Page 52 of The Impact (Parachutes #3)

Chapter Thirteen

Tahli

Her heartbeat quickened with the predictable rush that came from getting ready, even if Tahli had her morning routine down.

She woke up, set the coffee pot, hit the Stairmaster for twenty minutes while catching the news and answering emails.

Packed the prepped lunches from the night before for whichever child wasn’t buying school lunch that day – typically Dali.

Put on Vin’s oatmeal, boiled Dali’s eggs, and set out Terran and Milo’s cereal.

By the time she made it to the shower, Vin would be in the basement for his morning workout.

By the time she made it out, he’d have her towel warm for her.

She’d dry off, oil her body, do her makeup, shed her bonnet and start dressing.

He’d enter the room as he did now, prepping to rinse the sweat from himself in his own shower. And sometimes…sometimes he’d do this.

“Stop it,” Tahli grinned, shifting away from his shiver-inducing touch. “Get your sweaty fingers off of me. I’m clean now.”

“You’re always clean…and I’m always dirty,” he bellowed in her ear, pulling her back against his hardness – everywhere. Vin’s chin rested on the crown of her locs. Her shoulders were swallowed by the broadness on his sweaty core. Her man was King Kong strong all over.

“Always my clean, good little baby love,” he nibbled her ear, swirling Tahli’s belly with fire and squeezing the orange between her legs, running fresh juice and pulp into her lace panties.

“I have a very important meeting this morning.” She pulled away, stuffing down her heaves.

Vin was already nodding. “Yeah, you do.”

“One…outside of this bedroom and without you…inside of me…Mr. Hayes.” She popped his hand, biting her lip with unconcealable delight.

“You got an important meeting in a bra like that?” Vin smirked.

“What’s wrong with my bra?”

“I’on know. It’s a little sexy, baby love,” his husky drawl suggested as Vin yanked his sweat-drench gym shorts from his waist. No, no. He wasn’t playing fair.

“So, all of my bras aren’t sexy?”

“Nah.”

She gasped, offended.

“I mean…you look sexy in them regardless, you know that. But you’ll look sexy to me in a garbage bag. Usually for work though, you throwing on one of them joints that cover the whole titty like two mixing bowls.”

Tahli’s head fell back in laughter.

“This one got the lace going. See-through.” He tsk’d, fingering her underwear.

“Let me find out you playing professor up at that new school.” Tahli was in her first month as a World Study transfer professor from Kean to Rider University.

And Vin was near her again. Breathing his words down onto her face.

Tahli let him. Let him back her into the dresser, too.

“You know that’s only for you,” her breathy tone accompanied her growing angst.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm,” she answered short, afraid that if she opened her mouth while gazing into his magnetic eyes, she’d blubber out how much she loved her husband and how the only fear he allowed her to possess, the one he couldn’t erase, was that life was too good.

Something ground-shaking was headed their way, threatening this level of happiness.

Vin lifted her by the ass, and she let him. Let him place her on their dresser, too, hiking her skirt along the way.

“Well, I don’t wanna make you late for your meeting, Professor,” Vin started, handsome face warping into lust, “but I really need to talk to you about my grade…if you got a minute.”

Tahli’s large breasts heaved in anticipation. Nipples pebbled over and sprouted against the lace.

“What about it?”

“It’s fucked up.”

“Language in my class, Mr. Hayes.”

“My bad.” His thick fingers danced on the hem of her panties, teasing removal.

“It’s not right. What can I do to fix it?

” He wet his lips slow. No way on God’s green earth would Tahli manage having a student like Vin for real.

Not Vin in his twenties. Definitely not Dalvin Hayes creeping up on forty.

Finer. Fuller. Heavy. Her husband was so heavy.

“You need to…apply yourself,” Tahli panted as those panties came off. He dipped low to kiss her inner thighs.

“Oh yeah?” Only his eyes rose, tongue gliding over her flesh.

“And maybe…put in some extra credit.”

“Heard you,” was the last words from his mouth before his oral skills assumed control.

The rolls of his tongue over her clit made Tahli bite her lip.

Spreading her, he moved into his lapping, sipping from her as the heat below her waist spread throughout her limbs.

Her mind fogged over with elation, the flicks of his tongue as the pleasure sensors to her ecstasy, only temporarily relieved by the slurps that broke them up. But still deliciously excruciating.

“Vin…I…I gotta goooo,” Tahli squealed, a fraction of sense breaking through as the red beams from the clock snuck into her venal moment.

“You gotta come before you go. I don’t make the rules, baby love,” he informed through a mouthful of pussy.

Never just the act, Dalvin Hayes was the whole production. His authoritative voice, his mighty fingers digging into her soft skin, his needy hunger—flipped all the way to savage mode with the switch broken off…it put Tahli on a rocket straight for the stars.

No…it put her on a parachute …

“Uh…” Tahli gasped, keeping it down when she remembered to.

Her brain jumbled with scattered recollections from the morning quickie and memories as fresh as Akemi’s party.

The way he walked, and smiled, and smelled…

and came so close to killing Drew. Demented, maybe.

But a fantasy was hers to own. No one had to know it was her ex-husband she thought of while riding her fingers in the middle of her king bed at the break of dawn.

“Fuck,” Tahli sputtered, the thump of her pearl pulsing against her hand. She quickened her pace, rolling her hips to ride Vin’s imaginary face, practically feeling the wiry hairs of his beard scraping her thighs. Heard his manly groans express how good she tasted good to him.

Shut up and choke on this pussy you lying…sneaky…sexy…son of a…

Tahli’s mouth stretched wide, eyes clamped shut, one hand shooting out to squeeze a pillow.

Her legs quaked as birds chirped outside of her window.

At the crest of her release, a pound on the bedroom door locked her body in sudden stagger, shooting pain through her thigh muscle — but she didn’t stop cumming. It only tapered in intensity.

“Com…Coming!” She called out, only for more knocking to completely exterminate the best part of her orgasm. The warm and fuzzies after. “What?”

Now she was pissed. Flung sienna legs over crumpled bedding to find out which kid was catching her wrath. Slipping on her satin robe, Tahli tied the sash tight and snatched the door open.

“Wha- What. The. Fuck?” Tahli yelped right away, eyes the size of dinner plates. He was there. It was him. Vin…in her doorway. At her bedroom. The bedroom she’d just rode his imaginary face in. Had she…manifested him?

“What…why…what the fuck are you doing here?” Tahli couldn’t hide her fluster but hopefully could hide her hard nipples.

She pulled the top of her robe tighter, unable to hold his gaze for long.

Her breaths deepened. Her body betrayed her.

Everything from her fingers to her lips tingled, awakened by his proximity, screaming out, “Ooh, Mommy, it’s him!

Invite him in. Let him christen this dresser, too! ”

He only stared, then squinted for way too long.

Two things Vin was skilled at, besides excellent cunnilingus, were not speaking until he wanted to, often forcing people to overexplain themselves. And staring at people until they folded under pressure.

His head angled slightly. He wasn’t dressed for any fancy meeting. A gray sweatsuit and a ridiculously expensive, yet understated, watch as his only accessory. Besides his power.

“You asked me to be.”

“Wh-what? Huh? When…did I…” Tahli gulped, mentally scouring the CliffsNotes on The Laws of Attraction .

“You texted me on Tuesday…to take T to school because you had a staff meeting.”

Dragging a deep breath, she cleared away the warm and fuzzies enough to focus.

“Right. Well, I’ll be…down. Get out of my bedroom so I can get dressed, Dalvin.”

She was closing the door on his narrowing eyes when his Off-White Air Jordan wedged it open.

“Dalvin–”

Like a cobra, his reflexes beat hers. Vin snatched her wrist in one swift motion. Brought it up to his nose in a swoop. Shut his eyes. And inhaled deeply.

Tahli’s cheeks flushed. It was the most erotic, maddening thing. All 100 feet of her ex-husband hovering over her, sniffing her orgasm off of her fingertips. And enjoying it. The softening of his facial features proved he was weakened.

“Baby love…I know you hate me. I know I lost you.”

Tahli swallowed a bowling ball, unsure of his direction.

“But I would fuck the shit out of you if you need me to.”

She shuddered, but threw him a grimace at the audacity.

“I’m serious,” Vin said, as if it was with the simplicity of trading weekends. “I will lock this door and fuck you all over this bedroom, and we ain’t gotta tell a soul. Not your father. Not your friends. Not even your little adopted brother.”

Tahli scoffed, eyes rolling hard. Heat shooting through her.

“He’s my fiancé, first of all.”

“He’s your emotional support dog,” Vin corrected, calm and disrespectfully.

“Get out of my fucking room, Dalvin.”

“Okay. But the offer’s on the table.” A mischievous smirk curled his lips. “Or on that dresser,” he nodded to it. This time, Tahli successfully slammed the door on his arrogance.

“Aye, I bought you coffee!” he called from behind it, and Tahli shadowboxed the air as his footsteps retreated.

“Fucking hate you, mothafucka. Fucking full of himself, full of shit, muscle head, bitch-ass, bitch,” she punched the air repeatedly, cursing him…and herself.