Vanilla Sex

"The Morning After"

Brad

"Well this was a first" He thought. Emma was out.  He gently untied her hands and legs and removed the gag ball.  She was going to kill him but that was ok.  It was probably nothing less then he deserved.  He was after all an asshole.  He had never denied that.   He picked up the comforter laying on the trunk in front of his bed and covered her with it and then ran into the living room for the rest of the bottle of scotch.  It was almost empty which was probably a good thing.  He brought the bottle to his lips and swallowed what was left.  Well he was still screwed.  Clearly Emma was not out of his system. 

"Fuck this shit."  He thought and stalked back into the bedroom.  He was too exhausted to think about what he was going to do.  If he was smart he would take her home and let her try to figure out what happen.  Her friends had definitely given her something and she might not even remember. 

Of course he was sure they were going to tell her something, so she would ultimately find him and demand to know what happen anyway.  So it was better to get this crap over with.  He climbed into bed and tugged her into his arms.  The influence of the scotch had him asleep in minutes.

<Several Hours Later>

Emma came awake slowly.  She felt warm all over.  She heard the crash of the waves on the beach.   She didn't remember much of last night.  She turned her head gingerly to the side.  Man her head was pounding.  There was an alarm clock on the nightstand.  The digital display read 12:10 pm in big bold red neon numbers and letters.    She touched her lips gingerly.  A dream, reality, she wasn't sure anymore.  She remembered Surly and Kingsley picking her up.  Hell, she remembered Kingsley giving her a drink.    He called his potion "Liquid Courage."  She was honest enough with herself to admit that she needed the fortification.    She remembered Kingsley and Surly bickering but honestly that was normally what they did.  She remembered a cowboy but it was weird.  She swore, she even remembered Brad the asshole being there.  He seemed a little pissed.  Hell, wait she remembered that some woman was sucking his dick in public.  Sad that he did not seem to be enjoy it.  Hell, if some guy were to go down on her, she would love it.  She vaguely remembered being blindfold and tied to a bed but that could have been her overactive dreams.   She also seemed to recall Brad insisting on treating her like a friend.  She had this vision in her head of practically undressing and touching herself in front of him.  Lol, yep if only she thought.  Lord she would love to get one up on him. 

            Just then she felt a rough palm slide up her rib cage and cup her breast.

"Hmm do you want breakfast or more sex?"  The voice sent tingles down her spine.

"Personally, I am fine with either option." He added as he tweaked her nipple causing heat to pool in her middle.

"Oh God, maybe it wasn't a dream" She silently said.

"Brad"

"Hmm?"

Emma groaned in closed her eyes.  Why couldn't she hook up with a random stranger?  Why couldn't she sneak out the damn door?  Act like this never happen? Why could nothing ever go the way she planned?  She wanted to jump out of the bed and grab her clothes.  Of course she had no idea where her clothes were and jumping out of bed would be a little hard to do as his leg was literally keeping her bottom half hostage.

"Get your leg off me."

"Okay, so not in a good mood.  Breakfast it is."  Brad said.  Of course the dick couldn't leave it there.  No he had to trial his hand back down to her damn sex and start fingering her.

Of course, her stupid body had to react to his damn touch and grow all warm and heavenly.  He always knew just how to touch her. She buried her head in the pillow to stifle the groan that was fighting to get out.

He kissed her neck and slowly got out of bed.  He tugged on a pair of running shorts.  Fucking in commando, this must be a new form of torture: temp your ex with that hot bod and made sure she knew there were no undergarments.  All of a sudden he reached out and slapped her ass.  She jumped in surprise.

"Rise and shine sunshine, I expect your exceptional fine ass in my kitchen in five minutes."  He rumbled as he walked out the bedroom door.

"Five whole minutes."  She thought gleefully.  Yes, she was being sarcastic.

"Fuck" She needed to find her clothes and purse and get the hell out of dodge. 

A glanced around the room did not turn up her stuff. 

"Fine" She muttered to herself and walked over to his dresser and started yanking open draws.  She was intentionally the opposite of neat and quite.  When she yanked on one of the draws it came out and landed on the floor with a thud.   Just to prove how low she sunk there was a part of her that literally wanted to jump on the clothes, okay pee on them.  It was tempting.  Yeah she was that piss with him.  She did manage to reframe herself from that act because honestly it was debasing and she would never be able to live with herself.  Plus dogs did that to mark their territory and Brad was definitely not hers. 

She finally found a shirt and tugged it on.  She walked into the kitchen humming that Taylor Swift song "We are never ever getting back together."

It was to remind her that they were literally never getting back together.