the sound of Max’s voice, but I just laugh. Seeing the frightened look on Tyson’s face when we get caught kissing never gets old.
“Well, that’s what moms and dads do,” I say, pushing on my tiptoes to give Tyson one last kiss. “Have a good day, baby. I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Then Tyson turns to Max and raises his hand in the air for a high-five, only his arm is way above Max’s head. Max jumps several times, grunting with each hop, until he finally hits his mark. “That’s my boy,” Ty says, mussing up Max’s hair. “Be good for your mom, got it?”
Max nods. “Got it.”
Tyson walks out of the house and I turn to Max. It’s been so long since it’s been just the two of us, and I know that these moments are going to dwindle even more when the baby arrives so I want to soak up every single second that I can.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask, grabbing my phone to check the forecast.
“Can we go to the skate park?” Before I even have a chance to answer, Max is slipping on his shoes. I should’ve known he’d want to go to the skate park. Ever since Tyson bought him a skateboard for his birthday, that’s all he wants to do.
“Let’s do it.” Max heads for the door and I follow him out. He grabs his skateboard that’s leaning against the side of the house and puts it in the car before climbing in. I watch as he plops down in his booster and buckles himself up and then I shut the door and get behind the wheel.
It’s been fun watching him grow up and learn how to do things on his own, but sometimes it’s the small things I miss … walking him into school, pushing him on the swing, buckling him up before stealing a kiss. It makes me sad to think that, for the most part, I’ll never do those things for Max again. But then I remember the precious little life growing inside of me and the sadness fades just a bit.
The drive to the park is quick, and Max is out of the car with his skateboard before I even shut off the engine. It’s a beautiful day, so the skate park is packed with kids of all ages. Max jumps right in on one of the smaller ramps as I take a seat on a nearby bench. I’ve sat in this very spot several times over the past couple of months, watching him learn to skate, and every time he falls and gets back up, a burst of pride shoots through me. If there is one thing I’ve always tried to instill in Max, it’s to never give up.
And when my eyes find him in the mix of kids, that’s exactly what he’s doing, dusting off his butt and hopping back on his board. Another kid is helping him, trying to teach him some sort of trick. At first it made me nervous when people tried to help Max, because he’s still so young and new to the skateboarding world. But according to Tyson, Max has raw talent and has picked up on general technique much faster than most kids his age.
“Mom, watch!” Max yells. “I learned how to do an Ollie!”
I have absolutely no idea what an Ollie is, but it sounds cool. “Awesome, bud! Let’s see it!”
Max positions one foot on the center of his board and one on the tail, and then he leans back, causing the nose of the board to pop up. His arms flail and knees wobble. I have absolutely no idea what the trick was supposed to look like, but I sure as heck don’t think it was that. The boy that had been helping Max walks over to him and bends down to show him something. I can’t hear them, but I see Max nod his head before he turns to me to make sure I’m watching.