by S A Clayton
“No,” I say, feeling his entire body freeze, his head dipping as his hands fall away from my face. I smile to myself and lift my hands to grasp his face like he just did to mine. “No, we can’t go back to what we were because those people kept secrets.” His eyes search mine, and I smile. “Noah, you’re it for me. Nothing can change that, even the idea of you being with another woman.” He goes to say something, but I stop him. “I know she means nothing to you now, but she means something to me. Hearing what she did to you, hearing what happened to your relationship makes me thankful that she was in your life. Because you wouldn’t be the man I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with if it weren’t for her and her selfish deeds.” I can visibly see the anxiety flowing off him as his forehead leans down to touch mine.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs, taking my lips once more, this time more punishing, more intense, and more dominant than before.
“I need to be inside you.”
I moan in answer.
“Thank God,” he murmurs. The second his hand reaches under my top and peels the fabric from my skin, I forget that I almost lost him, I forget that I drank myself stupid last night, and I forget that I’m hungover. I lift my arms over my head, and the minute the top is no longer attached to me, Noah’s lips connect with my skin.
“Val, I missed you so much,” he murmurs, and I chuckle because it’s been…what? A day, maybe two since we last saw each other? But knowing he’s as far gone as I am, makes me want him even more.
I back away from his touch, loving the hungry look in his eyes as I hook my thumbs into my boy shorts and slowly lower them to the floor.
“You’re gorgeous,” he growls. His hands spring forward, but again, I back away, shaking my head. His eyes narrow in confusion, but when I lower to my knees in front of him, they bulge, realizing what I’m about to do.
“Sweetheart, you don’t—” I cut him off when my fingers cup his hard, aching cock through his jeans, eliciting a guttural sound from Noah’s throat. “Damn, that feels good, baby.”
“That’s the idea…” I murmur as my fingers lift his shirt, exposing his flat stomach. Before I have a chance to demand he take it off, it goes flying across the room, landing in a heap next to the wall. My lips lightly brush his stomach as my fingers undo his pants, letting them fall freely to the floor.
“Baby, you don’t have to do this…” he mutters, his eyes closed, and his mouth open with a groan. Little does he know that I need to do this. I need to hear the desperate hunger in his voice, I need to feel the love in his touch before I combust. His eyes move down and watch as I release his cock from the confines of his boxers. The moment my fingers grasp his girth, I know he’s lost. It’s not until my mouth is around his cock, sucking lightly, that his hands find their way into my hair, and he makes a noise I have never heard.
“Fuck, yes, just like that…” I look up and see his head thrown back as his hips piston into my waiting mouth. This is what I wanted. This feeling right here.
“You like that?” I ask, my mouth wrapping around him more. His desperate sounds spur me on as I use my tongue to torture him. It’s not until I swallow him entirely, feeling his thick cock hitting the back of my throat, that he snaps, pulling away and throwing me on top of the bed.
“I wasn’t done!” I pout, wanting more of his taste on my tongue.
“Too bad, I’m not coming in that sinful mouth of yours. When I come, it’ll be in that tight pussy.” He growls as his lips wrap around one of my hard nipples, making me squirm beneath him. My hips rotate, needing some kind of relief that Noah refuses to give me.
His lips release my nipple and trail up with expert precision until his mouth is against the shell of my ear. “What do you want, sweetheart?” I melt at the feel of him fully against me, the way all the hard planes of his body meet all the soft spots of mine. He’s like a drug I can’t seem to shake, and the thought of almost losing this feeling has me pulling him even closer.
“Make love to me, Noah.” His hips drive forward, his cock sliding through my wet lips, hitting my clit with every stroke, and sending my head back into the mattress.
“For you, anything…” he whispers as he lines the head of his cock up with my entrance and slams home. The moan that leaves my throat rivals his as he sets a feverish pace. Our eyes meet, and everything changes. The pace slows, and his kisses become more and more intense until the world starts to fade.
“Fuck, Val. I love you so much. I know you’re close, and I need to feel you come for me.” His words send me over the edge, and I fall. Hard.
Noah fucks me through my orgasm, and when it starts to subside, he flips us. “Ride me, baby. I wanna see you take what you need from me.”
And I do. I take so much that it leaves us both drained, spent, and ready for round two.
EPILOGUE
“You guys are disgusting. Can you please get a room?” Mandy complains from across the way. I unhook my arms from around Noah’s neck and lightly kiss his lips.
“I believe this is a room, and I own it,” I say, looking up at a smiling Noah. “So, if you don’t like the PDA, you can leave.” I hear her huff off into the back of the kitchen, and I go back to kissing the man who has made me the happiest I have ever been.
“I do need to leave for work,” he mumbles against my lips, but I shake my head. It’s Valentine’s Day, and it’s been just over a year since Noah convinced me that he was the one for me. I can’t picture my life without him. It’s been a whirlwind of a year for us. Noah started a new school year, my business is booming, and I’m thinking about opening another location on the other side of town. Amy hasn’t been a problem since the day she walked into my shop. I do see her around town every once in a while, but I just smile. I got the guy in the end, and our life couldn’t be better.
“You gonna bring the cookies by later? The kids are really looking forward to them.” Noah told me it’s now tradition for me to make his class Valentine’s Day cookies, and I love doing it, but what he doesn’t know is that I have a little surprise hidden up my sleeve.
“Yes, I’ll be there right before lunch ends.” A look crosses his face, almost like fear, and I wonder what’s gotten into him.
“Actually, do you mind coming before lunch? The kids want to take the cookies before their lunch.” I smile, loving how much he loves his students.
“Sure, I’ll be there in a few hours.” I kiss him goodbye and watch as he leaves. The moment he’s out of the building, Mandy comes out, smiling.
“He has no idea, does he?” she asks, looking at my now-flat stomach, one that won’t be flat for much longer. I shake my head, blushing at the thought of our child growing inside of me. I never thought this would be my life. I always thought I would have to put my bakery first, but Noah showed me that I didn’t have to, I just had to find the right man to stand beside me.
EPILOGUE
My hands are shaking as I look at the clock one more time. She should be here any minute. “Everyone know what they have to do?” I look around the room at the excited faces of my students. I knew eliciting their help was crucial if I was going to pull this off, but right now, I just wish she would get here.
“Knock, knock!” Val says as she opens the door, a bunch of boxes in her arms. I can’t help the huge smile that crosses my face when she enters. She looks utterly breathtaking. Her hair is down in messy waves, and she’s wearing her usual black pants and flowy top.
She’s glowing.
She winks in my direction as she sets the boxes on one of the desks. “Who is excited for cookies?” she yells, and all the kids shout after her, making her flash that smile that sends me to my knees. For a second, I simply watch her, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, and wonder how I got lucky enough to find her. Out of the billions of people in this world, I walked into her bakery, and she changed my life.
“Before we get to the cookies, I have a little surprise for you,” I say, noticing my voice cracking as I make my way
to where she’s standing. I motion for one of the kids to come forward, carrying a piece of purple construction paper. Val takes it and reads it aloud. “I love the way flour gets stuck in your hair.” She looks at me, confused but smiling. Then the next kid comes up, handing her another piece of purple paper that reads, “I love that you always smell like cinnamon and sugar.” She laughs at that one, knowing that I do love that smell. One after another, all the kids hand her pieces of paper stating different things that I love about Val.
When the last kid comes up, and Val starts to read, I motion for all the kids to get into position. “I love that you love me almost as much as I love you.” I can see the tears now, and when she looks up, she gasps. All of the kids hold up signs that read: Will you marry me? She turns, looking at me as I drop to one knee, holding the velvet box I’ve had hidden for weeks.
“Val? Sweetheart? You are everything I ever wanted in my life. You bring joy, happiness, and most importantly, cookies.” The kids giggle at that. “I don’t know what I would do without you. You are the most beautiful, loving, devoted woman I have ever met, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days showing you how much you mean to me. Will you marry me?”
All she does is nod as the tears stream down her face. I place the ring on her finger, loving the way it shines on her porcelain skin. She bends down, kissing me as the kids make disgusted sounds behind us.
“I have something for you, too,” she says against my lips. She backs away from me, wiping the tears from her face as she walks over to the boxes of cookies. Taking the smallest one, she hands it to me. “Open it,” she says quietly, her eyes darting in every direction. When I do, it takes me a second to realize what I’m looking at. It’s a cookie in the shape of a baby onesie, and it reads: Congrats, Dad.
No.
No way.
We talked about having kids, but it was never a definite yes-we’re-trying type of conversation.
“Are you serious right now?” I whisper, looking from the cookie to Val and back again, not fully believing what I’m seeing. She smiles as I make my way over to her, wrapping her in my arms and spinning us both. “I’m gonna be a daddy?” All she does is nod as the kids scream and laugh and jump around us.
This is the best day of my life, and I owe it all to the beautiful baker I met by accident.
My sweet Valentine.
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THE END
BONUS EPILOGUE
“Daddy!” Ariel screams from down the hall as I open the door and shut it quickly behind me. I’ve spent the last few hours at the school preparing for the new year, but I couldn’t stand to be away from my girls.
“Pumpkin! Look at you! You look like a princess!” She gives me her biggest smile and twirls in her Princess dress that looks like it's seen better days.
“I am a pwincess daddy!” She stands up straight and gives me her best stern expression. It takes everything in me not to laugh at her false bravado, because it's the cutest thing I have ever seen.
“Of course, your highness, how could I forget.” I bow low, looking her in the eyes as she gives me her best smile and then launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I see you’ve met princess Ariel,” Val says from the kitchen and as I stand tall, taking my three year old daughter with me, I catch her eye. God, she's still as gorgeous now as she was the day I saw her working in her bakery. Even eight months pregnant with my son, this woman is everything I ever wanted and more.
“I have and I must say, it smells amazing in here.” I give her a wink as Ariel kisses my cheek and wiggles out of my arms.
“We made cookies! Come see Daddy!” She squeals as she runs into the kitchen, past her mother and straight for the kitchen island that is full of cookie sheets. I slowly make my way down the hall, passing my wife and giving her a kiss.
“You look beautiful as always,” I say , kissing down her neck, loving the moan that escapes her throat.
“Don't tease me, not when the terror is still awake.” she nods her head to Ariel who is shoving a whole cookie in her mouth and chewing, leaving crumbs everywhere.
“Well,” I whisper against her skin. “I’ll take my time later and show you exactly how much seeing flour in your hair turns me on.” I wink, kissing her one last time before I walk into the kitchen and take the hellion away from the mass amounts of cookies and pick her up.
“I think that's enough for now, Pumpkin. How about you go change and then we can go play outside in the backyard before dinner.” Ariel nods her head enthusiastically and runs upstairs.
“You know you’ll have to deal with her not going to sleep later because of all the cookies she’ll eat tonight.” I wink at Val as I head upstairs, not caring one bit.
“She asleep?” Val ask as she puts lotion on her hands as my eyes take her in. She's wearing a bando top that covers her breasts and tiny shorts that leave very little to the imagination. “What?” she asks as my eyes shoot up to meet hers.
“You look edible right now.” She shakes her head but in reality, my wife is the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and right now? All I can think about is how hot and wet her pussy will be when I sink inside of it.
“I look like a whale right now.” I know Val hates how she looks when she's pregnant, she was the same with Ariel but to me? She looks amazing. She might think she looks fat, but to me she's carrying my child and that's sexy as hell.
“You do not, and I'll prove it to you.” I say as I make my way over to her and start kissing her neck.
“Noah, babe, Ariel might not be fully asleep yet.” she moans as I kiss lower and lower down her chest until I'm at the swell of her breasts.
“Well then,” I say looking up at her, “ I should hurry up then huh?” She gives me a smirk and I sink to my knees, taking her shorts with me.
“Lay back,” I say as she sits on the edge of the bed and eases herself back. My eyes stare at her freshly waxed pussy, something she gets done because she can't see past her stomach anymore. I fucking love the sight before me and all I want to do is tease the fuck out of her but i know that we can get interrupted at any moment so I do the only think I know will get her off in minutes.
I kiss up the side her thigh until she moans, feeling my breath on her exposed clit. The moment my tongue touches her wet lips I know it won't take long to get that orgasm out of her. She's been horny all day, and now’s my chance to shine, give Val exactly what she's been craving all day.
“Fuck sweetheart, you are so wet for me.” I moan as I lick her from back to front, loving the unintelligible moans that are coming out of her mouth.
“Noah, please...no teasing tonight. I can't handle it.'' She's begging me to finish her off as fast as I can and whatever my wife wants, she gets. So, I go at her like a fat kid on cake. My tongue targets her clit, flicking, twirling and sucking as Val bucks underneath me. I love the sounds that are coming out of her mouth and when I place my fingers at her entrance her breath catches.
“You ready sweetheart?” I ask knowing the answer, but when she says nothing, I look up only to see her nodding her head over and over again. I smile as I take those two fingers and plunge them into her heat just as my lips wrap around her clit and suck, sending her over the edge in an instant as a cry escapes her mouth.
Normally we try to be quiet since we don't want to wake Ariel but right now, I couldn't give a shit because my wife looks absolutely gorgeous right now as the heat of the orgasm travels up her chest and over her cheeks.
When she comes down and relaxes against the sheets I get up off my knees and lean over to kiss her lightly. “Was that what you wanted?” I ask, loving the sated look on her face, but she shakes her head.
“Not entirely,” she says winking as she brings me in for another demanding kiss, her fingers digging into my hair as they travel down into the waistband of my jeans.
“Daddy!” Ariel calls from down the hall and we both groan.
“I’ll be right back.” I say as I leave
the room, checking on Ariel and putting her back to bed. Once I make my way back into the room, I smile at the image of my sleeping wife, passed out on top of the covers. I make my way over to her, pull her under the covers and kiss her lightly on the cheek.
“I love you, Sweetheart.”
“I love you too,” she mumbles as her breathing evens out and I lie there and thank whoever brought her into my life.
I wouldn't trade this for the world.
S.A. Clayton lives in a small town outside of Toronto, Canada with her husband and her scary large collection of books that seem to take over every room.
She has worked on both sides of the publishing industry, both in a bookstore and for actual publishing companies. Although she loved both for different reasons, she found that writing was her true passion and has spent the last few years breaking into the industry as best she can.
She is a lover of all things romance and began her writing journey in her late twenties. Since then, she has immersed herself in the romance genre and couldn't be happier.
When she's not writing or reading, she enjoys binging a great Netflix show (Stranger Things anyone?), baking (because who doesn't love cookies!) and spending time with her family.
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