Page 46 of FWB

Kenny

Sam comes in carrying two mugs of steaming hot coffee. “Morning, sunshine!” He beams, handing me one of the hot mugs.

“Morning,” I mumble.

“How are you feeling after things went down last night?”

“Exhausted, but relieved, I guess.” I rub my tired eyes, trying to wake up. “At least she knows everything now. There’s nothing more I can do at this point.”

“I really hope things work out for you, man. I’ve noticed a difference in you these last several months. Despite the baby drama, you seem happy.”

I think about it. “Yeah, I guess I have been pretty happy lately, and I largely have Tiegan to thank for it.”

“If you’re able to catch her again, don’t let her get away.”

“I don’t plan to.”

When I leave for work, I notice something on my car stuck under the windshield. It’s an envelope. I pull it out. My name is written on the front in what looks like Tiegan’s handwriting. I open my car door and get in, starting the ignition. Then, I begin to read.

I reread the last line. 6 p.m. Friday night, Room 208.

I somehow manage to get to work after reading her letter at least three times before finally pulling out of my driveway.

I can’t tell you how many more times I’ve read it since.

I could probably recite it from memory by now.

Tiegan is in love with me. I’m in love with Tiegan.

I think I have been ever since she crashed into me outside the elevators on her first day.

She came barreling into my life like a tornado, and I’ve never been the same.

It’s going to be hard to get through the rest of today’s shift and all of tomorrow’s before meeting up with her tomorrow night.

Rex notices me shifting in my seat and throws a gum wrapper at my head. “What’s got you all twitchy today?”

“Nothing, I’ve just got a big meeting tomorrow night.”

“Ohhh! Hot date?”

I smile. “You could say that, I guess.”

“Is it anyone I know? Wait. Is it Tiegan? Oh, please tell me it’s Tiegan!“ he says, holding his hands together in a praying position.

“Yes, Rex. I’m meeting with Tiegan.”

He bounces in his seat, clapping his hands excitedly which garners the attention of Jerome walking by.

“Hey, guys. What’s got you all excited?”

“Kenny’s got a date with Tiegan tomorrow!” Rex gushes.

“Hell yeah!” Jerome says, holding his fist out for me to bump. “Did you guys reconcile?”

“We’re working through things.”

“That’s great. I’m really glad to hear that. You’re both good people. You deserve each other.”

“Thanks, Jerome. Speaking of good people, I have something I want to tell you two.” I still haven’t told anyone at work other than Max about Lilii, but she’s going to be a part of my life forever. I can’t keep her a secret any longer. “I have a newborn little girl named Lilii.”

Rex is speechless for once in his life.

Jerome gets a big smile on his face and hugs me. “Congratulations, man! Fatherhood is a true blessing. Trust me. If you need anything—advice, a shoulder to cry on, or someone to come and rock her for a while—I’m a phone call away.”

“Thank you, Jerome.”

Rex is still standing there with his mouth hanging open.

“You good, buddy?”

“I just can’t picture you as a dad. ”

“Trust me, I couldn’t either. But I’m getting the hang of it.”

“When was she born?” Rex asks.

“The night of the holiday party.”

“Holy shit! Is that why you were acting so weird?”

“Pretty much. I got that phone call informing me of my daughter’s birth while in the middle of dancing with Tiegan. I don’t remember much about that night, to be honest with you. It was all a blur.”

“Well, I’m happy if you’re happy.”

“I’m working on it. Thanks, man.”

It feels good to let people in.

I arrive at the hotel at 5:55 and make my way to room 208. I check my watch again—5:59. I smooth a hand over my beard, straighten the bouquet of red roses in my hand, and knock on the door to our room.

Tiegan opens the door wearing a skin-tight long-sleeved black dress with a very low V-cut neckline.

She isn’t wearing a bra, so I can see the outline of her dark pink nipples through the fabric.

My eyes trail down her body, from her naturally curly hair to her signature red pout, to the dragon tattoo on her sternum, down to her thigh, poking out from one of two slits the dress has.

She isn’t wearing any shoes, so the dress pools at her feet. She’s a vision.

“Hi, Kenny.”

“Hey, Tiegan.”

“Come in,” she says, standing aside so I can enter.

I hand her the roses, and she gratefully accepts them, smelling them as I walk past her into the room.

When I enter, I notice a dozen candles lit all around and a bottle of Jameson already waiting for me on the table.

Next to it is my regular order from Waffle House.

Somewhere in the room, “Holding Pattern” plays softly.

“What is all this?” I ask, stunned that she would go to all this trouble.

“I decided I wanted to spoil you if you showed up tonight. There’s also a milkshake in the freezer of the mini-fridge.”

“And if I didn’t end up coming?”

“I would have had to pig out and get drunk by myself, which is not nearly as fun.”

I’m too shocked to say anything. So I let my actions speak for me. I slowly stalk over to her, take her face in my hands, bend my head down, and kiss her.

She instantly melts into my arms, wrapping hers around my waist.

“Dance with me, Kenny,” she requests once we break away.

Without hesitation, I take her hand and sway to the sweet, peaceful melody of our song.

I break away for just a moment, hands still holding close. “You’re sure you want this?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” she replies wholeheartedly.

I smile as I kiss her again, hungrily. Her mouth opens, granting my tongue access and she moans. She tastes like whiskey and a hint of mint. I’m lightheaded, like I’m catching a buzz from her sweet kisses.

My hands roam over her breasts, my palms separated from her tender flesh by the thinnest piece of fabric. I need to feel her, skin on skin. “I need you naked. Now,” I say against her mouth.

She reluctantly pulls away from my kiss and steps back, pulling up her dress in the process. Then she flings it on the chair in the corner of the room.

I pounce once more, kissing and nibbling her swollen lips.

My hands squeeze her bare breasts as I trail kisses down her neck to her collarbone.

She throws her head back and runs her fingers through my hair as I make my way down her body, continuing to kiss her the entire time.

I reach for her breasts and lick the head of her dragon tattoo that rests directly in between them.

Then I take her right tit in my mouth and squeeze the left one with my fingers.

Tiegan moans. “Oh, Kenny. God, I’ve missed you so much!”

I don’t stop my descent until I’m on my knees, kneeling in front of this goddess, my goddess. I grab either side of her lace underwear and yank them off, leaving her completely naked. Then, I grab her left leg and prop it over my right shoulder.

“Kenny! What are you doing?” she pants.

But I don’t speak. I don’t dare. I just position my face at her slit and take a large lick, back to front.

“Oh, god! Kenny!”

I devour her pussy, licking and sucking her swollen clit, coating my beard in her sweet juices.

It’s like I’ve been stuck in the desert for months and she is my oasis.

I keep my left hand on her hip to steady her but move to finger her with my right.

I stick two fingers inside her entrance and she gasps, her tight cunt clenching around my digits.

I pump in and out of her, faster and faster with each pass.

Meanwhile, my tongue has not finished feasting.

I continue to dine until she holds my head still with her hands. Even then, I keep licking and pumping.

“Kenny, baby! I’m gonna cum!”

At that moment, her body contracts and clenches around me. I lap up her sweet release with my mouth, savoring every last drop.

When I finally pull my face away from her pussy, Tiegan takes me by the hand to get me off my knees and leads me to the bed. “How do you want me?” she asks, breathless.

“I want you in charge tonight. I’m here to worship you. ”

“I like the sound of that. Get on the bed and lie down. I need to feel your cock in my mouth.”

I happily comply, getting comfortable on the pillow-top mattress.

Tiegan crawls onto the bed after me and positions herself to where her gloriously plump ass is in my face.

She’s on her hands and knees, propping herself up with her right hand and grabbing my waiting cock with the other, beginning to stroke.

She leaves light, tender kisses along my abdomen.

Then, she’s laying her head on my soft belly as she continues to stoke, lick and suck the tip of my cock.

“God, I love your cock so much,” she breathes.

“I love you.”

She stops her stroking and looks up at me. “Say it again,” she demands, breathlessly.

“I love you, Tiegan. I have for a long time, but I was afraid to let myself feel it. I felt like I didn’t deserve you. I still don’t think I deserve you, but I’m going to be selfish and take you anyways.”

“I love you, too, Kenny. So fucking much, it hurts,” she says, tears brimming in her eyes.

She turns her head back to face my throbbing cock, and sticks the tip into her mouth, specifically licking my frenulum.

God, this woman knows how to suck cock. Then, she’s taking me deeper, her hand still stroking in a twisting motion. It’s making me feral.

“Fuck, you suck my cock so goddamn good, baby!”

She doesn’t stop her pursuit. The next thing I know, she’s taking me all the way to the back of her throat while simultaneously squeezing my large balls.