Frozen Valentine

by E. C. Land

  At least until I do as they want and marry some jerk who will cheat on me. I don’t want that in my life.

  It would be nice to, for once in my life, find someone who wants me for me. Tears prick at my eyes as my phone lights up once again.

  “Are you going to answer that? Or is there a reason you have it on silent?” I nearly jump out of my skin at Theo’s voice, I hadn’t even heard him sit in the seat on the opposite end of the couch.

  Instead of giving him words, I shrug sullenly and lift a spoonful of chicken and dumplings to my mouth. I blow on the amount I’m holding to my mouth and test it with the tip of my tongue finding it’s good. I ignore Theo while doing this needing to not have him question my phone going off. It will continue to go off.

  “You want to answer my question? I could always just answer it and figure out for myself why you’re not answering,” he quips.

  “Leave my phone alone,” I mutter and eat some more.

  “Blake, your phone is staying lit up, if you’re ignoring someone wouldn’t it be better to turn the damn thing off?” he suggests.

  “Christian told me to never turn my phone off. That I should always have it on me,” I grumble, feeling like an even bigger fool. Why would he say this? I’m confused and angry right now at all that’s going on in my head.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Theo sitting forward, placing his bowl on the coffee table, and snagging my phone up into his hands.

  “What are you doing? Give me that,” I snap, putting my own bowl down and launching myself at him to get my phone from his grasp. Nothing about my phone lighting up is any of his business.

  Only when I launch myself at him, I end up straddling him in the process as he holds my phone out of my reach. Damnit, I hate being short, if I were taller I might have longer arms and be able to reach it.

  No. instead, what do I do? I press myself firmly against him. The only thing that stops me from reaching further is when he groans and I realize my breasts are pressing into his face as I lean into him to get the damn phone.

  Shit. Someone shoot me now.

  “Um, I’m so sorry,” I murmur shyly as I go to pull away and to move away from him. Only his hands move like lightning and he grasps my waist. I don’t miss the clatter of my phone hitting the table next to me but my focus at the moment is trying to keep myself breathing. Especially as I meet Theo’s lust-filled gaze.

  His hands at my waist hold me firm to him and I don’t know what to expect. Not even when he positions me over his harden shaft, that I can feel pressing against his sweats. With the thin material of my leggings there’s not much between it and me. And God knows I’m tempted so tempted to beg him to show me what he can do with something so massive. Because I’m sure like the man himself, he’s got to be huge.

  Theo doesn’t say anything, nor does he do what I’m thinking he would. Nope, instead, he stands from the couch, with his hands still on my waist. I place my feet on the floor and he gently pushes me back.

  “I’m sorry,” I murmur, the guy’s older than me at least by ten years. He probably has a wife back home or a girlfriend.

  Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

  “I’m just going to go to bed now,” I state without meeting his gaze. I turn on my heels and rush out of the room and into the bedroom. I grab my nightclothes, a red silk nightie. I have a thing for nighties. Out of all my clothes, it’s also another thing my mother tries to dictate, there are only certain items she doesn’t touch. My panties, bras, and nighties.

  Thankfully. If she did, I’m sure I’d be in something I dreaded.

  I love to wear sexy lingerie. It makes me feel better about who I am. Why? Because of what just happened out there. Being rejected sucks and I hate myself for wanting something to happen when this man most likely already has someone at home.

  Stripping out of my clothes, I slip the nightie over my body and climb into the bed. I readjust the pillows the way I want them. I close my eyes but rather than fall asleep I lie there thinking of the fool I made of myself.

  What woman launches herself at a man she doesn’t know? Worse, what woman would do something when said man most likely is married.

  And I say most likely because I don’t know if he is or not.

  Chapter Five

  Theo

  I swear if I hadn’t moved her off my lap when I did I’d have flipped her over, pulled her leggings down, and slid balls deep in her pussy. I could have, I know it. She wanted me to but I’m no good for a woman like her.

  From what Christian has said about Blake she’s innocence lighting up the darkness in my world.

  Sighing, I scrub a hand over my face and sit back on the couch. Blake surprised the fuck out of me when she’d thrown herself at me to get her phone out of my hand. I didn’t think she’d straddle my fuckin’ cock in the process. Then she’d tried to suffocate me with her tits. They weren’t huge but they were large enough to fit my hands.

  I wanted more than anything to fit those babies into my hands and suck her nipples into my mouth.

  Damnit.

  But common sense came to me before I did something I shouldn’t do.

  Blake’s phone lights up once again and I lift it up this time to notice it saying, ‘Mother Calling’. I go to answer it but it stops. I slide her phone open, noting she doesn’t have a passkey on it. Works for me since it allows me to look at it. I furrow my brows at the number of miss calls. Majority of them were from her mother and father. Another couple were from another number not labeled.

  Deciding to find out why she’d avoid answering her parents’ calls, I pull my phone out and call Christian.

  “You gonna call me every five minutes?” Christian chuckles. “I know my sister is quirky but damn man. You can stick it out.”

  “I’m just wondering why she’d be ignoring nearly fifty calls between your folks and some random number,” I state the reason for me calling him again. I didn’t intend to call him after speaking to him earlier, but this has my curiosity piquing.

  “What’s the random number?” Christian asks, his voice changing quickly to one I know all too well. I rattle off the number and he curses. “You should know that number, man. It’s Ethan Dalca’s number.”

  “Fuck, why the hell would he be calling her?” I demand, fury growing inside me that someone as vile as Dalca would be calling her. The asshole is the same as his cousin. Why would Blake, who is beautiful, want to speak to a man like him? Better yet, is he the reason for her ignoring her phone?

  “Because he’s the man my parents are wanting to set Blake up with in order to marry her off,” he announces, shocking the fuck out of me.

  Hold the fuck up.

  “You sent me here for her, didn’t you?” I sneer. He’d set me up.

  Damnit. I’m going to strangle him.

  “Didn’t set you up, Theo, what I did was send my sister there to make sure she’d be safe away from our parents’ clutches. With you needing a place to go to lay low for a bit, I figured it’s my best bet to make sure Blake stayed safe,” he says, shocking the shit out of me.

  “And you didn’t think to tell me about it? Fuck, Christian, your sister ran out of the house and straight to me when she saw me walk toward the cabin. Damn woman wasn’t even afraid of me, more like she’d been worried I had hypothermia,” I grumble through the line wishing he were in front of me to throttle.

  “She’s always been like that. Blake doesn’t like to see anyone hurt in any way. She’ll overreact and try to smother you with care but it’s who she is. I never wanted to see the shine snuffed out. It’s why she’s there. Now, you gonna have a problem with her being at the cabin?”

  “No, she’s good here,” I mutter, unable to stop the words from spilling off my lips.

  “Good, then I’ll let you get to it,” Christian states and hangs up on me as he’d done earlier.

  Shit.

  What the hell am I going to do now?

  There isn’t much I can do. Something draws me towa
rd her and yet she’s too fuckin’ young. I close my eyes and rest my head against the back of the couch. I contemplate what my next move should be. I need sleep and I’m definitely not doing it here on the couch. The damn thing’s too small for my build.

  Blake will just have to suck it up ‘cause I’m sleeping in the bed with her. Decision made, I stand up and snuff out the fire. I’m not taking chances of it somehow evening up causing the cabin to catch fire and killing us in it. I wonder if Blake would have put the fire out or let it burn.

  I make my way into the room and find her lying on her side facing the window. Good, I won’t have to move her since I prefer to be closest to the door. If someone were going to come at us, they’d have to get through me first. But that’s not going to happen. Shrugging out of my sweatpants, I climb into the bed gently so I wouldn’t wake her up with any movements.

  Once settled into the bed, I place my hands behind my head on the pillow and close my eyes. I allow myself to drift off to sleep more than ready to let my body rest.

  It’s still dark out when I wake. Groaning, I look to the clock on the nightstand to see it’s six in the morning. My mind wanted me to go back to sleep until it catches up with my body it’s why I’m awake this early in the morning.

  Blake is sleeping with her body curled into mine. I hadn’t moved much in my sleep, but I did enough to wrap an arm around her waist to hold her to me. I glance down to see her sleeping with her head resting on my chest, and a knee cocked up over both my legs. In this position her thigh is pressed against my cock.

  Damn.

  Why didn’t I put boxers on? Because my ass doesn’t wear them.

  Shit.

  This isn’t good.

  How do I get out of this position without waking her? I don’t want to startle her awake, but I don’t know if I want her to wake up in my arms.

  She’ll probably think it’s me that put her in such a position.

  The little woman wiggles her body some more in her sleep and fuck me if the movement doesn’t end with her directly on top of me. With my cock pressed up against her wet entrance.

  Oh, fuck me. I can’t handle this. The torture of her wetness being right there touching my cock is far too much of a temptation not to take her.

  But I can’t do it.

  No matter how much I’d love nothing more than to dive into her sweet, delectable body. She’s Christian’s little sister and I won’t treat her like a whore.

  I place my hands on either side of Blake’s hips and slowly roll until I’m able to lay her on her side. The woman starts to grumble something in her sleep about not doing something she’s told. And then I pause as my name slips from her lips as she sighs.

  Fuck.

  The woman met me mere hours ago and yet she’s already dreaming of me. I’m fuckin’ screwed.

  I detach myself from her body and go to climb out of the bed. The sight of what she’s wearing catches my eye and I stop moving. It’s bloody torture not to peel it off her slowly and wrap myself around her.

  Red’s my favorite color and it looks damn good on her.

  Maybe I should say to hell with it and if she doesn’t want this she can easily say ‘no’. Mind made up, I lay back on the bed and bring her body back into mine. Only this time, instead of her head being on my chest, I’m curled around her with my front pressing against her back. My cock presses into the crease of her ass loving the feeling of her skin against me.

  Chapter Six

  Blake

  My dreams have always been somewhat nutty and I’ve always, and I mean always, been a mover in my sleep. I can’t ever stay still to save my life. Somedays I wake up feeling like I’d run a marathon in my sleep. This morning something is completely different.

  For one, I remember going to bed alone and now there is an arm wrapped around my waist with a hand of said arm palming one of my breasts.

  Oh boy.

  Another reason it seems completely different is I remember dreaming of the man who has his hands on my body. I can’t forget about the hardness pressed into my backside. A hardness I might say that’s touching me without any barriers.

  Um.

  Holy cannoli. Theo’s cock is pressing into my backside and it’s not small. Which I knew this last night, I’d felt it before he stood up and set me away from him.

  That thought is like a splash of cold water on my face. Why in the world is he in this bed with me?

  In hopes of not waking him up, I try to slide out of the bed. I don’t want him to feel guilty for holding me to him and have to tell his wife or girlfriend he’s slept with another woman. I won’t be a homewrecker. I couldn’t do it. I don’t care if my parents can live such a life. But I can’t.

  I want to be the only one a man wants and no other will do. Otherwise, my heart will simply freeze over, and I’ll die a virgin and never know the touch of a man. Well, at least not a touch like this.

  As I pull away from Theo, he grabs hold of me and tightens his hold. His cock grinds against my backside and mother of all sins it causes my body to hum with need. I want him inside me.

  God knows why. The man is a stranger to me and yet I’ve felt this connection to him from the moment I laid eyes on him when he’d been walking toward the house in the snow.

  Crap, I didn’t even ask him about where his car is or how far he walked. Last night had been one for the books. I can only put it down as I’d simply put it all in the back of my mind when he’d removed his clothes.

  His body is magnificent and right now it’s pressed against mine.

  The brush of his lips against my shoulder sends chills down my spine. Not bad chills like I get when I meet one of the men my parents want me to date. No, these chills are something entirely different. They go straight to my core and I can feel the wetness pooling in between my legs there in a way I’ve never felt before. Not even when I relieved myself.

  Theo peppers my bare skin with more light kisses moving up my neck and to my throat. When he gets to the spot right at my ear, I’m breathing heavily. More like panting, ready for him to touch me where I need him most.

  “Morning, Snowflake,” he purrs in my ear.

  Oh my.

  Oh boy.

  Um.

  Red alert.

  Does he realize he’s in bed with me and not his woman?

  “Um,” I start but have to take a second to gather my thoughts. “Theo, you need to let me go.”

  “Why? Seems pretty comfy right where we are,” he states, and I can sense the humor in his voice.

  Damnit.

  This isn’t funny.

  “Because you . . . weren’t supposed to be in bed with me. There’s a perfectly good couch out there in the living room.”

  “I’m much too big of a man to sleep on a couch the size of that one. Besides, I’m not about to sleep anywhere but in a bed of the cabin which is mine,” he declares, pointing out that his family owns the cabin yet again.

  Great.

  I’m going to hurt my brother for lying to me about the cabin and him renting it for me.

  Ugh.

  “Then you need not be touching me and stay on your side of the bed,” I mutter with a huff.

  Theo chuckles and the sound against my ear is like music to my ears.

  What is this man doing to me?

  “Snowflake, I should be the one saying that to you, bella. You were the one who wrapped herself around me. I woke up to your pussy laying on my cock and you damn near tortured me with your wetness,” he growls and grinds himself against the crease of my ass.

  Crap-a-doodle.

  That sounds like something I would do. But I can’t help I’m a mover in my sleep.

  “I’m sure your wife or girlfriend appreciates you not taking advantage of something so easily accessible,” I mutter sarcastically.

  Why?

  Don’t ask me.

  He’s the one driving me insane with lust right now.

  “Who said I was with someone?” he demands.
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  “No one. But anyone who looks like you, being hot, would be snagged up quick. No woman in their right mind would turn you away. I mean, look at you. You could easily have a woman at home and still have the pick of your choice every night. Wouldn’t matter if you did have someone waiting at home. I’m sure she’d understand you needing to dip your wick elsewhere. Variety is everything in our world and even women do it too.”

  Oh my God. I did not just say that. I cannot believe those words came from my mouth.

  Theo stiffens behind me and when I think he’s going to move and storm out of the room like I hope, leaving me to wallow in my embarrassment, he doesn’t. Instead, Theo maneuvers me until I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.

  On top of me with my legs incasing his massive frame. His cock laying snug against my entrance.

  Um.

  Snap. Crackle. Pop.

  The look of fury is radiating off of him.

  “What the fuck did you just spew from your mouth?” he snarls, his face directly in mine.

  I don’t think I’ve seen anyone look so furious. And yet, he doesn’t scare me. Or well, I don’t think I feel a sense of fear I’d normally feel with anyone else I’ve been around. Usually if I’m within touching distance of one of the men I’ve been set up with my skin begins to feel like something’s crawling over it.

  “Um,” I say quietly to start, but Theo lifts his head and shakes it.

  “You know what, don’t answer it. I don’t want to hear it. But I’ll tell you right fuckin’ now. If I had a woman. I wouldn’t be in this bed with you. If said woman were mine, she’d have been here with me and I’d be fuckin’ her brains out rather than having my cock ready to dive into your snatch. I don’t cheat on women and the fact you want to sit there and say I can dip my wick into whatever snatch I want pisses me the fuck off. It’s not the person I am,” he sneers with a curl of his lip.

  Yeah, so I guess I’ve really ticked him off.

  “So you don’t have a girlfriend or wife?” I ask in astonishment.