He laughs and kisses my cheek. He looks so handsome in the hoodie I got for him. Sleeves shoved up past his elbows. Black tank top under as usual. So many lickable tats on display.
It’s been the best Valentine’s Day ever! I didn’t think a holiday could rival Christmas, but they proved me wrong.
They’ve left random love notes all around the house. Whenever I guess right on who wrote what, I get a Hershey kiss, or a chocolate-covered strawberry, or some other treat.
“Oooh!” I chirp and snatch up the one taped to the banister as Vincent carries me to the main family room. Opening it, I read, “I love you more than my tats. Really, Vinny?” I snort, but I’m grinning.
He shrugs. “Gotta give you an easy one now and then.”
I open my mouth and close my eyes, waiting for my treat. Oooh, I moan and gush at the white chocolate-covered strawberry. While enjoying, I comb my hands through his wispy brown locks.
I feel like a kid in a candy factory. But more like a “Valentine’s Day 101” factory. I woke up to the house turned into a bed and breakfast. Rory made all my favorites, like Belgian waffles and strawberries, and Eggs Benedict, of course, and Seth and Jude served me on silver platters.
Then, they treated me to a spa. I got an expert full-body massage from Rory, a mani/pedi from Jude, Seth did a coconut milk treatment for my hair, then braided it.
We made heart-shaped pizzas for lunch.
Jude taught me some ballroom dancing—limp-style—before I got bored of classical music and asked Seth to DJ some Flo Rida and Usher.
They gave me free rein of the remote.My Bloody Valentine,Heart Eyes,Cupid…and dear Rory would bring me random Valentine’s Day sweets while Seth fell asleep on my lap.
Heart-shaped Scottish shortbread cookies. Nutella crepes. Strawberry macarons. Classic cheesecake. Chranachan. Scottish tablets. And of course…scones!
Vincent and I even went on a nature walk with Pew Pew.
Jude puts his book down as his partner carries me into the family room and brings me to his leather chair, transferring me to the doctor.
Jude does that swoonworthy thing that makes me weak at the knees. “Antagonizing the socio again?”
Vincent snorts. “I’ll never see icing the same way.” He mutters something about a “porno in a bakery” before slumping into his chair on the other side of the fireplace.
Jude reaches into his pocket to give me a handkerchief. Thanking him, I wipe off the traces of Rory’s cum. All the nerve endings in my clit light up thanks to the piercing.
“Oh, God!” I squeak as the orgasm rips through me. One of countless today. But each one feels more intense.
Jude observes with that smug leer as I fall apart, grinding against his pelvis and…ohshitohshitohshit! Another rises. Jude laughs heartily. The piercings in my tits seem to latch onto the vertical hood one, resonating with little vibrations to wreak beautiful havoc on my system. I come again, inner muscles pulsating, the heat erupting through me like ballistic fire in all colors blazing through me. By the time I come down, I’m gasping. And the thong is soaked.
That piercing really is incredible.
“You’re evil. The worst of them all.” I stick my nose up at Jude.
“I know.” He taps my nose, and I catch his finger in my teeth, grinning at him the whole time.
Then, I glance around. My poorly crafted Valentines litter the coffee table, along with the Dirty Minds cards. Totally lost that game.
“Where’s Seth?” I wonder.
“He’ll be back soon,” Jude assures me, kissing the side of my head. “How are you, Babydoll?”
“Wonderful. Perfect.”
I still have a big, goofy smile, and I know I must look more glazed than a Krispy Kreme factory.
“You like the dresses?” he references the three they bought for me. Okay, Vincent made one. A knitted purple one that matches my hair and hugs all my curves.
“Perfect, too.”
I sigh heavily and happily, curling up in his lap and watching the firelight play shadows with Vincent’s handsome face.
