Knocked Up on Valentine's Day

by Amy Brent

  “Not a fan of Valentine’s Day?”

  “No,” she said, laughing. “Not at all and it’s not just because of a recent breakup. I’ve always thought it was a silly holiday, an excuse for the flower company to gouge people with prices for flowers so they can sit on the counter and wither away to nothing.”

  “You feel very strongly about this.” I chuckled.

  “Sorry.” She blushed adorably.

  “No, please don’t apologize,” I replied. “I like the passion behind it. You could start an anti-Valentine’s movement.”

  “Save the roses,” she said, lifting her drink and laughing.

  “I hate things like this party,” I said. “My friend dragged me here because he says I need to be more social and less grumpy.”

  “Me too,” she said, surprised. “My friends said they’re trying to save me from myself. In fact, that’s what this whole weekend is for. Them, of course.”

  “So, you don’t live in New York?”

  “No.” She laughed. “I live in Camden, Maine. It’s the tiniest place in the world. You could fit a thousand of them inside this one city. But it’s home, so I love it.”

  “That sounds nice,” I said. “New York can be a bit much sometimes, but when you get used to it, you really fall in love with the place. I live across town, but I love it.”

  “Are you the guy who puts on the I heart NYC hat and jogs through the city every morning?”

  “No.” I laughed. “And I’m pretty sure that’s just in movies. There are joggers but most everyone who lives here ends up burning their tourist pieces.”

  “Oh, well that makes sense,” she said. “I always wondered because I know if I saw someone running through Camden with an I heart Camden hat on, I might trip them for being ridiculous.”

  “You are brutal, ma’am.” I laughed. “I like it.”

  “It’s in my DNA. My father is a sarcastic asshole,” she said, finishing her drink.

  “Can I buy you another Pancreas?”

  “I’ve never had a man offer to buy me a Pancreas before,” she said in a serious tone. “It’s very romantic.”

  “It’s the mood.” I chuckled. “The dead Cupids turn me into a romantic man, what can I say?”

  “I don’t blame you,” she replied, smirking. “It’s a very sensual scene here.”

  We both laughed, and I ordered her that drink, getting comfortable next to her. She was absolutely stunning, and every time she laughed, I could feel electricity in my chest. Her eyes glistened under the lights as she smiled, and I couldn’t help noticing the dimples in her cheeks deepen with each laugh. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, for even a moment, too afraid that when I looked back, she would be gone. Her personality was perfect, sassy, feisty, and very sarcastic. She was exactly the kind of woman I liked to talk to. I just hadn’t found anyone like her in the city until that moment. I could tell this night was getting better already, and I hoped the conversation would turn into something more.

  Chapter 6

  Emma

  “I had this cabbie one time, before I moved to Manhattan, who told me he gave lifts to at least two gunshot victims a week,” he said. “I thought I was crazy for living in a city like that, but when I look out at the cityscape, there’s something about it that makes me love being here.”

  I sat back listening to Brandt’s stories about living in the city, thinking about how I couldn’t believe I was there talking to such a handsome man. His brown eyes glimmered as he talked, and his perfectly groomed brown hair seemed to lie down in the right places on its own. He was tall and muscular, and his arms looked like they could wrap me up and never let me go. I glanced over his shoulder and saw Gillian and Caroline staring at us, whispering excitedly to each other. They both gave me the thumbs up, and I had to force myself not to giggle, not wanting to draw attention to them. They were ridiculous, but I would have done the same thing to either one of them.

  I tried my best to ignore them, shifting my eyes from them back to Brandt. Finally, a rescue swooped in, and I watched the girl’s attention drawn to a good-looking guy who had just walked up to Caroline. He looked like he was asking her to dance, and she shrugged, pulling Gillian along with her and heading to the dance floor. Caroline was never a big dancer, but she made exceptions when it came to a hot guy or when she had way too much to drink and didn’t care what other people thought about her.

  “So, what do you do for a living in Camden?” he asked, bringing my attention back to him.

  “I’m a graphic artist,” I said. “I work for a small firm in Camden. The only one actually. It’s just me and the owner.”

  “So, you grew up in Camden and then stayed there after college?”

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I got offers from big cities, even one from here, but my best friends were staying in Camden, and I was in a relationship at the time with a local firefighter, so I came back home and got a job with my boss Greg. He really needed the help, and I really needed the job.”

  “Are you still with this firefighter?”

  “No,” I answered quickly, blushing. “We broke up.”

  I left it at that, not wanting to get into the details of everything. I didn’t want him to know I was there to get over this guy. I was over him anyway. I just wasn’t over what happened between us, I guessed.

  “What is Maine like?”

  “Cold in the winter and hot in the summer.” I laughed at the wry look on his face. “Camden is quaint. The kind of place you grow generations of people in, and everyone knows one another. It’s a really beautiful place to live.”

  “It sounds like it,” he said with a smile.

  “What do you do?”

  “I own a tech company,” he said. “We make computers for the government.”

  “Oh, wow, that’s cool,” I said. “I work on Macs. Sorry.”

  “Ha-ha,” he laughed. “We don’t sell to the private sector, not yet at least.”

  We kept ordering drinks, talking, and having a good time. I was drinking so much that I was starting to feel a bit light-headed. I was enjoying it, though, letting loose for the first time in a long time. I was glad Brandt was there to spend the time with. He had a really great personality, and it meshed with mine perfectly.

  “Do you want to get out of here? We can go back to my place where it’s quieter,” he said. “I have some champagne, and we can continue our conversation. I understand if not. I know you just met me, but since you aren’t from here and I suppose you’re leaving soon, I don’t want to miss out on the chance to spend time with you. I swear that’s not a line.”

  I laughed and smiled at him, glancing over at the girls behind him. He was right, I didn’t know him, I was in a strange city, and I had heard the horror stories of New York before, but for some reason, I trusted him. I was there to do the unexpected, and I needed to let loose and do it all the way.

  “Sure.” Time to throw caution to the wind. “Let’s do that. Let me just pay my tab and start the girls a new one.”

  “Allow me,” he said, signaling for the bartender and bending toward him. “This is for my tab, and if you could, run the card for her and her friends’ tab and keep it open for them. Just run my card at the end of the night and add a twenty percent gratuity.”

  “Yes, sir,” he said, walking over to the computer.

  It was extremely generous of him because those drinks weren’t cheap, and I knew the girls would be thrilled. He paid the tab, and we made our way to the coat check and then out into the crisp New York air. I was impressed when a town car pulled up and the driver opened the door for us. We sped through the city to a very tall high-rise complex where the driver dropped us off in front. We got into a special elevator and rode it all the way to the top. When I walked into the apartment, I felt like I was in an issue of Cribs. The floors were beautiful hardwood, the open floor plan had cathedral ceilings, and the recessed living room faced a wall of windows that looked out over the city.

  I turned a
round at the sound of a champagne bottle popping and laughed as he poured us a couple of glasses, the excess overflowing onto the marble countertops. We went down to the living room and sat next to each other, laughing and talking. When I was finished with my glass, he looked at me and smiled, taking it from my hand and setting it on the coffee table. He hesitated for a moment, as if he was trying to decide what he should do, and then cupped my face in his hands and pressed his lips against mine. The smell of his cologne and the softness of his lips pulled me in, and I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  What started as a soft kiss quickly turned heated, and he wrapped one arm around my waist and picked me up, my feet dangling as he carried me up out of the living room and down the hall into his bedroom. He closed the door behind him and set me down on the ground, running his fingers over my shoulders. I untied his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it open and trailing my fingers down his hard chest. He smiled, pulling his jacket and shirt off and pulling the straps of my dress down my arms until my breasts were exposed. I let my dress drop off my hips into a pile at my feet, stepping out and backing up until my legs felt the bed. I looked him in the eyes and sat down, pulling my head back on the pillow. He unbuckled his pants and took the rest of his clothes off, his cock hard and at attention.

  He climbed toward me on the bed and pulled my black lace panties off, tossing them to the side. He leaned forward and ran his lips down my stomach and slowly pulled my thighs apart. I could feel the bubbles of the champagne going to my head as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I gasped as his fingers pulled my folds apart and his tongue slid seductively through my juices. He rubbed it up my pulsing mound and around my clit, flickering it over my skin. I grabbed tightly to the bedspread beneath me, a whimper coming from my chest. He pulled his hand up and slid two fingers inside of me, still lapping at my pussy, burning a raging fire in my stomach.

  I opened my eyes and lifted my head just in time to see his eyes gazing up from between my legs. Immediately, he started to move faster, finger fucking me deep and hard, his mouth moving through my canyons with passion. I cried out, arching my chest into the air as my body began to tense. I lifted my hips from the bed and ground them against his face, feeling the pressure of his mouth against my skin. It was so hot, so erotic, and I couldn’t control myself any longer. My head tilted back, and I took in a deep breath letting the orgasm explode through my body. Waves of passion flittered over me like a shockwave, and when I couldn’t hold my breath any longer I moaned it out, my thighs shaking around his face.

  My body relaxed back into the bed, and I ran my hands up to my breasts massaging them as he pulled himself up and crawled over me. He smiled, wiping the juices from his chin as he hovered over me, pulling my legs up to his sides. He leaned down and kissed me passionately, running his tongue through my mouth. He reached down and guided his shaft through my juices and pressed his hips forward, sliding slowly inside of me. I breathed deeply, enjoying the intensity of his giant cock pushing as far into me as it could. My hands gripped onto his back, and I ran my fingernails down his spine.

  He looked deeply into my eyes, reaching back and grabbing my thigh as he pushed into me farther and pulled back out, repeating the process in a slow, deliberate way. The intensity between us was thick, and I had never felt that kind of passion and lust with a man before. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t, I was entranced by his eyes. His pace quickened, but our eyes stayed locked, and I moved my hips like a wave against him as his body met mine. Our rhythm synced, and I screamed out, breaking eye contact as I tilted my head back and moaned with every push. Our bodies smoothed over one another’s, and I felt my climax returning. He groaned, too intent on our lovemaking to think of anything else. As his fingers dug into my thighs, my body jolted, and I came hard, my pussy tightening around his shaft as my juices flowed over him. He growled, pushing into me deep and holding me tightly as his cock pulsed against me, shooting his hot seed. His body shivered, and we lay panting, letting the waves of orgasm wash over us.

  When we had relaxed, he turned over on his back next to me and pulled me close to him. I smiled at him, looking at the sweat glisten on his chest. I ran my hand over his skin and tilted my chin up, kissing him softly.

  “I’m going to get a glass of water,” I said, watching him yawn.

  “I can get it,” he said.

  “No, rest. I’ll be right back.” I smiled.

  I got out of the bed and looked back at him, walking carefully out of his room and into the kitchen. I found the glasses right above the sink and filled it with water, standing there smiling and sipping my drink. There were pictures all over his fridge, so I walked over and took a look. There was him, with a little girl smiling at the camera. He must be a father, which was okay with me. However, as I scanned the other pictures, I saw a woman who was obviously Sicily’s mother holding her when she was a baby. Panic flooded through me, realizing that there was more to this man than I thought. The last thing I wanted to be was a homewrecker like Alex and his girlfriend. That wasn’t who I was.

  I put the glass in the sink and walked back to the room, but he was asleep when I got there. I quietly got dressed and grabbed my shoes, scurrying back to the living room to grab my purse and coat. I was mortified and just wanted to get out of there. I grabbed my bag but immediately dropped it, spilling the contents including all of my old business cards on the floor. I quickly scooped everything back into my bag and headed out of the apartment. As I shut the door behind me, I shook my head, realizing that throwing caution to the wind may have been the worst decision I could have made.

  Chapter 7

  Brandt

  “Good morning, Brandt. It’s time to wake up,” the AI said.

  “AI turn off,” I groaned, feeling the effects of the alcohol from the night before.

  At first, I stared out the window, not moving, to clear the fog from my mind. Instantly, I remembered bringing Emma back to my place, and I turned over to find nothing but empty bed. I sat up trying to remember everything from the night before. The last thing I could think of before passing out from exhaustion and intoxication was Emma walking out of the room to get a glass of water. Her body was so perfect, and I smiled thinking about the curves of her hips and that perfect ass as she walked away. It was like a dream, especially since she wasn’t in the bedroom and her clothes weren’t on the floor. I looked under the covers to find myself naked, so I knew I hadn’t dreamed the whole thing.

  I pulled myself out of the bed and grabbed onto the dresser, letting the dizziness move away. I was very hungover, and I needed some water and aspirin to head this thing off. I walked around the apartment trying to see if Emma had left me a note, her phone number, anything, but there was absolutely no trace that she was ever there except for the empty water glass in the sink with her lipstick on it. I walked over to the coffee maker and filled it with water, turning it on and leaning against the counter, feeling the sting of her absence. I grabbed my phone to find missed texts from Trevor from the night before, wondering where I had disappeared to. I shook my head and tossed my phone back up on the countertop, figuring I would call him later and give him the rundown of the evening’s events. He would definitely be proud of me that I’d left with a woman.

  Normally, when I woke up to find the woman I’d slept with gone, I felt good knowing I wouldn’t have to sell some cheap lie about calling her later. This time, though, I hated that she left like that. I had such an amazing time with her, and I wanted more, something that hadn’t ever happened to me. I poured myself a cup of black coffee and pulled the aspirin from the cabinet, sitting down on the kitchen stool and taking two of them. I rubbed my face, groaning, wondering what I could have done for her to just disappear like that. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, and her personality was killer. She was the woman I’d always wanted to meet, even before I married my wife, but had figured she just didn’t exist. Usually, women that beautiful were stuck-up and only lookin
g out for their own best interest.

  I walked into the living room and leaned against the glass, sipping my coffee. It was a beautiful day in New York, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. The hustle and bustle of the city was as it always was, only I felt like there was something missing. Emma had rocked my world, and I couldn’t grasp the idea of one woman moving me like that in just one night. Maybe it was the alcohol or the excitement of the night that had done it to me. Maybe it was not feeling so alone on the one day of the year that could drive single people to drink. Either way, when I thought of Emma’s smile and the way her body moved in my bed, tingles rumbled in my stomach. I growled and walked back across the living room, grabbing the empty champagne glasses and setting them in the sink. I looked at the pictures on the fridge and shook my head, remembering what it felt like when my ex had walked out on me and Sicily. That sting immediately pushed the butterflies away.

  Emma had been beautiful, charming, and perfect in every way I could imagine, but she was a woman, and I had found that, in itself, made it hard for me to even give it another thought. She had left without a word, without a note, just like my ex had. All women were the same. I had been right about my theory, and I decided it was probably better that she’d taken off while I was asleep. I washed the glasses in the sink and dried them off, setting them back in the wet bar. I took in a deep breath, still smelling the remnants of Emma’s perfume on my skin and feeling the disappointment in my chest. I needed to get out of the apartment to clear my head and remember that the night before was all for fun. I had achieved that objective. It was time to let it go and just remember the fun I had instead of growing some strange attachment to this woman. I picked up my phone and dialed my mom.