And Then It Happened: An Unexpected Romance

by Annie Green

  As he pumped his hips, our bodies slapped together. He was grunting loudly and I was moaning, on the edge of an orgasm. And when I finally fell over the edge, Adrian barked my name, spilling himself into me. And then he was kissing his way down the back of my neck slowly, murmuring that he was glad he was home, that he’d missed me, that it had been perfect.

  Finally, he pulled away and I stood up on shaking legs. As I pulled my pants back up, Adrian watched me.

  “So I see Craig paid you a visit,” he said as I washed my hands and splashed water on my heated face.

  “Yeah. I didn’t know about it. He just showed up on my doorstep. You believe me, right?”

  Adrian nodded as he opened the bathroom door and strode out.

  The kitchen was empty, the burners turned off.

  “He must have left.”

  “Good,” Adrian said, walking over to the stove and turning it back on. “He can’t have you back.”

  “How do you know he wants me back?”

  “I just know.”

  I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and took a sip of wine. “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. I won’t ever go back to him.”

  “Yeah?” Adrian said, a light in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

  “Yeah, now are we going to blather about this some more or should I get dinner going.”

  Adrian patted his taut stomach. “Dinner. If we’re going to fuck all night, I need to carb up.”

  My giggles echoed off the kitchen walls.

  ***

  We didn’t come up for air for two more days. It was everything I thought it would be with Adrian. When we weren’t having sex, we were eating takeout in bed. And when we weren’t eating we were sleeping. I don’t remember ever feeling so out of control and so high on adrenaline. It was like Adrian was my drug and I couldn’t get enough. I was going to have to create my own support group for women like me, women who couldn’t get enough of their men.

  So when Adrian suggested we get out of the house and grab some healthy options at the grocery store, I whined and hid my head under my pillow. But he didn’t take no for an answer. He dragged me out of bed and placed me in the shower, making sure to wash me in certain places that made my legs wobbly before he tugged me out of the house.

  “Tell me we can get Starbucks beforehand,” I said, wincing at the sunlight pouring through the windshield.

  “Sure. Whatever you want, babe.”

  The term of endearment had me turning my head. “Babe?”

  Adrian shrugged. “Yeah, you don’t like it?”

  “It sounds a lot like we’re in a relationship.”

  Yes you are in a relationship. You just need to admit it.

  Adrian’s jaw flexed. “I know that…babe.”

  I rolled my eyes and glanced out of the window. A few moments later, we were pulling up to the Starbucks near my house.

  “Get out of the car, grumpy.”

  “I prefer babe.”

  Adrian just sighed heavily before striding into the coffee shop, leaving me to trail along as quickly as I could.

  We stood in a ridiculously long line and as we waited, I could feel all eyes on Adrian. He was attractive…gorgeous, actually. And when a woman approached him and kissed him on the cheek I nearly punched her in her perfect little nose. I was feeling incredibly possessive of him at the moment.

  “Adrian, it’s good to see you,” the woman said, her beautiful auburn hair flowing down her back like she was Disney’s Ariel. Her dark green eyes didn’t even bother to shift my way. I was merely a piece of furniture. Unnoticed. Unimportant.

  Adrian seemed surprised to see her and immediately shot me a look. I pretended like I didn’t care and glanced away. But my ears buzzed with envy, making sure to stay tuned into their conversation.

  “So it’s been what…six months since we’ve hung out?”

  The way the woman said ‘hung out’ had me cringing on the inside.

  “Give or take. How’ve you been, Cassandra. You look good as always.”

  “Thank you. I have a new personal trainer,” she replied, and I couldn’t help but peeked over. She did have a great body and it irked me that Adrian had seen her naked. How was I ever going to compete with the model-types he slept with?

  “And I’ve been busy at work. Boss has been working me to the bone. I wouldn’t mind a little extra curricular activity to help out with the stress, if you catch my drift,” she said, her voice lowering only a fraction.

  “I catch it perfectly. But at the moment, I have other priorities.”

  I saw the woman’s gaze flicker over to me before dismissing me entirely. “Right,” Cassandra said with a laugh. “When you’re done deviating, call me.”

  Adrian’s eyebrows rose and he nodded. “We’ll see.”

  This seemed to satisfy her so she pressed another kiss to his cheek and turned on her extremely high heels and strode out of the shop, skinny latte in hand.

  “Sorry about that,” Adrian said, his eyes watching me.

  I shrugged like I could care less. “No problem.”

  His eyebrows rose. “No problem? Really?”

  “You’re free to see and screw whoever you want.”

  Adrian opened his mouth to say something, but the cashier behind the counter asked for our order.

  So our conversation was stilted and thankfully so. I didn’t want to have this discussion again. It was like a broken record, one where I kept telling the guy I was totally in love with that I didn’t care if he fucked other women.

  When we got to the grocery store, I was still incredibly annoyed. His cheek smelled like that woman’s gaudy perfume and it wafted toward me like a dark gray cloud. He seemed to know something was off with me, but made no effort to be kind. Instead his sarcasm thickened and I ended up ramming the cart into his heels a few times just to make me feel better.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” Adrian hissed as we stood in line. He was alternately rubbing his ankles with his feet as he stared at me.

  “I’m just tired. I didn’t even want to come here in the first place.”

  His eyes narrowed as I glanced at the magazine rack.

  “Bullshit, babe. I think you’re jealous.”

  I scrunched up my face and spat, “Yeah, keep dreaming, buddy.”

  His lips turned up into a small smile. “I’m not dreaming, babe. You’re jealous.”

  I couldn’t ram the cart into his heels because he was standing on the side of the cart, so I ran over his toes instead.

  “I am going to get you back,” he said.

  “Yeah and how are you going to do that?” I asked as the cashier rang me up.

  “By making you beg for it.”

  My cheeks reddened as I saw the cashier smother a smile.

  “As if you have that power,” I said through clenched teeth.

  “I do have that power and you’re going to do it.”

  His confidence made my blood boil and my skin tingle at the same time. It was infuriating. I really felt the need to regain some control.

  As we made our way outside, our shopping cart full, I turned toward him. “One day you’re going to be the one to beg for it.”

  His eyes widened. “I dare you to try and make me.”

  I didn’t respond, merely shoved the bags into the back of his truck. If it were up to me, he’d be begging for it tonight. I would love to see the expression on his face when I made him plead for mercy. And if my present mood was any consideration, I wouldn’t be merciful.

  As Adrian drove me home, my phone rang. I glanced down and saw that it was Sadie. I hadn’t heard from her in quite some time. I instantly felt like a terrible friend. I hadn’t even remembered to call or text her because I’d been so consumed with Adrian.

  Just another reason to teach him a lesson tonight.

  “Hi, friend,” Sadie said into the receiver.

  My mood immediately lightened. “Hi. How are you?”

  “Good. Sorry I haven’t
called, but I’ve been busy with work.” Sadie ran a clothing and jewelry shop with her business partner Julian in Berkley and often worked late hours. Owning her own business took a ton of dedication and consumed her time. To be honest I was surprised she even found the time to call me each week.

  “It’s okay. I’ve been busy too.”

  “With Adrian?”

  I snuck a peek at him and was happy he hadn’t heard her say that.

  “Yeah.”

  “Ah, well, then I don’t feel like such a shit friend. Anyways, the reason I’m calling is to tell you that there’s a craft and art show in LA so I’m going to be in SoCal. Want to meet up?”

  Excitement bubbled up within me. “Yes, of course.”

  “And bring some of your stuff. We can sell some of your art at my stand.”

  I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that, but I was totally going to go to see Sadie. “Sure. So when are you going to be here.”

  “In two days. Want to stay with me for a few nights? We can catch up, watch some girly flicks, convince Julian to shave that god awful beard.”

  “Yes, what night?” I asked with a laugh.

  “Saturday, Sunday and then we’ll leave on Monday.”

  “Yes, perfect. I can’t wait. I’ll see you soon. I’m so excited.”

  “I’m excited too.”

  We hung up, both anticipating our reunion.

  “Who was that? Adrian asked, breaking through my excited haze.

  “That was Sadie. We’re meeting up in two days in LA,” I replied, nearly bouncing in my seat.

  “For what?”

  “A craft fair.”

  “That sounds awful. You’re going for the day?”

  “For two days actually.”

  Adrian’s face dropped. “Seriously? You’re staying the night in LA?”

  “Yeah, in two days I’ll be meeting up with her. Don’t be too excited for me,” I said dryly.

  “I’m not excited for you. I don’t want you staying so far away in a place that has questionable morals. LA might as well be Montana.”

  “Except it’s sunnier and much more ethnically diverse. And who are you to talk about morals? You have the moral compass of an anteater.”

  Adrian shot me a look as we pulled up to the house.

  “That made no sense, by the way,” Adrian said as he lugged our bags of food through the door.

  “It makes perfect sense to me,” I replied, not even bothering to explain.

  We put the food away in silence, taking the time to make ourselves sandwiches. As we ate them, Adrian was watching me, tension in his gaze.

  “What?” I asked around a mouthful of bread.

  He shrugged, glancing away.

  “Hey, tell me what’s up. You look…I don’t know…worried.”

  “I never worry,” he replied. “I’m just thinking about what the fuck I’m going to do while you’re gone for two days. How the hell am I going to get laid?”

  I doubted he’d have any problem with that, especially considering Cassandra earlier.

  Just the thought of her made me angry and I blurted without thinking, “Maybe Cassandra could help you out.”

  “Maybe she could,” he said, his eye becoming mere slits as he watched me. “Would that bother you?”

  “Nope. Do whatever you want. You’re a big boy.”

  “I am, but just so you know I’m not planning on sleeping with anyone other than you for quite some time.”

  His comment caused my heart to leap in my chest. I didn’t want it to show so I took another bite of my sandwich.

  “I hope you’ll extend me the same courtesy while you’re gone, babe.”

  “Maybe. Unless I happen to meet Colin Kaepernick. Then all bets are off.”

  Adrian’s brow rose. “Kaepernick, huh?”

  “Yeah. He’s a stud. A total stallion.”

  “And you’d ride him like one?” Adrian asked with a smirk.

  “In a heartbeat.”

  Adrian chuckled lightly as we finished off our food. When we were done, Adrian glanced at me.

  “So you going to sell any of your artwork at this craft fair?”

  “Sadie wants me too, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

  “Well, would my painting be featured?”

  “Probably not. The series isn’t done.”

  Without another word Adrian grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs.

  “Well then, let’s get to work. And if you happen to give me another blowjob at the end I won’t complain.”

  I made sure to trip him as he strode up the stairs.

  ***

  Night crowded in on me as I lay in bed next to Adrian. I had finished my first painting of him and couldn’t wait to begin to start the second one. The first one had turned out great and even though Adrian had pestered me to see it, I hadn’t let him. I wanted to show him the complete set. And with any luck, those would be done in a few weeks.

  For a few hours I had been able to concentrate solely on painting. Cassandra had been forgotten as well as the fact that he could have her anytime he wanted. I really needed to learn how to trust men. Maybe they weren’t all bad. Maybe Adrian wasn’t Craig. Maybe Adrian was a good guy.

  He is and you know it!

  He was and he proved it to me over and over again, day after day. I needed to let my guard down. And the sex was fantastic. After I had finished painting him, he pushed me onto the floor and had his way with me. And even though I said I wouldn’t, I begged for him to make me come. But now it was my turn. And I was taking no prisoners.

  I quietly pushed myself up, thanking heaven that Adrian slept like a rock and made my way over to my closet. Inside was a gag gift given to me by Sadie last year for my birthday. A pair of padded pink handcuffs.

  They would do nicely, I thought as I made my way over to the bed.

  I watched Adrian’s bare chest rise and fall as I straddled his thighs. Gently, I maneuvered his hands above his head before clasping them to the wooden headboard with the handcuffs.

  And then the torture ensued. This was no ordinary seduction. This was Fifty Shades in reverse.

  I tugged the sheet down and slowly worked his cock with my hand until it stood at attention. And then I licked him from base to head, taking care to slide my tongue across the vein that ran underneath.

  “Shit, Janie.” Adrian said, slowly waking up. I heard the metal clank against the headboard. “What the fuck?”

  He rattled his hands back and forth and when he realized he was stuck he said lowly, “Jane. Untie me.”

  “Nope,” I muttered as I kissed my way up his chest. “You’re going to beg for it.”

  Adrian growled. Literally growled and I felt myself clench in excitement.

  “I’m going to get you back for this,” Adrian said, tugging on his restraints once more. “And you’re not going to know what hit you.”

  “Catch me if you can,” I said slyly once I reached his mouth. I bit down lightly on his lip and he grunted in response.

  “I want to touch you right now,” Adrian said. “Let me out of these damn handcuffs.”

  “I’ll take them off if you beg,” I said, running my tongue across his jaw to his ear. As I nibbled on his earlobe, he shook his head.

  “Never.”

  “Fine, then here are the rules,” I began, arching my hips so Adrian’s cock slid between my legs. He groaned at the sensation and his primal response had my skin breaking out in goose bumps.

  “First you don’t come unless you beg.”

  “Fuck you, Janice.”

  “You will be in just a minute,” I said slowly, moving my body upward until I was sitting over him.

  “And your other rules?” he asked, his chest rising and falling in quick bursts.

  “That was my only rule,” I said as I sank down on him.

  “Fine by me…oh fuck,” he groaned as I lifted myself up until he was positioned once more outside of me. I rolled my hips, teasing his head with my ent
rance, but didn’t let him in.

  “Get ready to beg,” I said with a smirk as I slowly lowered myself onto him once more.

  “And get ready to fuck me all night,” he replied, the handcuffs once again rattling on the headboard.

  “I can do all night.”

  But that was a lie. I was turned on and I knew it would only be a matter of time before I would give in and let him go.

  So I hoped I was that irresistible and that much of a temptress to win this little game.

  “Bring it on.”

  And so I did.

  ***

  Adrian was panting, a fine sheen of sweat layering his taut muscles.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” he groaned, his hips thrusting upward. It was a twisted little game I was playing, but it was working well. If I said I wasn’t as turned on as he was, I’d be lying. I was just as desperate to get him to beg. I wanted to come and I wanted to come badly.

  “You know what you have to do,” I panted.

  “Shit, Jane. Really?”

  I sat up, his cock brushing against my opening. He tried to thrust upward, but I sat up straighter.

  “Fuck, Jane. It’s like you trained at Guantanamo.”

  I slanted him a sly smile and he grunted. “Fine. Please, Janie. Please end my misery and fuck me.”

  “Was that so hard?” I asked as I lowered myself onto him completely.

  He didn’t respond and I’d forgotten I’d asked him anything at all. All I felt was him moving inside of me, the pressure building in my abdomen and the sweat dripping down my neck.

  “Fuck. Fuck. I love this…” he stammered, our bodies clashing together sloppily. I felt myself going over the edge and I dug my nails into his chest.

  “I’m coming,” I moaned right before I broke apart.

  “Fuck! I love…you…shit,” Adrian thrust upward, his whole body shaking as he emptied himself inside of me.

  I collapsed on top of him, panting. I could feel his chest heaving beneath me as we lay replete and completely satisfied. His previous words were muddled in my mind and at the moment I was unable to process them. My whole body felt too good. Everything felt so good.

  I was awoken from my sex-educed haze by a rattle of metal on wood.

  “You going to uncuff me now?” Adrian asked.