Page 50 of Perfect Chemistry

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“Hey, Ty, your dad’s trying to call you,” I said passing the phone as he came into our bedroom.

He grabbed the phone and answered, “Hey, pop. What’s going on?” Ty leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before walking out of the room.

I went into the bathroom and stripped down. We were going to the Justice of the Peace tomorrow, and I wanted to be cleaned and shaven for our wedding night.

I laid back in the tub to soak, listening to bits and pieces of Ty’s conversation with his folks as he paced outside of the bathroom.

“You don’t even have to ask.”

“-No, don’t even worry about me, pop. Ma comes first-”

“No. No, I get it. I do. Let me know if you need any help-”

“Ok. Give ma a kiss and hug from us grunts.”

“Ok. Love you too, pop.”

I heard the sound of clothes dropping to the floor and peeked from the tub to see Tyson in all of his naked glory. I couldn’t help but giggle and scoot forward so that he could climb in behind me.

“Everything okay?” I asked him.

“Just perfect,” he sighed as I leaned my back against his chest.

“How do you want to spend your last night as a free man?” I asked him as his hands began caressing my arms.

“The same way I plan to spend the next fifty years…. Buried so deep inside of my woman, she can’t see straight,” he whispered against my hair.

I couldn’t help but giggle. “What if she has plans for her last night as a free woman? There are wild oats to be sown!”

Tyson’s arms wrapped around me and he growled, the sound vibrating through my back to my chest. “Are you messing with me, baby girl? You think I won’t put you over my knee and spank your behind for messing with me?”

I laughed, wanting to keep egging him on. “But there’s this man I want to use as I see fit for one night, before we are married. You wouldn’t allow me to do that?” I ask.

“Tell me about this man, and I will consider it.”

“He’s been after me for years, to be honest. I used him as a personal trainer and masseuse a while back, and I never could shake the memory of his hands on my body,” I confessed.

Tyson’s hands began to wash my arms and chest. “That so?”

“Mmmm. Yes.” I mumbled, enjoying the feeling of his hands caressing and massaging my breasts.

“So he was your trainer?” he asked.

“Mmmm. Never had anyone make me as wet as he did… Sweaty, hot….” I sighed.

I felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. “Tell you what. How about you let me get you ready and then if you still feel like you need to sow your oats, I’ll make sure the field is plowed.”

I started laughing. “You can’t even pretend to be jealous?”

“Maybe if you hadn’t told me that no one makes you cum like I do.” His voice was husky and low as he peppered kisses on my neck.

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I opened the door, fumbling through my bag to my wallet. “How much do I owe you again?” I asked, never looking up.

“Staff Sergeant Johnson?”

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