So, 2017 is going to be a big year for you and Tom: New house, Homecoming premiere, wedding planning, oh and there's that whole illegitimate daughter coming to visit. Not a damn thing could possibly go wrong! The sarcastic, sweet, and sexy saga con...
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"Do you want some tea or a beer or something?" Tom asked you while he set his luggage down just inside the hotel door. You wandered over to the bed and plopped down onto your stomach, letting out an exhausted groan. "Beer it is!" Tom snapped his fingers and grabbed a bottle from the mini fridge. Then he tried to do some weird flip with it and because he's a dork and the glass was slippery (but mostly because he's a dork), it spun out of his hand and went soaring through the air. What happened next was akin to some some spazzy juggler losing his balls. He attempted to grab it in mid air, lunging at it with the most ridiculously adorable shocked look on his face. He managed to knock it around little, palm to palm, until it finally crashed to the floor with a tinkling splash. He stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the mess and gave an emphatic hmph.
You started giggling from the bed, as always enjoying the show. My tiger's a cartoon, you thought.
Tom looked up when he heard you laugh and gestured theatrically at the mess like, Can you believe this fucking bottle? You could tell he was proud of himself for entertaining you. Laughs and dick, Tom always delivers.
"Smooth move, Ex Lax," you teased.
"I demand a recall! Clearly this beer has been doctored to make an ass out of me !" he declared shrilly as he cleaned up the mess.
"And what an ass it is, mmm," you rolled onto your side and gave a deliberate lick of your lips.
Tom wiggled his eyebrows and turned to give you a front row seat to those cheeks as he dramatically bent over, perking his bum up in the air while he got the last of the glass up.
"Careful, Tiger," you simpered at him. "A girl might think you're taking advantage of her while she's in mourning."
You gave a little bite of your lip, hoping that's exactly what would happen. His lips spread into a sexy smile. Goodie- time to deliver on that dick part.
Tom took his hat off and tossed it on the counter then slithered in next to you for a well overdue kiss. Every bit of sadness trickled away with those lips, leaving only a mounting desire to have them touch every last inch of your body.
He pried himself away and said with a panty ruining growl,
