Chapter 28: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Love reigns!

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“I’m sorry I hit you,” Tristan said quietly.

“I deserved it.”

“I know right.” Tristan chuckled.

“I won’t let you go, Tristan. Not ever again.” He held on tighter to him. “God help me, Tristan, I love you…”

“I know,” Tristan whispered back.

“I hope you mean that. ‘Cause I really do.”

“Dude, you blurted out that you loved me to my father, in the presence of my mum, sister, and her fiancé. If that wasn’t a genuine confession, I don’t know what else is. That was so fucked up and…and sweet. I loved you so much at that particular moment, it hurt.”

“There was no stopping it.” Damon’s voice lowered to the seductive timbre that always sent the blood straight to Tristan’s cock. “I might as well have commanded the wind not to blow. Such had been the need to just put it out there. I think I have for a while now Tristan. I was just too blind to see it.”

As far back as Damon could remember, he’d never uttered those words to anyone except his mother. He couldn’t even recall the last time he’d said them to her. And they’d fallen out of his mouth and he didn’t even have the throes of ecstasy as an excuse.

They slid back into bed and held each other. Damon knew he had to face Caleb in the morning. He wasn’t looking forward to that encounter. Damn fathers! His had been just as overprotective. So Damon knew what to expect. Shit!

For now, he planned on enjoying the love of his life. Life was short. He made a mental note to look for the lady who got Tristan to have a change of heart…which had led to his not getting on that fucking plane. He owed her big. Hopefully, she was okay.

“Hey what are you thinking about? You have a faraway look in your eyes.” Tristan looked worried.

“Need a favour, hon.” Damon dropped a quick kiss on Tristan’s swollen lips to reassure him that he was okay. “I need you to help me find that lady tomorrow. The one who spoke to you at the airport.”

Damon felt Tristan stiffen. “Damon…”

“She’s fine. Believe.” Damon kissed the worry lines that had appeared on Tristan’s forehead.

“Okay. We’ll look for her tomorrow.”

“Good. Now let’s fuck our brains out.” Damon husked drawing Tristan to lie over him.

And that’s exactly what they did till the wee hours of the morning.

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"Wake up sleepy head. What are you, Sleeping Beauty? Get up you slacker…it's almost noon!"

Tristan heard Adriana’s voice in his sleep and felt fingers gently stroking his hair. He pried his eyelids open to see his sister sitting at the edge of his bed with a tray. The aroma coming from the spread on the tray made his mouth water. He started to stretch but remembering the night before, quickly turned mid-stretch to look on his side.

“Where’s Damon?” he asked looking confused.

“He had to go. He said he has a number of meetings this morning. He didn’t want to wake you up. Boy, were you dead to the world…” Adriana drawled.

“Oh…”

“He asked me to bring you this in bed. Your man is so bossy. Come on sit up!”

“Who’s bossy now?” Tristan said with a chuckle. He started to sit up and stopped, remembering he was naked beneath the comforter.

He took a peek under the covers and gave a sigh of relief when he realized he was wearing boxers. He looked up with a sheepish smile when he heard Adriana laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked hitting her with a pillow.

“Now do you believe me when I say you were dead to the world? Obviously, your boyfriend covered your junk before leaving but you didn’t even feel it. I actually came in here this morning to check up on you guys and what do I find? A fully dressed Damon, sitting here watching you sleep. That was so sweet.” Adriana actually looked surprised.

Tristan couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face. Yeah, his Damon was sweet like that. He wasn’t the only one smitten. The feeling was mutual. They had gone at it till dawn, Damon taking him with skilled precision, imprinting onto Tristan’s brain and body that he belonged to him. He ensured that Tristan was getting the most pleasure he could get.

Finally, at dawn, Damon had taken Tristan into the bathroom and milked his cock till he couldn’t stand straight. He had managed once again to bring them to a shared ejaculation which had drained Tristan to the extent that after their shower, Damon had to carry him back to bed. He was fast asleep even before his head had touched the pillow. Damon had obviously pulled his boxers on at a point.

“He’s something else, Addie,” Tristan said quietly.

“He loves you T.T. Who wouldn’t? Now eat.” She placed the tray across his thighs and sat back to watch her brother eat. There was fresh fruit, cereal, fresh whipped cream for the fruit, orange juice, latte, three egg Denver omelet, toast, blueberry pancakes, and bacon with a single red rose.

“This is some spread, Addie. Thanks.” Tristan looked impressed and surprised.

“Oh, I’m only the server. Your man did everything. Even cut one of Mum’s roses for good measure. Go on try the juice.” Adriana had a naughty twinkle in her eyes.

“What’s going on?” Tristan asked with a wary smile. He didn’t trust the look on Adriana’s face. “You know if you do anything to me Mum’s gonna whoop your arse right?”

“She’s welcome to try,” Adriana said howling with laughter. “Try it T.T.”

Tristan tentatively took a sip of the juice and gasped. “What the fuck did he put in this?”

“Champagne. Lovely isn’t it? Your man should have been a chef. He’s the best. You should have seen him in the kitchen. He had total control, knew what he was doing.”

“I know,” Tristan said around a mouthful of pancakes.

“Seen him in action before huh? To think he’s actually a business tycoon. That’s it…Paul is taking a cooking course and that’s final.” The determined look on Adriana’s face had Tristan laughing so hard he began to choke.

“Hey drink something.” Adriana quickly started rubbing Tristan on his back.

Stephanie Thomas chose that moment to enter the room and quickly shooed Adriana out of the way and started tapping Tristan lightly on his back till he was able to breathe well. “Tristan Thomas, are you trying to kill me before my time?” She shouted.

“I’m okay mum. It's Addie’s fault. She made me laugh.”

“Hey…” Adriana started but mother and son were not even listening to her. Stephanie had Tristan in a tight embrace.

“I love you.” Stephanie gushed with so much emotion.

“Love you too mum,” Tristan replied blowing Adriana a kiss over their mother’s shoulder.

Adriana moved to sit beside Tristan on the bed and started eating some of the pancakes. “Told Damon it was too much. But he wouldn’t listen. He’s going to spoil you rotten.”

“As if you lot haven’t done that already.” Caleb Thomas said from the doorway. How are you doing son?” He stepped closer to Tristan and ruffled his already disheveled hair.

“I’m okay dad.”

“Good. I’m off Honey.” He bent to give Stephanie a quick kiss. “Have some meetings this afternoon. I hear you scheduled a conference call for this morning T.T.” Caleb addressed Tristan.

“Oh, god. I forgot about that.” Tristan leaned over to look at the time on his bedside clock.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it with Damon.” Caleb assured him.

“Dad…?” Tristan’s voice was cautious. “About Damon…”

“What about him?” Caleb looked at his son.

“Are you…will you…”

“Do you love him, son?” Caleb asked quietly.

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” He nodded and had to swallow before adding in a whisper. “With every cell in my body.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about. All I want is for my children to be happy. If Damon makes you happy, then you have my blessing. Besides, I wouldn’t want to lose my wife.” He added with a chuckle.