by Darcy Dawes
“You’re the strongest man I know.” I run a hand along his muscled arm. “Mentally and physically.”
“Not when it comes to you, it seems.”
“I’m not sure that’s a bad thing. I’m glad you couldn’t resist.” I stare up into his eyes. “Why did you try?”
“You’re a distraction. How can I think when this pretty little body is around? When I know one touch to your pussy and you’re mine?”
I nod. “I thought that’s what it was.”
“You’re too smart.”
I laugh. Hardly. If I had, I would have realized sooner and set about seducing him so I could get my Valentine back.
“I’m glad you stopped resisting.”
He sighs. “It seems you’re a distraction regardless of if I’m fucking you.”
Heat settles into my cheeks. I love the raw way he speaks but it takes a bit of getting used to.
“Does that embarrass you?” A smile quirks in his lips. “When I talk about fucking you?”
“Not really, it’s just—”
“It’s just, you’re still practically a virgin and no one has ever talked to you that way.”
“I am certainly not a virgin. You made sure of that,” I remind him.
He traces the line of my dress straps, skimming his finger down and into the dip between my breasts. “You’re technically not a virgin but I still have a lot to teach you.”
Excitement stirs inside me. His wicked smile has my stomach flipping over and over.
I stretch my arms out above my head. “Consider me your eager and willing student.”
Chapter Thirteen
Valentine
Gray can have no idea what her words do to me. No fucking idea. Especially when she’s wearing a smile she thinks is vixen-like but it pure innocence. But she said she’s my willing and eager student. Who the fuck could turn that down?
I might have spilled myself hard and fast inside her only moments ago but I’m ready for more. Already my cock is stirring. A while of toying with her and I’ll be hard again. I feel like a horny teenager around this woman.
Shifting down, I use my teeth to drag down one strap of her dress, then the other until they rest just above her elbows, effectively trapping her and exposing her cleavage. I shift up and back so I can admire her.
“Keep absolutely still,” I order and tuck her hands underneath her back. “Now spread your legs.”
The excitable spark in her eyes tells me I’ve read her right. This ex-virgin is as horny as they come and willing to do anything, as long as it ends with her riding my cock.
I probably should be cursing myself as I lift her skirt, giving me the perfect view of that damp cunt. I should be hating myself for giving in. But I can’t. My cum still glistens on her folds. I swear there isn’t a better sight.
Anyway, even when I tried to resist her, I was distracted by her. After that little show in the shop, I had no choice but to stroke one off. Hardly playing the big protector was I? At least this way I’m right by her side 24/7.
And if I have anything to do with it, I’ll be fucking her for the next twenty-four hours too.
She wriggles a little, thrusting her hips up in invitation. I grin. Horny, horny little girl.
“Patience, Little One.”
I admire her for another moment then touch a finger to the hood above her clit. She jolts and bites down on her bottom lip. I consider stuffing her panties in her mouth for a moment—a good punishment for scaring the shit out of me—but I want to hear her screams so I’ll save that for another time.
I shake my head. “What did I do to deserve you?” I push her dress down farther, careful to leave the straps tight around her arms.
One breast is revealed then the other, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I flick a nipple and she squeaks. I touch it more softly next time then bend to take it in my mouth. As soon as I’ve drawn it in through my teeth, she bucks upward. I move to her other breast and do the same before kissing around the gentle mound of it, biting gently and leaving little red marks on her skin.
The marks give me an idea and I move down, bypassing where her dress is bunched around her hips so that I can settle between her legs. I nip the inside of her thigh with my teeth then suck hard. When I’m sure I’ve left a proper mark, I pull back and admire it.
I touch the mark and grin. “There, you’re mine now.” I ease her up a little so she can see it too.
“So I am.” The sweetest smile threatens to break right through my hardened heart.
She flops back down onto the bed when I nudge her back. “Keep still,” I remind her.
Gray nods frantically. She’s desperate to tell me to get on with it but I can’t help myself. She’s like the perfect little toy. Sexy, innocent, desperate for my cock. Every man’s dream.
“So fucking beautiful.” I whisper the words against her skin as I come back to taste the inside of her thighs.
Her juices drip down her thighs and I lick them up, tasting the concoction of my cum and her arousal. Following the trail, I nudge her folds with my nose then take my first taste. She jerks and I put a hand to her stomach to keep her still.
Using my tongue, I swipe up and down her clit. It swells underneath my tongue and I circle it then draw it gently between my teeth. I repeat the movements sometimes thrusting my tongue inside her until her skin is clammy and she’s gripping the bedsheets.
I can’t say I’m in any better state but I want this to last. Those gunmen ruined our previous night together. This time I’m going to make this unforgettable for better reasons.
Eyeing the dress, bound around her like rope, I make a snap decision. The cheap fabric comes apart quickly when I rip it away from her.
“V!” She claps her hands across her bared body.
I shrug. “I’ll get you a new one.” Reaching for her, I move her hands away. “You’re not shy, Little One. Don’t pretend you are. I know you want to show off that hot little body to me.”
Color flares from her chest upward into her cheeks but that excitement still resides in her eyes. I keep her hand in mine and tug her to sitting.
“Get onto your knees and spread your legs, sweetheart. Show me what’s mine.”
Gray sucks in a long, lingering breath and does as she’s told. Even in this crappy motel, she makes the perfect image. I’d love to see her against silk sheets though.
Soon, I promise myself. When this is all over, I’m taking her away from all of this and giving her the world.
Her thighs tremble as she spreads them. Her ass rests on her heels and she lets her hands fall to her sides. She might be inexperienced but she knows how to hold herself. Gray’s high tits thrust out.
I come to the side of her. My erection is about the hardest it’s ever been, if that’s possible. Just when I think she can’t drive me any more crazy, she does.
Hand to the back of her neck, I sweep the back of my hand down her breasts and let it come to a stop at her cunt. I use two fingers to spread her folds then press down and up into her needy pussy. She gasps.
I hold my hand still and her pleading gaze connects with mine.
“You need more, Little One?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Take it then. Ride my fingers.”
She opens her mouth then snaps it shut. Hesitant at first, she eases herself up. Her eyes flutter shut when she comes back down on my fingers. She repeats the movement, quicker this time. I keep my hand to her back to support her.
Lips parted, hands resting on her thighs, she bobs up and down, fucking herself on my fingers over and over. Sweat beads on my brow as I watch this display. Creases wrinkle her forehead. I can feel her body tightening on my fingers. As much as I want to see her come like this, I need to be in her when it happens.
I remove my fingers swiftly and her eyes snap open. “That’s enough,” I tell her.
I press her down onto the bed and drag up her hips. With a hand to her back, I keep her face flat against
the mattress. She’s a perfect fucking offering, her pussy open to me and her delicate asshole revealed to me.
As much as I want to stare, my cock says otherwise. One hand to her back, the other to her hip, I line myself up with her ass and thrust into her cunt.
Her cries are muffled as I drive into her. Hard. Fast. I grunt and clench my jaw. She’s practically as tight as she was the first time I took her but this is so much deeper. I know she can feel my length better than ever.
I grip her ass cheek until I leave more marks on her. Fingerprints mar the perfect curve. My breaths come heavy. Her body tightens around me and I feel pulses running through her. Gray’s cries grow strangled. I lean over her and find her clit. A few circular motions and she’s coming around me.
I throw my head back and pound into her. “Fuck.” The heat sears me to my core. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I shoot inside her, filling her once more.
If I keep going this way she’s going to be round with my child in a few months. I’ll sure as hell have a lot of explaining to do but I’m past the point of caring. I love her. Love her with every part of me. This is more than sex, more than desire or even lust.
Easing out of her, I lie down next to her sated body. She’s limp, her head turned to one side with a satisfied smile curving across her lips. I hold her gently and she loops an arm around my neck.
“You need to stop ripping my clothes.”
I chuckle. “Never.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“Never,” I repeat.
I don’t know if she understands that I mean it. I always knew I’d give up everything for her but does she get it? Does she know that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her? Does she realize she has me on my knees, ready to do anything to keep her happy? I’d be scared except I’ve been numb to fear for a long time. After losing my wife and child, and with everything I’ve seen it’s hard to be scared.
But it’s more than that. I know it’s worth the fear. Gray is worth everything to me.
She searches my gaze and I wonder how much of my thoughts are written on my face. It’s too much to tell her. She’s so fucking young, can she even understand?
I run my hand over her bare back. Exhaustion makes my eyes heavy. I drag her into my hold and absorb the feel of her tucked against me, safe in my arms.
“Nice,” she murmurs against my arm.
“Where you belong.”
She nods. Good girl.
Chapter Fourteen
Gray
I’m not sure how long we slept for but I wake up to find Valentine’s naked body wrapped around me. I stretch but he remains asleep. I glance down at the muscled, hairy arm lying across my waist. The contrast of his strength against my skinny body does something strange inside me. It excites me at the same time as making me feel protected.
I stare at him for a while, watching the movement behind his eyelids and admiring the length of his dark lashes against his cheeks. Even in sleep, creases mar his forehead but this is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. I’d love to see him like this more often—it suits him.
Vowing to let him rest, I wriggle out from under his arm and pad over to the bathroom. I glance back to see him still asleep. At some point while we slept he dragged the sheet over us and it hangs off his hips, giving me the perfect view of the top of his ass. I bite my lip and recall digging my nails into it the first time we had sex.
I sigh and ease open the bathroom door. For so long now, I’ve fantasized about Valentine, and he’s more than lived up to the fantasy.
I step into the shower and turn on the water. The initial chill makes me shudder but it warms quickly and I relax. I shouldn’t be relaxing when there’s killers out there wanting me and Valentine dead. I certainly shouldn’t be fantasizing about V. Or wondering what the future holds for us. Everything he says and does makes me think he wants something for us but how can I be sure? We might be part of the same world but our lives couldn’t be much different.
I check my heel and peel off the protective pad. It all looks pretty good and doesn’t even hurt anymore. I squeeze out a generous helping of apricot shampoo and lather it up. As I rinse it out, I close my eyes and try to picture a future with him. I shake my head. How can I know what the future holds for us when I hardly understand his past?
Unfortunately I’m too scared to dig deeper. I’ve only just gotten him back to being the loving, caring, sexy Valentine. I don’t want to risk making him close up again.
I condition my hair and go to turn off the shower when the door squeaks open and the shower curtain eases back. Valentine grins at me, his hair tousled from sleep and his eyes still hooded.
“Couldn’t wait for me?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you. You needed rest.”
His cock is hard again as he skims his gaze over my body. “Well, I’m fully rested now.”
His grin turns wicked and he steps into the shower with me, drawing me close. I splay my hands over his chest and suck in a sharp breath. The response within me is instant. I might not be able to picture a future with him but there’s no doubting I want it. He sets me on fire, inside and out.
Valentine fucks me in the shower. Slow and sensual, his hands everywhere. My orgasm is slow and unfurling and I’m able to appreciate every inch of his hard body and the way his hands cup my body perfectly. When we’re done, he kisses me deeply and looks into my eyes. My heart throbs in response but no words come.
He doesn’t say anything either but I’m sure I can read all I need in those dark eyes.
“Let’s get you clean then I’ll find us some food.”
My stomach grumbles in response, and we laugh. “I think my stomach agrees.”
He nods. “I’ve been neglecting you. You haven’t eaten since this morning.”
I shake my head when he reaches for the soap and lathers it up. “How many orgasms in one day?” I tick them off on my fingers. “I feel far from neglected.”
“You can’t survive on orgasms alone.”
“I’m not sure about that…”
“Greedy,” he teases and soaps me down. He helps me rinse the conditioner from my hair then offers me a hand to help me out.
Slinging a towel around my shoulders, he puts one around his waist then rubs me down much as he did this morning. However, this time I’m not filled with uncertainty and fear. I know who is in front of me now. It’s the real Valentine. The one that normally remains hidden under his hard, business-like façade. The one I want in my life forever.
Once we’re dry and dressed, he points to the bed. “Stay here, I saw a burger joint not far from here.”
“Sounds great.” I glance at the bed. “You don’t think I’ve spent enough time there?” I grin.
“Never.” He kisses me firm on the lips.
I sit on the bed and wait for his return, twining the sheet beneath my fingers. Now the haze of sex and desire has eased, I’m left with a warm sensation in my chest. The love I have for him is stronger than ever. How could I not love him? He’s willing to put his life on the line for me. He always puts me first. Always has really, ever since I’ve known him, he’s been a gentleman.
Not quite a gentleman in bed, though. I run a palm across the sheets. The things we did…
Warmth gathers in my cheeks. I didn’t know I’d want to do those sorts of things in bed but when he tells me what to do—spreading my legs and touching me like that—I can’t deny him. I’ve never felt so sexy in my life.
The door bursts open after about twenty minutes of waiting and makes me jolt. I stand and my heart pounds, even when I realize it’s Valentine. He gives me a grim look and stuffs a paper bag of food into my hand.
“We’ll have to eat and run.”
A bitter taste lingers in my mouth. “Why? Are we in danger?”
He shakes his head. “Not immediate but I saw someone…We need to leave.” He grabs his duffel bag and the bag of new clothing and stuffs our few belongings in them, then takes my hand.
Valentine glances left and right, leaving the motel room door open. My breaths come rapidly and my palms grow clammy. I’m half-expecting shots to ring out. Cars come and go from the parking lot and people mill around. I see nothing unusual.
We reach the car and he motions for me to get in before flinging in the bags. Before I can get in, I catch sight of a man striding toward us. I freeze and Valentine twists to see what’s caught my eye.
“V,” I squeak.
His hand goes into his jacket. “I’ve got it,“ he murmurs. “Get in the car. There’s too many witnesses. Nothing will happen.”
I’m sure he’s lying but I get in, trying not to wretch as nausea rolls through my stomach. Valentine slams the door shut. The man comes closer. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt. There’s nothing unusual about him. But he’s moving with purpose and definitely coming for us.
He stops a few paces away from Valentine and I strain to listen to what he says but I can’t make it out. Valentine closes the gap between them and the conversation looks intense. Valentine keeps his hand in his jacket and I fist my hands until my nails dig into my palms. All I can do is pray Valentine doesn’t get hurt. Oh God, please don’t let him get hurt.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until the man turns away. Valentine watches him leave then gets in the car. He guns the engine before I can ask what happened.
“I’ll tell you in a minute. Let’s get out of here.”
I buckle up and he takes us quickly onto the highway. Once we’re far away from the small town, he slows down.
“Who was that man?”
“You’ve heard of the Vincenzos?”
“I think so.” I swallow. “Aren’t they…aren’t they mafia?”
Valentine nods. “Danny’s been pushing into their territory recently. He’s playing a dangerous game. I suspected that was why someone was trying to take both of you out.”
“Has something happened to Danny?”
He shakes his head. “He was fine when I spoke to him. Laying low. He’s smart. He wouldn’t have survived this long if he wasn’t.”
“So what’s happened?”