The Rose Collection (18+)

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02 | games (M)

I don’t care for a lot of things in this world, but my boyfriend of three years is definitely one of the things I do care about. Devin is my best friend and with him, I can truly be myself.

He takes away all of my inhibitions and makes me feel like the best version of myself. I can stuff my face with pasta, sauce dribbling down my chin and onto my clothes, and he’d still think I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

At the market, I’m on the tail end of the trolley while he’s blazing down the cereal aisle, earning bothered glares and the occasional snicker from those passing by.

Not only is he goofy, but he’s smart and a charmer if I ever met one. In University, he received some of the best grades out of the entire class and when he wasn’t busy with his own review, he’d be in my dorm helping me — the slacker.

Truth be told, I knew the material like the back of my hand, but I was desperate to spend time with him. I fell hard and fast and I was too scared to admit it. It wasn’t long until he caught on, but I am thankful that he did.

Bringing him home to meet my parents was one of my proudest moments. He and my father hit it off, and if my mother’s winks across the table and not-so-subtle offers to keep feeding him were anything to go by, I’d say they too got on pretty well.

Having someone like him on my arm, to be able to say Devin is the one who has my heart is like winning a trophy at the World Cup. Scoring the winning touchdown in the Superbowl. I was the champion, the lucky one, and without a doubt, I was — no, am. I am completely and utterly in love with this man.

Like any relationship, we’ve had our ups and downs. He’d never let me go to bed upset and I’d never let him storm out when things got rough. We’d stay up no matter how long it took until whatever problem we had was solved.

However, I’ve been facing an everlasting problem and I am not sure how to go about it without sounding like a needy girlfriend. The thing is, he’s been working a lot more than usual. For the last two and a half weeks, I’ve slept alone because he refuses to come to bed.

He’s been so caught up in a recent work project and I can’t help but feel neglected. I’m normally very supportive of his work, and he is amazing at what he does, but god is that all he ever does these days.

Work.

He comes home, and like a loaded spring, I jump from our bed to greet him at the door, but by the time I reach the living room, he’s loosening his tie to get ready at his desk for another late night.

I don’t even get a kiss hello, just a halfhearted “Hi sweetheart,” and he’s swiveling back around in his computer chair. I just wish he’d take a break and let himself unwind.

Maybe what he needed was a little encouragement.

⟷⟷⟷⟷

It was Saturday night which meant tonight was a great opportunity for a reboot. Devin wanted to stay in and order food, but that was not an option. I proposed we go out to a club and I was ecstatic when he agreed to go, especially considering his otherwise grumpy mood just a little while before.

In the bathroom, I was having the most difficult time trying to zip up the rest of the tiny black dress I slipped into. I wore it the first time he and I ever went out and he loved it.

The way the lacy fabric clung to my petite curves was definitely a head turner, but I must have eaten a lot of chips on my lonely nights instead of cuddling my man, because suddenly the dress feels one size too small.

“... I need your help!” I call out hesitantly.

My plan was to walk out and surprise him, but my hungry ass prevented that from happening.

“Whoa..”

Devin entered the bathroom and stood before me, mouth agape and as if it were the first time. I felt my face heat under his gaze.

“You look incredible. Is that the dress?” he asks.

I nod in response.

Without saying another word, he steps behind me and drags the zipper the rest of the way with ease. I watch him in the mirror and he looks just as good. He wore black jeans with a black button up folded at the elbows to match. His hair was perfectly messy and sexy.

The idea of staying home sounded more tempting by the second.

“Thank you,” I say.

“Let’s get going before this place gets too crowded, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I smile, taking his hand as we leave the bathroom together.

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Music blasting, bodies sweating and swaying to the rhythm of the funky beat being cranked out by the DJ. This place was on fire and I’ll admit that it’d been a while since Devin and I have been out; nevertheless I was excited to get dancing, but first, a drink.

The two of us, hand in hand, make a beeline for the bar stools. “Rum and coke, please,” I shout to the bartender.

Devin sits, ordering a straight vodka and I peer over at him in shock. No chaser. He must be seriously worked up to drink like that.

“Hey,” I murmur, stepping in between his legs and wrapping my arms around his neck. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He wrinkles his nose in response, taking a long swig of the clear liquid.

“Baby...”

He sighs. “Adrianna, it’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“But you know I’ll worry anyway,” I say, pressing my forehead to his.

“Just don’t,” he says, in an unusually laconic way.

“I’ll stop worrying when you smile. Dance with me.” I continue, despite his last comment.

“Not right now.”

“Are you seriously going to mope the entire night? When you agreed to come out, I thought it would be fun!” I snap, patience beginning to grow thin.

He completely ignores me, turning to the bartender for a refill on his drink.

“Okay then.”

I heaved a frustrated sigh, giving him one last look before shuffling off to the dance floor. It wouldn’t be the same without him, but I at least wanted to try to have a good time while I was here.

The fast tempo rhythm soon evened out into a slow and sensual beat. As the music flowed, my hips moved on their own accord. Losing myself, my eyes fluttered closed and my hands found my hair.

Upon feeling a pair of hands on my waist from behind, I smirked to myself. Devin finally came to his senses.

Taking advantage of our position, I rocked my hips back and forth, grinding to the rhythm right where it counted.

But it was when the groan I received in response sounded an octave higher than what I was used to, I snapped out of my daze.

That was not my boyfriend.

I ripped the stranger’s hands from my waist and came face to face with probably the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. However, his looks didn’t distract me for long.

“Who the hell are you?!” I shout.

“I’m Max. What’s the matter, sweetheart? I thought we were getting on fine,” the stranger answers, holding up his hands in defense.

Before I could reply, a rather livid Devin came pushing through the crowd. His narrowed eyes bore right into my soul and I knew I just may have fucked up. I didn’t dare look away from him as he came within feet of me and Max.

“We’re leaving. Now,” he tells me.

I didn’t argue. Pushing past the other guy, he pulls me by the hand through dozens of people and out into the cool air of the dark night.

“Wait!” I protest, tugging back at his hand.

At this stage, he should have just carried me out of the club because I could barely keep up with his brisk pace on my own two feet.

He finally relents, turning to face me and I was taken aback at the sight before me. His hair was a mess probably from his hands being run through it so often.

The thing that surprised me the most, though, was the way his eyes seemed to have darkened.

It was pretty dim lit, if lit at all inside the club, but under the lone street light illuminating our figures, I noticed how the brown of his irises were almost completely blown out.

Was he... turned on right now?

“D-”

"What the hell kind of game are you playing?” he demands.

“I’m not playing any games! What you saw-”

“Was my girl dancing with another guy. What I saw was you...” he pauses, roughly palming my ass with both of his hands.

“Shaking this little ass of yours on another guy.”

I drop my head, looking at my feet.

“Devin...”

“Let me ask you something, Adri,” he says, lifting my chin with a finger.

“Do you think that’s acceptable?”

I shake my head no.

“Use your words.”

“N-”

Before I could get the rest of the word out, I was silenced by his lips. The kiss was anything but gentle; his lips on mine were hard and demanding.

I raise my hands to grab his neck, but he swats them away.

“Uh-uh,” he mumbles.

I was breathless and mildly confused when he abruptly pulled away from me, a pained expression taking over his face.

Before I could ask what’s wrong, he was once again taking my hand and leading me to the car.

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Back home, Devin didn’t say a word to me aside from telling me to wait for him in our bedroom. My foot tapped a mile a minute as I sat on the edge of our mattress.

He was gone for almost an hour.

“What the hell is he doing??”

Right on cue, however, he enters the room, his face stoic but a blazing fire in his eyes. He stood by the door, analyzing my every fidget.

I opened my mouth to speak, but instantly shut it as I watched his next move. He leisurely undid the buttons of his shirt and shouldered it off, eyeing me the entire time. His porcelain skin was gorgeous under the warm, artificial light.

“Why don’t you take off that dress.”

His tone was questioning but I knew he wasn’t asking.

With nervous but excitedly trembling fingers I peeled the thin straps off my shoulders and let the zip down, allowing the fabric to slide off my body. I was bare except for a pair of white lace panties adorned with a bow.

Devin walked toward the bed, firmly grabbing hold of my face. His lips brushed against mine once, twice, driving me absolutely mad before he spoke again.

“Lay back.”

I obey and sink into the soft mattress. With his knees on either side of my body, he hovers for a moment.

Slowly unthreading his thick black belt from his jeans that were still on, he takes my hands and bonds them to the headboard.

Fuck.

What was he going to do to me? I was scared. Scared and extremely turned on. He never took on such a dominant role when we were in bed but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make arousal flow from me like a river.

My breath hitched when he lowered his head, leaving kisses along the column of my throat. But I lost all resolve when his mouth covered one of my nipples. He hadn’t touched me like this in weeks.

I could’ve come - and nearly did - when his hand traveled south and brushed over my clit. It felt so fucking good. I arched into him wanting more attention.

“Devin...”

In response his teeth clamp down on my sensitive peak, making me whimper. The coarse inside of the leather belt bit my wrists as I pulled against it.

“Go on. I know what you want, but I wanna hear you beg for it.”

“Please baby, I need you. I-I need to feel you. Please fuck me already.”

He too seemed to lose all resolve, angrily taking his cock out from the front of his jeans.

All it takes is a second for him to push my panties aside and plunge into me, so hard, so deep. Our groans of pleasure synced.

His hips repeatedly slam into me, each thrust determined and harder than the last. Wild moans of delight fly free from my mouth as he edges me closer and closer to the peak.

“You like that don’t you?”

“Y-yes! Oh my god, yes.”

Devin moves at an impeccable speed, one I just can’t handle. I scream and cry out, my body writhing uncontrollably, but he’s far from over.

One of his strong hands grips the back of my left leg, bending it at the knee toward my chest.

“You’re mine, Adri. Say it.”

“I- I’m....fuck! I’m yours.”

“That ass is mine. This pussy. Is mine.”

He leans forward to claim my lips in a gentle, passionate kiss despite the contrasting dangerous force of his hips.

There was no way I could last another second. I quivered and tightly clenched around him, gasping for air.

“That’s my girl, come on.”

“Devin! Oh my god... AH! My god!”

He quickly follows behind, collapsing onto me. We’re a heap of tangled limbs and harsh breaths. Tiny bursts of white light shine behind my eyelids as he languidly kisses me over and over.

From his mouth came a dozen whispered apologies as he undoes the knot of the belt around my hands. He holds them, kissing from my wrists and out to my finger tips. Each and every one.

For a while I said nothing because I couldn’t come up with anything that wouldn’t be an incoherent slur of words. He turned my brain into mush.

But I really wanted to know where that came from, and thankfully I didn’t have to wait too long to hear about it.

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Being utterly spent, Devin carries me to the bathroom where we share a bath. He sponges my back with warm, soapy water before moving to my chest. His hands glide in between the peaks and tenderly caressed the valleys.

“I’ve missed you... more than anything,” he whispers.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“My pride got the best of me. I didn’t want you to know I wasn’t doing as well as I wanted to at work.”

I lay my head against his chest, sighing.

“But isn’t that what relationships thrive on? Communication? Instead you bottled everything up and let it stress you out to no end.”

“I know, and I won’t let that happen again, cause the last thing I want is to put distance between us. You’re everything to me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Always will.”

He sets the sponge on the rim of the tub. “It’s just- my new boss is a jackass.”

“What happened?”

“After almost 2 months drawing up the prints for the new office, he tosses them out like it’s nothing. He’s never pleased with anything I do and I’ve felt incompetent.”

I take his hand and give it a comforting squeeze.

“What you planned to do with that garden was beautiful. I peeked at the prints and they’re amazing. You know what?”

“What?”

“Fuck your boss, cause you’re the best damn landscape architect this city has.”

He hums. “Well, I did practically rebuild our house.”

“Yes.” I turn my head slightly to meet his lips.

“And you looked sexy as hell doing it, turning this place into our dream home.”

Feeling him laugh against me made my insides flood with the warmth of love. God how I missed this man.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, thanks to you... oh, and I’m sorry about your hands and the belt.”

His face reddened as his lips quirked into a sheepish grin. My own cheeks heat, remembering how intense he’d been with me. If I’m being honest, I loved it. I wanted him to tie me up and take me like that again as soon as possible!

“Don’t be sorry, it was fun. I like stressed out Devin... in bed at least.”

We both laugh and he secures his arms tightly around me, lovingly kissing my cheeks.

“Well in that case, let’s go again.”

Without warning he lifts me from the tub, water sloshing around and wetting the floors. The last thing I expected was for him to deliver right away.

“Wait! We haven’t even finished our bath!”

“We can take another one later.”

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