Page 37 of Reckless Forever
Then he came up, and I could tell that he just wasn’t in the mood.
“We don’t have to go if you’re not up for it,” I said quietly as he moved around the room.
He stopped as he threw the clothing on the bed. “I’ll be aight,”
“Then don’t make me wait,” I smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
He chuckled, “You're right, baby. I don’t know who the fuck I think I am.”
Judah showered and got dressed fairly quickly because he was a stickler for time. He wouldn’t let me be even a second late for anything since I had been here. He was dressed casually today, in a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He had some chains on that he normally didn’t wear when conducting business. The man was fine.
Hollow drove us to a wooded area, where sticks and leaves crunched underneath the tires as we pulled down a road that was almost too dark to see. When he told me to dress down in sneakers, I did not expect this. Then Hollow parked, and my head snapped to Judah.
“Where the hell are we?” I asked.
“Get out,” he laughed as he opened the door and reached for my hand. Hesitantly, I grabbed it. If he wanted to know if I trusted him, this was the perfect time. Because he could’ve been taking me to my demise, and I was right behind him.
My eyes were wide as I struggled to see through the path.
“Judah!” I hesitated; this shit was way too creepy for me.
“Come on,” he tugged my arm. Pulling me through the darkness. Then once we reached the other side of the path, my fear turned into an instant smile.
On the other side of the woods that we had just trekked through was a trail. It was lit up with lights and a boardwalk.
“Damn, you made me think that I had fucked up the church’s money,” he said, making me laugh and smack his chest playfully.
I was skeptical at first, but I saw where he was going with the date. I’d have to make it clear that when I said that I love nature, it’s not the damn woods. But this was adorable.
We held hands as we walked through the trail until we reached an open space with a picnic set up, and we sat down. There were plush blankets stacked on top of one another so that we would be comfortable, as well as food and snacks. He even had little easels there so that we could paint.
“Judah, you’re going to paint?” I asked with a mouth full of food.
“Hell yeah, and I’ll finish before you. I swear I’ll dust your ass.”
“You’re going to beat me… In painting?” I screamed.
“Hell yeah, let’s go.” He said as he picked up the materials, and I actually raced this man to see who completed their painting first.
Of course, he made good on his promise to dust me because his painting looked like crap. I teased him about it, and we went back and forth about whose was better. Then I sat between his legs underneath the stars while he had me wrapped in his arms. Suddenly, I became overwhelmed with emotion.
“What’s wrong, Shorty?” He questioned me as he turned me on the blanket.
“I just don’t want to leave, I feel like I could stay in this moment forever,” I admitted.
“Then don’t,” he said, like the answer was that simple.
My eyes fell to the stitching on the blanket, and he tilted my head gently, bringing my face to him.
“Don’t,” He repeated as he peppered kisses on my lips that changed the course of the moment.
I grabbed his Cuban link and held him in place as I slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, and we kissed passionately. The kiss fell from my lips to my neck, and then he brought my shirt over my head. I should have had my reservations about being exposed in the woods, but here, underneath the beauty of the sky and my man, I didn’t give a damn.
He undressed me slowly, and it was something different about this interaction. It was slow, gentle, and passionate.
I moaned as his tongue traced my hardened nipple, then went to my stomach, and then he bit the waistband of the pants I had on. I lift my hips, allowing him to slide them completely off. He buried his face between my thighs, making me cry out in pleasure. I could hear my voice echoing off the trees and creating a beautiful song.
I scratched his scalp as he ate me with expert precision. My back arched off the blankets until I collapsed against them once I released all over his beard.
