Blake waited, hands in pockets until the car drove away before walking slowly back into the house. It was Thursday night, and he was at his parents’ house for dinner. His father gave him a disapproving look when he walked back into the house. “So quick?”“I was expecting you and Kelly to have some deep conversation alone.”“Dad, mom,” Blake had called out and sat down facing his parents, who sat together on the double seater couch. “I would appreciate it if you don't interfere in who I go out with or eventually marry.” He looked into his parents’ faces, one after the other, with an expression that conveyed how serious he was. “I did it once and I don't want to do it again.”“But we thought it was the best for you,” his mom retorted. “No one knew it would end the way it did.”“You asked me to marry Stacy,” he moved to the edge of the couch. “Because of the family business, not because you considered she was good for me.” He choked down a lump of frustration in his throat. “I will not
“Tyson said your wedding is in January,” Maggie looked into Tasha's eyes. “Is that true?”They were in Tasha's kitchen on Friday night. Tasha smiled and opened the oven.“That's not true.” She placed the casserole dish inside the oven and covered it up. “Tyson is just eager to make me and Grant a couple as soon as possible,” she smiled at her son's fondness for Grant. “We are looking at April. We are not sure yet until we meet with my home church pastor who is going to officiate the wedding.“Tyson is just so excited about your wedding,” Maggie remarked. “Just as excited as you and Grant.”“Yes, you can say that again,” Tasha dried off her hand with the kitchen towel. “He has found a daddy, and he's so happy.”Maggie grinned. “I am so happy for you. Miss. Tasha.”“Thank you darling,” Tasha said.Maggie's phone rang in her pocket. She brought it out and said to Tasha.“I have to go,” she climbed down from the high stool. “It's Jasmine calling. I asked her to flash me when she gets to m
Blake sprawled on his recliner sofa, dividing his attention between the Financial Times magazine he was holding and cheering Jayce, who was busy playing one of his favorite video games on Saturday night. Jayce was so engrossed in the game, moving his fingers at lightning speed on the controllers, as he tried to defeat the final boss.His phone rang on the side table beside him. He looked over at the screen. It was one of the senior managers, he picked up the phone off the table. “Hey Nicole,” he called out after he swiped a finger across the phone screen. Nichole was calling to give him the feedback from some of their clients she was liaising with as Blake had directed her to do. They spoke for ten minutes and he ended the call. Blake looked at the time on the phone before dropping it back on the side table. It was fifteen minutes past ten o’clock. “It's late already Punky,” he told Jayce and dropped his phone back on the side table. “It's time to go to bed.”The little boy prete
Tasha placed the bowl of the salted caramel popcorn she made an hour ago on a tray, she added a bottle of Paramus rueda verdejo wine to the tray, along with two glasses of wine. She carried the tray to the living room where Grant was. It was their movie night. They had started the tradition two months into their relationship. They were going to spend their night cuddling up and watching movies on Netflix. Grant had since tucked Tyson into bed about an hour ago while Tasha was busy cleaning up the kitchen and making the popcorn. He was firing up the logs of woods in the fireplace when she walked into the living room, tray in hand. She placed the silver tray on a low garden side table. The glowing red from dry logs, along with the soft glow from the TV, illuminated the room for a nice romantic night. Tasha walked up to Grant and hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms around his middle. She kissed him on the neck and he moaned his approval. Her lips were still on his neck when he
He opened her legs wider and then covered her crotch completely with his mouth. His action ignited a fire in her. She lost control of her body and wailed, “Grant! Oh my God Grant!”Her legs shook as her orgasm sped through her with the fire he was igniting on her. “Oh Grant, I am coming.” She panted, writhing with ecstasy, and came with a blast into his mouth. His tongue got to more work in her warm channel, licking up her juices, probing deeper and deeper to get all of her delicious release. She ran her fingers through his hair as her body twisted with a mini orgasm. Tasha pushed her crotch further into his mouth so that his tongue could get deeper into her pussy. He knew what she wanted. He darted his tongue into her and fucked her relentlessly with it until she came again. She rode his tongue until her orgasm subsided. She sat up as soon as she could catch her breath and set him on his back. Tasha straddled him. “I love you so much,” she breathed and cupped his face. “You make
Blake's lips curved into a small smile as he stretched a hand towards Russell, a friend of his elder sister. Russell was from one of the oldest business dynasties in the United States, like the Carter's dynasty. He and Russell had been talking about business for over four minutes before his wife appeared and stood beside her husband. “Hi, Mr. Carter,” she greeted brightly.“Hello,” he tried to beat some excitement into his voice. “Mrs. Evans.”“I'm sorry,” Russell’s wife smiled, her eyes darting from her husband to Blake. “I will have to steal Russell away.”“Oh, with all pleasure,” Blake said, relieved that the man's wife had saved him.“Let's meet up for drinks before the end of the year.” Russell said, and he took Blake's. “I will be expecting your call.”“Of course I will.” Blake made a promise he knew he would not fulfill. “Thanks so much.”Blake gave Russell’s wife a nod as the couple drifted away. He grabbed a flute of champagne from one of the waiters, who was passing a tray
Tasha woke at 5:00 am to the splashing of water against the rocks. She reached out without opening her eyes to silence the alarm. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking sleep from her eyes. “Morning sweetie,” Grant's voice was husky from sleep. He laid a hand on her thigh under the covers. “Did you sleep well?”“Yes, good morning, babe.” Tasha purred and turned to face him. He looked so adorable with his sleepy smile. “Yes, I did.” She planted a kiss on his arm. He moved closer to her, with his hand on her waist, and gave her a thorough kiss. “How is your day going to be like today?” He asked when he pulled away. “Can we meet for lunch?”They were not running this morning, so as usual, they lingered a bit in bed. “I'm going to be busy today.” She said, “Jason is still not back in the office until next week.”She had been standing in for Prof. Jason Douglas, the Head of department for the last three weeks. Marcus had undergone a minor surgery and was asked to take some time off work.
It was past eight at night on Christmas eve. Tasha, Grant, along with Tyson arrived in Sandville late afternoon for Christmas. Tasha, Grant, her father and her mother were watching a Christmas carol on the TV with cups of her mother's homemade hot apple cider drinks in their hands. The Christmas tree was blinking cheerfully in a corner. She planned to sneak back into the living room later, after everyone might have retired, to add the presents she and Grant brought with them. Tyson had gone to her brother's house so that he could be with his cousins. “I guess we should call it a day,” Tasha announced when the carol ended. She was already yawning and feeling jet lag.“Good night,” Grant said Mr. and Mrs. Harrison went upstairs with Tasha.Tasha and Grant changed into their nightclothes and brushed their teeth. “Mom suggested that you and I should attend my grandma's church tomorrow for the Christmas service. So you can meet her.” Tasha said, as they climbed into bed. Her maternal gr
“I'm never letting you go again, never again, baby.” Blake's eyes were dark with his deep love for her. He rolled away to the other side, bringing half of her body to his chest. “That was so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over her ass cheeks.Tasha nuzzled her head into his chest, feeling so free and happy. “You are not going to Sandville anymore, I hope you know,” he said with a sly smirk, his hand resting on her ass cheek. “I want to have you all alone to myself before the boys come back.”“No, I'm not going anymore,” she said languidly. “I will stay with daddy so he can give me more of his cock. I have missed it so much.” She purred.“I plan to do naughty things to your body, baby girl. Naughty dirty things I haven't done to anyone in nine years.”“Uh…,” she smiled, licking her lips. “Tell me about what you plan to do.”“I'm not telling you, Candy,” he whispered into her ear. “Just know that I plan to make you scream and moan all the way, baby.” The scorching heat from h
She grabbed his jaw, staring deeply into his eyes, and asked, “is my daddy back for me? Do you want us to really do this?”“Yes, Candy yes…,” he breathed, staring into her eyes with a look of love. The fierce love that he had always had for her. “Daddy is back, and I promise I am not going away this time.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.She cupped the back of his head with her hands and deepened the kiss. They kissed fervently with undeniable desire as the fire of longing ravaged their bodies. Tasha's head spun: finally the man that knew her body inside out was back. “I love you so much Tasha Harrison,” he growled and stood up to quickly discard his joggers’ pants. Adding it to the heap of clothes on the floor. His body hammered with excitement as he returned to her on the mat. His eyes looked all serious, with more shades of lust. “You are so wet, Candy,” he opened her pussy lips with two fingers. “I can't bear not being inside you any longer.” He wanted her so badly tha
Tasha went to the bathroom to brush her teeth the following morning at six. Despite sleeping late, she felt fresh and filled with vitality. She had a quick wash and dressed up for the gym. She was surprised, though, when she got into the gym and met Blake there. He only uses the gym at night. “Good morning,” she greeted. “You are working out in the morning today?”“Yeah,” he panted and dropped the dumbbells he was holding. “I haven't been here in three days. I figured I should wake up early to make up for the days I lost before I leave for the office.” He explained and walked over to the thread mill. “It seems you've been here for long with the way you are sweating.”“I have been here since four,” he grinned. He just couldn't sleep, so he decided to make good use of the time. “Wow,” she whistled and stretched on the mat to start her push-ups. After several failed attempts to concentrate, Tasha stopped trying to do any more push-ups and took a long deep breath, knowing there was n
Blake walked from his study into the kitchen on Monday night. The house was silent. The boys had already left for their grandparents’.Tasha was watering the herbs on the windowsill. “Hey,” he whispered and moved to the refrigerator, and brought out two bottles of ginger beer. “Sit with me.” He sat on the high dining chair at the breakfast nook and patted the chair next to him. He opened a bottle with his teeth and held it out to her. “Thank you.” She collected the bottle and sat down on the chair at the far end of the table instead, leaving two chairs between them.“Cheers,” he tilted his bottle towards her before taking a long swing of the drink.“I'm going to miss the kids so much,” she said and darted a quick look into his eyes. “One week,” she groaned. “I think it's too much.”“Don't worry,” he burst into laughter, “the kids will enjoy themselves. We adults too should try and enjoy ourselves here.” He tilted his bottle towards her and she just smiled briefly. She looked more
She went upstairs to her bedroom after cleaning the kitchen and stripped out of her clothes. Tasha drew a bath for herself in the bathroom. She tiptoed and reached out for the jar of luxury foaming relaxing bath salt she brought from Berkeley with her and added some into the warm bath water. She climbed into the water, sinking down slowly into it.Her mind raced at the thought of Blake. She wondered who he was with and what they might be doing. Jealousy curled around her heart again. “It's official,” she muttered to herself. “I have fallen in love with my baby daddy all over again…God.”“The man is still hot. Why won't I?” she thought to herself and moaned gently. It was getting more and more difficult for Tasha to keep Blake out of her thoughts. She wondered again for the umpteenth time if Blake had a fiancee or a girlfriend. She had seen no woman with him since she arrived ten weeks ago. “Focus…Tasha, focus,” she chided herself, sighed heavily. She forced herself to relax back in
Blake sat in his lush garden on a summer Sunday evening, ten weeks after he and Tyson had their surgery. Everything was going well and both of them had recovered very well. He was reading a business magazine while still watching Tyson and Jayce play football.His schedule for summer had changed this year because of Tyson. Blake spent his daytime on workdays overseeing the family business during weekdays, while his evenings and weekends were devoted to spending quality time with his boys. He had used every period he had to bond with his newfound son, and it was very rewarding. He watched them with a mixture of pride and wonder. Their laughter filled the air as they chased after the ball. Tyson was a natural leader and being a professional footballer in his own right had been teaching his brother different tactics. Both of them were a bundle of energy. The boys had grown to love each other in the little time they had been together. No one would believe that they were half-brothers. J
Five hours later, Tasha stepped back and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at herself, liking the outcome of her makeup. Tasha wasn't one for elaborate makeup. She liked to be simple. A light dusting of bronzer warmed her skin, subtly highlighting her cheekbones. She had applied a touch of rose-gold eyeshadow shimmered on her lids, catching the light with every blink. A swipe of mascara defined her lashes, making her eyes sparkle. Finally, a touch of sheer, rosy lipstick completed the look, a hint of color that whispered, not shouted. It was a look that spoke of confidence, not in any way artificial. Her simple makeup was such an elegance that complicated the deep emerald green silk blouse she was wearing, which she had paired with a tailored black pants, the fabric crisp and impeccably pressed, and a pair of sleek black heels that elongated her legs. She left her hair free, running down her shoulders in a cascade of beautiful waves. “Wow,” she said to her reflecti
Tasha was woken up by Tyson and Jayce seven weeks later in New York. It was her birthday. The boys climbed into the bed just as their dad walked in. They started singing a birthday song for her. “Oh my God, boys,” she grinned at them. She was so happy about their gesture. Tasha and Tyson had arrived in New York city seven weeks ago with the private jet Blake sent to bring them. They had the transplant two weeks later and both of them have recovered and are doing very great. “Happy birthday mommy,” Jayce and Tyson said and hugged her. “Thank you for taking good care of us. We love you.”“My babies,” Tasha smiled through her tears. “Thank you so much. I love you both so much.” He hugged both of them to her chest, feeling the warmth of a mother towards them. “We have a birthday gift for you,” Jayce reached over and picked the shopping bag on the floor beside the bed and gave it to Tasha.“My babies, this is so thoughtful of you,” she blinked back her tears. “Open it,” Tyson urged he
THREE DAYS LATER "Daddy, let's go to my room," Tyson held out his hand to his father, "I want to show you a lot of things." It was Saturday midday. Blake had arrived like he promised. The introduction was not as awkward as he thought it would be. Tasha only said, "Tyson, this is Blake, your daddy.” “Daddy!” the little boy had said happily and flung himself at his father. “Daddy.” Blake clasped his boy to himself. It was such a profound moment for him. “Tyson,” he whispered and kissed the top of his head. “I am so glad to meet you, my son.” It was after that that the boy invited his father to his room. Blake looked over Tyson's head into Tasha's face, searching for her reaction. As much as he wanted to go into his son's room, he knew he had to be careful not to overstep any boundaries set by her. She understood what he was looking for. She gave a nod and smiled. “Let's go,” Blake winked at Tasha. “Lead the way, please.” He followed Tyson to his room. "Wow!" That was the word t