Chapter 12
Bryse
Raucous laughter, the sound of banjos, and the sweet, pungent smell of marijuana punctuated the night. Swirled in with the heady aroma was the sweet, flavorful smell of marshmallows, and the bitter, powerful scent of chocolate.
People surrounded the fire, making roasted hot dogs, corn, and s’mores. Kennedi’s face gleamed brightly in the glow of the firelight as she looked over her shoulder back at me.
“You want another one, baby?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m good. You can have that one.” My mind was still fucked up about what happened earlier, and we hadn’t had a chance to talk about it. I didn’t play that fucking around with my ass shit. I only fucked with women, and that was the only way to go for me.
If other niggas were on some different shit, then hats off to them.
I didn’t judge any man for how he got down, but I knew how I fucking rocked.
She was playing with my ass, no matter how she tried to twist that shit.
But it fucked me up because for some damn reason, I was turned on like a muthafucka.
I had been a criminal defense attorney for the last nine years, and I liked to think that I was pretty intelligent. No, I wasn’t gay, and I knew that it didn’t mean that I was just because I liked what she did to me. I was just trying to figure out how to wrap my head around that shit.
As if she could read my thoughts, Kennedi smiled and walked away from the fire back to me. Rather than sitting in her folding chair, she sat on my lap. She removed her marshmallow from the stick and accepted the graham cracker and chocolate that Kerris gave her.
“Thanks, hon,” she replied, putting together her fixings for a s’more. She took a bite of it and groaned as her eyes closed.
I massaged her back gently with my hand and kept staring into the fire as I listened to all the chatter around me. The banjos continued playing despite all the conversation that was happening. People were talking about their plans for tomorrow and what they had already done thus far.
Kennedi and I hadn’t thought forward about tomorrow’s plans. We promised to take every moment one second at a time and enjoy ourselves. Kennedi finished her s’more and prepared to lick her fingers, but I grabbed them.
I licked each one, one at a time, as I stared into her eyes. When I finished, she giggled.
“Y’all might want some of these,” a lady named Prina stated as she walked around handing everyone packets of wipes.
“Thanks,” I stated as I opened them and pulled one out. I meticulously cleaned Kennedi’s hands as she kept staring at me. “What?”
“What are you thinking about? You’ve been quiet all evening, Bryse.”
“Nothing.”
“I thought we were committed to doing things differently?”
“We are, babe.”
“Then commitment means talking things out and being honest about our true feelings and concerns.”
“It does, but this isn’t the place for that.”
She nodded in understanding before she jumped up. “Come dance with me.”
“Baby, come on. I just wanna chill,” I replied, pulling my fingers through my beard.
“Pulleez,” she begged and poked out her bottom lip.
I let her pull me up as I smirked at her little ass. “You owe me.”
“You can collect whenever you want,” she replied sensually as she looped her arms around my neck.
The temperatures had definitely gotten cooler once we got into the mountains.
Gone were the short denim shorts and tank top she wore up here yesterday.
She was now clad in tight jeans, a pink long-sleeved cotton shirt, some suede low-heel ankle boots, a light pink, cropped puffer vest, and a pink and orange pashmina.
I had changed from my shorts into a black Nikaj jogging suit and shoes. Kenni reached up and behind me to pull the hoodie over my head. She pressed into me and tipped up on her toes. My lips brushed across hers, and she smiled into the sweetest and lightest kiss.
“I love you, girl.”
“I know you do.”
“You’ve got my head fucked up.”
“I don’t mean to. Just want you to be happy, and I know that for the longest I’ve been the source of your unhappiness.”
“I can’t blame that on you. It’s our choice whether we’re happy or not.
Only I can make myself truly happy and vice versa.
If I’m miserable, it’s because I choose to be.
Do you bring me joy and contentment? Absolutely, you do, but at any time, I could have walked out if I felt that you weren’t giving me what I needed. I chose to stay.”
My hands dropped down to rest on her hips.
“And I’m so glad that you did,” she replied, pressing her lips into mine.
We remained that way, talking through and after our pecks. We weren’t being sexual, but everything about our connection was intimate and sensual, and I loved it.
“What is it that you need from me that I don’t give, Kenni?”
“Patience. Support.”
“How can I support you?”
“Listening when I tell you about my day, not having your mind focused on your cases after you’ve asked how my day was. Understanding that there’s a learning curve with every job and promotion, and while I may not be at the office, I may bring work home.”
I nodded and pressed my forehead against hers. “You got that, baby.”
“What do you need from me?”
“My woman. Time with my woman.”
“I will move Heaven and Earth to give you that, sweetheart.”
We danced a little longer before we left. We had spent three hours at the bonfire, and it was getting late. The light rain shower would probably douse the fire soon if it grew in intensity.
“What’s this?” Kennedi asked after we returned to the cabin. She had been on the bed texting her friends when I came out of the bathroom. I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.
“This is your milk and oatmeal bath. I thought you could use something to relax. We’ve been extremely busy today with apple picking, the nature trail walk, spending time at the lake, and now the bonfire.” We had gone by the lake several times a day. Kennedi appeared to be transfixed with it.
“You’re absolutely right. Nothing could be more necessary.” She agreed with me as I set her on the edge of the tub and pulled her socks off her feet, and then her shirt and bra. She had removed her boots, vest, and pashmina when we first returned.
“Stand up.”
She did as I instructed, and I removed her jeans and panties. I lifted her again and set her in the tub. Once I did, I grabbed her washcloth, dipped it into the water, and then squeezed it out on her.
“That feels so good, baby.”
“I’ve got something else planned for you. Relax and I’ll be back.”
I left the bathroom, closed the door, and headed to the front linen closet to ensure that my request had been fulfilled. Satisfied that it had been, I pulled the table out of the closet and set it up before returning to get the other items.
Once I’d finished that, I headed into the kitchen, removed the champagne from the bucket, and popped the cork. I filled her glass, grabbed the strawberries from the refrigerator, and her favorite chocolate bar, and headed back to the room. I set all my items on a small table beside the bigger one.
When I returned to the bathroom, she was drifting off to sleep. “Are you ready for your next surprise?”
“Does it involve me sleeping?” she asked through a yawn.
“I mean, if that’s how you like it, then you can.”
She lifted an eyebrow and asked, “Does this involve sex?”
“Thought I took care of your horny ass earlier.”
“You did, but I know that you’re trying to make up for lost time.”
“I am, but it’s all about your needs tonight. And I know exactly what you need.”
I reached into the water and grabbed the washcloth. I squeezed some of her favorite bodywash on it and cleaned her body. Once I finished, I rinsed her, removed her from the tub, and toweled her off.
I carried Kennedi into the living room, and she gasped when she saw everything. “You’re giving me a massage, Bryse?”
“Yeah, baby. I know ya li’l ass is sore, and I just want you relaxed so that I can get a good night’s sleep.”
“Okay,” she murmured.
I poured peppermint oil into my hand as she lay on her belly and relaxed.
I started with her temples and worked it in to relax her and to alleviate the stirrings of a headache.
Kennedi suffered from them when she was too focused on work or started overthinking things.
I knew we had this weekend getaway, but I also knew that she was worried about whether she would get the promotion or not, although she hadn’t spoken about it.
I worked my way from her temples to her shoulders to her upper back.
By that time, she had started snoring lightly, and I smirked.
I worked across her back and down to her waist. I applied a liberal amount of lavender oil to the backs of her thighs and calves and gently worked it in until she was glistening with oil, and then I did the same to the other side.
My fingers deftly massaged the muscles and flesh of her inner thighs before I worked back up to her ass cheeks. I gently kneaded them, enjoying her soft moans and murmurs in her sleep. She wiggled slightly and released a moan.
“Baby,” I whispered, tapping her ass lightly.
“Hmm.”
“I need you to roll onto your side.”
She did as I asked, and I repositioned her arms, stretching one out underneath her head and pulling the left one into her side.
I pulled it back behind her with her elbow bent, releasing any pressure she had in her right shoulder, before I lavished attention on her right ass cheek and inner upper thigh as close to her pussy as possible.
My fingers sensually brushed her in that area without touching it.
“Mm. Bryson.” She moaned and wiggled, rubbing her legs together and then up and down. I could smell her heat, and I knew that she was getting turned on.
I pressed her right leg up and hooked my wrist behind her right knee, before I rubbed her left inner thigh. I poured more oil in my hand and then applied it to her left inner thigh close to her pussy, kneading and pressing, and sensually stroking the skin close to her vulva again.
“You’re teasing me, Bryse.”
“Just relax, baby, and lean into the feeling.”
“You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Then cum if that’s what you feel you need.”
“What I need is you inside of me.”
I continued applying sensual pressure until I flipped her onto her back.
I crossed her arms over her breasts and applied oil to her belly.
I pressed in, and she wiggled and moaned some more.
Lifting her legs and crossing them, I applied oil to the soles of her feet and worked my way down her ankles, calves, the backs of her thighs, and to her ass again.
As I brushed downward, I used my thumb to press into her skin and then gave her light smacks on her ass before fanning her.
I released Kennedi’s legs, and she crossed them repeatedly, trying to prevent her orgasm as she rocked from side to side. Grabbing some of the champagne, I helped her sit up before I gave her the glass.
“Drink this. It will help you relax, beautiful.”
She sipped from the glass before she set it aside. I moved behind her and began working on her shoulders and right arm before I moved to the next one. Her body was limp and loose, and she was still squirming.
“How do you feel?” I asked when I finished.
“So good, so relaxed, but so damn horny.”
“Hold onto that feeling, baby.”
I pressed her back onto the massage table, pulled her to the end, and hooked her legs over my shoulders. I wasted no time giving her what she needed as I slid my tongue through her folds and slipped my thumb into her ass.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed.
I pulled back slightly and encouraged, “Give in to the feeling.”
I worked my tongue through her folds, around her clitoris, and up and down to her ass. I sucked her clitoris and infiltrated her cunt with my fingers. When I stuck my tongue inside of her again, she released a sweet nectar onto my tongue in an explosive orgasm.
“You sleepy?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I lifted her into my arms, carried her to bed, and laid her down. Within seconds, she was asleep.