Page 103 of Scoring Chance

“What if you didn’t have to work?” I arch an eyebrow, awaiting his reaction.

He laughs, takes out an assortment of shirts to fold. “That’d be nice.”

“I mean it.” I stop his folding hands. “I mean it, Tan.”

Beneath his dismissive eye-roll, a glimmer of hope twinkles in his sparkling blue orbs.

“This creative director promotion comes with a sizable pay bump. I can sell my condo and move in here permanently. We can make it work.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“What you love most: be a dad. Take care of the kids. Coach all the little league you can handle. Not spend forty hours a week sitting at a soul sucking job because you feel you have to.”

“You’re being serious right now?”

“I am. You have given me so much love and support throughout our friendship. You helped me get through cancer, for crying out loud! Let me do this for you. You deserve to be present for your kids. Fuck, Tan. I don’t know how the hell you managed to keep going these past two years. Working full time and raising a gaggle of kids. Constantly worrying about money. You deserve a break.”

He throws a hand over his mouth as the reality of my offer sets in. Something cracks within him, a shackle being unlocked.

“Des…”

“I love you, Tan. I want to take care of you. If that’s what you want.”

He nods, his eyes watery.

I pull him into a hug. He wraps his arms around me so tight I may crack a rib.

“I promise I’ll keep this house spotless, and there will be a home-cooked dinner ready every night.”

“You don’t need to go full trad wife. Although, the idea of you wearing nothing but an apron is tempting.”

“Thank you.” Tanner wipes away tears welling in his eyes.

“Now be honest with me: how were you feeling about this new job?”

“Dreading it. I could tell my boss was going to be a micromanager. And I don’t even know what a senior project manager does!” His face splits into a wide, brimming smile full of relief.

“Who knows? Maybe you’ll discover a passion for something while you’re hanging at home.” I reach for a pair of black shorts that I instantly identify as Dean’s. Tanner rips them out of my hands and throws them back in the basket.

He grabs the laundry basket and puts it on his side of the couch. “You are not folding laundry ever again.”

“I’ll remember you said that.” I remove the shirts from his lap and lean him back on the sofa. “Speaking of taking care of you…” I palm his crotch. “My husbandly duties should start now.”

Tanner looks to the staircase as I massage his hardening cock through his sweatpants.

“Don’t worry, Tan. They’re all asleep,” I say.

“To be safe, we should be quick.”

“Luckily, I’m so good at what I do that we will be.” I wink at him. I know it’s wrong to be boastful, but I’m merely stating a fact proven out over the course of several sexual partners.

Though none of them can hold a candle to Tanner.

He arches his hips up, one eye still watching the staircase. “The second I hear a stair creak, this is done.”

“You got it,” I say. Although, the tent in his pants believes otherwise. I pull down his sweats, releasing his mallet of a cock.

I swirl my tongue around the crown, licking up his bitter precome. I decide to be antagonistic and slowly lower myself on his dick, taking my time down his shaft. He hisses with pleasure.