Chapter 40: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Mother with a swag!

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The next morning Tristan woke slowly wondering what had woken him up. He was wonderfully sore in all the right places. He snuggled closer to Damon enjoying his warmth. He didn’t want to get up, wanted to stay where he was forever. Then he heard the noise again and knew something had definitely woken him up. Just as he was about to shake Damon awake, the bedroom door burst open and the elegant Lydia Reid stood there in all her glory. Tristan gasped!

Blue eyes that were so much like Damon’s turned to fix on Tristan. Then a brilliant smile broke out on those maroon coloured lips. She sure did look hot in jeans and a cute top, with her blond hair coiled up atop her head.

“Shhh.” Lydia made the sound, shaking her head to indicate that Tristan shouldn't wake Damon up.

Tristan’s heart was pounding so hard he wondered whether he was having a heart attack. Wake the fuck up Damon! He willed his lover silently. But Damon was breathing evenly, fast asleep. Lydia Reid sat on the edge of the bed beside Tristan and reached up to push his hair back from his face. God, she smelled good.

“How are you T.T.?” She asked softly.

Tristan swallowed past the lump in his throat but still couldn’t bring himself to talk so he only nodded. Damon’s mother smiled. The last time she had seen Tristan, he had been just a kid. He had grown into such a handsome young man. No wonder her son was nuts over him. Damon had always had an eye for beautiful things…just like his father.

“How are your parents and sisters? Is Adriana married yet?” Lydia had been to both Tracy and Ashley’s weddings. Now that she was living a quiet and blissful life on the Island with her husband Luke, she had lost touch with what was going on. When Damon had called her to tell her how crazy he was about Tristan, she had decided to pay them a visit before their trip to Paris.

“They are good.” Tristan croaked. “Addie is getting married next month.”

“Great. Tell her not to forget to send me an invite. I wouldn’t miss her wedding for the world. She was such a handful as a kid. And you’ve grown so handsome T.T. My son treating you well?”

“He’s an arse sometimes but I wouldn’t change him for all the wealth in the world.” Tristan declared quietly.

Lydia Reid smiled and leaned down to kiss Tristan on the cheek. “He loves you too.”

“I know.” Tristan smiled back.

“If you need someone to whip that son of mine into shape, you call.” She grinned at him.

“Thanks. I just might.” Tristan laughed.

“Oh, you have to my dear. Tell you what,” she whispered conspiratorially, “why don’t I tell you his middle name? Whenever he’s getting on your nerves, just call him by that name and he’ll stop whatever he’s doing. He hates it.”

“Tell me, tell me.” Tristan gushed, giggling delightedly. Serves Damon right for sleeping through this. He wouldn’t be surprised if Damon was merely pretending to be sleeping just to see how he would handle himself around his mother. Damon had done exactly that with his friends the day before. In your face Damon Reid!

“Bartholomew.” Lydia Reid whispered.

Tristan burst into uncontrollable laughter causing Damon to groan loudly.

“Mum, did you have to?” Damon groaned.

“I knew it,” Tristan shouted, still howling with laughter. “You were awake the whole time.”

“I just woke up baby. Trust me.” Damon replied getting out of bed in all his naked glory, heading towards the adjoining bathroom.

“Damon Bartholomew Reid, will you cover that butt of yours?” Lydia Reid said sternly.

“Did you knock before entering my bedroom Ma?” Damon shot back entering the bathroom. His mother had never ever bothered to knock before entering his room.

Lydia turned to look at Tristan and both burst into more laughter. When Damon came back in, it was to find his mum lying on his side of the bed beside Tristan, holding her stomach and trying to catch her breath. He had heard them laughing uncontrollably whilst in the bathroom.

“You two done?” He asked scowling at the pair whilst he pulled on his sweat pants.

Tristan couldn’t help but stare at Damon’s body. He was mouthwateringly hot!

“Stay with me T.T. You’re drooling.” Lydia Reid said teasingly, noticing the lust in Tristan’s eyes.

“Your son is gorgeous, Ma’am,” Tristan murmured still following Damon’s graceful movement with lustful eyes.

Damon’s mother chuckled. “Thanks, T.T. Sometimes I don’t believe he actually came from me. He’s beautiful. So are you.” She added softly.

“Thanks,” Tristan whispered.

After wearing his sweats and a t-shirt, Damon went to his mother and kissed her on both cheeks. Then he hugged her tightly like he was never going to let her go.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He whispered into her hair.

“Oh baby, I’ve missed you more.”

“How is Luke?” He asked letting her go back to lie beside Tristan on the bed.

“He’s well. Sends his regards.” Lydia said sitting up against the headboard and running her fingers through Tristan’s hair. He says to tell you kids to visit us sometime. We’d love to have you. Will you come T.T.?” Lydia asked.

“Sure.” He said looking at Damon. “May I go brush my teeth, Mrs. Reid?” He looked up at Lydia.

“Call me Lydia T.T. And sure, you can go brush your teeth. Are you butt naked too?” She asked with an amused look.

“Nope.” Tristan jumped out of bed wearing sexy boxer briefs.

He took sweatpants and a t-shirt from his side of the closet on his way to the bathroom, to wear when he was done. The closet was filled with clothes that Damon had bought for him. Hot, sexy designer wears, just for him. He even had different types of footwear and whatever he needed to dress up. What could he say…not only did his man have taste, he also loved to spoil him.

Tristan took a quick shower. When he came back in, mother and son were both sitting on the bed, relaxed against the headboard, talking. Damon opened his arms to him and he went snuggling into them, laying his head on his chest. Damon tilted his chin upward and brushed a kiss against his lips. Long fingers trailed down Tristan’s cheek before capturing his lips again. This time Damon plundered his mouth, tasting and seeking hidden spots, delighting in the shudder that wracked his lover.

“Good morning,” Damon murmured huskily against soft lips, before recapturing them again.

Tristan moaned, pulling Damon’s head closer, his fingers twisting in his close-cut hair. He totally forgot they had an audience till he heard a sigh from Lydia. Tristan broke off the kiss then, blushing bright red.

“Good morning.” He murmured against Damon’s lips. Damon was a dick. His mother was sitting right there for fuck’s sake.

Damon pulled Tristan close and kissed his forehead, delighting in his blush.

Lydia Reid grinned. She thought Tristan was so adorable. “What time are you supposed to leave? You boys done packing?”

“I think so. We leave at two p.m.” Damon answered, rubbing Tristan’s back. “We’ll get there around one forty-five a.m. It will be nine forty-five a.m. in Paris by the time we land.”

“Hope you’ve already spoken to Étienne to pick you up from the airport,” Lydia asked her son.

Damon rolled his eyes. “Yes, Ma. He’ll be there with Cole and his fiancée to meet us.”

“Cole got engaged? Why haven’t you told me? Tell him to call me if he knows what’s good for him. Is she a good girl?”

“The best. You’ll love her Ma.” Damon said with a smile.

“You boys had better get something to eat and get ready. Going with BlueDam?” Lydia asked.

“Yeah. You know I love Blue.” Damon turned to grin at his mother, who laughed.

“Flying yourself?” Lydia asked getting off the bed.

“Nope. Not this time. Want to relax with Tris.” Damon’s grin was downright naughty.

“Blue Dam?” Tristan asked. “Is that the name of the jet we’re traveling with?”

“Uh-huh.” Lydia Reid chuckled. “My late husband named it after Damon. Blue for his eyes and Dam for Damon.

“Sweet,” Tristan mumbled and squealed when Damon pinched him on the arse. “Hey stop that.”

“Make me.”

“You know what to say, darling.” Lydia Reid drawled looking at Tristan with a glint in her eyes.

“Mum…” Damon groaned before Tristan could say anything. “And here I was, thinking you would come and threaten him or something on my behalf.”

“And why would I do that?” Lydia exclaimed.

“Well first of all, because I’m your son. So naturally, you have to give the ‘you fuck my son up, I kill you’ speech. Do you have any idea how the Thomas clan has thrown threats and promises my way this week?”

“Good.” His mother said with a brilliant smile. “What did you expect? You’re Damon Reid. Your reputation precedes you. I’ve already told T.T. to let me know if you fuck up.”

Damon groaned. “Now I feel betrayed.” Damon glared at his mother and Tristan who had both dissolved into laughter. “Will you two cut it out? Come on let’s go get something to eat. We have a trip to make Tristan Thomas.”

To say Damon was thrilled at the rapport between his mother and boyfriend was an understatement. But he still couldn’t wait to get Tristan on the plane, all to himself, and pay him back for laughing at him. For what he had in mind, Tristan was going to need a wheelchair by the time they land at Charles De Gaulle Airport.

Boy, was Damon in for a surprise!