Bed of Thornes (Bed of Thornes Trilogy Book 1) (8 page)

I place the set of brushes back into the box, smiling at the thought of Adrian. Another knock at the door, as I turn I see Jenna poking her head in where I left it partially open.

"Ready to get pampered, princess?" She asks with a growing smile on her face and she steps inside. "You're glowing today, Ronni, this man has you sprung!" She giggles.

"I'm not sprung, I'm just blessed to be alive! After yesterday, I realized that there's more to life than working it away. It was rushing to work that almost killed me."

"I know, sweetie." Jenna grabs me and hugs me tight. "Sometimes it takes a tragedy for us to open our eyes. It's time you enjoy your life, and I really think this man is good for you... he's treating you like royalty, you so deserve that." She releases me from her hug.

"I do feel like a queen when I'm around him, he's spoiling me already. I'm so use to earning my own money and buying anything I need or want, it's something I have to adjust to, a man treating me. I'm pretty positive I make more than he does... yet he doesn't seem to care. I like that, most men find it intimidating. Him being younger is something else I'm not use to, but it poses no issues as of yet." I chuckle. "I can teach him a few things."

Jenna opens her mouth in the shape of an 'O' with wide eyes, "Wow, Listen to you! Get it, Ronni!" She laughs. "Girl, you never know, that young man may just have you learning some things... open you up to parts of yourself you didn't know existed. He might surprise you."

"Whatever comes from it, as long as I come in the process... I'm good." I say with a sinful smirk on my face. The dirty thoughts in the darker corners of my mind, Jenna has no idea, neither does Mr. Montez.

"On that note..." Jenna grins wide. She looks over at the counter, where the cherry wooden box is sitting. "What is that?" She asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Something Adrian left for me on the doorstep this morning." I tell her and bite my lip, blushing slightly. "I told you he is already trying to spoil me."

"Damn, I was wrong, you got
him
sprung." She chuckles.

I scrunch my mouth and poke my lips out at her, "It's not like that, Playmate. You are the one who has guys drooling all over you, that's sprung. Adrian's just a genuine sweetheart guy."

"Oh okay, so the guys interested in me are all douches, huh?" She sticks her tongue out at me.

"You know that's not what I meant. I don't get men sprung though, so I don't think it's that. He's just different, and I don't know... we sort of connected from the first time we met the other day."

Jenna steps over to the box and reads the card that's lying next to it. She looks as though a tear forms in her eye. "That's deep." She says and opens the box to see what's inside.

I look at her face as she checks out the brushes, "See what I mean? He knows me, yet hardly knows me. I think the fact that he pays that close of attention to detail, says a lot about the type of person he is. It's something special about this one, I'm willing to find out just what it is."

She places the brushes back in the box and smiles at me. "Let's go get you dolled up for tonight, looks like he's worthy of your precious time and effort."

I grab my keys and we head out the door. We walk over to Jenna's car, a silver Mustang, and she unlocks the doors with a beep of her key-chain

"Where to first?" I ask as we both climb in.

"I was thinking some brunch and coffee, then off to a mani/pedi and facial, with hair and makeup done last of course." She says with confidence that the day is planned just right.

"All of which are much needed." I chuckle and point at my hair that's up in a messy bun.

Jenna laughs and starts the car, "Don't worry, you're in good hands... we'll have you looking like a star, he'll be proud to have you on his arm."

We both squeal with excitement like teenage girls. It's been too long since we've had a girl's day out, about as long as it's been since I've had a night out with a man.

She pulls out and heads downtown. First stop, Bistro 31 on Highland Park Village for Lemon Ricotta Pancakes with blueberry compote and their house coffee. They have the best Bistro Chef in the city, David Garwacki. I am in love with his culinary skills, he delights with unique combinations of foods that are in season, and the menu is full of delicious masterpieces. It's our favorite spot, Jenna makes a daily lunch run when we're working at the gallery.

The gallery crosses my mind, I haven't stepped foot in it since late Thursday night. I'm tempted to stop by there after my day with Jen, but I don't think I need to interrupt the flow of the day, so I excuse the thought from my mind. Then my dad's car envelopes my thoughts. I put my fork down and look at Jenna, who is indulging in her meal.

"Wish I could see my dad's car, I bet it's really rough. That car meant so much to my dad, I'm pretty worried about it." I say to her mid bite of her pancakes.

"Hey, stop worrying, today you need to focus on enjoying yourself. I'll take you on Monday to look at the car when the shop is open. We'll get it fixed back up, Ronni, don't let it get to you."

Her assurance is comforting, but still I have the thought lingering in the back of my mind throughout the remaining of our brunch. I wouldn't dare let my mom see it in the condition it must be in now, it would crush her. Although I'm sure she's more concerned about the fact that I'm not dead, but that car is an important memory to our little family.

We discuss happier thoughts and finish up our coffee. I bring the cup close to my nose and breathe in the aromatic smell of the fresh coffee before taking another sip, it's so nice to enjoy the simple things in life.

After we pay the bill and leave a generous tip for the adorable curly haired waitress that was very pleasant, as always at Bistro 31, we head back to the car to make it to our appointment at Pink Toes Nail Bar Spa downtown for our mani/pedi and facial sessions. When we arrive, I'm treated to a massage that Jen had set up as a special surprise for me. I need it, I have been so tense for a while now.

The masseuse brings me back to a dim lit room and has me undress while she steps outside. I strip down, throw the soft white bath towel around me loosely, and lie down on the warm and flat massage bed in front of me. The lady steps back into the room shortly after and turns on soft, calming music. I close my eyes and she begins massaging my neck, shoulders and back, while I drift into a fantasy.

I see Adrian, sitting shirtless on the edge of a bed that's covered in nothing but tan colored sheets. His face in his hands, his elbows propped upon his knees. I walk up to him, dressed in a white lace cami and matching thongs. I have on a pair of stilettos that are white satin with red bottoms. The room is empty, sheer curtains flowing from the cool breeze of the tall open windows. Everything around us is in a blur, I see nothing but him and I. He looks up at me as I near.

I run both of my hands through his hair, my fingers slowly wrapping every curl. He closes his eyes from my caress. I gently, but meaningfully, grab the back of his hair in one of my fists and tilt his head back. I lean over him to place my lips on his neck, licking teasingly and nibbling at the nape. Kissing his skin, the smell of him swallows my breath, intoxicating and inviting. Not a word is spoken between us, the subtle sounds of wind pass by the windows, blowing the long curtains further into the room.

I pull my pure white thongs down my legs and over my feet, holding them in one hand. I crawl onto the bed, climbing behind him, facing his strong back. Placing my lips and tongue along his spine, I take my hands on each side of him and lead to grasping both of his arms, tracing his lean muscles with my fingertips. I bring his arms behind him and tie the thongs around his wrists, holding them together in place behind his back. I crouch down and kiss the inside of his hands, running my tongue inside of the palms and over the creases, down his fingers, wrapping my lips around his thumb and giving it a suck while my tongue smoothly swirls.

I scoot back, bringing him with me, laying him flat on his back on the bed. Hands tied, unable to have any control. I take my top off over my head and wrap it around his eyes to blindfold him. The cool air blowing in and the sight of Adrian hardens my nipples, I lean over his head from behind where I am sitting on my knees. I run my hand down his chest, my breasts sliding over his full lips. His hair tickling the middle of my stomach, so soft against my skin. I move my hand down further, bringing my face over his lower abdomen and mine hovering above his lips.

He kisses me, right above my pubic line. His kiss sends chills along my spine and my juices are fully flowing. My breasts rest on his mid torso as his kisses are gently placed on me. I tingle from his lips and move down further until I'm face to face with his zipper. I lean up, causing the lips of my pussy to land perfectly on his mouth. I undo his belt as I sink to his face, feeling his hot breath escape along my inner thighs. I let a slow breath out myself with the shock of pleasure rushing through my body.

I reach down to unzip his dark jeans, his white boxers peeking through. My hand helps itself inside, running it across the length of his hardened cock. The feel of it growing even bigger in my hand sends sensations throughout my veins, heating every vessel with arousal. He licks the inside of my pussy, sucking gently on the walls of my swollen lips. His tongue flicks across my clit from side to side then up and down the length of it. I feel weak from him tasting me.

I scoot his jeans and boxers out from under him as much as I can, bringing his dick out to a full standing position. The shaft erect, veins climbing to the top of his tightly bulging head. He shifts beneath me, squirming from my touch. I hear him moan from under my pussy, I begin to rock back and forth slowly as I lean over and begin wetting his beautiful cock with my mouth. The thrusts of my hips become stronger with each movement, burying his face in me. He can't move, his hands still behind his back as he lays there helpless, only his mouth to use on me. I run my hands over his sides as I sit up and grind down, then lean forward bringing my hands back to his hard cock and my lips wrapping around his balls with subtle sucks.

He groans with each suck, jerking and twitching as though the pleasure is overwhelming for him. I move my mouth back to his erection, looking like it is about to explode. I ride his face harder, my climax climbing quickly at this sight of him as his tongue violently thrusts inside of me and around my clit. My nails dig into his hips, I pull my body forward, exposing his face behind my ass, giving him a breath. We are both about to reach our peaks. I climb off of him and the bed.

Standing upright, I look at him lying there, blindfolded, face wet from my dripping pussy and his saliva, his cock throbbing and ready to release, his hands tied behind him exposing only his strong shoulders and upper arms. The curtains blow in with a gust of wind, I take a deep breath, his breathing is rapid and aching. I bend over to grab his belt, holding it above him, barely letting it touch his inner thighs and moving upwards. He shifts at the touch of the leather against his skin.

I climb over him facing his front, bring the belt up across his chest, his breaths getting heavier in and out. I slide one end of the belt under his neck, holding the other end, and bringing it around to where I have both ends in my fist and the middle of the belt around the back of his neck. Holding the belt in one hand, pulling on it, I sit on his stomach and grab his cock behind me while I grind in a circular motion on his abs. I do this until we are both about to come, I scoot back until his cock meets my pussy, sliding him inside of me with one hand while continuing to hold onto the belt that is wrapped behind his neck. I tighten the belt a little closer to his throat, without choking him, and thrust down onto his dick in a needy manner. I want every inch of him inside me. I want his hot cum to rush into me as it busts out of his head and fills me.

I grind down and rock as he moans loud with pleasure. My hips move back and forth, pushing him deeper inside of me, filling me. My breasts jump around, nipples erect and excited, preparing me for our mutual orgasm that is approaching. I feel my body tighten as I lower myself as far as I can get him into me, his body clenches beneath me. I pull on the belt and...

"Ms. Thorne?" The lady giving me the deep tissue massage steals me from my thoughts, leaving the orgasms hanging. I must have been really in it, because I forgot where I was for a moment.

"All finished." She says with a smile. "I'll let you get dressed, take your time, I'll meet you out front at the nail station.

I lift my head and nod at her. "Thank you" I push out before she goes out the door.

Damn, my fantasies took over once again, this has been happening for a long time, but it really has gotten more frequent since seeing Adrian that first time in the park. Each time is a different scenario, different place and positions and so on, and I notice that in them recently my control over him has been getting stronger. I can hardly wait to get a hold of him for real, my mind has been fucked enough, now it's time to put it into action.

I get up on all fours on the massage bed, stretching my back out before stepping onto the floor and standing upright. If I was a man, my hard on would be pointing straight forward right now. I grin to myself. Thank god us women don't show our arousal as plain as day, the masseuse would have been shocked, I'm sure. I chuckle and grab my clothes from the chair by the door.

After getting dressed, I glance in the mirror above the small porcelain sink in the room. My cheeks are somewhat flush. I turn the cool water water on and splash some on my face, grabbing a fresh hand towel to pat it dry, hoping to bring my blood back to a normal level after such a heated daydream. I slip on my flip flops, throw the towel on the counter, and take a deep breath before going out to the public of the place.