Chapter 30: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Family goals!

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When Damon entered Caleb Thomas’ office, he almost stepped right back out. The man looked so serious and stern behind his desk. Damon had spoken to Caleb on phone that morning. And Caleb had sounded like his usual self. But this look…

“Have you spoken to the crew already?” Caleb asked.

“Yes. It’s on at 1 p.m. tomorrow.” Damon replied taking a seat.

“Good. How long has this…thing with my son been going on Damon?” He went straight to the point.

“About three weeks now.” Damon stared back at Caleb.

“That’s about the time I asked you to… Did you sleep with him to get him to have a change of heart about the Albatros project?” Caleb asked sounding incredulous.

“God, no!” Damon looked appalled, his eyes glittering dangerously. “Listen Caleb…”

“No you listen,” Caleb cut him off, his voice, hard. “I trusted you with my son. I trusted you to direct him and to help him see his worth… And I still do.” Caleb added the last part quietly.

Damon’s heart pounded. What was Caleb saying? “Are you saying…”

“I’m saying you have my blessing Damon. I’m not a fool. I know true love when I see it. But I swear to God if you ever hurt my boy…”

“I know. You’ll kill me.” Damon sighed.

“Yes.” Caleb gave Damon a dazzling smile. For a moment Damon thought he looked like a villain in a drug movie. He knew Caleb was dead serious.

“Yes Sir.” He said quietly.

“I’m glad we understand each other.” Caleb stood and extended his hand to Damon as though they had just concluded a business deal. Damon was sure no one would believe the nice man extending his hand to him had just threatened his life.

“Thank you, Caleb,” Damon said with a chuckle and shook Caleb’s hand.

Caleb laughed softly and looked intently into Damon’s eyes. “Wait till you have kids of your own son. You plan to don’t you?”

“Sure,” Damon answered, bemused. He needed to discuss that with Tristan.

“Hmmm. The mere thought of someone hurting them makes you see red. See you tomorrow Damon.”

“What if your kid hurts someone Caleb? What then?” Damon asked quietly.

“Depending on who they are, and how much you like them, you whoop your kid’s arse. And just for the record, for you, I’d do more than whoop my kid’s arse.” Caleb let a slow smile cross his face as he looked at Damon.

“Lucky me.” Damon chuckled, touched by the sincerity radiating from Caleb’s eyes. “Don’t worry Caleb. I love that brat too much to do anything to hurt him.” Damon turned to leave.

At the door, he turned to look at Caleb and was surprised to see the older man still on his feet with a happy grin on his face. “Thanks, Caleb.”

Caleb Thomas winked.

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Damon entered the foyer of the Thomas mansion to the sound of loud laughter. Whatever had Tristan and his sisters in stitches must have been hilarious because they didn’t even notice Damon’s presence till he loudly cleared his throat.

“Damon!” Tracy shrieked. “You look even hotter.”

“Cut it out, Tracy. We met just two weeks ago, remember?” He said drawing Tracy into his arms for a hug. They had been childhood friends and had even gone to the same high school. Damon was actually closest to Tracy than any other Thomas…till Tristan happened.

“Well, that was before you started fucking my little brother. And with a monster dick too.” Tracy murmured for Damon’s ears only.

“He told you that?” Damon looked surprised. He definitely hadn’t taken Tristan seriously when he said he was discussing their sex life with his sisters earlier in the day.

“I drilled it out of him. I’m his eldest sister you know. I can always beat the shit out of him if he doesn’t do as I say.” Tracy looked smug.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. And I should probably box your ears for breaking his heart. But I hear not only did he give you a good one, but it also sorta saved his life. So you’re off the hook. But never again Damon.”

“You know, you really look like Miss Smith back in third grade,” Damon stated looking all serious.

Tracy looked confused for a bit and then burst into laughter. Damon joined in the laughter, earning himself a smack on the arm. Tracy shook her head.

“You are all kinds of wrong Damon Reid.”

“Trey, don’t abuse my man.” Tristan hadn’t missed Tracy smacking Damon from his perch on the arm of the couch. The only reason why he hadn’t thrown himself into Damon’s arms like he was itching to do was that he wanted to allow them to talk. But he was actually finding it very difficult yo stay where he was instead of going to kiss his man senseless. The mere sight of Damon did things to Tristan’s insides he couldn’t even begin to explain. Damon was looking so hot in one of his sexy-as-hell suits, Tristan knew he would give anything to fuck him with him still fully dressed as he was. He was sexy to the extreme.

“Chill out T.T. Just chill out!” Tracy turned her attention back to Damon. “Damon I’m serious.”

“I know. Look, your baby brother has me wrapped around his little finger. You guys should rather be worried for me and not him. Between last night and today, I’ve received all kinds of promises and threats from the Thomas clan. Maybe I should call my mum to come dish out a few promises of her own. Tracy, I love your brother to bits and I plan on cherishing him for the rest of my life if he will allow me.” Damon swallowed past the lump in his throat. “In case you haven’t noticed, whether you want to believe it or not, I’m totally into your brother. I just want to make him happy.”

Tracy’s half-smile began to tremble, and then she broke into a full-fledged fit of laughter. It was infectious, and Damon couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What?” He wanted to know what had Tracy in stitches.

“Oh, we all know just how far into him you are Damon.” Tracy drawled, howling with laughter.

“Tracy you are crazy.” Damon couldn’t help but laugh, too. “Maybe I should add…no pun intended.”

“Ow Damon, I’ve never seen my brother happier,” Tracy said, holding her sides after wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “I just never thought you could ever be brought to your knees like this. The mighty Damon Reid. And by none other than my brat of a brother.” Tracy chuckled.

But before Damon could answer, Tristan was there, his arms twinning around Damon’s neck, burying his fingers in his hair and tugging Damon into a kiss. Not a sweet, in-front-of-company peck ... a kiss. Damon's arms wrapped around Tristan's waist while his other hand came up to cup the back of his head to pull him closer still.

Tristan’s tongue swept into his mouth, plunging deep. Pleasure exploded throughout Damon’s body as he eagerly fought for control, joining in the erotic duel of lips, teeth, and tongues as he was forced to acknowledge Tristan’s need. His hunger. It raged and raced through his system, slamming into his mind, stealing his will, and leaving him weak and shaking in Tristan’s embrace.

Damon knew he had to stop because they had an audience but he couldn’t think straight. Not whilst Tristan’s lips covered his, his nails biting into his scalp and sanity slipped further and further away. His tongue tempted and stroked, driving Damon mad with the need to feel Tristan’s naked flesh against his.

“Oh. My. God.” Tracy’s shout penetrated Damon’s consciousness.

“Get a room, guys,” Adriana said with a chuckle.