Chapter 48

Bron awoke from an amazing deep sleep, she was debating whether to get up or not.  Then she heard her stomach growling.  I didn’t eat yesterday, no wonder I’m hungry.  She struggled for a minute to get her legs untangled from Kevin’s.  Crawling out of bed, she put her robe on and went to the kitchen. 

After two cups of coffee, she figured breakfast was in order.  As Bron was pulling stuff out of the refrigerator, the phone rang.  She jumped at it; she didn’t want him to be woken up by it.  It was Stevie and he wanted to talk to Kevin.

“Forget it, he’s sleeping and I’m not waking him up, he’s very tired.”  Bron said into the phone.

“Let me talk to Bounce?”  Bron asked Stevie.

Stevie sighed, “I can’t.”

“You can and you will,” Bron informed him.

“Bron,” was Stevie’s only reply.

“I won’t ask.  I promise.  It would break the harmony around here.” 

Bron looked at the phone slightly miffed as Stevie started to snicker on the other end.  “Okay, who did you talk to already?’ she asked.

“Mc,” Stevie giggled.

“How the hell would he know?  He wasn’t even back here last night.”  Her agitation increasing as she was yanking stuff out of the fridge.

“He stopped by your door this morning.  Cute note, by the way!”  Stevie told her.

“Oh shit!”  Bron spoke in to the phone, as she ran for the door, unlocked it and ripped the note off the door.

Stevie was still laughing, “Did you really write that?”

Bron smiled at the phone, “Yep.”

Stevie wasn’t going to let this go.  It had taken Bron too many months to get back to herself, at least part of herself.  He loved her and knew it would never work out between them but this was too important.  “Read it to me?” he asked her.

“No,” Bron giggled.

“Come on, Mc was laughing so hard, I only caught the first part,” Stevie chuckled.

Bron sighed realizing that if she didn’t Mc would.  Mc would be adding to it just for his own amusement.  “Okay fine, I wrote, Kaylin’s in the house, don’t even think about knockin’, cuz Kev’s world is rockin’,” and she giggled.

Stevie went hysterical with laugher, “You’re so blunt.”

Bron laughed, “That’s what he said.”

Stevie paused, not sure how Bron would handle it, “It’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back, but different too.  I’m  working on it.  Can I talk to her please?”  Bron said quietly.

“Yeah, make it short, she’s getting ready for school.”  Stevie smiled to Bounce.

They talked for fifteen minutes chatting about school and her new friends.  All the new things she had been doing and what fun it was.  Bron could tell that Stevie had practiced with Bounce on what she actually could and couldn’t tell her mom.  Stevie hated doing it, but at this point there were no other choices.  Mc and Kevin were insistent that Bron not know where Bounce was.  They said their I love you’s and Stevie came back on the phone.

“You’re not going to cry on me are you?” he asked.  Hoping Bron could hold it together for just a couple more days.

“No,” she replied with a sniffle.

“Bron, come on hang in there, it won’t be much longer.  Webster is helping now.”  Stevie tried to reassure her.

“I know that’s what I’m afraid of.”  Bron sighed as she looked towards the open bedroom door.

“Oh, fallen have we?” he asked with no emotion, as he stared at the phone. 

Bron didn’t know what to say but the truth, “No, fell and hit hard.”

Stevie knew what was going on, but this entire situation needed time and healing.  “It will be fine,” he told her.

Bron pondered for a moment and then talked, “So you think.  He’ll move on and I can get back to normal.”

“Maybe, maybe not.”  Stevie answered her.  “Hey, when did you put that note on the door?” he chuckled.

Bron started to laugh thinking of last night, “You don’t want to know.”

“Tell me,” Stevie whined into the receiver.

Bron grinned, “You asked for it.  Right before the strawberries, champagne, and I sucked...”

“STOP!”  Stevie yelled.  “I don’t want to know anymore.  God what picture to leave me with.  What the hell has Richardson done to you,” he groaned.

Bron laughed, “I’m sorry, I love you.”

Stevie snickered knowing how to get a rise out of Bron, “Tell you’re Master to call me when he gets up.”

Stevie heard “Very funny,” and she hung up on him.

Bron started frying bacon in a pan and made more coffee.  Once the bacon was almost done she started the rest of breakfast.  “I’m starving,” she said aloud.

“BRON!” Kevin bellowed and she jumped, startled by the loudness.

Bron shook her head, why does yell so much, “What?”

“Come back to bed,” he said with less volume, from the bedroom.

Bron stood there a minute and looked at the door, “No I’m hungry.”

“So am I,” she heard him chuckle.

Bron rolled her eyes.  Great it’s going to be one of those days, she thought.  She refused to answer him knowing where the conversation was going.

Kevin lay there waiting for her response, hmmm, not going to get one.  “What did you make?”

“Bacon and eggs,” she answered him.

Kevin smiled, “Bring me my breakfast in my bed.”

Bron began laughing, “Yeah right you’ve got legs, get your ass up and get it yourself.”

Kevin had already slipped his jeans on, knowing that wouldn’t happen in his life time unless it was her idea.  He strolled out of the bedroom.  “And just think I was so sweet to you last night,” he smirked at her.

“Kiss my ass,” was Bron reply to his comment.

“Love to,” he grinned at her.

Bron sighed, “Shut up and eat your breakfast.”

Kevin walked behind her, poured a cup of coffee and came to sit next to her on the stool.  “I’m not hungry,” he smiled as he draped an arm around her shoulders.

“You just said you were,” as she continued to read the paper, eat, and ignore him.

“Not for breakfast,” he answered her.

Bron’s head snapped up from the newspaper and she glared at him. 

Kevin smiled, “Oh my virgin is back.”  His smile grew wider as he watched her get even angrier with him.  “My little virgin.  I would say I missed you last night but I didn’t.” as he chuckled and pointed to his shoulder and then kissed her cheek.

“Leave me alone,” Bron yelled at him.

“Okay, till you’re done eating.”  He laughed.

He watched her go back to her paper as he ate and she ignored him.  When he was finished, he stood up and kissed her cheek again, “Thank You.”  Kevin placed the dirty dishes in the sink.  Pouring another cup of coffee, he stood behind her sipping it and leaning back on the other counter.  His eyes traveled from her feet all the way up her legs and stopped at the hem of her bathrobe.  Damn I have to get her a longer robe he smiled inwardly noticing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  That one doesn’t cover much.

Bron felt him staring at her and it was bugging her.  She thought about yelling at him, but she knew at this point it wouldn’t do any good.  This will work as she smiled at the paper.  Bron brushed the knife that was next to her and it clattered to the floor as she turned the page.

Bron casually got off the stool, bent sideways, picked the knife up, and placed it on the counter next to her.  She heard him suck in his breath and she grinned.  You want to bug me, then I will tease you.

“Are you done eating yet?” came from behind her.

“No, I’m making more toast,” as she popped bread in the toaster.

Nothing else was said and the toasted popped breaking the silence.  Bron was still standing as she went up on her toes and grabbed the toast.  She heard him mutter to himself and she smiled again.  Grabbing the toast and the knife she slowly glided the knife back and forth over the toast.  She was barely able to contain her laughter.  The movements she was doing with her hands had nothing to do with buttering toast.

Kevin was still leaning on the countertop watching her.  Get a grip she’s buttering toast.  This can’t be happening, as he looked down at the crotch of his jeans.  Toast is not a turn on he said to himself.  He felt his thighs and other parts tighten even more as she licked the knife with the tip of her tongue.

Bron heard the coffee cup being set down behind her.  Ha Ha!  Now you’re gonna have to ask.  Let’s see how fast the cookie crumbles she laughed in her head.

Kevin stepped up behind her and placed a knee between her legs.  Wrapping his arms around her he squeezed her, as he rested his chin on top of her head.  “Got something you want to ask me Bron?”

“Yes Kev, here fill this,” as she never picked her head up and handed him her coffee cup.

Kevin grabbed the cup, hastily filled it and set it in front of her.  I’m gonna fill something and it isn’t going to be your damn cup either, he thought internally.

“Anything else you want to ask me?” he asked.  Slowly he leaned onto her so that their entire bodies touched.

Whoa, that’s got to hurt Kev, she said to herself.  She could feel his arousal pressing into her back.  “No, but thank you.”  She said to the paper, never picking her head up.

“Are you sure Bron?” he said getting frustrated with her refusal to do what he wanted.  Kevin pushed her into the countertop with his hips.  He brought his hands around to settle on top of hers, pinning her to her spot.

“I’m sure Kevin,” she answered with merriment.  You want it, you ask, no she thought, you can beg, she mused.

Kevin softly started kissing and licking her neck.  Okay you don’t want to give in; I’ll put you to the point of no choice.  “You taste good,” he whispered.

Bron began to feel the warmth building in her body and her heart started to race as he continued.  It’s those damn kisses she thought.  Hold it together Bron as the heat and desire were coming on harder and faster.  “Well,” she said as she pulled her hand out from under his.  Bron reached back and squeezed his butt.  “If I think of anything, I’ll let you know.”  She was losing control quickly and she didn’t want to lose to him.

“You’re teasing me again,” he growled in her ear, as he brought her hand back around front.

“No,” she answered thanking him inside her head for temporarily stopping.

“I want you to ask,” he said with a tinge of anger.

“I’m not asking.  You want to.  You ask.”  She answered him coldly.

“No.” he raised his voice.  This entire situation had turned into another one of her games and the games were going to stop.

Bron paused, “They’re your rules, not mine.”

“Rules aren’t for me, I’ve already grown up.”  He snapped at her, as he brought his other leg between her knees.  Kevin pushed her into the countertop again roughly.  I’m not playing your games Bron he said to himself.  He leaned down and over, basically forcing her to do the some with his body weight and began kissing her neck again.  The idea of taking right here leaning on the counter was becoming more enticing by the second.  The blood was pulsating through his veins and his heart was beating wildly.  His hand came to the back of the bathrobe as he began to hitch the fabric up.

“Morning,” rang through the suite.  “Oh shit, we’re sorry.”  Mary and A.J. grinned.

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