Page 77 of Unrivaled Love
Our playfulness slows down as the sun disappears from the sky.
"C'mon, let's get out." Bryson says as he holds his hand out to me. I take it and together we walk back to the tent. He hands me a towel and I dry off. "Now for dinner I can offer you a chocolate coconut protein bar or the caramel chocolate chip one."
"Chocolate coconut, please."
"Excellent choice, ma'am." He says with a little bow. I keep the towel wrapped around me. The clothes I borrowed from Bryson this morning are laying on the ground in a soggy heap. They’re probably all muddy now too. Fan-fucking-tastic. I’ll have to go back to my uniform again. I grab them off the ground and when I turn back to the tent Bryson looks downright indecent with a towel slung low around his hips giving me a view of his sculpted body.
"I fucking love that I can read you like a book, Killer." He says as I reach him. Instead of touching me or pulling me in for another kiss like I want him too he tugs the clothes out of my hands. "You bummed these are wet and you’ll have to wear your uniform again?"
"Not bummed. Thrilled.” I deadpan. “I'm so dedicated to my team."
"Bullshit. Tell me why all you have to wear is your kit?"
I lean into a hip and try to ice him out. My brother, Chris, could never handle the silent treatment and Al and I used it all the time. I'm hoping Bryson is just as weak.
With a lift of my chin I step past him into the tent and take a seat on a little camp chair Bryson set up. It is tough to take the tough-as-nails stance when I’m wrapped up in a towel but I’m no quitter.
"Fine, no sex until you tell me." He shrugs and makes himself comfortable.
Well shit, that isn't how I expected my little protest to go. Sex hasn’t historically been a motivator for me. Bryson doesn't know the kind of dry spell I can endure.
He is, however, playing dirty. He has propped himself up on a pillow and has his hands casually clasped behind his head which makes his biceps pop. The towel is still across his waist but the material drapes over the contours of his bulge and it's making my mouth water.
"This could be yours, Killer," He takes one hand and gestures to his body. "You just have to answer one little question."
"What are you, a bridge troll?"
"Maybe." He winks and I hate myself for wanting to cave.
I remain firm in my stance until he bites his bottom lip and gives me a full body once over. My resistance disintegrates when he licks his lips and I see his cock twitch.
Bryson wants me as much as I want him.
Which is a lot.
"I already told you; I left straight from practice."
"Left Salt Lake City for Telluride straight from practice.” He repeats slowly. “Where was the bag you packed again?"
"I didn't pack one. I left on a whim." I drop my towel as I stand. "And that was two questions. Sex me."
Bryson lets out a belly laugh. "As you wish.”
***
I wake up before Bryson and I observe his face relaxed in slumber. Before I even move I know I’ll be stiff. Sleeping on the ground is the opposite of what every trainer and chiropractor I’ve worked with would advise.
But, it was worth it. Bryson and I have created a beautiful little universe that is just the two of us. There is zero outside influence except for Mother Nature who has smiled upon us again with a serene morning.
I inhale deeply, the scent of fresh earth and Bryson filling my senses. I wish I could bottle it. Birds are chirping in the trees that surround us and the lake laps gently against the shore. It’s like the gentle mountain soundtrack I listen to at night.
Then my stomach rumbles and the giggle I can’t suppress wakes Bryson.
“Morning babe.” He says slowly as he stretches. “Fuck, sleeping on the ground sucks.”
“No shit.” I tell him as I roll up and try to crack my back.
“Is it possible to be sore from sex?” He asks and I laugh.
