that… intense.”
“Yeah, but it was a different intensity.” Noelle pulled her legs under her and looked at me smiling. “Don’t you see the significance of what you two just shared? He’s opened up and has given himself to you. You two didn’t fuck; you made love. He made love to you and again, according to you, he has never connected like that with you in the past.”
She was right. I knew it. I just didn’t want to admit it aloud.
Bradley was never one for making love. He wasn’t without feelings either. He always showed me how he felt about me in every intricate touch, kiss and thrust of his hips. However, this time, I’ll admit, I felt a difference in the way he touched me and kissed me. It was evident in his eyes, in his stroke. The softness of his fingertips on my body was the most gratifying and satisfying feeling I have ever felt.
I came harder and deeper than imaginable. Just thinking about it, I wanted it again. I wanted him over and over again.
“Hello, Ayana…”
I looked at her eyes wide and she smiled. “Damn, it was that good, huh?”
All I could do was nod.
Chapter 5- Bradley
I removed my jacket, placed it on the dining room chair, and headed in the kitchen, loosening my tie. It had been a long day and an even longer night. So far, I was staying with my brother for about a month and it hadn’t taken long for shit to get twisted to hell.
It seemed my brother and I was at odds. His asshole ways had heightened as the days and weeks went by. I tried to talk to him, get him to hang out with me, maybe go to a ball game or to a bar or something. But his grumpy ass did nothing but work, come home and give me shit about the things I did in my spare time, namely Ayana. And I had to say I was doing a lot of Ayana lately.
A smile crept on my face thinking about her and tonight. I felt like having dinner at a place a few scales better than damn TGI Fridays, so we went to Morton’s Steakhouse downtown. The steak hit the spot and we ended up staying there longer than I planned. All we did was talk and drink, but the conversation and the company was just what I needed.
We then ended up at the House of Blues and listened to a fantastic band serenade us all night. The atmosphere was great and watching her was doing some crazy shit to my brain and my soul. Shit had gotten twisted for many reasons, but the only one that matters would be the chocolate-eyed beauty that’s been in my dreams as of late.
I grabbed two waters out of the fridge and headed to the family room. My brother had a nice house that he didn’t take advantage of at all. Once you walked into the house, you came to the living room on the right and the dining room on the left that led into the kitchen. My brother pretty much stayed in the front of the house and upstairs in his bedroom when he was home and it’s been like that since MJ died. I mentioned the part of the house that I stay in, which is in the back of the house. However, there is a family room that you can get to from the kitchen. The family room has its own entrance to the patio that mirrors my room.
The family room has a large flat screen TV, suede black couch, and bar. It’s a mini man cave with sports memorabilia on the walls and hardwood floors to make the room manly but cozy at the same time.
MJ allowed my brother to decorate the space with the thought in mind that this would be their entertainment area and he would mostly be the one entertaining. He always had fight parties and super bowl parties here. This was the place to go on the weekends. As I said, however, that man no longer existed.
When I made it to the family room, Ayana wasn’t there. I walked out to the patio to a warm breeze, despite the eighty degrees it undoubtedly was. The brick patio I thought was also deserted, but as I turned toward the door to my room, she was there in the shadows, watching me.
I felt her eyes on me, desiring me through the darkness. I was becoming completely attached
“Yeah, but it was a different intensity.” Noelle pulled her legs under her and looked at me smiling. “Don’t you see the significance of what you two just shared? He’s opened up and has given himself to you. You two didn’t fuck; you made love. He made love to you and again, according to you, he has never connected like that with you in the past.”
She was right. I knew it. I just didn’t want to admit it aloud.
Bradley was never one for making love. He wasn’t without feelings either. He always showed me how he felt about me in every intricate touch, kiss and thrust of his hips. However, this time, I’ll admit, I felt a difference in the way he touched me and kissed me. It was evident in his eyes, in his stroke. The softness of his fingertips on my body was the most gratifying and satisfying feeling I have ever felt.
I came harder and deeper than imaginable. Just thinking about it, I wanted it again. I wanted him over and over again.
“Hello, Ayana…”
I looked at her eyes wide and she smiled. “Damn, it was that good, huh?”
All I could do was nod.
Chapter 5- Bradley
I removed my jacket, placed it on the dining room chair, and headed in the kitchen, loosening my tie. It had been a long day and an even longer night. So far, I was staying with my brother for about a month and it hadn’t taken long for shit to get twisted to hell.
It seemed my brother and I was at odds. His asshole ways had heightened as the days and weeks went by. I tried to talk to him, get him to hang out with me, maybe go to a ball game or to a bar or something. But his grumpy ass did nothing but work, come home and give me shit about the things I did in my spare time, namely Ayana. And I had to say I was doing a lot of Ayana lately.
A smile crept on my face thinking about her and tonight. I felt like having dinner at a place a few scales better than damn TGI Fridays, so we went to Morton’s Steakhouse downtown. The steak hit the spot and we ended up staying there longer than I planned. All we did was talk and drink, but the conversation and the company was just what I needed.
We then ended up at the House of Blues and listened to a fantastic band serenade us all night. The atmosphere was great and watching her was doing some crazy shit to my brain and my soul. Shit had gotten twisted for many reasons, but the only one that matters would be the chocolate-eyed beauty that’s been in my dreams as of late.
I grabbed two waters out of the fridge and headed to the family room. My brother had a nice house that he didn’t take advantage of at all. Once you walked into the house, you came to the living room on the right and the dining room on the left that led into the kitchen. My brother pretty much stayed in the front of the house and upstairs in his bedroom when he was home and it’s been like that since MJ died. I mentioned the part of the house that I stay in, which is in the back of the house. However, there is a family room that you can get to from the kitchen. The family room has its own entrance to the patio that mirrors my room.
The family room has a large flat screen TV, suede black couch, and bar. It’s a mini man cave with sports memorabilia on the walls and hardwood floors to make the room manly but cozy at the same time.
MJ allowed my brother to decorate the space with the thought in mind that this would be their entertainment area and he would mostly be the one entertaining. He always had fight parties and super bowl parties here. This was the place to go on the weekends. As I said, however, that man no longer existed.
When I made it to the family room, Ayana wasn’t there. I walked out to the patio to a warm breeze, despite the eighty degrees it undoubtedly was. The brick patio I thought was also deserted, but as I turned toward the door to my room, she was there in the shadows, watching me.
I felt her eyes on me, desiring me through the darkness. I was becoming completely attached
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