Too Happy To Notice

BRIELLE:

I didn’t make it to the pool house to check on Kannon after I put him to bed.

I was so overwhelmed with my parents, the engagement, and Kannon being a drunk mess, I had to spend the night in my room preparing myself for whatever drama I knew would show up when the rest of my family got there.

I was happy, though.

After five long years of playing it safe, Kannon finally stepped out on a limb and asked me to marry him. I was honestly surprised, because after running into the many women he cheated on me with in the past, I started to think I wasn’t his type.

He was 35, tall, dark, and handsome. Had a devilish smile that he liked to decorate with gold grills from time to time. Hazel eyes, deep waves, and a voice that could talk Victoria out of her secret.

And then … there was me. The wholesome good girl who was afraid of her own shadow half the time.

I knew I wasn’t ugly, but I didn’t feel as beautiful as the women he liked. I actually felt lucky to be with him—a man who was tough and sexy. A man who could command the attention in whatever room he walked in. A man who came from nothing but had a whole lot of something. He was such a catch that even my dad liked him.

Sometimes, I felt like he liked Kannon more than he liked me. And that’s saying a lot, considering my sister always said I was my dad’s favorite.

The morning after our drive to my parents’ estate in Lake Forest, I got up early, ironed our clothes for the day and started getting ready for everyone else to arrive. I knew Kannon would be up later than me, because he drank like a fish the night before. But that was alright. No matter how much money black people had or came from, the one thing they seemed to never be able to do was be on time.

It was around noon when he finally came to me for his clothes.

My dad had a nice brunch set up for the family, and I could already hear them piling in, making all kinds of noise. My aunt Judy was the loudest of them all. She was screaming for me to come downstairs and show her the ring so she could tell me whether Kannon was worth marrying or not.

She already didn’t like him. But if the ring was nice, she said she might give him a pass.

“Morning, baby.” He came into my room wearing only pajama pants, looking like a delicious chocolate protein shake.

“More like afternoon,” I teased. “How did you sleep?”

I kissed him and brushed his waves down with my hand.

He had this look on his face … It was flirty and sensual, but something about it gave me butterflies. And not the good kind either.

“I slept good,” he replied. “I wish you would’ve stayed with me. Probably would’ve slept better.”

“You probably would’ve had me up all night having sex,” I laughed.

“I tried to. I’m happy you came back for a lil taste though.”

My breath got caught in my throat, and I felt like my entire world stopped turning because what did he mean, I came back for a lil taste? I was in my room the entire night, too anxious to go back to the pool house to check on him.

“You must’ve been dreaming, babe,” I said. “I didn’t come back to the pool house last night.”

As dark as he was, I saw the color instantly drain from his face.

He looked nervous. Confused. And guilty.

“Stop playing,” he said, turning away from me to hide his shame. “If I dreamed a dream that felt that real, I had to be drunker than a motherfucker last night.”

He was “drunker than a motherfucker” thanks to my dad and their lawyer friends. But I wasn’t playing at all. I was in my room the whole night.

“What happened in the dream?” I asked. “Was it a wet dream? You don’t have to be ashamed of that. It’s normal.”

I felt bad about holding out on him. I could have easily snuck into the pool house and given him what he was yearning for, but I was too self-conscious about breaking my parents’ rules to be a bad girl.

“Tell me about the dream.” I urged him to speak when he got too quiet.

In all honesty, I wanted to hear every detail of the dream because I was sexually frustrated myself. Granted, I was the one holding out on him.

“Shit,” he raised his brows while massaging his neck with one hand—something he did whenever he was nervous. “It was a good dream. It just felt too real. Like you were actually there in the bed with me.”

“Ok … and what was I doing in bed with you?” I asked, teasing him with my tone.

“You playing with me?” he laughed. “I know you are. You know exactly what you did last night. Was that your plan all along?”

I couldn’t help but laugh because I had no idea what he was talking about, but it was funny seeing him genuinely confused. I never saw him that way before. Not even when he was fighting a case that he thought he couldn’t win.

“Baby, I swear I didn’t come to the pool house.” I climbed on his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. “So, tell me what happened. What did I do in your dream?”

His strong hands cupped my butt and his head rested against my chest, almost like he was listening to the beat of my heart.

I felt his morning wood growing harder as we held each other, but I was more concerned about the dream.

“You came in last night. It was dark. The fan was going. You climbed in bed with me from the bottom. I tried sitting up to kiss you and thank you for coming back, but you pushed me back down and started going crazy on my dick. At first, I was shocked cause that’s something you always shy away from doing, but then I thought you were just showing your appreciation for the engagement.”

I leaned back so I could look him in the eyes and tell him that was one hell of a dream. But when I did, I saw more of that look that gave me bad butterflies.

“Are you having those kinds of dreams because that’s what you want from me?” I asked.

He scoffed, as if I should’ve already known the answer to that question.

“You being serious right now?” he asked. “You really didn’t come in there last night while I was sleep?”

“I really didn’t.” I got up to finish getting ready. “If I did, I must’ve been sleepwalking or somebody else had control over my body.”

He sat still for a moment, like he was rewinding surveillance footage trying to remember what happened. After giving up and chalking his recap up to a wet dream, he joined me in the shower for a quickie before going downstairs to greet the family.

I needed that quick release to deal with all the energy my family had to bring.

So, without a care in the world, I enjoyed Kannon’s slow strokes, nipple bites, and the feeling of him finishing inside me.