Change Of Plans (New Adult BBW Romance) (4 page)

“So.” Callie broke the silence. “How did
you segue from writing in your journal to writing romance?” She looked up at
him, a playful smile on her lips. “And don’t tell me it was just because you
wanted to get back into my pants. Nobody writes a book that good just so they
can get some nookie.”

Brendan grinned. “If you really believe
that, then you don’t know just how far a man will go for sex with the right
woman. But in all seriousness,” he said, his smile fading a little, “It started
as a love letter… to you.”

Callie’s eyes widened. “A love letter?”

He nodded. “I found myself thinking of
you a lot when I came back. Thinking of how I’d hurt you, how I’d tossed you
aside to spare my own feelings because I felt that it would be inevitable that
we’d break up because of my music career anyway.” He stared out at the lake,
not seeing the water, but Callie’s tear-streaked face from the night he’d
thrown her out of his life. Guilt twisted in his heart like a knife. Don’t get
me wrong.” He looked her in the face, wanting her to see the truth in his eyes.
“Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t exactly celibate since we’ve been apart, but I
found myself always comparing the women I was with to you, and they were always
lacking in some way.”

“No way,” Callie interrupted him, shaking
her head slowly. “I’ve seen some of those bombshells you’ve been with over the
years. There’s no way you could have possibly been thinking of me while you
were with them.”

“But I was.” He touched the side of her
face then, his thumb rubbing gently along her cheekbone. “God help me, I knew I
shouldn’t have been, that I had no right to think of you after the way I’d
ended things, but I was,” he whispered. “I spent hours writing in my journals,
trying to formulate what I would say to you, working to come up with the
perfect letter that would worm its way past your defenses and into your heart.
Somehow those letters ended up turning into stories about how our life should
have been, about how I wanted things to be between us, and that’s where I got
the idea to write a novel.”

“So then, that story really is about us?”
Callie whispered, her eyes shining in the darkness.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know,” she murmured, leaning
into his hand a little as he continued to caress her face. His heart was
pounding hard now, his jeans impossibly tight from his growing erection. It was
almost too good to be true, that she was sitting here with him, letting her
touch him. He didn’t want to break the spell, but he knew it couldn’t last
forever. “The way your characters… Mikaela and Andre… were, we were never that
way, with that level of intimacy.”

“We could be, though.” He slid his hand
down to cup the back of her neck, tilting her head back and exposing the milky
column of her throat, then lowered his head to press his lips against the pulse
point fluttering near the hollow of her throat. “If you’d give it a chance.”

Callie gasped, her hands fluttering to
rest against his shoulders. “I could take you right here,” he whispered
wickedly against her skin, sliding a hand beneath her jacket to toy with the
hem of her white turtleneck. “Bent over the bench, your hands braced against
the railing as I fuck you slowly from behind.” His voice grew rough as he
imagined it, her bare as milky in the moonlight as he slowly slipped in and out
of her tight entrance.

“H-here?” Callie stammered, and though
fear tinged her voice, there was excitement too. “But people could see us. Just
walk right by.”

“Isn’t that the fun of it, though?” He
flicked his tongue out, tasting salt and heat and sweetness against her skin,
and Callie shuddered. “The fear of being found out adds a whole new edge to the
experience.” His fingers did slide beneath her shirt then, reaching up to cup
her firm breast. He found her nipple easily, and was rewarded with a gasp as he
rolled it back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.

“I don’t know…” Callie moaned, her
fingers tightening on his shoulders. “It just seems so…”

“Naughty?” he suggested, tweaking her
nipple a little more firmly. She let out a squeak, jerking in his arms. “Shhh,”
he soothed, lifting his head to see that her face was flushed, her eyes heavy
lidded. “Don’t think too much. Just feel.”

He kissed her then, just a light press of
the lips, once, twice, three times. His hand remained on her breast, toying
with her nipple, and she scooted closer until their bodies were pressing
together. He felt her smile, and then she gasped again as he took her bottom
lip into his mouth and suckled gently. She tasted like oranges and mint, likely
from the chewing gum she was so fond of, and something sweeter, unique to her.
Oh, how he’d missed the taste of her lips…

In the span of two seconds, the tone of
the kiss changed from sweet to possessive. Suddenly her tongue was sliding
against his, engaging him in an oral battle for domination. He pushed back,
tangling with her, then let out a gasp of his own as her hand slid between his
legs to squeeze his erection through his pants. She began massaging him through
the denim, and he thought he was going to lose his mind, that he might come
right then and there.

Can’t have that
, he thought, so he did the
only thing he could think of to stop her, hauling her up off the bench and
plopping her down so that she straddled his waist, all without breaking the
kiss. That turned out to be a mistake, as she simply switched tactics,
undulating her hips so that she was grinding against him.

“You’re a bad girl,” he whispered
hoarsely, and she rewarded him with a throaty chuckle.

“Hello?” A flashlight suddenly burst into
light, blinding Brendan. “Is anyone there?”

Callie was off him in a flash, scrambling
back onto the bench. “Yes!” she called, sounding more than a little flustered.
“We’re just… enjoying the scenery,” she finished, a little lamely. A snicker
escaped Brendan’s mouth before he could help himself, and he hastily turned it
into a cough.

“I see.” The light lowered, revealing a
portly man with glasses wearing reflective gear and running sweats. He glared
at them suspiciously, clearly not buying their story, but too polite to call
them out on it directly. “Well, just so long as you understand the park rules.”

“Of course,” Brendan said smoothly,
getting to his feet. “We just came here to enjoy the scenery.”

“Yes,” Callie chimed in. “In fact, we’re
leaving now.” She tugged at Brendan’s hand, and he dutifully followed her down
the steps back onto the path.

“Be careful!” the man called after them.
“Running in the dark without reflective strips can be dangerous!”

“Yeah, sure thing!” They ran on, nearly
dissolving in laughter as they raced each other to the exit.

 “So, can I come up with you?”
Brendan asked as they pulled up to Callie’s apartment building. They were both
still smiling about the incident, and Callie didn’t know about Brendan, but her
heart was still beating a little faster than normal.

What they’d done in the park… she knew it
was tame by most people’s standards, but she’d never done anything like it
before. Never fondled a man in a public place, nor allowed one to do the same
to her. The feeling of his hand on her breast, fondling her nipple, had been
electrifying, and the way he’d kissed her…

Maybe she should deny him, but the truth
was, she wanted more of that. And she wanted it now.

“Yes,” she said. “You can come up.”

They’d barely made it into the elevator
before he suddenly turned, pushing her up against the elevator and kissing her
brainless. His hands were in her hair, his tongue in her mouth sliding
sensuously against her own, and she could feel the hard steel of his erection
pressing into her belly. Oh yes. This is what she’d been missing, what she’d
been searching for in each romance novel submission that came across her desk,
and she’d was finally starting to find it, here with him.

The elevator dinged, but Brendan only
grabbed her leg and hooked it around her waist, grinding himself against her
core as he continued kissing her senseless. “Bedroom,” she managed to gasp
against his mouth. “We need to make it to the bedroom.”

Reluctantly he broke the kiss, and she
grabbed his hand, hurrying out of the elevator and toward her apartment before
the doors could close. Fumbling with her keys, it took three tries to get the
right one into the lock, and once she did, the door barely swung open before
Brendan scooped her up and over the threshold, his mouth covering hers again.

“Second door on the left,” she murmured
between kisses, barely registering her surroundings as he walked through her
living room and down the hall where her home office and bedroom awaited.

Somehow they made it to the bed in a
tangle of limbs and clothing, their mouths fused as if their lives depended on
it. His tongue pistoned in and out of her mouth, a promise of what was to come
later, and she felt one of his hands as they popped the button open on her
jeans and then slid beneath the waistband of her panties to cup her mound.

“Ooooh.” She arched her back, breaking
the kiss as she pressed her cleft more firmly against his questing fingers.

“Yeah?” He stroked her gently,
torturously, his fingers gliding across her slick wetness. “You like that?” he
growled in her ear.

The words reminded her of a scene from
his book, and she paused, pulling back from him. “Wait.”

“What?” Brendan frowned.

“You…” she hesitated, her cheeks flaming
at what she was about to suggest, but she pushed forward. “Do you remember that
scene you wrote, the one with the handcuffs and the ice cubes?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, tonguing her
earlobe. “Why, what about it? Does it need some editing?”

“No…” Callie giggled. “Do you think we
could maybe do something similar?”

His eyes lit as he gave her a wicked
grin. “We could probably figure out something,” he said. “I don’t suppose you
have any handcuffs on you, since I didn’t bring mine?”

“No, but there’s some rope in my craft
box that could work.” She gave him a shy smile. “It’s in the hall closet.”

“I’ll be right back.” He hopped off the
bed, then turned and gave her a hot once over. “Lose the clothes by the time I
come back.”

Taking a deep breath, Callie swung her
legs over the bed so she could pull her jeans off. She let them pool on the
floor, not bothering to toss them in the laundry basket peeking out of her
closet, then pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her in nothing but her
lacy white boy shorts and matching bra. Glancing up at her mirrored closet
door, she gazed at her reflection, noting her mussed hair, flushed cheeks and
swollen lips. She looked sexy, wanton, like a woman who was ready to be
ravished, and it made her feel powerful. But was she really ready for this? Was
she ready to give herself up to Brendan, even for just a night, to see how
things could be between them?

“Need a little help?”

She whipped her head around to see
Brendan leaning against the door jamb. He’d lost the shirt and jacket,
revealing his full upper body in all its glory, and she couldn’t help but
stare. Her eyes moved over his muscular shoulders, his toned pecs, down to his
rippling abs that were dusted with a dark line of hair that disappeared beneath
his low-slung jeans. She swallowed hard, wanting to nibble at the v-cut muscles
that peeked out from the waistline of his pants, wanting to drag the offending
denim lower until she could reveal the bulge that was clearly straining against
his zipper.

“Yeah.” She licked her suddenly dry lips,
then offered him a smile to try and hide her nervousness. “I could use a little
help.” Turning, she presented her back to him, a clear invitation for him to
unfasten her bra.

She heard him move behind her as he set
something down on the dresser by the foot of the bed, then felt the bed dip as
he settled his weight behind her. His hands came around her shoulders then, and
suddenly a black cloth was covering her eyes. “A little something extra,” he
murmured. “Just to keep you on your toes.” His warm, wet tongue suddenly
flicked along the back of her earlobe, causing goose bumps to crop up on her
arms, and she shivered.

“Okay,” she said, feeling suddenly
breathless. I can do this. She sucked in a slow breath as she felt his touch
against her back, then the sagging of material against her skin as her bra was
unclasped. His glided down her arms as he pushed her bra straps off, and she
heard a small clatter that told her he’d dropped the garment down onto the
floor.

“Now,” he murmured in her ear, sliding
his hands up her abdomen to stroke the undersides of her breasts. His fingers
left a trail of wildfire blazing across her skin, igniting her nerves, and she
was sure a flush had spread all over her skin where he’d touched her and
stamped itself across her cheekbones. “There are a few very simple rules to
this game we are about to play, so listen carefully. Rule Number One: Don’t
speak unless you’re spoken to.” He tweaked her left nipple, and she cried out.
“You’re allowed to make sounds, of course, just no actual words,” he clarified,
his voice dark and husky. “Rule Number Two: When you do speak to me, you must
always say my name. And Rule Number Three: When I give you an order, you must
follow it.”

“What happens if I don’t?”

Brendan cracked his palm against her left
ass cheek, and she cried out at the stinging pain. “Every time you break one of
those rules, I spank you,” he growled. “The only exception is that if I’m doing
something that hurts you or freaks you out or makes you too uncomfortable, you
can speak. Just use the safe word ‘playtime’s over’, and I’ll stop.” He stroked
her ass cheek gently, soothing the burn that still lingered there. “Do you
understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed, then yelped as he
spanked her again.

“What was that?” His dark tone cut
through the fog of lust and anticipation in her brain.

Oh, right
, she thought.
The rules.
“Yes,
Brendan,” she tried again.

“Good girl,” he purred in approval. “Now
lie back and spread your legs for me.”

She did ask he asked, reclining so that
her head rested against the thick, soft pillows she’d arranged at the base of
her headboard just this morning. Who knew that when she finally returned to bed
tonight, that it would be like this? A bead of sweat trickled down the side of
her neck as she felt his fingers grasp the waistband of her boy shorts, tugging
the lacy scrap of fabric down her hips, and she trembled in anticipation.

“Mmm.” He pressed his lips against her
skin, then flicked his tongue against her inner thigh, sending a jolt of
pleasure straight to her dripping pussy. “You taste like coconut.”

It’s from my moisturizer
, she nearly said, then caught
herself. He was blazing a path down her legs with his lips as he slowly pulled
her panties up, sending delicious sparks up her legs, and she didn’t want him
to stop so that he would have to punish her.

“Hold your arms above your head,” he
instructed once he was done stripping her panties.

She did as he said, then waited, feeling
the bed shift as he left it. The mattress dipped beneath his weight again after
just a moment, and she gasped as she felt his naked, muscular calves pressing
against the sides of her torso as he straddled her. Something smooth and fleshy
pressed against her lips then, and darting out her tongue to taste it, she
realized it was the head of his cock, already dripping pre-cum onto her lips.

“Suck it,” he commanded roughly.

She opened her mouth, taking him all the
way in, and sucked him as he tied her wrists together above her head. A low
groan escaped his lips as he pressed his hips, pushing himself more firmly into
her, and she felt a thrill of satisfaction at the fact that she was causing him
pleasure. Working him with her mouth and tongue, she bobbed her head back and
forth, wringing out every moan and gasp she could from him, delighting in the
fact that even bound, she held this kind of power over him. She wished her
hands were free so that she could cup his balls, maybe even squeeze his
delicious ass which she knew was nearly as steely as his cock from past
experience.

“Oh God,” he gasped, “I’m going to come.”
She sucked harder, but he caught her head in his hands, forcing her to stop.
“Not yet,” he breathed, sliding his cock out of her mouth. “Not yet, but damn,
that was good.”

Callie opened her mouth, wanting to say
something, but Brendan saved her from another spanking by covering her mouth
with his. She moaned as he slipped his tongue between her lips, sliding it
sensuously against hers, and arched her back so she could scrape her sensitive
nipples against his chest.

She was rewarded for that move with a
hard pinch to her left nipple, and she yelped, feeling the zap of pleasure-pain
all the way down to her toes. “Now, now,” he said. “Let’s not get too frisky.”
She felt him sit up, and she swallowed a cry of frustration, wanting nothing
more than to feel him inside her. “We wouldn’t want this to end too soon.”

Speak for yourself
, she was about to say, then
went silent as she heard a clink that sounded like something gently hitting
against glass. A cup, maybe? The answer was revealed when something icy touched
her abused right nipple and she shrieked, nearly coming out of her skin.

“Hang on now,” Brendan laughed, leaning
over to lave the nipple with his warm tongue. Heat rushed through her body like
a molten river of lava at the sharp temperature switch. “It’s just an ice
cube.” He kissed her softly, then murmured against her lips, “This is what you
wanted, wasn’t it?”

“Y-yes, Brendan,” she managed
. I just
hadn’t expected it to be so damn cold.

“Don’t worry,” he said, seeming to read
her mind. “You’ll get accustomed to it, at least a little. And I’m almost
certain you’re going to like it after a little while.” He gave her another soft
kiss, then pulled back. “Here, let’s try it again.” He pressed the ice cube to
her nipple again, sending another shock of cold through her body, but this time
she recognized another zing of pleasure-pain. He followed it up by suckling on
her teat with his tongue again, thawing the icy bud, and she moaned as more
sparks of pleasure skipped down her nerve channels to pool together at the
molten core between her legs.

“That’s better,” he breathed, switching
to the nipple and offering the same hot-cold treatment. Callie cried out as he
continued his ministrations, the ache between her legs building; she wanted to
tell him to have mercy on her, to stop his wicked teasing, but it felt so good,
and she couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. Eventually the ice cube melted,
and he grabbed another one from the glass, dragging it down the center of her
abdomen and causing her to writhe beneath him. He chased the trail of melted
ice with his tongue as he went until he reached the top of her mound, but
instead of going through it he went sideways. Callie gasped as he traveled down
the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, unable to stop her entire body from
quivering. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to stand this much longer.

“God, look how wet you are.” He slid the
piece of ice between her slick folds, and her hips came off the bed, her gasps
turning into mewls. She groaned low in her throat as he lapped at the icy water
on her pussy, wanting so badly to be able to thread her fingers through his
hair and hold him there. He touched her again with the ice, sliding it through
her folds, and then actually inside her pussy.

“Brendan!”

“Uh-uh.” He bit down on her clit, sending
a sharp spike of sensation that was more pain than pleasure straight into her
core. “Bad girl. I didn’t ask you to speak, did I?”

“No, Brendan.” She gasped as he slid two
fingers inside her, and then a long moan escaped her lips as he pressed the
melting ice against her g-spot, sending more sparks of pleasure through her.