Their Virgin Valentine

by Elisa Leigh

  “It doesn’t matter who he is. A cute guy that’s been in a few of my classes asked me out to dinner. He even gave me a rose. I said yes, is that so bad?”

  “If he has Mercedes money, he should have bought you a bouquet.” Javier scoffs.

  “What is so wrong with wanting someone to find me attractive? I’m graduating from college next year and I’ll be moving out on my own. I can’t keep depending on you two for everything.”

  “Why not?” They both ask.

  I laugh sadly. “Don’t you two want to find a woman, start families of your own?”

  Javier and Ryan look at one another for a long minute, then look back at me.

  “Of course,” Javier says.

  “What does that have to do with this conversation?” Ryan asks.

  My heart plummets. “I’m going to go upstairs and study.”

  “We aren’t finished with this conversation,” Javier says sternly.

  “Yeah, I think we are,” I say, walking out of the kitchen and upstairs to my room.

  The moment I hit the stairs the first tear falls, and by the time I get to my room and fling myself on the bed. Of course, they want to find a woman and have a family of their own. That's what any man would want. It just hurts that I'm not the woman they want, that I'm not going to be the person they start their family with. I hate that I feel this way and I know that I shouldn't. I need to get it out of my head that we could ever be together. This is why going on this date is a good thing for me and even if they don't realize it, it's a good thing for them too.

  Chapter 3

  Ryan Sloan

  “What the fuck, V?” I shout as soon as I hear her door slam shut.

  Javier glares at me. “What did you want me to do?”

  “Not that!” I shout, throwing my arms up in the air. “You sounded like you were trying to be her dad.”

  Javier sighs. “This is such a clusterfuck. I don't know what the hell we’re doing anymore. We decided to wait since she was too young but what if we missed our chance. Did we wait too long? Maybe we should stop fooling ourselves, Ry, and let the girl live her life. We're too old and damaged for someone as perfect as her.”

  “Don't you fucking say that! There is no one in the world who will treat her better and love her deeper than us. If she wants a fucking Valentine's date and a rose, we will be the only ones to give it to her. We’ll show her what real men are and prove to her that we are the ones she should be with.”

  “How do you suppose we go about doing that?” Javier smirks.

  “You forget V, we know her, every single delicious detail. We've had eyes on her for years. She doesn't want that kid, she wants to be loved and we've been too fucking busy to act. That stops now.”

  “We'll go slow, ease her into how things are going to be around here from now on.”

  I grin. “Now you're talking.”

  Javier and I spend the rest of the afternoon making plans for the changes that are about to happen. The biggest change will be to our schedules. In the last year, we’ve been gone on business far more than we’ve been home. Part of the reason is the longer we hold ourselves back from claiming our woman, the harder it is to keep our hands off of her. Sophia has been a light in our dark existence. Since the first day we met her we knew she was something special. It wasn’t until the summer before she started college that our feelings changed. Javier and I both noticed the woman she had grown into. She wasn’t that twelve-year-old little girl anymore, or the teenager needing to be saved. She was owning her life and going after what she wanted. It was sexy as hell to watch and as summer turned to fall Javier and I had a heart to heart. We both wanted her in every way you can imagine. It didn’t shock me that Javier and I became serious about the same woman, we’ve been a unit since we were six.

  She has no idea how much we’ve held back. All of that ends today. It killed me seeing her that upset and knowing we were the ones to cause it. For the past five years, we’ve been the ones to give her everything she’s needed. There’s no fucking way I’m letting some punk kid drop in and take what we’ve been waiting years for.

  I knock softly on her closed door hoping to talk to her, but there’s no answer. I open the door and peek my head in to make sure she’s okay and find her head thrown back against her pillow, eyes closed and her hand moving rhythmically, under the baby pink blanket I got her for Christmas.

  My dick hardens in my jeans as she moans and rubs a spot I’ve only dreamed about touching. “Oh, Ryan.” She coos softly.

  My eyes fly from where her hand is hiding under the blanket between her thighs to her face and see that her eyes are still closed. Jesus. I lean against the wall just outside her door and unzip the fly of my slacks, pulling out my aching cock, already wet with precum. I’ve stroked my cock to the thought of her a million times, picturing her just like this, coming with her name on my lips. Hearing my name on hers is too much. Grasping my cock, I stroke it, listening to her sexy sounds over and over. When I hear my name again, I turn to stand in her doorway and watch her rub her virgin pussy under her lavender lace panties. Fuck, when did she get those?

  Sophia lifts her white cotton t-shirt up and over her breasts, showing off a matching see-through bra and pinches her hard nipple. “Oh god V, Ryan. Don’t stop, I’m going to come.” She cries.

  My dick swells hearing both of our names and my heart beats faster. Fuck yeah, she wants us both. This is going to be easier than I thought. Sophia’s hand moves faster and faster and I match her rhythm. I’m a bastard for spying on her like this, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s our names on her lips while she’s rubbing her perfect little pussy.

  “Oh! I’m coming!” She moans breathlessly.

  I’m coming too, princess. Fuck am I coming. I haven’t come this hard in years. I walk away quickly before she sees me and head straight for my bathroom to grab a shower. When I’ve finished, I pull on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Walking down the hall, I notice that Javier and Sophia’s doors are closed as I make my way downstairs to start dinner.

  No one is down here when I get to the kitchen which is fine with me. It gives me time to get my head straight. I need to talk to Javier about what just happened, but I’ll have to wait until we’re alone. I set about making Sophia's favorite dinner, chili and jalapeno cornbread.

  About thirty minutes later Sophia walks into the kitchen and stops when she sees the pot on the stove. “Did you make chili for dinner?” She asks.

  “Yeah, and cornbread.”

  “Shut the front door.” She laughs.

  “Please come here, princess,” I ask, leaning my ass against the counter.

  Sophia walks towards me, slowly. As soon as she is close enough, I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her. She’s stiff at first, but as the seconds pass, she puts her arms around me and holds me back. “I’m sorry about earlier. You were right.” I say resting my head against hers as I rub her back.

  She pulls away and looks up at me. “You are? I am?” She asks in disbelief.

  I nod and push her blonde hair behind her ears. “You’re an adult and can do whatever you want. If you want something bad enough, don’t be afraid to fight for it.”

  Sophia’s eyes widen and her cheeks turn red.

  I wonder if she’s thinking about what happened in her room an hour ago, since I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

  “Come here, mi corazón,” Javier says in a gruff voice entering the kitchen. I know he feels bad about what happened earlier just as much as I do.

  Sophia looks over at him and bites her lip, nervous almost. He came down on her harder than I did so I understand her hesitation. He isn’t quick to anger like I am, but when he’s pissed everyone knows it. He steps closer to us and I kiss the top of her head and release her to V.

  “I’m sorry I yelled V. Everything just kind of came out all at once.” She says against his chest as he holds her tight.

  Javier looks over at me and I wink, letting him
know everything is going to be fine. He nods and looks down at our girl in his arms. Holding her hips, he kisses her forehead. “I’m the one who is sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. Do you forgive me?”

  “Of course, I do!” She gasps. “I was so worried this was going to change things. I don’t want to lose you or Ryan.” She says looking between us.

  I walk to where they are standing and wrap my hand around the back of her neck, rubbing my thumb against her soft skin. “That will never fucking happen. You are the most important person in our lives. Nothing will ever change that.”

  Sophia sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and nods, looking between Javier and me. “Okay.” She says and smiles.

  “Now who’s ready for dinner?” I ask.

  Chapter 4

  Sophia

  Today has been such a weird day. It started off normal with me going to both of my Tuesday classes. Then everything went to shit when Paul stopped to ask me out for Valentine’s Day. The guys got pissed, we fought, and now we’re all snuggled up on the couch watching our favorite movie after dinner.

  Since our talk before dinner, everything has been good with Ryan and Javier. I say talk, but it was more like the guys telling me they were sorry and for me to do what I want. I’m so confused. I should be happy, but it felt like they were okay with me going out which further proved the point that I will never have them. I’ve held onto a magical hope that maybe one day, they would see that I’m perfect for them. Yes, I know how unrealistic this sounds. Only in my wildest dreams would one of my brother’s best friends fall in love with me, but both of them? No, it’s never going to happen. Yet over the past couple of years I’ve held onto every smile and innocent touch, hoping it all meant something.

  Usually, if the guys are not gone on business, they would just be walking in the door about now. I’d have dinner ready and we’d sit at the dining room table catching up on what I'm up to. They don’t talk about work much since it’s all classified.

  It’s nice to have them home for once and to be able to spend time with them. It’s been months since we’ve done this because they’ve been going on so many business trips lately. I know they have to work, I get it, and I’m proud of everything they have accomplished in such a short amount of time, but I still hate when they leave. Not only do I worry about their safety while they’re gone on their crazy missions, but sometimes they’ll be gone weeks at a time. Some of the nights they’re gone I invite Tessa over to hang out. She shares my love for all things Star Wars and is an even bigger nerd about it than I am.

  Instead of watching the movie I wonder how many nights we have like this left. I’m graduating next May and while they haven’t asked me what I plan to do after that, I get the feeling I need to figure it out soon. They said it earlier, they want families and wives of their own someday. Where do I fit into that? It’s not like I’m family, not really. Will they even want me around once they’ve fulfilled their promise to my brother? The thought of no longer being in their lives kills me. I’d rather be their kids’ semi-aunt than nothing at all. Maybe they’re waiting for me to graduate and move out before they start dating again. They’ve never said anything about it to me, but it seems like they put that part of their lives on hold once I moved in with them. I haven’t seen or heard anything that would make me think differently.

  “Where’s your mind at princess?” Ryan asks, waving his hand over my face.

  “Hmm?” I ask staring up at him, my head resting in his lap.

  Ryan smiles down at me. “You didn’t say your line.”

  “Line?” I ask and he points at the television. I look from him to the television and see that he’s right, I missed my favorite part of A New Hope where Princess Leia, Han Solo, Chewbacca, and Luke are all being shot at by stormtroopers. Ryan has it paused at the part where Han Solo is going into the chute.

  “Somebody has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, flyboy!” Javier says, mimicking my voice and quoting Princess Leia. “Why is that your favorite part, mi corazón?”

  I shrug. “Maybe it’s because she’s a powerful woman and doesn’t take any shit from the men in her life,” I say then wink.

  Javier’s eyes widen, and for a second I’m worried I’ve crossed the line, but then in the next, he’s holding down my ankles and tickling the bottom of my feet. I squeal with laughter and try moving my feet away, but it’s no use.

  It all happens so fast. In an instant, Javier is holding my legs down with his forearm to tickle the bottom of my feet. Ryan has my arms pulled back behind my head, holding them in one hand, while he tickles my stomach with the other. I try getting out of their hold, but they’re too strong and have a tight grip on me. We end up tumbling to the floor as I struggle to get free, all three of us laughing the entire time. Javier ends up straddling me to tickle my stomach with both hands while Ryan still has a hold of my wrists.

  One minute I’m laughing and in the next something hard rubs against my core, hitting me in just the right spot, and a moan escapes my lips.

  I freeze. They freeze. We all freeze, and no one says a word.

  I close my eyes completely embarrassed. It’s not like I moaned on purpose, it just popped out. What am I supposed to say to the guys? Maybe I can just laugh it off and pretend it never happened.

  “Open your eyes, mi corazón,” Javier says in a tone that makes my heart skip a beat.

  When I do, Javier is straddling me and leaning down close as if to tell me a secret. “Want to know a secret?” He whispers in my ear, gliding his hand over my hip, and up my side, lifting my shirt as he goes.

  I swallow hard and nod.

  “That was the sexiest sound I’ve ever fucking heard.” He says, then sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and releases it between his teeth.

  “Oh, God.” I murmur.

  “Not God princess, just two men who have been dying to taste you,” Ryan says, still holding my wrists.

  I look up at Ryan to see him staring at me in a way I’ve never seen before.

  “Is this really happening?” I gasp, feeling Javier’s lips against my neck.

  “Only if you want it to,” Javier says, leaning up on his elbow to look down at me. His warm hand travels under my shirt, causing butterflies to fly in my stomach. Of course, this is what I want. This is what I’ve wanted since I was sixteen, but it doesn’t make any sense.

  I shake my head and Javier gets the wrong idea moving his hand away and rolling off of me while Ryan releases my wrists.

  “No wait. That’s not what I meant. It just doesn’t make any sense.”

  Ryan holds out his hand to help me up off the ground and sits back down on the couch, pulling me down to sit beside him. “Why don’t we show you then,” Ryan says, leaning in close. Cupping my cheek in the palm of his hand, he brushes his lips against mine, barely kissing me.

  “mi corazón.” Javier murmurs in a strained voice.

  I turn, finding him sitting next to me. Javier is the more cool and collected of the two, but right now he looks like he’s about to come unhinged. “V?”

  He spears his fingers into my hair and pulls me in close, kissing me hard. When his tongue glides along the seam of my mouth, I open for him, wanting him, needing him. He kisses me deeper, and I moan when his tongue touches mine, my whole body sensitive to every caress. He wraps his arms around my hips to hold me closer.

  Ryan presses against my back, his hand roaming up my ribcage. “You’re so fucking sexy, my princess. I’m hard as hell watching you right now.” He groans. Ryan brushes my hair to the side and begins kissing my neck, sucking my skin, and moves his hand over my breast and massages it in his strong capable hand.

  Javier pulls away slightly and rubs his thumb just under my bottom lip in reverence. “I’ve waited so long for that one kiss.”

  It’s hard to believe what’s happening. They want me too? How can this be real?

  “I need another,” Ryan growls before turning my face toward him and capturing my l
ips, devouring me with his kiss.

  Javier moves off the couch to kneel at my feet, hands on my knees, moving them slowly up my thighs. My pussy throbs, the closer his hands get to my center. Their hands are like magic to my overwhelmed senses. I pull away from Ryan to look down at Javier. “Open.” He demands.

  My knees fall open as he moves between my thighs and grips my hips. Jesus Christ, I feel like I’m on fire and at any moment I’m going to combust. I’m bound to lose my mind and my heart if they don’t stop. Javier’s thumbs rub against my hips his warm hands are strong, yet careful. Over and over his thumbs move in circles, slipping under my leggings. “I’m going to taste you now.”

  “What?”

  He pushes my knees open wider and slips his arms under my thighs to pull me towards him. With my pussy in his face, I watch as he runs his nose against my legging covered pussy and inhales. “You’re soaked.” He growls before grabbing the material in both hands and ripping a gaping hole in my leggings.

  “Where are your fucking panties?” He barks staring at my naked pussy.

  I don’t get to answer before he leans in and places a kiss against my mound. When he looks up at me with hooded eyes, he licks his lips and moans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He spreads my pussy lips open with his thumbs and blows on my pulsing clit. “Ry, I can’t stop man.” He groans and licks from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit. “So good. So, fucking good.” Javier sucks my clit into his mouth and rolls his tongue around it. Pleasure like I’ve never known before spreads through my body.

  Ryan lifts my chin so I’m looking at him. “I’ll get a taste next, but while I wait…” He’s kissing me again, his tongue moving with mine, leading me in an erotic dance. Their kisses alone are going to do me in. His hands slip under my shirt from behind me, raising it up as he grabs my breasts in his hands, massaging them. “Such a naughty princess, no panties or bra.” He pulls on my hard nipples, pinching them between his fingers, just on the edge of pain, sending a shot of pleasure straight to my clit. He pulls my shirt up over my head tossing it behind us.