She knew Aaron missed Trevet; she missed Trevet too. Nevertheless, he has his own life; he owed nothing to her or to Aaron. The times she has spoken to her father he told her, Trevet was working endlessly. Her mother informed her; she thought Trevet missed her and Aaron. Her response to her mother was Trevet doesn’t have feelings for her that way they could only be friends. In addition, her mother would say, Trevet loves you; give him time, he’ll come around.
“Mom, he cares about me and Aaron, that’s all.”
“Mommy, I see Daddy.” Aaron little voice broke into her thoughts.
Bri smiled at Aaron. “Okay, we see Daddy.” Aaron clapped his hands.
Later that day, Bri made reservations for a flight to Atlanta for the next evening. She packed clothes for herself and Aaron. As hard as she tried not to, she felt herself getting excited and she wanted to see Trevet as badly as her son did. Her hand stopped folding clothes. Would he be happy to see her, she wondered, she knew he’d be happy to see Aaron. Another thought crossed her mind. Maybe Trevet has found someone else. A pain stabbed at her heart as tears filled her eyes. “Get it together Bri,” she said aloud blinking back tears.
****
They arrived at her mother’s house, early evening. Right away she noticed how her father’s health improving. Aaron ran through the house, looking for Trevet. “Daddy!” He called out.
“Aaron, Daddy’s not here yet.” Bri told him, “We have to call him, okay,” she told her son.
Bri looked at her mother, with those mother eyes.
“I can see it your eyes Bri, don’t read anything into his absence. Trevet has been very busy, I'll call him.” Her mother told her.
“Trevet,” she said on the phone, “Guess who’s looking for you?” Irene handed the phone to Aaron.
“Hi Daddy,” Aaron said on the phone. “Daddy come see me,” he paused.
“Okay Daddy.” Aaron handed the phone to Bri.
“Hello Trevet.”
“I'll be right over,” he told her. Bri took a deep breath, feeling an excitement in her.
It was late, and Aaron waited and refused to go to sleep until he saw the man he called Daddy. When the doorbell rang, he ran to the door to opening it.
“Daddy,” he cried. Trevet picked him up hugging him tightly. His eyes met Bri. “Hello Bri."
“Hi, you’ve made a little boy very happy,” she replied softly.
“Daddy we go to play?” Aaron asked his arm around Trevet neck.
“Tomorrow, it’s too dark now,” Trevet, promised.
“When is ‘morrow’ Daddy,” Aaron asked.
“When the sun is in the sky,” Trevet answered chuckling.
Trevet sat down, with Aaron on his lap. Her parents had gone to bed a while ago. Bri sat across from Trevet. How she missed him.
“How long are you staying?” He asked.
“I have to get back, but Aaron is going to stay for a while with his grandparents," she stated.
Trevet nodded. He looked down at the boy, who had fallen asleep in his arms. Bri rose to take him.
“I’ll take him up,” he offered.
Bri sat waiting for Trevet to return. She still wanted him. When she saw him, her heart escalated and that the thickness between her thighs had her underwear soaked. Did he want her as badly as she needed him?
“Bri its good to see you?” He said returning to the room. She stood to her feet.
“You too, Dad says you're working too hard.”
He smiled and shrugged, “He’s probably right.”
Bri went to him and stood in front of him. Trevet looked down at her. Damn how he missed her. His entire body throb with desire. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself between her thighs, make her scream as he brought her to a mind-blowing orgasm. Inwardly calming himself, he decided he better go before he did something he would regret.
Bri stood in front of him, hoping he would just grab her and kiss her. He didn’t move. She sighed, gazed into his gray eyes.
“Thanks, for coming, Aaron missed you so much," she said. So did I, she thought to herself.
“He’s my son,” Trevet said matter-of-factly. “It's late; I better go, tell Aaron, I’ll see him tomorrow.” He turned to leave.
Bri sighed, feeling dejected. “Okay, Trevet, I’ll probably be gone tomorrow.”
He turned sharply, “You just got here, Bri.”
“I’m going to New York.” She stated.
“New York?”
“Yes, there’s a gallery that wants to exhibit my paintings, I wasn’t sure I would do it, but you helped me decide.”
“Me?”
“Goodnight.” She turned leaving him at the door.
Trevet was in the backyard with Aaron and his grandparents. She had just returned from her two-week trip to New York, and she wasn’t alone. Beside her stood a tall well-built man. He appeared to be more Bri’s age. Trevet felt his heart drop, and a pain seared his gut. Bri was holding his hand smiling up at him. Did he wait too long to claim her as his own? Was he wrong to make her wait because he wasn’t sure of himself and her?
“Mommy!” Aaron cried and ran to her. Bri released the man’s hand lifting her baby hugging him tightly.
“Hello Baby, Mommy missed you so much,” she said hugging him again.
Jorge and Irene looked over at Trevet. They both saw the look of disbelief on his face, then disappointment. Bri and her companion came to where they were sitting.
“Hi Mom and Dad,” she said putting Aaron down and kissing them both. She looked over at Trevet. “Hello Trevet.”
“Brianna.” He replied impersonally. Bri frowned. Trevet has never called her by her full name before. She looked in his eyes. He turned away before she could read him. Was he angry? She wondered.
“Hello Sweetie,” Irene said a knowing smile on her face. If Trevet didn’t act now, she was sure he would lose Bri, because the handsome man that stood beside her seemed besotted with Bri.
“Mom, Dad, Trevet, this is Jason Bourne, I met him in New York,” Bri introduced smiling at him. “Jason is a sculptor; he’s been giving me lessons in sculpture.”
Trevet stood and shook his hand, looking the man directly in his eyes. “You’re from Atlanta?” Trevet asked, in a terribly subdued voice.
“No, I’m a New Yorker through and through I just traveled with Bri because I’m going to have a showing tonight,” he said taking Bri’s hand in his, looking at her with affection. “She offered to show me around.”
“Well, Jason, I’d better change if I’m going to show you around Atlanta, before we have to go the exhibit, I won’t be long,” Bri promised turning to leave. She gave Trevet one last glance. He stood aggressively with his hands clasped behind his back with Aaron standing next to standing just like him. Bri shook her head and hurried into the house.
“Please sit down Mr. Bourne; can I get you something to drink?” Irene asked.
“No I’m fine,” Jason said sitting down beside Jorge.
“You’ve been sculpting long?” Jorge asked.
“Well, about most of my life I guess, it’s my passion.” He said grinning.
“How did you and Bri meet?” Trevet asked brusquely.
Irene smiled. Trevet was jealous. Good, she thought.
Jason told them how he saw her admiring his pieces, and introduced himself. She told him how she always wanted to sculpt, so he offered her his services.
“Excuse me,” Trevet said going into the house.
Bri was coming down the stairs when Trevet entered the house. Trevet stood at the bottom of the stairs as she was coming down. She looked gorgeous with her hair pulled back accentuating her beautiful face. The black strapless jumpsuit hugged her petite waist and hips before the legs flared out to meet the stylish, sexy heels she wore.
“You’re wearing that to show him Atlanta?” Trevet asked sullenly.
“Why, what's wrong with this, we’re going to the showing right after.” Bri said frowning at him, “I owe you no e
xplanation Trevet, you ignored me the entire time I was here, and don’t feign interest now, because I’m with someone else.”
“What do you mean with?” He demanded his voice rising.
“Just that Trevet,” she said and walked around him and out the patio door. Trevet watched through the door as she talked with Jason and her parents. His hands balled into fists, grinding his teeth. Brie wrapped her stole around her bare shoulders as they took their leave, Irene behind them.
“Trevet,” Irene called softly. Trevet turned to her, the sadness on his face visible.
“Go get your woman!” She stated firmly.
“It's too late Irene,” Trevet said, leaving her to get Aaron.
****
Trevet sat in the large overstuff chair in his robe, wondering what Bri and her new friend was doing. He tried to get some sleep, but all he did is toss and turn envisioning Bri in the arms of Jason. His chest hurt and his belly was in knots, asking himself did he love Bri, or did he just desire her. He wasn’t sure, he did desire, there was no doubt, he wanted her in his bed, but did he love her. Love was something he wasn’t sure he knew anything about. He didn’t have that in his life, so how could he recognize it. He did know he didn’t like her with another man.
Trevet rose and turned off the TV. The doorbell rang. He looked at the watch on his arm, 12:30. He frowned as he opened the door.
“Bri!” He said surprised to see her.
Not waiting to be invited, she walked passed him. She wasn’t going to let him turn her away again, not until he knew how she felt about him.
Trevet closed the door, turned to look at her. She had changed her clothes; she had on jeans and a T-shirt.
“I love you,” she said softly.
Her admission stunned and elated him. His heart swelled with joy. Trevet swept her from her feet, carrying her to his bedroom. If he never made love to her again, he was going to tonight.
He gently put her on the bed and lay beside her. He didn’t hesitate; he pressed his lips to her, kissing her with a passion of a drowning man. Bri wrapped her arms around his neck holding him to her. She pulled her mouth from his, pushing his robe from his shoulders, her lips on his chest.
“Bri,” Trevet said panting.
Please Trevet, don’t send me away, I want you,” she pleaded.
Trevet looked into her eyes. She rolled away and removed her clothing quickly. “Make love to me Trevet.”
Trevet's mouth was on her. Bri sighed as his lips trailed down her body his mouth on her breast; shifting he entered her.
“Yes,” she moaned feeling him inside her, she wanted him, she thought of nothing else the whole time she was in New York, and decided she would see him and make love to him. “I love you,” she murmured loving the connection to him again. Her hand roaming all over his body. Trevet pulled out of her, she protested.
“Ride me Bri,” he said huskily. She rose straddling him and sank down on him, her breath catching in her chest feeling him inside her, she moved up and down on him slowly, savoring his manhood inside her, his hand on her breast kneading them softly. He pulled her body down to him, taking them in his mouth, sucking her nipples; Bri moaned softly loving his mouth on her. Trevet rolled her to her back, still connected, her legs up around his waist, as he moved in and out of her fiery wetness. Her eyes gazed at this handsome face, she loved him, she would always love him, even though she realized he didn’t love her, but she would love him tonight.
Their eyes met, his gray eyes penetrating her soul, pulling at her heart. Bri gasped, her orgasm was there, her wall contracted around his hardness, her body moving with each shiver that she was giving him.
“Bri,” he said breathlessly, feeling her wall pull at him causing him to sink deeper, he lifted her hips and sank into her deeper than he ever had. Moving inside her with a lack of restraint, not wanting this moment to ever end.
“Trevet,” Bri cried, and let the orgasm consume her as he joined her in perfect sexual bliss.
They lay together, each one quiet.
“This shouldn’t have happened Bri,” Trevet said breaking the silence.
Bri leaned up on her elbows and looked into his face. His eyes closed, anguish on his face. Tears filled her eyes. She got out of the bed dressed and left.
Trevet arrived at Irene and Jorge the next morning. He always had breakfast with Aaron, but he wanted to see Bri, he needed to explain to her why he said what he did last night. He had to make her understand.
“Good Morning, Trevet greeted everyone, lifting Aaron.
“Good Morning Son,” Jorge said. Trevet sat at the table. He glanced toward the stairs, expecting Bri to come down any minute.
“Daddy, Mommy went bye-bye,” Aaron informed Trevet. Surprised registered on Trevet face. He looked at Irene and Jorge.
“Trevet Harrison, what are you waiting for?” Irene asked him.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he stated.
“Of course, you do Son,” Jorge said.
“You love Bri,” Irene stated, “So why are you not going after her?”
“I’m not sure she’s ready for us to be together.”
Trevet became alarmed. “Is she seeing that Jason?” He asked.
Irene shrugged, “It’s possible, she talked about him a lot.”
“Did she say she was seeing him?” He asked a little gruffly.
“To be honest, Son, I don’t know, she said she may go back to New York after she finished her jobs in Virginia.” Irene said stretching the truth a little. Jorge smiled, he knew Irene was stretching the truth, all Bri talked about was Trevet.
“I’m going to Virginia,” he announced to Irene.
Irene and Jorge smiled. “Don’t worry about Aaron he’ll be fine.
Chapter Nine
Trevet stood nervously outside of Bri’s condo, praying he wasn’t too late to claim his woman. He hadn’t wasted not time flying to Virginia, to see her. He wanted her back in Atlanta; she could do her painting there. He remembered reading an article about her exhibition in New York where she received rave reviews on several of her pieces. Some of her cultural paintings were placed in the African American art museum, in New York and Georgia. He was immensely proud of her. Somehow, he had to convince her to stay in Atlanta. Although he cherished his time with Aaron, he missed the time they spend together with Aaron. Did he wait too long to claim her, he again wonder? He knew she wanted him, but at the time, he thought it would be for the best they slow things down. At least that’s what he thought. Irene was right. He was the one that was scared.
Trevet took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
The door opened. “Yes.” A good-looking man at the door replied, dressed in a bathrobe that was partially open to his waist. Trevet looked at the medium height man with disdain. His heart fell to his feet. He was too late, he thought.
“Can I help you?” he asked. Trevet had to contain himself, from punch him in the face just for being at her house.
“Is Bri here?” he asked holding a tight rein on his temper.
“Yes, she is, who should I say is calling?” he replied politely.
“Who is it Kiev?” Bri called from inside the house. The man turned, “I have no idea.”
“Well send them away, I want to get done.”
Kiev turned back to Trevet. “I’m sorry; she's busy, stop…,"
Trevet pushed him out the way crossing the threshold.
“Bri!” He called loudly through the house. Bri came out of her studio in the back of the house. She had on jeans and T-shirt, her hair loosely pulled back, paint smudges on her cheek and chin, a paintbrush in her hand.
Kiev looked at Trevet, with a raised brow.
“Trevet,” she said surprised, then concern. “What's wrong? Is Aaron okay?”
“He’s fine.” Trevet said gruffly. “What’s going on?”
Ignoring his question, Bri gave a sigh of relief. “You scared me.”
“You didn’t answer my question Brianna
?”
Bri's puckered brow, now showing her growing anger. “You right, Trevet, “I’m busy.”
After her initial surprise and concern, she thought it awfully rude of Trevet to barge into her home. How dare he demand answers from her. He’s the one who ignored her for months, now here he is asking what she was doing.
“Kiev, we can finish tomorrow,” she told him.
“You sure Bri, I mean I can...”
Trevet turned and scowled at him. “Get lost, Kiev," Trevet said interrupting him.
He smugly walked to Bri and kissed each of her cheeks. “If you say so.”
Bri silently glared at Trevet. Kiev quickly gathered his things and was gone.
Bri turned and went into her studio, Trevet followed. He leaned against the doorjamb, watching Bri cleanup.
“Who was that?” Trevet repeated the question.
Bri turned. “Who do you think he was?”
“Your lover,” he stated firmly.
“Not that I owe you any explanation, Trevet, he’s my model?” She replied moving around cleaning.
“Is that all?” He asked tersely.
Bri stopped what she was doing and faced an angry Trevet. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he was jealous. How ridiculous is that she thought.
“I’m not answering any ridiculous questions from you.” She declared stubbornly.
Trevet suddenly moved to her grabbing and startling her. Her mind flashed back to Tyrone, remembering the look he had on his face just before he would punch her in the face; but she was not about to let history repeat itself. She jerked away from her.
“I will not be beaten again,” she told him fiercely, staring him squared in his eyes.
“Beat you! I would never hurt you Bri,” he said dropping his hands.
She looked at him, and knew he would never hurt her.
“Why are you here Trevet? She asked.
“Are you sleeping with him?” Bri turned, ignoring him.
“You will answer me!” He yelled.
Bri jumped. “He’s gay. He'd rather have you. Why are here Trevet? She countered. “When I was at my parents you barely had two words with for me, so why are you here now?”
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