Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) (23 page)

I watch her body change as everything within her begins to relax. She’s enjoying this. Letting my palm rest on her clit, I quickly find her G-spot. I know it’s risky to play with the G in public, but that makes the whole experience that much more fun.
Bingo.
I’ve found it and can tell right away. She reaches for me. Needing to hold on to something. I welcome her touch and wish we were alone, and naked, and didn’t have to be quiet.

However this is about Bridge, not me. She starts to whimper and I cover her mouth, stopping my movements. She looks at me and closes her eyes when I start to move again. Each movement is pushing her there. I remove my hand and take her mouth with mine. I know how loud she is when she comes and she’s close. I kiss her like I love, controlling and invading. Matching my hand and tongue. She keeps her sounds quiet and I know it’s not an easy thing to do.

Taking her hand, she reaches over for me. Her touch causes me to stop. I bite down on her lip and look into her eyes. Although it’s dark, we can see each other perfectly. She moves her hand insistently over my erection and I want more. Taking my free hand, I unbutton my pants. She helps me unzip them and then snakes her hand inside, clenching my hard member.

Her touch is so invigorating, it makes me stop kissing her. With my hand still inside of her pussy she takes over the pleasure and leans in sucking on my neck. God, this feels so good, almost too good. I don’t want to come in my pants so I rest my hand on hers and whisper in her ear, “This is for you, baby.”

As I begin my movements, she loosens her grip but cups my balls. Gently she massages them and I like this. I work hard pleasing her and it’s not long until I’m quickly rewarded by her orgasm. She wraps her hand around my thigh, holding on tight. Trembles move through her, nothing like normal, tiny shakes and when she lets go I think of how good it will feel to fuck her later. To fill her tight cunt with my cock, balls deep, and make her take me rough and hard.

Her next movements catch me off guard. She pulls my hand out of her pants and leans down, removing my shaft and wrapping her tight lips around me. A hiss escapes me when she glides her teeth down. She swirls her tongue and moves with urgency. I know she wants this, just like I wanted to give it to her.

My body begins to spasm and I know this is gonna feel so good. Taking my hand, I weave my fingers into her hair and meet her mouth by gently thrusting my hips. I look around to make sure no one is watching and then let go. Fuck, it feels amazing to come in her mouth. She keeps a firm grip on the base of my cock and milks out every last drop of cum.

Finally, she stops and sits up. I lean into her and she whispers, “Thank you,” into my ear. I smirk at her. I should be the one thanking her.

“Are you really not going to tell me where we are going for my birthday?”

I shake my head, lying on Bridgette’s bed as she packs for our impending trip. She squats in front of me, taking my attention away from my phone. I’m trying to research what we are going to do while in Napa. Pulling her shirt down she begins to tweak her own nipple. I grab her wrist stopping her as I feel my blood boil. I think most guys are into that, but
not
me, definitely not me. “That’s my job,” I snarl.

“Then do it,” she says.

“No, not now. I’m busy and you pissed me off. Don’t even think that’s going to get me to tell you where we’re going.”

She stands and I smack her ass hard, a popping noise echoes through the room and I love the sting in my hand.

“Carry on,” I say.

“You so need to be tied up.”

“Never gonna happen, babe.”

She storms into her closet and starts throwing out clothes. “Hey, what are you doing?” I ask.

“Packing,” she yells.

I guess I did push her buttons. I lay there and let the clothes cover me. She’ll get ‘em off of me. “So what do you want to do on our trip?”

“Well, if I knew where we were going then I could tell ya, couldn’t I?”

I decide to mess with her again. It’s been fun fucking with her lately. “I told you we’re going to Vegas, babe, so don’t forget to pack your wedding dress.”

“Troy!” she yells in the way only she can.

“Yeah, babe?”

“God, you’re driving me nuts.”

“Touché.”

Her phone rings and she comes out of the closet grabbing it off the bed. I see it’s Alexa calling, right on cue. We decided to really surprise her. She’s calling to say goodbye and see if she needs anything before we leave. Little does Bridgette know, Alexa is joining us with Vincent, as well as Cara and Abel.

A text chimes in on my phone from Vincent.
I’m sending a car to pick you both up in the morning. Are you going to be at Bridgette’s?

Jesus, he really doesn’t need to do that.
Yeah, we’re here, but you really don’t need to do that.

It’s already done. See you at the airport.

Bridgette walks back into the room with tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?” I ask.

“Oh, it’s just my sappy ass sister. I’m going to miss her. I always see her on my birthday; this will be the first I won’t.”

“I’m sorry, Bridge. I promise the trip will be worth it.”

She gives me a small smile and starts to fold her clothes. “Hey, we agreed. No stressing on this trip and getting upset. That includes crying.”

“But the trip hasn’t started.”

“Well, our vacation has. I’ll be right back.”

I sit up and remove the clothes she threw about. I can’t wait any longer to give her, her birthday present. I’ve had it for what feels like months, even though it’s barely been a week. I run out to my car and grab the bag from my back seat.

I might as well bring my suitcase in since Vince is sending us a car and all. When I walk back in she’s in the kitchen filling up her water bottle. She turns to me and I hold the gift out to her. “What’s this for?” she asks.

“Your birthday.”

“My birthday isn’t for two days.”

“I know, but I can’t wait any longer. Open it, I promise you’ll love it.”

She takes the bag from me, setting her water down and removes the card first. I didn’t really know what to write in it, so it’s only a few lines, but I wanted her to know how much she means to me. She reads it and wraps her arms around my neck hugging me and then kissing me hard on the lips. I hold her tiny hips and look into those green eyes.

“Open your present; I don’t want to wait another minute.”

She lets go of me, looking into the bag and removing the tissue paper. I keep my arms around her and look over her shoulder. Pulling out the sleek Apple box, she turns to me. “No way, Troy.”

“Yes way, babe.”

She shakes her head clutching the iPad to her chest. “But why?”

“’Cause you needed one of those reading thingies.” I can barely keep a straight face as I say the words.

“Okay, that has to be a joke. I can buy books. This costs too much, and the trip too.”

“You can buy books on here too. Don’t worry about the money, just enjoy it. Plus, there’s another gift in there that I promise you’re going to love even more.”

She sets down the iPad and reaches into the bag, pulling out the matte black case with the popping silver autograph on it. She looks at it and smiles. “Thanks, baby.”

“Of course. Flip it over.”

Immediately she does and her breathing skips a beat. She stares at it stunned. “Is…? Wait… How…? No way!”

“Yup, it’s L. Sidon’s signature.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“No, I’m not, babe. I promise, I waited in a long ass line for her to sign it.”

“Motherfucker, Troy! What did she say? Was she nice? Did you ask her when her next book is coming out?”

I can’t help but laugh at her. “Errr, no. I just asked her to sign this for my girlfriend, Bridgette. She did and I said ‘Thanks.’”

“Uhhh, Troy,” she whines whacking me with the case. “How could you let an opportunity like that go to waste?”

“I’m sorry, babe. I was just excited to get the case signed.”

“Haven’t you heard it’s been rumored that she’s done writing? I can’t lose her, she’s my favorite author. Without her stories I’m going to be so bored. She also has an unfinished series I’m itching to get my hands on. The next book in it is supposed to be BDSM.”

No way is that normal looking chic into BDSM. “Well, fuck, why didn’t you tell me all of this sooner?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hey, don’t be down. At least now you can stalk her via social media any time of day. This bad boy has built in 4G so you can go online wherever you are.”

“God, Troy, this is truly the best gift ever. Thank you so much.”

“Of course. Now let’s finish packing, we have an early morning flight.”

Our bags are loaded in the trunk and the feeling of leaving town with Bridgette is amazing. She’s sleepily wrapped in my arms on the drive to the airport and I’m grateful that Vincent sent this car. The further away we get, the more I feel her relax. Her breathing is calm and even; she’s almost a different version of herself. Lighter. Freer.

“Are you getting excited?” She nods her head. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah, I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“I’m sorry, I promise you can rest as much as you want on this trip. It’s just me and you, so whatever you want to do is fine with me.”

I know the minute she sees the girls she’ll perk right up. She’s gonna be so shocked. “When are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“When we check in at the gate.”

“Can I guess?”

“Sure,” I say resting my cheek on top of her hair.

“Vegas?”

I falter for a second and figure I better stop messing with her. “No.”

She turns in my hold and looks at me “Really? We’re not getting married?”

I smile at how cute she is, so small and sleepy in my arms. “No, not yet, babe.”

Leaning up, she kisses me and then leans back against my chest.

“New York?”

“Nope.”

“Mexico?”

“Nuh-uh. But that’s a great idea.” The limo comes to a stop and the driver gets out. “No more guessing, we’re here.” She sits up and reaches for the door. “Will you wait a minute and let the man do his job?”

“I’m excited and he’s slow.”

I know what’s taking so long. I love watching Bridge fidget and pick at her nails. Then the door flies open and Cara and Alexa yell, “Surprise!” I get a good look at her face and the expression is priceless. Vincent did a flawless job coordinating all of the cars’ arrivals together for this moment to be perfect. Bridgette slaps her hand over her mouth and looks at me. The girls pull her out of the car and I exit right behind her.

As the three of them are squealing like children in an amusement park, I head to the guys. “What up?” Abel says.

“Hey, douche,” I respond and we both laugh.

“Vincent, this is great, man. Thank you.”

“Of course. I’ll do anything for those girls. Look at how happy they are.”

Our driver sets our luggage down, then we head inside to check in. “Baby, did you do all of this by yourself?” Bridgette asks.

“Nope, I had a lot of help. You’ve got some really great people who care a lot about you. We all pulled together to get it done.”

“I can’t even believe it.”

“Well, believe it, babe.” This is how
our
life’s gonna be. This is our life, and every day is what we make of it. I know each day is a gift and you better believe I’m going to make the most of every moment I get with Bridge.