by S. K. Lessly
Ana pushed me back gently and climbed on top of me, not before she lifted her sweet ass and made my cock disappear in her pussy nice and slow. I moaned my satisfaction at feeling the best sensation I have ever felt in my life.
She moved up and down, slowly grinding her hips as she came down my shaft. I gripped her hips tight, wanting her to go faster, but not wanting this feeling to end. I knew she was going to have to leave me, but I didn’t want to let her go. I felt like the moment she left my hotel room, I would never see her again. I sat up and we were eye-to-eye, meeting each other stroke for stroke.
I didn’t move my eyes from hers and she didn’t move her eyes from mine.
I watched her for the fourth time tonight explode with pure ecstasy and it floored me how much she gave herself to me willingly, without question.
“Oh, yes, Bradley! Mmmm,” she purred in one of the sexiest voice that I’ve heard her use.
“Yesss, baby… Oh fuck.” I moved faster, pumping into her harder, watching her bounce on my lap.
I moved her up and off of me. “Turn around,” I said to her.
She moved quickly and as I moved to my knees, she got on her hands and knees and I sated myself in her thirsty walls. She started moving back on me, popping her ass for me and I lost my damn mind.
“Fuck yes, baby. Just like that. I love your fucking ass, baby. Do you hear me?” I said to her, smacking her ass, “Shit, come on, baby. Harder. Faster,”
She started moving faster on me, putting her ass in the air and planting her face on the bed. I didn’t want her far from me, so I pulled her back against me, reached in front and began playing with her clit.
“Shit, Bradley.” She clutched the back of my neck tight. “Oh, baby, I’m coming. Ohhhh!”
“Uh-huh, baby. Give me this pussy, baby. Just the way I fucking love it.”
I wanted more.
I pushed her down on her stomach and I bent her right leg, giving me complete access to her g-spot and I ripped into her so thoroughly she laid there for another forty-five minutes before I felt her kiss me on my lips and whisper she loved me.
“I’ll see you back here in less than twenty-four hours,” I told her.
“Less than twenty-four hours,” she replied to me.
Again, the feeling that I would never see her again fell in my mind. I tried to ignore it, but it was burning, filling my mind with doubt. I rolled over and grabbed my phone. I saw it was three in the morning, but I didn’t care. I texted my brother, “No matter what’s going on, the moment you find out what she’s up to, you tell me.”
I didn’t have to wait very long for his reply. He just said simply, “Okay.”
So when her deadline came and went, I just sighed deeply and came to the conclusion that this shit wasn’t going to happen for me. I wasn’t angry at all. In fact, I’ve been trying to prepare myself for the disappointment. Something told me she wasn’t going to show. I don’t know why she didn’t and quite frankly, I didn’t give a shit. Bottom line, she wasn’t there. It was 7:00 in the evening, exactly forty-eight hours from her asking me to give her a chance, and she was not there.
By 9:00, I was packed and ready to check out. I didn’t have a clue where I was going. Maybe to another hotel. I couldn’t begin to tell you, but I was leaving here.
There was a knock on my door, and I stared at it for a minute. I knew though that it wasn’t her, but I didn’t have a clue who it could be. Besides me sending a text to my brother telling him where I was staying, and Ayana, no one else knew where I was.
They knocked again, and I heard Nora say from beyond the door, “Brad, please let me in.”
I took a few deep breaths and thought about leaving her ass out there.
“Please, Brad?”
I sighed again and moved to the door. When I opened it, she flung herself into my arms crying in my chest. “Oh, Brad.”
I closed the door behind her and locked it with her wrapped around me.
I didn’t put my arms around her. Instead, I moved her back away from me. Frowning, I asked her, “How the hell did you find me?”
I looked in her moist eyes and wondered if she was really crying. All the years I’ve known her, she’s never shown this type of emotion to me at all. Even when I proposed to her, the tears were fake.
I walked away from her and moved deeper into my room as she followed.
“What do you want, Nora?” I asked her
She wiped at her eyes and the dramatics continued. “Brad, please. I just want to talk, okay?”
I sighed deeply and sat down on the bed. “There’s nothing to say. I’ve said everything I wanted to say before I left Houston, when we spoke on the phone and again at my brother’s place. For the life of me, I don’t know why you’re here.”
Nora flared her arms out. “Damn it, Braddock. I don’t understand any of this. How can you just end everything so easily? I’ve given you five years of my life, and for you to let me go so easy? Didn’t I mean anything to you?”
I sighed deeply and leaned forward. This was going to end right here and now. The patience I bragged about having an abundance of was gone. The way I was feeling right now I didn’t give a shit how I was about to sound to her or how much what I was going to say would hurt her. No more mister nice guy.
“Do you remember over six months ago, about two days after I asked you to marry me? I came home from one of the worst nights I’ve experienced. I’d been on my feet for eighteen hours and I came home to you. I wanted us just to spend some time together. I was trying to make something out of our relationship that I knew deep down wasn’t there.” I waited for a response but she only just sat in the chair in front of the desk. “So I came in the door and asked that we order in, Chinese food or pizza, I didn’t care which, and we talk. I wanted to talk about us. I wanted to talk about the shit that was going in my head. I wanted to talk to my fiancée, the woman I was planning to spend the rest of my life with. Now, do you remember what you said to me when I asked you to spend time with me?”
“Braddock…” Nora shook her head and let out her breath.
“Come on, Nora. Tell me what you said to your fiancé, who you knew for a fact had been gone for hours working nonstop and all he wanted to do was spend time with you for just a night.” She remained quiet so I helped her out. “You told me, ‘Brenda only turns thirty once in her lifetime and she’s expecting us.’ You told me that I’d been gone for eighteen hours and that I should be thinking about what you wanted to do instead of what I wanted. I tried so many times that night to talk to you about what was going on in my life. That’s all I needed you to do was listen to me, be there for me and you frowned at me and told me I was being ridiculous. I’m sure you also remember that you didn’t speak to me for a week because I decided to go to sleep instead of your friend’s party.”
“Brad-”
I shook my head. “There were many of nights like that, when I needed you, and you weren’t there. And I don’t mean you turning my phone off so I could sleep when I was tired or you leaving the house so I could study. I mean, you being there, Nora. You don’t have a fucking clue how many times I just wanted to be with you, even if it was for just a little while. I wanted to feel a bit of normalcy from chaos and you were too wrapped up in your shit…”
Nora, turning red in the face moved closer to me. “If you were so miserable, Brad, then why did you propose, huh? Why didn’t you have the balls to walk out?”
“Honestly, do you want to know why I asked you to marry me? Because I thought I owed it to you to give you a chance, to give us a chance. I thought you would change back and be the woman I fell for. But I learned you were only pretending to be that woman. You know, the loving and caring woman who believed in ‘you and me against the world.’ You don’t even love me, Nora. To you, getting married is something that you just do, and I can’t get with that.”
Nora shook her head. “Braddock, you have this misconceived notion about marriage. Marriage is supposed to be a union
between two people with similar goals. You want to be a doctor, a surgeon. As your wife, I’m supposed to understand you and help you with those goals. I take care of the house. I sacrifice my body, my life to give you some kids. I make sure you don’t have to deal with mindless stresses in your life. It’s my job to take care of you and make sure our house is a well-oiled machine. So if that means I have to force you to be social because if I don’t, your job will consume you, then that’s what I’ll do.”
My mind was spinning as she kept talking bullshit. I stood quickly, rage choking me, and hurled the hotel phone close to her across the room. It shattered against the wall the same time I yelled, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Nora stopped abruptly and stared at me, fear consuming her face.
I walked away from her and to the window of the room. “Your mother has messed you up, do you know that?” I said, not turning around. “First, whatever your mother does for your father might be okay with your father, but, Nora, I’m not your father and you’re not your mother. I don’t need a woman like that. Shit, don’t you know me at all?”
I turned from the window, stared in her eyes, and realized she didn’t have a clue who I was. It was time for me to change that.
I took deep breath and said, as calm as I could, “You and I would have never worked. I don’t need a robot for a wife who does shit because she thinks it’s what I need. I want someone to be by my side. Someone that just knows what I want before I could tell her. If I have a bad day, she would know it the instant I walked in the door. She could hear it in my voice or see it on my face. She’d ask me, she’d open up her mouth and ask me how my night was, or if I was hungry or hell if I wanted a damn massage. She wouldn’t stop speaking to me because I needed to lie down for a while instead of going with her to a party or go with her to her parents’ for Sunday dinner with her entire family.”
Nora stood and walked toward me. “I’m sorry, Brad, okay? You’re right; my mom and dad are different from us… But that’s all I know. My mom does everything for my father and he’s okay with it all. He didn’t mind having less stress on things at home since he was so stressed at work. God, Brad that’s all I was doing, looking out for you. If that’s not what you want, then fine… I’ll stop. All you had to do was tell me, and I would have stopped, but you never did.”
I frowned and shook my head. “That’s bullshit and you know it. I’ve told you countless times what I like and what I don’t. I’ve never had that problem with you. But shit you never listened. Hell, you’re not listening now. The woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with should know me inside and out. Knows when I just need her and nothing and no one else. Can you honestly say you know me?”
“Can you honestly say you gave me a chance to? Braddock, no matter what you say, I’ve been living in the shadows of your great love, Ayana Peters, ever since we met. You’ve put standards on me that, no matter what I do, I won’t be able to live up to them. I’m not her. I will never be her. Brad, just look back at your life and how disruptive she was. I feel like it’s a good thing I’m not her. If she was so great and you meant that much to her, wouldn’t she be here right now instead of me? Isn’t her forty-eight hours up?”
I didn’t reply and she continued.
“You want some woman that can read your mind. Well I can’t.” A sudden burst of laughter escaped her lips. “And think about the role models you have for marriage. Your father left your mother for someone younger. You can’t stand his new wife or your half siblings. And your mom has been chasing happily ever after since then. You may talk about my parents and their marriage, but they’ve been married for twenty-three years. What they have works. It may not be perfect, but it works for them.” She moved closer to me. “You and I can have that if you just give me a chance. We can make this work. Seriously, Brad. I will promise to not try and live your life for you. Okay? I’ll let you dictate what you want me to handle or deal with for you. But just don’t throw all we have away.”
Does she have a point? Am I being ridiculous picking Ayana over Nora? I took a few deep breaths and looked at her. Maybe she was right. Maybe I self-consciously compared her to Ayana every day, which was unfair. They are two different people and I know that. Nora will never be Ayana, but the question is who do I want and what do I want?
To be quite honest, I had already made up my mind the moment Ayana didn’t show up. I was about to tell Nora what that was when my phone went off. I moved to answer it, and when I saw Ayana’s face on the screen, I started not to. She was too late, and I needed to stick to what I’ve told myself, no matter what. Instead of ignoring her, I decided to answer it and listened, preparing myself for the excuses. What I got instead was a weak voice that barely sounded human, much less like Ayana.
“Bradley… God, I’m so worr… Um, I was so worriee…Are you kay?” she said, sounding breathy and labored slightly.
“Am I what?” I replied, trying to understand her through her slurred speech.
“Did they hurt… Are you okay?”
I sighed. “Yeah, Ayana, I’m fine. Is that all you wanted? If so, I’m hanging up now.”
I heard her start to whimper softly, something I had never heard before or seen her do. “Bradley,” she whispered. “Please I… um… I need… you… please.” She started coughing and I started to get that feeling again that something wasn’t right with her.
“What’s wrong, Ayana?” I asked, not hiding my annoyance.
“I… dunno… I think he gave me something… I dunno. I tried to get rid of it… I tried…” She started to cry and blabber on about things I couldn’t understand.
I needed her to focus and I wasn’t helping with the tone in my voice. I tried something else. “Baby, tell me where you are?”
“Oh, Bradley… Puh-lease forgive me… Puh-lease…. I do… anything… just…,” she drawled out, crying again more out of frustration than anything.
“Okay, baby,” I stressed softly to her. “Yes, Ana, I forgive you. Can you tell me where you are, baby? You said you needed me. Let me help you. Tell me where you are.”
Something in her voice changed and alarm bells started ringing in my head. She started to speak slower, voice deadpan. “I don’t know where… um, in a hotel I think. Please, can you come and get me? Lock is going to kill me. He told me not to leave, but my brother… he just wanted to say goodbye. Oh, God I don’t… Aghhhhhhhh,” she said in frustration no doubt. Then I instantly heard silence. I called her name a few times until I heard a beep in my ear. The phone call dropped. I tried to call her back several times and she didn’t pick up.
“Fuck!”
Someone started banging on my door, and I heard my brother’s voice. Nora went to answer it and I heard her say, “Holy shit.”
I looked up to see my brother walk in, giving Nora one of his signature hard looks as he passed her.
I had a signature pissed off look myself, and I returned Lock’s hard stare with one of my own and said, as I moved to him, “I just got a weird call from Ayana. What’s going on?”
Lock’s eyes widened, “Shit, she called you? I thought I would find her here again. What did she say? Did she tell you where she was?”
“No, but she sounded scared and high. Are you going to tell me what’s going on? You said you were going to explain everything. So tell me now what happened, and where the hell is Ayana?”
Lock pulled out his phone and made a call. “Hold on, bro.” When someone picked up, he said, “Hey, she’s not here, but my brother said he just got a call from her. Yeah, here’s his number.” He rattled off my number. “Trace the last incoming call and see where it came from. Yeah, check all surrounding areas… Okay, and did you get anything from Derek or Noelle?” He listened and looked at Nora. “No, but the moment you get a hit, call me back.”
“Lock-” I started but my brother held up his hand.
“Listen, Brad, I know you want answers, and I swear you will get them. But right now I need to ask Nora some
questions.”
Her eyes went wide. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. Tell me everything you know about Special Agent Ramone Allen. What did you talk about the first time he called you?”
Chapter 11 - Ayana
As I left Brad’s room, after having one of the best sexual encounters of my life, and climbed into the elevator, I couldn’t stop smiling. Hearing a sense of yearning and hunger in his voice, I knew I wouldn’t deny him. There was no way I would tell him, “I was just in a fire fight between your brother and some bad people, so your brother has me on lock down and I don’t think I could get away.”
Instead, I told him I would be there and I figured out a way to get there. It was rough. Lock’s men are really good. But what Lock didn’t know was that Ice had a door leading from the back of his large back room freezer to the alley.
Ice has a fear of being locked in the freezer and no one would be able to help him or hear him, and he would freeze to death. His paranoia worked in my favor. I just had to get past the officer Lock had sitting on the alley. But that was easy. He wasn’t like Sol, big as a fucking house and scary, or Derek and Scott. They must have found this guy wandering the streets because he was too busy talking to some girl on the corner to notice me slipping out of the alley and walking down the street.
I moved to the Target on the same road as the bar and grille and called a cab. I made it to Bradley as soon as I could and the moment I saw his face, the moment he touched me, everything was so worth it. Bradley is as gifted at kissing and making me lose my mind more than anyone. And I know I’ve said he’s been my one and only, but that was a partial truth. I’ve kissed other men before, but none of them ever made me want to give myself the way I want to for Brad. No one has ever made me wet with a desire so strong I thought I would lose my mind. And no one has ever just kissed me or touched me and I felt I would die if they stopped.
That’s what he does to me. That’s how I’ve felt every moment that we’re together. I can’t explain it any other way but that, and I don’t want to spend another second without being in his arms.