Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) (14 page)

“Of course. You feel better?”

“I do.”

“Good. PJs and bed, babe.”

I walk out of the bathroom and throw on an old faded t-shirt and a soft, cotton pair of underwear. Troy walks out naked and slides on a pair of shorts from the bag he packed. We both climb into bed and lie facing one another.

“Thank you for everything lately and for forgiving me.”

“I wouldn’t have lasted long staying away from you. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t relive past mistakes,” he says and kisses my forehead.

“What happened?” I ask.

“When I started dating my last girlfriend, she told me she was single. Things were going great and then she started to…
change.
She became more distant and I found out she’d been seeing someone the entire time we were together, it wasn’t long that we dated, but it still crushed me. When I found out about David, that’s all I could think about.”

“You know I feel horrible about that. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest and up front with you from the beginning. I promise no matter what, I’ll always be honest with you.”

“I know. I trust you, Bridge.”

He wraps me in his arms and I get comfy, thinking of his words.
I know. I trust you.
I never knew something so simple could impact me so heavily, but hearing him say the words did just that. I trust him too, utterly and completely.

I don’t think we could have picked a better time to leave town. After finding the note David left for me at the condo, I’ve been on edge. Needless to say, I’m looking forward to some time alone with Troy and to just…unwind.

“How much longer ‘til we’re there?” I ask Troy.

“Not long, babe, maybe another thirty minutes. We might just make it in time to see the sun set,” he says pulling onto a dirt road.

The Jeep bounces about as we ascend the steep hill. Looking over the edge, it’s a steep incline, covered with thousands of trees. Normally, I would be nervous, but seeing as I’m with Troy, and he’s so confident behind the wheel, I’m not one bit scared.

“Do you come up here often?”

“Not anymore. Growing up, we spent a lot of time here as a family. There were many holidays and celebrations, but as the years passed, that has fizzled. I love it here and I think you will too.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m going to spend the weekend alone with you, of course I’m going to love it.”

“That’s the plan. You and me, baby. No distractions. We’ll go four-wheeling tomorrow and I have a little surprise for you, if you’re a good girl.”

“Troy, I hate surprises.”

“Well, I love them, so tough shit, Bridge.”

I begin to pout until I see a beautiful log home come into view. It’s on the top of the hill and all alone. “Is that it?” I ask.

“Yup, that’s her.”

“Wow, it’s gorgeous.”

“It is, huh?”

I can’t keep my eyes off of the beautiful home as we approach. It’s amazing – the windows are huge and it has an expansive deck wrapping around the entire front of the house. As we pull around the side, there is an attached two-car garage on the bottom of the house, and stairs leading to the deck. “Ready to head in?”

I nod my head and once the Jeep is in park I hop out and stretch my legs. It was a long drive and I feel stiff. “Are you ever gonna learn?” Troy asks, shaking his head and opening the back to take out our bags.

“I’m sore.”

“Oh, you’ll be sore after I’m done with you,” he retorts. I swat his ass, but miss when he moves out of the way and he catches my wrist, pinning it behind me. “God, you’re feisty today.” He nibbles on my ear and intertwines our fingers. “Come on, bad girl, let’s go watch the sunset.

As we approach the door, Troy slides the key in to unlock it and sets our bags down. “Hop on and I’ll give you the grand tour.” I climb onto his back clinging to him as he carries me inside. As soon as we enter our weekend retreat, I’m in love. I never want to leave this place. The interior matches the exterior and the outdoor surroundings flawlessly, not to mention how huge it is. Surprisingly, it’s modern and looks to have been recently renovated.

“Here you have the kitchen, with cool marble counter tops, which I plan to fuck you on later. This is the great room/dining room and we’ll do plenty of fucking in here too, especially in front of the fireplace. Upstairs is just a bunch of bedrooms, which we’ll get to know them all very well, but that sun looks enticing.”

My insides are on fire from his words. I’m probably hotter than the fireplace and the sun combined. As we exit the house and walk out onto the huge deck, the view from up here is even more spectacular than I imagined. The sun is gorgeous as it cascades down to the horizon, getting ready to set. Troy doesn’t set me down, and that, I like. Leaning into him, I breathe him in. His scent drives me absolutely mad. I think it’s one of the things that exudes confidence from him – that and many others. Troy is without a doubt one hundred percent real, confident, and sexy as fuck. Oh, and all mine.

Pressing my lips against his neck, I relish his scent as the sun quickly diminishes. Neither of us speaks and I enjoy that. It’s one of the things I enjoy most, when we’re just…together. No words or worries. I don’t have to stress about what he’s thinking or where the next moment will take us.

“Damn, it sets fast,” he says.

“It does, but it always comes back.”

“That’s one of the best things about the sun; it always comes back.”

“That’s true, it does. I promise I’ll always be your sun.”

“And I’ll be yours.”

With those words, for the first time in years, I feel secure. I truly believe Troy will never leave me. That’s been my biggest fear all along. My father left when I was two, and there have been countless people since then that I have had to say goodbye to – but not with Troy. Finally, he sets me down and I don’t waste another second threading my fingers into the wild strands of his hair.

He holds my face like he always does, kissing me so gently, while looking into my eyes. We hold one another’s expressions, but his is a bit unsure. It’s as if he’s reading into me, “Do you trust me?” he asks pulling away.

“With my life.”

“You’ll always be my sun?”

“Of course. Why would you ask that?”

He looks down at the ground and for the first time since I’ve met Troy, I see self-doubt. “Just trust me, okay?”

“You know I do.”

“I’ll never hurt you.”

“I know that. Troy, I have to be honest with you, you’re starting to scare me.”

“No, no. Please don’t be scared. This is a good thing, or at least I hope it will be.”

Looking up at him, I fully absorb his words. I trust him. Infinitely, I trust him and will continue to do so until he gives me a reason to feel otherwise.

Waking up the next morning it feels like I am in a dream. Honestly, I’m having a hard time telling the difference between what’s reality and what’s not. I love being in Troy’s arms; my back is to his front and we are tucked nicely under the plush, warm covers.

My eyes are closed, which I prefer, since I cannot see his face. Moving his large hand, Troy rubs my body, paying attention to all of the right places. “So perfect,” he whispers.

I smile, agreeing with his words more than he knows. This is perfect –
he
is perfect. Troy rocks his hips into me and his hard erection is ready. Moving his hand under the covers, he tweaks a nipple and then glides it the rest of the way down my body. When he reaches my thigh, he cups the inside of it, like he always does. Instinctively, I lift my leg and push my butt into him. Taking two fingers, he separates my wet slit and caresses me.

I moan with need as Troy starts to suck on my neck and a soft finger plunges into my aching pussy. His lips are so tender, yet urgent. He moves his mouth and hand in sync and it’s driving me absolutely mad. Although this feels amazing, I want more. Reaching back I clutch his velvety soft organ and begin pumping it. A low growl escapes his throat and he pulls his finger out of me. I take his cue and guide his rock-hard dick towards my opening. Troy holds my leg up and nudges himself inside of me. My body burns as he enters me. Moving slowly, he pulls himself in and out until he’s soaked and nestled deep in my wet core.

Then he lets go of my leg and I lower it. Tightly, he holds my body against his and I reach behind me, gripping his ass as he moves. Troy doesn’t speak and neither do I. This is by far the quietest either of us has been while having sex. The morning sun is crowning the sky and shining in all of the windows, casting bright and beautiful heat throughout the room. The window is cracked and I can faintly hear a few birds chirping. Inside the room, the only noise is our erratic breathing, quiet moans of contentment, and the sound of our skin slapping together as our bodies work as one.

Sliding my hand up Troy’s body, I knot my fingers into his hair and pull him to me, kissing him as my body builds close to climax. Troy grunts as we move and the moment his tongue enters my mouth, I lose it, letting go and allowing the ecstasy to take over. God, I enjoy this pleasure. He grabs a handful of one of my breasts, which only intensifies the feeling.

He pulls away from kissing me and grips me tighter than ever as he comes. I turn to watch him and realize this is probably the first time I’ve ever really focused on him when he’s come. He’s gorgeous, so handsome and sexy all at the same time. His eyes are tightly shut and his lip is tucked into his teeth. I love it when he does that. Each pull and push of his cock is flawless.

“So perfect,” he finally whispers.

Staring at Bridgette’s ass is such a fucking turn on. I can see her clearly through the window, as she’s bent over in the kitchen. We’re about to go four-wheeling, but seeing her like that has me so fucking tempted to say fuck it, and tie her up.
Focus, Troy.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and remind myself of what I have planned for this evening. It took everything I had to not do it when we got here last night, but we were tired after the drive. Plus, when I show her that side of me, I want it to be just right.

Walking inside I say, “Hey, baby,” and kiss her chastely, seizing her tiny, little body. “Are you ready to get going?”

“Yup, I think I have everything packed. Let me grab my sunglasses.”

She walks off and I snatch a blanket off the couch and carry our lunch outside. It’s a beautiful day, so I decided to take the top off the Jeep. As I pack everything in the back, I hear the door to the house close and see Bridge emerge.
God, she’s hot.
Today she’s wearing a little pair of jean shorts, with a black tank and some Nikes. She sees me staring at her and gives me a cocky half smile. She knows damn well what she’s doing.

“Wanna drive?” I ask her.

“Oh, hell no.”

“Come on, babe, I’ve been dreaming about you handling my Jeep climbing up the mountain all week.”

She scrunches her eyebrows and looks at me. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Won’t you make my fantasy come true?”

“Let me watch you take it up and maybe I’ll drive it down.”

“Fine. You can drive a clutch, right?”

“Come on, Troy, what do you think?”

“Okay, okay. Point taken. You can definitely handle a stick.”