Chapter 17
Bryson
“Iused to ride horses every summer at camp from the time I was six until my last year as a camp counselor at sixteen,” Kennedi boasted proudly.
She looked as if she were made to ride horses professionally.
She carried herself with such poise and grace.
After I had gotten the details from the clerk, Kennedi and I had gone home to change into clothes more suitable for horseback riding.
Although I suggested going riding, she must have decided to do it when she first booked our trip, because she had brought a pair of riding boots with her.
“I have only ridden a handful of times. The first time was when someone stole a horse and brought it to the hood. All of us little kids wanted to ride it, and my little bigheaded ass was up there bragging about how I had ridden one before, knowing I was lying. They put me on that damn horse, and to this day, baby, I don’t know what spooked that horse, but he took off running, and my li’l ass was scared as hell. ”
Kennedi laughed. “How did you get it under control?”
“I remembered some cowboy show I’d watched and remembered to pull on his reins.”
“You were lucky. You could have gotten injured.”
“You’re telling me. It was a surprise I didn’t piss on myself.
Then, when a li’l nigga was standing on the ground again, I tried to act confident, like I’d been in control all along.
I was twelve the next time I rode a horse, and it was at summer camp.
I actually rode one four times that year.
And the final time was during college when I went on vacation with some friends.
So, I’m no pro at it like you are, but I’m no stranger to it either. ”
“I came back from camp that first year, begging my daddy to buy me a horse,” she confessed, giggling. “He told my mama that he didn’t want my ass going back to that bougie ass camp.”
“What happened?”
“She sent me back the next year.”
We laughed, and I stopped when I saw something that caught my attention. “Hey, slow up. There’s something over there that I want to check out.”
“I thought we were riding back around to the lake.”
“We will. But let’s stop there first.”
We turned our horses toward a copse of trees. We were far away from the stables, the lakes, and anything else that the guests visited. Based on the map, we were near the X marked on the map, which was the edge of the property. It backed up to more property that was vacant.
After we climbed off our horses, Kennedi walked up beside me and grabbed my hand.
“What’s all this?” she asked with a bewildered look on her face. There was a blanket spread out with a small cooler and a basket on top of it.
“It’s a nice surprise for a perfect afternoon date,” I replied, reading the little card that was tucked in between the handles of the basket. I recalled the clerk’s words earlier. But how had she known we would be here?
I helped Kennedi sit down before I did. Once we were seated, I opened the basket and found two wine glasses and two slices of caramel turtle cheesecake sealed in plastic wrap.
There were also two disposable forks, plates, napkins, a corkscrew, and a rope in the basket.
I opened the cooler and found a bottle of wine.
“This was thoughtful. But when did you have time to do this, baby?”
I was so baffled, but I didn’t want to throw that on her too. Instead, I wanted Kennedi to relax and enjoy the moment. I grabbed the corkscrew and wine, and opened the wine as I explained to her, “Ya man is just full of surprises, baby.”
“I love this side of you. I’m so used to you out there defending the world that I’m not accustomed to the romantic side of you. I know the kick-ass Bryson,” she declared as she opened both pies and set them on the plates.
I laughed as I poured the wine. “There are many sides of me, baby, and I believe that it’s time for you to know all of them.
I’ve been focused on my career and being this powerful criminal defense attorney, and it’s time for me to humble myself and be the man you need me to be.
It’s not about me getting hype and glory from the streets about the number of cases I’ve won, the people I’ve gotten off, the amount each case earns, or any of that shit.
None of that matters if my lady doesn’t know that she means the world to me. ”
“Come here, beautiful.”
She crawled across the blanket to me, and I pulled her between my legs with her back against my chest. I grabbed a fork and a slice of pie, and I sliced a piece off. I fed it to her.
“Mm.” She moaned as she dropped her head back against my shoulder. “This is delicious.”
“I know something that tastes even better.”
“You, sir, are going to feed me this pie before you have a taste of me.”
“All right, but bet I’m gonna taste.”
I alternated feeding her bites along with me. We never even got to the second pie before she turned around, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me deeply.
“You ever made love outside before?”
“No, baby. But I don’t want you to make love to me outside. I want you to fuck me outside, Bryse.”
“That can be arranged, sweetheart,” I muttered against her lips, thinking about the rope. “Can you withstand the cold?” I asked, removing her clothes. It was in the mid-fifties, pretty warm for an October day in the mountains.
“Mm-hmm.”
My hands caressed her areolas before I dragged my hand up and squeezed her throat. My mouth covered hers, and she moaned into our kiss.
When she pulled away, I leaned back on my hands as Kennedi removed her boots, jeans, and panties. She placed her boots back on and stood on the blanket before me in nothing but her boots and socks.
“That’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen,” I teased, pointing at her standing in the nude with socks and boots.
Kennedi leaned forward and put her hands on her knees, making her pussy poke out. I grabbed the rope and jumped up. I led her to a pole about fifty feet from the horses and tied her wrists around the pole.
“Damn, baby. You’re getting kinky, aren’t you?”
“We’re out here in nature, just you and me. We’ve got nothing but time on our hands. I’m about to enjoy the hell out of fucking you in the kinkiest way that I can imagine in this particular setting.” I grabbed the wine and walked back to her.
“You’re going to feel something cool, baby.”
“Okay.”
I slowly poured wine over her ass, and she moaned as I leaned down and licked it off.
My fingers fondled her clitoris, and Kennedi swayed side to side.
I poured more wine and licked it off before I poured it over her shoulders, upper and lower back, and down her breasts when she stood.
I moved around between her and the pole she was tied to and sucked her nipples.
“That feels so good, Bryse.”
“I’ma make you feel better in a minute,” I promised as I bit her stiff peak.
“Oh shit!”
I licked around it, tugged it with my teeth, and bit it again. I moved to the other nipple to do the same.
“Hold ya head back, beautiful.”
She did as I asked, and I slowly poured the wine into her mouth. I covered her mouth and suctioned the wine back into mine as I kissed her.
I moved behind her, poured the rest of the wine out, and set the bottle on the ground.
Opening my zipper, I grabbed her waist with my free hand and slowly fed my dick between her thighs until I sank as deep as I could go.
I moved out and back in slowly until she became acclimated to having me deep inside of her.
“Fuck me, Bryse,” she pleaded over a moan.
I pushed her forward just a little, spanked her ass, and did exactly as she asked.
Over the trill of birds, the call of an owl, and other unknown animal sounds in the distance was the hard panting of our breath as I increased my intensity and pace.
The sound of our skin slapping against each other and me stirring up her juices drowned out even the thunderous sound of my heart beating in my chest.
The friction of me plundering her and her guttural moan as she released again drove me to the edge. I freed her from the pole, grabbed the rope, the wine bottle, and her hand, and led her back to the blanket. “Did this little excursion satisfy your needs?”
“Baby, it surpassed all my fantasies.”
“I’m glad that I could be of service,” I replied, kissing her and smacking her on the ass before she got dressed.