Chapter 29: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Sweet nothings!

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Stephanie Thomas stood up and stepped into her husband’s arms kissing him like there was no tomorrow, ignoring the ‘ewww’ by Adriana. “I love you so much, Caleb Thomas.”

“Love you too, hon,” Caleb said with a grin. “Take good care of him, pumpkin.” He addressed Adriana and made to leave the room.

“Thanks, Dad,” Tristan called after him.

Caleb stopped and turned to look at Tristan. “If he hurts you, I’m going to kill him. And that’s exactly what I’m going to tell him.”

“I already beat you to it, dad,” Adriana said with a chuckle. “I told him something along those lines last night.”

“That’s what I’m talking about pumpkin. Put it up there…” Caleb raised his palm and slapped it against Adriana’s. And just like that, the Thomases burst into fits of laughter. Tristan loved his family so much at that moment his breath hitched in his throat.

“T.T.? Where’s my lollipop? T.T.?” They heard the shouts before Tracy, Tristan’s eldest sister burst into the room. After quickly hugging Caleb who was leaving the room, and giving her mum and Adriana quick hugs, she jumped onto the bed, removed the tray from across Tristan’s thighs to the other side of the bed, and drew Tristan into her arms, rocking him as she would a hurt child.

Adriana and Stephanie joined in for a group hug, giving Tristan all the loving he could handle. He got teary-eyed, surprised he still had any tears left in him. He knew if Ashley, his other sister had been around that very moment, she would have been bawling her eyes out. They called her the family’s ‘cry baby’. It was a surprise she became such a kick-ass lawyer. She was on vacation in Rome with her husband.

Finally, the hug ended and Tristan rubbed his nose against Tracy’s like they usually do.

“You know, it’s about time you stopped calling me your lollipop. Don’t you think I’m a little too old for that?” Tristan sounded amused.

“Nope. You will always be my lollipop T.T. Always. So what’s this I’m hearing about you and Damon? How about all those girls T.T.? Did you change overnight?” Tracy fired the questions.

Tristan chuckled. “More like seconds Trey. I don’t know what hit me. One second I hated the guy with a passion, the next second I was irrevocably in love with him.”

“Wow! We still need for you to pass on the Thomas name. So you have to give us a baby T.T. So does Damon for that matter. It’s very important T.T. Think about it.” Tracy looked very serious.

Tristan made an amused sound and looked at Tracy, his green eyes sparkling. “Hey, it’s not like I’m getting hitched like Addie here. Why so serious?” Tristan murmured.

“Well I just want you to have that at the back of your mind that’s all.” Tracy retorted.

“It can be arranged, Trey. Don’t worry about it.” Tristan dropped a kiss on his sister’s nose.

“Good. And just for the record, and I will deny I ever said this if you tell Darryl, I think your man is the yummiest guy on the planet.”

“I know right. Yayy!” Tristan shouted making his sisters and mum dissolve into laughter.

“Now tell me about everything. The first kiss, how big he…”

“Okay, I’m out of here,” Stephanie said turning to go, trying not to laugh. “You kids have a lot of catching up to do. Don’t tell them anything you’re not comfortable sharing honey.” She said to Tristan who was laughing so hard. He’d always been comfortable around his sisters and didn’t mind telling them anything they wanted to hear.

His phone vibrated on his bedside table and he picked it up to see he had a message from Damon, and just like that, his heart missed a beat.

“Excuse me, ladies.” He said to his sisters who were busily laughing at something Adriana had said. He opened and read his message.

Damon: You up?

Tristan: Yes. Was just about to spill abt our sex life to my sisters. They want to know whether you’re all that.

Damon: Lol! So tell me…am I all that?

Tristan: Need you ask? Thanks for breakfast. It was perfect.

Damon: Pleasure was mine. Too bad I couldn’t wait to serve it myself.

Tristan: I loved it. And I love u.

Damon: Love u more baby. Can I call? Want to hear your voice before I go into the next meeting.

Tristan: Please.

Damon video-called him. Tristan jumped off the bed, ignoring the protests from his sisters, and went into the adjoining bathroom to talk to Damon.

Tristan: Hey

Damon: I’ve missed you.

Tristan’s eyes closed as he absorbed that sexy voice. Damon’s warm and deep voice never ceased to turn him on. And he thought Damon looked as sexy as fuck in his suit. He nearly melted into a puddle right there.

Tristan: Same here. You’re looking good as always.

Damon laughed.

Damon: And you look sexy as hell. Did you sleep well?

Tristan: Yep. Till Adriana woke me up.

Damon: Oh no. I told her not to wake you up. She was supposed to serve you when you woke up.

Tristan: And you actually expected her to wait till I woke up? Not possible. Where are you?

Damon: Sitting in the car. Getting ready to go meet with your dad.

Tristan: Oh. He left here not too long ago.

Damon: I just saw his car drive-in. [voice lowers] Are you okay Tris? I wasn’t too rough last night I hope.

Tristan blushed, remembering how he had begged Damon to fuck him the night before.

Tristan: I’m okay.

Damon: Good. [voice gets husky, grows intimate] I can still feel you, Tris. Still taste you. I’ve been hard since I left, through two meetings and one teleconference. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.

Damon’s deep voice was smoking hot. The effect that voice and words had on Tristan was powerful and immediate. Tristan was hard as rock. He felt light-headed with arousal. It looked like the blood that was leaving his brain was headed south rapidly and he really wanted not to be having this conversation. Not with his nosy sisters waiting in his room.

Tristan: [breathing fast] Shit Damon, my sisters are in the next room.

Damon: So? They can’t hear me from in there, can they?

Tristan: [sighs] No but I’m hard, thanks to you. And I have to go back in there.

Damon: [chuckles] Take a shower before you go back in. I’ll be there in the next hour to pick you up. Is that okay?

Tristan: Yep.

Damon: I postponed the conference call to tomorrow so we can all be part. I’m only going to have a quick…meeting with Caleb, then I’ll be on my way okay?

Tristan: Okay. I love you.

Damon: Love you right back baby. See you soon.

Tristan: Okay. Bye.

Damon: Tris?

Tristan: Uh-huh?

Damon: You still hard?

Tristan: What do you think? Any harder, and I’ll need surgery.

Damon: (chuckles) Show me.

Tristan smirked and pulled down his boxer briefs, palming his hard cock for Damon to see. He smiled when he heard Damon’s sharp intake of breath.

Damon: Fuck! This was a bad idea. Now I have to sit in here for a while to cool off before I can get out. Go take a cold shower.

Tristan threw his head back and howled with laughter.

Tristan: Serves you right. I don’t have any choice but to take that shower. ‘Cause I defiantly can’t go in there like this.

Damon: Good. I don’t want to hang up.

Tristan: (softly) Me neither.

Damon: (sighs) So on the count of three…

Tristan: Okay…One

Damon: Two

Tristan: Three…

They were both still looking at each other, neither attempting to hang up. They both laughed.

Damon: Baby go take a shower. Don’t hang up. I want to watch.

Tristan: (laughing) Perv.

Tristan hung up on a laughing Damon. Damon took a deep shuddering breath. To think he was actually going to talk to Caleb Thomas about his son with a hard-on brought on by the same son. He stayed inside the car for a while, willing his hard-on to disappear.