Bed Of Thornes

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Chapter Eight

My alarm wakes me up bright and early, not caring that I didn't sleep well last night. I slowly drag myself out of bed, knowing I have a lot to take care of today. I call Jenna after I shower, dress, and eat something. She's picking me up on the way to work this morning, and then we're going to look at my car. She pulls up and honks, I run out the door; feeling like I'm forgetting something.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Her smile's bright.

“Morning. Can we stop and get some coffee?” I ask as I slide on my sunglasses.

She snickers, “Of course we can. Rough night?”

“Yeah.” I lay back in the seat of her car.

“Good or bad rough?”

“Good while Adrian was there. Not-so-great when the time came for me to get some sleep, I tossed and turned all night. My mind just didn't want to shut down.”

“What is it on your mind that kept you up?”

“Everything. I mean, my life has literally taken a complete turn recently. I can't seem to concentrate on work like I need to. It's just that so much is happening all at once, I don't know, it's like I'm spinning out of control.”

“You need to take a break. You've been through a lot in the last week, I think you're being too hard on yourself.”

“I don't have time for a break. That's the problem.” I sigh.

“Well, once you get the Triple R's out of the way, you need to make time before you drive yourself into the ground.”

I nod. “Always looking out for my best interest.” I give her a half smile and she smiles back.

We stop at Bistro 31 to get our coffees and head to the gallery.

I'm standing in the studio with music playing in the background, staring at the blank canvas that's in front of me. I pull out my phone and send a text to Adrian.

'You working today?'

He replies a moment later. 'Yeah. What's up?'

'The next break you have, come see me at the gallery.'

'Something wrong?'

'No, just come see me. I'll be in the back most of the day.'

'Yes, ma'am.'

I roll my eyes at his response and chuckle. He would call me ma'am.

I get to work, painting a peaceful meadow that's wide open and free of worry. There's a stunning lady in white kneeling down, her hand grazing the weeds. I can feel her breathing in the clean air, filling her lungs and releasing all of her cares as she watches them float away. I briefly close my eyes, picturing myself in the painting, wishing I was there right now to escape from everything around me. I put the finishing touches to my work of art, pouring my heart into every last drop of paint that touches the canvas. I step back and stare into the world I just created, it's captivating. I envy her, the lady in white.

There's a tap on the door and I snap back to reality. I answer it and Adrian looks up at me, smiling. I waste no time. I grab his shirt, pulling him inside, and swing the door closed behind us. He's instantly in my embrace, kissing each other with desperate passion. We don't say a word, we just start undressing. There's a small sofa I have pushed up against the wall, I look over at it and back at Adrian. He grins and we agree with our eyes.

I walk over to the sofa, naked from head to toe, and bend over the arm of it. He walks up behind me, and runs his hands up my spine to my neck, caressing me deeply. It feels so good, his hands massaging out the kinks. He brings his hands back to my ass and doesn't hesitate to slide inside, his cock fully rock hard and ready to fill me. I let out a moan, the sensation bursting from my pussy to every end of my body. Damn I needed this, to feel him inside, I crave this feeling all day. He pumps in and out, hard, giving me all of his frustrations from last night. I know he wanted to stay and I know it had him fucked up that I didn't allow him to. He continues to take it out on me, showing me how it made him feel. I cry out with pleasure, every stroke deeper than the last, my body jolting forward. I lean up and pull forward until his dick falls out of my wet pussy. I turn around to face him and put one hand on his cock and one hand on his throat.

“You're mad? Fuck me like you mean it because I don't believe you.” I squeeze his throat just enough to let him know I still have control.

He grabs onto both of my wrists, one at his throat and one on his hard cock, and pull my arms down to put my hands under my ass. He opens my legs and leans me back, my ass propped on the arm of the sofa, bringing my pussy up in the air. He grabs my thighs and pushes my legs upwards, over his shoulders. He slaps his dick onto my clit, and beats it until I almost burst. His cock suddenly thrusts deep into me, making me scream out. His hands tighten their grip on my hips, he pulls me against him as he pushes into me. He slams again and again, slapping our skin together violently.

He leans forward, grabbing my bouncing breasts. I climax instantly, thrown into convulsions as I reach my intense orgasm. My heels dig into his back and my pussy snaps against the stiffness of his cock. He lets out a loud moan and releases his come, his head pulsating and shaft throbbing inside of my walls. Sweat drips from his face down onto me. He looks at me, letting out all his anger along with his orgasm. He leans up and pulls out. I sit up straight on the sofa arm. He grabs his clothes from the floor and quickly dresses. I just watch and he catches me staring.

“Satisfied?” He asks in a cocky way.

“Very. You?” I smile at him.

“I've got to get back to work.” He picks up his wallet from the floor and slides it in his back pocket.

My smile disappears. His demeanor is heavy and short with me.

“Okay . . . I'll call you later?” I ask, not knowing what else to say.

“Cool.” He nods once at me then leaves without another glance my way.

Shit, I must have really struck a nerve with him last night. I feel awkward, like he only wanted to prove his point. It's not what I was hoping for when he came to see me this afternoon. My satisfaction quickly disapates and I'm ready to leave, I can't work feeling this way. I get dressed and shut everything down in my studio, locking up the door and heading to the front to see if Jenna's ready to go to the shop.

“Hey.” I say to her with a grim look on my face.

“Hey. What was up with Adrian? He didn't have much to say to me when he came in. Is everything all right?”

I shrug. “I don't even know. You ready to go look at this car?” I change the tone of the conversation.

“Sure, let me shut down the computer and grab my keys and I'll be ready.”

Damn it. That's what I forgot when I left the house this morning, my laptop. I was going to bring it so I could check on the emails periodically. I really want to know what I can find out about the mystery sender of the gift I received the other day. I'll just check on my phone when I get the time. I normally don't like logging into my accounts on my phone, just in case I lose it, therefore I'd rather use my laptop. I can't wait to find out though, and it'll probably be a while before I head home today.

“Ready?” Jenna asks with keys in hand.

“As ever.” I reply.

We head out the front door. I've been anxious to see the car since the accident, it feels like it's been much longer than it actually has. I can't imagine seeing it completely totaled, I hope it's not that bad. My mom still doesn't know any details about it, I'd like to keep it that way. Whatever needs fixed on it, I'll get it done before she ever finds out. I'm sure it'll cost a pretty penny, restoring such a classic isn't cheap.

We pull up to the shop the car has been at since Friday morning and we both get out to walk up to the main office. We get to the door and walk inside. The grease smell over-powers the air around us. There's no one at the front desk, so I ring the bell to get someone's attention from the back. Through the glass I can see a couple of young mechanics, who's working on an extended cab truck, look up when the bell chimes. The door on the side swings open and an older man with grungy clothing walks in.

“Can I help you?” He asks, looking us up and down.

“Yes. My car, it was brought here this past Friday . . . I was wondering if I could take a look at it and see what needs fixing so I can get it back on the road soon.”

He smiles. “You must be Ms. Thorne?”

I nod.

He continues, “You're a lucky lady, being through such an accident and standing here today . . . follow me.”

He leads us through the side door and we walk past the working mechanics, ending up in the garage at the back of the shop. The man turns on the lights, they flicker for a second until they brightly shine onto the vehicles parked inside. I look over and see it sitting there, sparkling as though it's been recently washed and waxed.

“How . . .” I start to ask, but my words trail off and I quickly walk over to get a closer look at it.

Jenna follows me, finishing my thoughts, “How is this possible?” She asks.

The man is close behind and steps beside the car. “She's a beauty.”

My jaw finally retreats to normal position. “I don't understand. This car had to have been banged up, if not destroyed. How am I looking at it in pristine condition right now? I haven't given permission to have it fixed, not even knowing what the damages were or what this is going to cost me.”

The man chuckles a bit. “Well like I said, you're a lucky lady, Ms. Thorne. You wouldn't have wanted to see it the way it was when it was brought here. Now all you have to do is drive this classy lady out of here.”

“I'm confused. You fixed it, don't I owe you the bill?” I ask him, almost frustrated from wondering what the hell happened.

“The bill's been covered, a gentleman took care of it early this morning. The same gentleman that brought the car in and gave us the go-ahead to do whatever was needed to have it back in running order, as well as all cosmetic fixes. He said he owed you.” The man shrugs and holds up the keys in front of me.

I hesitantly take the keys from him and look over at Jenna, who looks as baffled as I do. I stop to ponder on who would think they owe me. This can't be Adrian, what would he owe me? My male friends that come to mind don't even know about my accident, and even if any of them did, they wouldn't have a reason to do this. My mind is going in circles, I can't find the answer and won't accept not knowing. I have to thank whoever did this, it's too much.

Jenna steps forward. “Sir, do you have the name of the man that did all of this?”

The man rubs his chin. “I was requested to not give out any information.”

“It's my property, how can you not tell me who had this done to my car?” I ask.

He takes his hand down from his chin and places it on the hood of the car. “You didn't hear it from me . . . the good deed comes from a man by the last name Clayton.”

“No way. Mr. Clayton did this?” I breathe out, shocked. I look at Jenna.

“Isn't Mr. Clayton a client of yours?” She asks.

“Uh, yeah . . . he's more than just a client.” I pause, trying to wrap my thoughts around the fact that he did all of this for me.

“Wait . . . what?” Jenna asks, her face tilted in curiosity.

“Jen, he was the one I got into the accident with that morning, the one I was rushing to work to meet with, and the doctor that was there to care for me at the hospital.”

“Holy fuck.” She looks like she's been hit with something. “That's got to be the wildest coincidental sequence of events I've ever heard.”

“No shit.” My hand goes from my forehead to over my mouth. “I can't believe this, that he would go this far. I know he feels guilty, but he didn't have to do this. I haven't even talked to him since I left the hospital.”

The man interrupts us by clearing his throat, “Well ladies, I have to get back to work. Let me know if I can help with anything else. You two have a nice day.” He starts to walk away. “Oh . . .” He stops and turns towards us. “Fate is a mystery, but there's a reason for everything.” He tips his head and smiles before pressing the garage door opener and exiting.

The garage door loudly opens and the sun brightly shines as it rises to expose the outside. Fate? I think to myself. I shake it off and turn to face Jenna, who's still flabbergasted at everything she found out and what just happened. I grab her arm and look directly into her face.

“Ready to go?” I ask her, snapping her back to reality.

“Yeah . . . I'll meet you?”

“Meet me at the Bistro, we'll have some lunch and I'll explain more.”

“Please.” She says and turns to walk back to her car.

I open the door of my car and look inside. This is crazy. I sit down and start the engine, it sounds even better than before the accident. I place both of my hands on the steering wheel and put my head down for a moment, taking it all in. I sit up and put the car in reverse to back out of the garage. I have to thank him, maybe I'll call him after lunch. I meet up with Jenna at Bistro 31 and we choose an outside table with an umbrella that's blocking the sun from our faces. We don't say much at first, both of us still too busy thinking. After a few moments, Jen puts her menu down and looks at me like she's trying to figure me out or something. I lower my menu to meet with her eyes that are burning into me.

“You never told me the details about the accident. What's the deal with this Mr. Clayton? Dr. Clayton for that matter.” She questions.

The waiter walks over to take our drink orders and lets us know she'll be back for our meal orders shortly. I look back at Jenna and explain everything. I'm sure to not leave out anything. The waiter brings our drinks about half way into the middle of my explanation. By the time I get through the whole ordeal, our food is on the table. Jenna kept silent the entire time I told her from the beginning of that day to the end. She waited until I finished to make sense of anything left unanswered.

“So, this doctor guy . . . do you think he has feelings for you?”

“What? No, why?” I ask, never really thinking of it that way before.

“I don't know, Ronni, it just sounds like he's doing this for more reasons than feeling guilty. I think he's into you.”

I stop and suddenly feel ashamed that I hadn't already noticed the possibility. Adrian instantly hits my thoughts. I don't want him to know about any of this, it's just too awkward.


I drive home, still pondering on how to approach Mr. Clayton about what he did for me. I'm not sure how to feel about it all. I get inside and head straight for my laptop, I didn't bother with my email on my phone since I had so much on my mind once we got to the car shop. I turn it on and check my phone while I wait for it to boot. No calls or texts from Adrian. I briefly think back on our meet and fuck today in the studio. As soon as the screen finishes loading, I click on the email icon and wait for it to bring up any new messages. As I delete the junk, I run into what I've been waiting on, a message from a local shop that I emailed. I click it open, hoping to find something out.

Ms. Thorne,

Thank you for contacting us concerning the gift you received. After looking into our recent records, we have found a similar item to what you described of the personalized paint brushes, which shows that they were purchased by the last name Clayton. At this time, that is the only information that we are allowed to disclose without you coming into the shop. Please contact us if you need further help.

I don't need any more than that. What's the deal? First he rescues me from the accident and rushes to the hospital to care for me, then he completely restores the car, and now I find out the paint brushes are from him as well! I don't know, maybe Jenna is right. This can't keep happening. I know he feels guilty, but he's done enough, and if there's more to it than that . . . well . . . I just can't let that happen, period.

I text Jenna to let her in on what's going on, to see what advice she can give me on how to confront Mr. Clayton. She basically tells me to be straight-forward about it all and see what he says. I don't have time for this. All I can think about is Adrian. Why is he acting so cold towards me today? It couldn't be because of last night, it wasn't that serious. I mean, sure he wanted to stay, but is it really that big of a deal? I hope something else isn't bothering him that I don't know about. I re-think the act of calling Mr. Clayton right now, I'm not ready for that. Instead I pick up my phone and dial Adrian's number.

“Hello?” He answers after the third ring.

“Hey, are you busy?”

“I'm getting ready to head to my boy's house to rehearse for a show I have coming up. Why, what's up?”

“Oh . . . nothing . . . just wanted to see if you had a moment to talk, but if you're busy . . .”

“Talk about what?” He asks with a tone that still isn't as warm as before.

“Are you all right, Adrian?”

“I'm good.”

I roll my eyes to myself. “No, I mean, is something bothering you? Something that you're not telling me?”

“Like I said, I'm good. Just a lot on my mind lately. Nothing that I can pin point to tell you, but it's all cool. You all right?” His voice starts to warm just enough for me to feel like maybe my mind has been tripping for no reason.

“I'm okay. Have thought about you a lot today. Was hoping to spend some time tonight, but I understand you have things to do, so it's cool.”

“I can always come over afterwards, if you'll be up.”

“What time do you think you'll be done?”

“It's hard to say exactly, maybe around midnight.”

“Okay, that sounds good, would love to see you.”

“You got it, I'll text when I'm on my way.” I can envision his wink, my hormones instantly rage at the thought of it.

I'm glad he didn't ask about the car. I need to think of something to tell him so he doesn't get upset all over again, thinking something he doesn't need to. Apparently it doesn't take much to make him feel some type of way. That's not good with what we have going on. He might not last long in this sort of agreement. I think his feelings get hurt too easily, or he's attached in a way he shouldn't be. Either way, I'm not going to dwell on it, I'm just trying to enjoy it to the fullest. Like Jenna says, less worrying and more fun.

While waiting for Adrian, I take time to get a few things done for the last couple projects I have left to complete for the Triple R's. Those are coming up in a short time from now, I'll be happy when they're over. I love what I do, but at this point in my life, the added stress of pleasing others is not working so well for me. Unless, of course, it's Adrian I'm pleasing, I can handle any time. A smile erupts on my face and I bite my lip at the visual of him coming to mind. Damn, he's so sexy, I could never get tired of looking at him. An idea comes to mind, maybe he'll let me paint him. That would be the perfect stress relief. To paint something that I enjoy and that makes me feel the way he does, it's exactly what I need. The combination of passions could do me a lot of good. Plus, it'd be a way of exploring his body in a whole new light. I may just mention this to him when he comes tonight. Well, I might make him come first, then talk.


I get the text that he's on the way, it's eleven fifty nine. He's early. I snicker to myself. I take a glance in the mirror before heading downstairs to wait for him to arrive. I text telling him to come right in when he gets here. I unlock the door and go to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine. As I reach up for the glasses, I hear the door. I turn around and see him walking in. With a tired look on his face, he lays his keys on the stand by the door and looks up at me through the hall where I'm standing, staring at him. I smile and blush before turning back to grab the wine glasses to bring into the living room. I set everything down on the coffee table and sit on the couch, patting on the cushion next to me to let him know he can have a seat. We haven't said a word to each other yet, but the way we greeted one another with our eyes was enough. I open the bottle of wine and pour two glasses and hand one to him, taking a sip of my own. His eyes are locked on me. I decide whether I should speak or just show him how much I've thought of him all day.

Without a word, I lay back on the couch so I can untie my peach colored silk robe, exposing my naked body underneath. I sit up and lean closer to him, pulling at his shirt to let him know I want him to join. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. Before I can catch my breath, we're both completely naked, fucking on the couch. His kisses are deep and his penetration feels more full than usual. My body is in ecstasy. I'm holding his arms, pinning them to the cushions. Sitting upright and facing him, I want to fuck him until his warm come is covering the inside of my throbbing pussy. His cock, like smooth velvet, the feel of it glides deep inside and I moan while clenching onto his hair with both hands. I want more, I want him to give me more. I stand up, both of us breathing heavily, aching to release.

“Come with me.”

I lead him upstairs and open the door at the end of the hall. It's a small room, one that nobody ever goes into. It's been a while since I've been in here myself. I turn on the light and walk in, bringing him with me. The room is dimly lit, the colors are of earth tones. On one end, there sits a tall dresser that holds the finest toys money can buy. On the other end, a bench made for positioning. Above us, ropes dangle from a stablilized bar located directly in the center of the room. No beds, only pillows piled around the floor and a long table in the middle that sits under the bar that's above.

I watch Adrian as he looks over the room, taking it all in. There's a bit of fear, excitement, and shock in his expression. My pussy feels like a kid in a candy store, I want it all. It's time to show him the part of me he's been asking to get to know . . . the real me.

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