The Rebound

Olivia

Tiana

We eat our breakfast in silence. I guess we were both starving... after all that s*x. Once we were done eating, I offered to help him wash the dishes.

“So… the girl who gave you those boxers… is she the reason you got drunk in Vegas?” I asked him, my eyes fully concentrating on the plate that I was washing. After I saw the clothes and the photo upstairs, I couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes -- Olivia. She’s my ex. We were together for 3 years. I proposed to her a couple of months back and she said no. That night in Vegas, a friend of mine sent me a photo of her in New York… she was with somebody else.” He explains.

“I’m sorry, Bryce. I shouldn’t have asked.” I tell him, never looking up from the clean plate that I was scrubbing endlessly.

He chuckles, as his finger lifts up my chin to make me face him. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Besides… if that didn’t happen… we won’t be having as much fun as we are having right now, right?”

I nod and he kisses the top of my head. We finish washing and putting back the dishes.

“So what do we do now?” I ask. “Can you give me a tour of your house?”

“Later, baby. How about we just snuggle in the couch for now?” He says, pulling me with him to the couch. “I promise I’ll give you a tour of the house… and I’ll make you come in every single room.” He adds smirking.

So here we are… Bryce lying down in the couch, his eyes closed. His arm supporting my head as I snuggled in his chest… our arms around each other.

To be honest, I never imagined Mr. Bryce Andrews to be someone who enjoyed snuggling. But I must say, it felt really nice. I knew though that I shouldn’t expect anything from him other than s*x… especially after he just revealed that he asked his ex to marry him just a few months ago. Well, that explains the ring! So that means he must have really loved her. And obviously, he wasn’t over her… given that he got so wasted in Vegas. Besides, I knew I needed to sort out my own feelings about Bryan as well. I mean, we just broke up. And it wasn’t a simple relationship… it was 8 years of our lives that we spent together.

I was starting to feel miserable about it, so I decided to shake it off. I decide to enjoy the weekend with Bryce and deal with everything else after. I removed myself from Bryce’s arms, grabbed my phone from the coffee table and showed him Camila’s message with the photo she took of us. She sent it to me this morning.  

Hey Tiana. Hope you enjoyed your “business thing” last night with Bryce. You guys look amazing together. I’ll see you soon. XOXO, Camila

He grabs my hand and pulls my phone closer to his face. “Well, she’s right… we do look good together.” He says, as his smiles.

“We do.” I smile as I find my way back into his arms.

“By the way, what’s this about Jules and Camila calling you Tiana?” He asks.

“My friends call me Tiana.” I smirk.

“And I’m not your friend?” He looks at me, his eyebrows arched.

“Are we friends?” I arched my eyebrows right back at him.

“Well, technically… we’re still husband and wife.” He chuckles. “But I think we are friends, Tiana. I’d like to think so.”

“Friends that f**k?” I quipped.

That gets him sitting up. He looks at me seriously. “Look Tiana. I enjoy your company… I really do. And I sure as hell like having s*x with you. I thought you did too.” He pauses, before he continues. “But I don’t know you. I think I’d like to get to know you more though. But I don’t even know how old you are… or what you do for a living. And besides, we both just got out of relationships. I don’t feel comfortable about anything other than being friends with you for now. But I really want to get to know you…”

I know he was right. Other than how good we feel together, we really don’t know anything about each other. I honestly don’t even know why I said that.  

“28. Interior Designer.” I tell him. “I’m sorry, Bryce. Forget I said anything. And I do… I do enjoy your company and I sure as hell love the s*x. And I would like to spend the weekend here doing just that.” I lean over and give him a quick peck on the lips.

I honestly felt scared that he might ask me to leave. My breath stops during the few seconds that he looks at me straight in the eyes…. Trying to read me.

I breathe a sigh of relief when he smiles and says, “32. CEO of Andrews Estates. So you’re an interior designer… that explains the fascination for my house.”

“I design retail spaces for Studio 511. But the fascination stems from the fact that my Dad was an architect...” I explain to him, before he interrupts me.

“Wait. You’re Robert Walsh’s daughter?”

“The one and only. Did you know my Dad?”

“Amazing. I met him once. He had a lecture at our university. I took up architecture. And he’s sort of like my inspiration.” He proudly says. “I always hoped he’d design my forever home for me. I’m sorry for your loss, Tiana.”

“Thank you for admiring my Dad.” I give him a hug. “So did you design this house yourself?”

“Yes, I did.” He smiles proudly.

“It’s beautiful, Bryce. I think my Dad would have approved.” I tell him with a smile.

Well, I guess that removed the awkwardness between us because he pulled me up from the couch. “C’mon, the tour starts now. I’ll show you my favorite room in the house.” He says, as he holds my hand. “And I’ve never had s*x there…. So we can christen it.” He adds, winking at me.

I giggled as I followed him to the basement. He opens the door to one of the rooms. The first thing I see is the huge glass wall.

“Is that the pool?” I ask.

“Yup.” He smirks.

“So if someone was here earlier, they’d see us f*****g?”

He nods, standing in front of me... running his fingers along my neck down to my cleavage.

“Do you like that, Tiana? Because I do… and it’s turning me on.” His hard on poking through the red fabric of his tight boxer briefs.

I could feel myself getting wet and excited. I give him my answer by lacing my arms at the back of his neck and pressing my mouth hard against his lips. He lets out a grunt and parts his mouth to let our tongues explore each other. He lifts me up… I wrap my legs around his waist. He takes us to the huge leather couch on one side of the room. I straddled him… feeling his erection against my v****a. His mouth moves down to my neck… sucking and nibbling. He tears open the shirt I was wearing… buttons flying all over the place. I moan as he puts his mouth on my breast… his other hand fondling the other.

When I can’t take it anymore, I beg him. “Bryce… I need you.”

He lifts his hips up, taking me with him… as he removed his boxers.

“Ride me, Tiana.” He says as he holds his erection against my v****a.

I lift my hips and put his erection inside me slowly.

“f**k Tiana. I love that you’re always wet for me.” Bryce breathes out.

I move my hips back and forth… circling… enjoying the feeling of him inside me. I grip the back of the sofa and my head falls back as the desire in me grows. Bryce holds me by the hips… helping me ride him hard and fast. His mouth and tongue exploring every part of my body that he could access.

“f**k Bryce, I’m coming.” I scream as I ride him harder. I spill all over him.

He pushes me down the sofa as he thrusts hard and fast into me… I knew he was coming close. And I was getting aroused all over again. He slips a finger in between us… rubbing my c**t, as he thrusts faster. His mouth devouring my breasts.

I reach another orgasm as Bryce reaches his. He stays inside me until we ride out our highs.

“f**k, Tiana. I don’t think I can ever have enough of you.” He says as he falls back in the couch, pulling me on top of him… my head to his chest. He kisses the top of my head as his arms encircle around me.

“Me too, Bryce. Me too.”