Once back at the hotel A.J. insisted
everything be put in his suite, he didn’t want his
surprise ruined. Bron walked to the door and Carlos
unlocked it then walked away. Bron walked in and
saw Kevin sleeping on the couch. She stepped out
of her boots and glanced at him. That’s weird as
she glanced at him, they both had white t-shirts on
and old jeans. Why didn’t I notice that before.
Kevin laid there with one leg bent leaning on the
back of the couch and one leg bent on the cushions
his one arm behind his head and one on his chest.
“Well Kev, I’m tired too,” she whispered
as he crawled between his legs and placed her head
on his chest. Bron yawned and closed her eyes, sleep
came quickly to her.
After a while, Kevin started to shift
but couldn’t he felt weight on his lower body. His
eyes fluttered open and he saw the top of her head
on his chest. She was holding his hand with one of
hers to her cheek and sound asleep on her side. “Mmm,”
he mumbled as he brought his hand from behind his
head and rested it on her shoulder. Slowly he wrapped
his leg over her body. Following a deep sigh and
the fleeting thought of mine, he fell back to sleep.
Nick walked down to Kevin’s suite
to give Bron her robes. Quietly he knocked on the
door and no one answered. Turning the knob, it was
unlocked and he pushed the door open. Nick saw the
two of them sound asleep on the couch, tangled around
each other. They’re both happy he thought. Nick
couldn’t think of the last time he had actually saw
Kevin that relaxed even in sleep.
Brian came up behind Nick and started
to speak. “Shhh,” Nick said and pointed into the
suite. Brian glanced and then quickly left heading
for his room. When he returned he had his camera.
Nick looked at him, “No.”
Brian smiled, “Why not?”
Nick shook his head, “It’s private.
He’ll be pissed, you know how he is.”
Brian smiled, “It’s special and he’ll
love it.” Brian took his picture and they both left
to go back to their own rooms, after locking and shutting
After a few hours, Bron heard him
calling her but she was still so tired. “Hey baby,”
she heard. Bron felt a gentle rubbing on her back,
“Hmm,” she mumbled.
“Come on darlin, time to get up,”
as his voice rang through her body.
Bron tried to roll but she was trapped
between his legs, until he let go. “No,” she grumbled.
“Come on Bron,” she heard again.
Bron rolled and climbed up his body. Placing her
head on his shoulder, she whispered into his neck,
“No, time to get up,” he said.
“Ohhh,” Bron groaned.
“Come on. We have to pack up to
leave early tomorrow morning, and get ready for the
show,” he spoke
Bron grumbled again and yawned.
“Can I just go home?” she whined.
Bron felt Kevin’s body tense at her
request. “No, I want you with me,” Kevin answered
“Why?” she asked.
Kevin sighed and thought here we
go again, “Because I love you.”
“Okay,” she spoke as she pulled herself
up off of him and walked to the kitchen. Bron was
half awake as she made a pot of coffee.
Kevin lay there thinking that was
a move in the right direction. She didn’t even pitch
a fit about it.
Bron watched the pot and when it
finished brewing she poured two cups. She set one
on the counter figuring if I have to get up so do
you. Kevin rolled off the couch and went to the cup.
They silently stood their drinking their coffee.
Two cups later they began to feel awake. Without
a word exchanged between them, Kevin headed for the
bedroom and Bron followed.
By the time most of the packing was
finished Kevin became aware of Bron’s growing agitation.
The more she packed the more agitated she became.
Bron was getting upset and angry,
but couldn’t figure out why. “I don’t like this shit,”
she finally yelled at him.
Kevin looked at her, “I know it’s
a pain, but it’s part of it,” he reassured her. “Don’t
forget to leave clothes out for tonight and tomorrow.”
Kevin watched her bring her palms
up and cover her eyes, “I just packed everything.
Dammit!” Bron’s irritation was turning to anger quickly.
“God this is driving me nuts and I don’t know why.”
He sighed, she feels safe and now
we have to leave, that’s the problem. She doesn’t
know that I make her feel safe, not this room. “Settle
down, getting mad isn’t going to help,” he said in
a tender voice.
“Look you’re used to people telling
you where to go and what to do. I’m not.” She shouted
at his back as he was looking at the dresser.
Kevin figured he wouldn’t touch that
with a ten-foot pole. Bron was always being told
what to do. He stood by the dresser and glanced at
her wedding rings. He thought it odd that she hadn’t
put them on today, she hadn’t even really looked at
them. Kevin slipped the rings in his pocket so they
wouldn’t get lost. Kevin was wondering what he should
do about tomorrow. If she didn’t calm down, tomorrow
would be worse than what he was anticipating. She
needed to unwind. He thought for a minute and decided
a shower was in order, a shower for two.
Kevin went into the bathroom and
turned the shower on. Once inside he waited, then
called her to the bathroom, “Bron!”
“What?” she returned
“Come here!” he shouted.
He heard her come in and she opened
the shower door. “What?” she hissed at him.
“I dropped the soap,” he grinned
and glanced down to the shower floor. Bron shook
her head, bent down, picked it up, and then handed
it to him. As she handed it to him, he dropped it
again, “Ooops,” he smiled.
Bron looked at him and shut the door.
Kevin stood in the shower grinning when he heard clothes
rustling on the other side of the shower door. She
opened the door and stepped in. “Why don’t I just
hold that soap for you,” she told him.
“Good idea,” he grinned.
Bron grabbed a washcloth and the
soap. She soaped up the washcloth, “Turn around.”
“I like it this way,” he whispered
“Turn around,” she commanded and
She washed his neck, back, butt,
the back of his thighs, and calves. She tapped his
foot, he picked it up, and she washed it and then
repeated the same with the other. “Turn around please,”
she told him
“Oh the good part,” he chuckled.
Suddenly he felt a stinging sensation on his ass.
“No whipping me in the shower woman,” came flying
out of him, surprised at what she just did.
“You would love it,” she laughed.
As he turned around, he laughed and
reached for her, “Probably if it was you.”
Bron pushed his hands away from her
body. “Bronwyn,” he griped.
“Not yet, I’m not done,” as she washed
his face, neck, chest, and arms. Kevin was being
pushed beyond the limits of his control and Bron knew
it, so she continued her assault on his stomach and
went directly to his thighs.
“Hey, you missed a spot,” he looked
down to her. Bron raised her head and squinted from
the water spraying on her. “No, that requires special
attention,” she answered him. Kevin’s hips jerked
forward and he moaned involuntarily at her statement.
He remembered telling her those same words and what
he had done to her.
Bron worked her way down his legs
and then set the washcloth down on the shelf, “All
done,” she announced with a grin. She reached for
the door and he grabbed her hand. “Excuse me,” he
stated with a hint of anger. She’s freaking teasing
me again, flashed through his head.
“All done,” she repeated and giggled
“But,” he spoke as his anger began
to flare, thinking she was pulling one of her games
Bron understood why he was getting
upset, “But I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
The prospects were good and he was
excited. “Oh,” he almost squealed as he jumped out
and ran to the bedroom. He sailed onto to the bed
and rolled over. Kevin could hear Bron laughing as
she slowly came behind him.
Bron looked at him, he was grinning
from ear to ear. “Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, you are acting
like a sixteen year old. What am I going to do with
you?” She grinned as she stood at the bottom of the
“Finish it, I hope,” as he wiggled
his eyebrows up and down at her. Sixteen yeah right,
the only sixteen year old in here lady is you, he
giggled to himself.
“Oh I will,” as she crawled up the
bed and knelt before him between his legs. Bron quickly
lowered her lips to him and flicked the tip with her
“Ohh,” he groaned.
Bron nibbled the tip and stroked
gently up and down. Slowly again, and again she repeated
her motions. Kevin reached down and grabbed for her
hair. This was too agonizing for him, it had started
in the shower and now he needed it to end. “Oh Bron,
please more,” he begged her. Bron understood and
took almost all of him in her mouth and throat, her
hand stroking him. Not so gently, she cupped and
squeezed him with her other hand.
Bron glanced up he was rocking with
desire. He was grabbing the sheet with his free hand
and his eyes were closed. His head was rolling from
side to side. “Jesus Bron I’m so close,” he groaned.
Bron caught his cue and concentrated on what she was
doing for him. She quickened her pace and strokes.
His hips came off the mattress and he groaned loudly.
He quickly grabbed her head with both hands and held
her there until he was empty. Kevin continued to
hold her there for the aftershocks enjoying the sensation
as she continued to pleasure him well after.
Kevin released his hold on her and
she slowly backed off of him. “I love you,” he said
as she crawled up to him.
Bron laid next to him, “You keep
telling me that and I’m going to start believing it.”
Bron placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and rolled
off the bed.
Kevin was miffed at her sudden departure,
“Hey come back here.”
Bron glanced at the clock as she
headed to the bathroom, “I can’t, look what time it
“Shit!” he exclaimed as he swung
his legs to the floor. He sat there thinking about
tonight and tomorrow morning. He kept telling himself
to have a good time tonight and worry about tomorrow
in the morning, but it wasn’t working. He was still
sitting there when she came back out of the bathroom
cleaned and dressed. “Come here,” he called her to
“Yes Master,” she bent down to look
in his eyes.
“Do you want to go out tonight?”
he asked casually.
“Out! Out! You mean like around
other people?” she squealed. I just want to go out
and dance. I need to blow off some steam, she screamed
in her head.
“Yes out. I was thinking maybe a
little dancing,” he smirked.
“YES!” she screamed as she jumped
on him and knocked him back on the bed.
Kevin caught has breathe after just
having it knocked out of him. “Damn, Bron if I’d
known I would get that kind of reaction we would’ve
went out days ago.”
Bron sat on him and showered his
face with kisses and “I love you-s.”
Kevin struggled to sit up and gently
pushed her off him. Not enough time to finish this,
he muttered to himself. “Okay down girl or we’re
gonna be late.”
Bron popped off him and ran to the
telephone. First call will be to Mary he thought,
as he headed for the bathroom to clean up and shave.
He started humming that old sweet sixteen song. “If
we were sixteen and still in love…”
He was halfway done shaving when
Bron came bouncing back into the bathroom. Bron looked
in the mirror and her eyes grew wide. “What the hell
did you do?” she laughed. Kevin shook his head, “I
Bron frowned, “You’re growing that
back, you’ll ruin my whole storyline.”
Kevin glanced at her reflection in
the mirror, “What a shame,” he said dryly.
“I’m going to go call Nick,” she
laughed as she left.
Kevin looked in the mirror as he
finished shaving “This night is going to be very interesting,”
he spoke to himself in the mirror. He toweled off
his face and went to get dressed. He looked through
his clothes and figured he wouldn’t have time to change
after the concert so he would wear what he wanted
to wear out.
As he slid on the black leather pants,
Bron came buzzing back through. “Slow down Bron,
you’re going to hurt yourself.” Kevin slipped his
shirt on and went to search for his belt.
Bron was continuously chattering
to him as he got dressed, “Mare’s going, Nick’s going,
even Brian’s going.” Bron walked over to him, “I’m
likin’ that look Mr. Richardson.”
“Do I pass,” he chuckled as he bent
over to get his boot. “Oww,” he yelled as he felt
her pinch his ass.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,”
Kevin shook his head at her, “Get
dressed, we’ll be late.”
“Mare and I are going to hang back
for awhile,” she told him.
“Bron,” he warned her, as he slipped
his other boot on.
“I’m going,” she interrupted him
before he started pulling his controlling Kevin routine
with her. “I just need extra time.”
“Oh Why?” he stood up and looked
down at her with a questioning glare.
“Cuz I’m going dancing,” she sang,
as she twirled out of the room.
Kevin grabbed his coat and walked
to the living room. “Hey you, I want my kiss.”
Bron walked over and looked at him,
“Yes Master,” she smiled.
“Stop that,” as he lowered his lips
to hers. Bron poked his lips with tongue; he was
pleasantly surprised at her gesture. He opened his
mouth and she immediately went for his tongue and
sucked on it. He pulled away and heard her whimper.
“I hate to go, but I have to,” he spoke to her.
“I know. I’ll see you in a little
while,” she kissed one more time.
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