Asshole: dress warm. be over in 10
Whenever Brent texted, it was always something ridiculous. Dinner and a movie, he said, but it was just him bringing diner food, and… the nights ended in screaming.
Last time he said we were going dancing, but it was just us in the middle of the forest with a bluetooth speaker. The avoidance of the public eye was important to him, but, before me, he was seen with girls all the time.
Tonight was no different, I guessed. The idiot never even asked me to be his Valentine, but here I was on February fourteenth with a last-minute text message about how we were doing something.
Do I dress cute or like a hobo, making him regret asking me last minute?
If we ended up doing something in public, I would die of regret. I imagined the headlines about The Montgomery Group heir looking like she came off of a bad bender.
Nooo thank you.
Warm and cute was my goal. Simple pastel colors with my pink cashmere sweater, paired with a winter coat would do just fine. I checked my hair and makeup in before he knocked at my door, ringing the doorbell twice.
I came out to find he let himself in. Brent and his lockpicking skills never could define privacy, or when it was acceptable to break into someone’s house.
Breaking in never seemed like a good idea, but what did I know about bad boy culture?
“Blondie,” he looked me up and down, taking his time memorizing what I looked like. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder–as was standard for him at this point. “Suprise kidnapping for V-Day!”
I whacked his back. “You couldn’t have asked me about Valentine’s?”
His laugh rumbled through both of us as he carried me outside, plopping me down next to his bike. “You know I love a good surprise.”
Grasping my chin, he pulled me to him, dragging me into his version of a hello. Our lips met each other and he moaned in excitement of whatever his devious mind had plotted. His other hand snaked up the back of my neck, fingers filtering through my hair to grab a firm hold.
A groan escaped me, sinking deeper into the hold that he had over me. Maybe I could forgive his unorthodox methods.
Blue eyes met mine when he pulled back. He was pleased with himself.
My helmet was shoved onto my head and he lifted me up and onto the bike with little effort.
“Stupid man strength,” I grumbled.
“You weren’t complaining about it yesterday, or the day before that. Actually, I don’t think you’ve complained about my strength when I’m taking full advantage of that pretty little p–”
“Ah! Shut up!” I held my hands to the side of my helmet to filter out what he was saying. “I got your point.”
If he told me he wasn’t a demon, I wouldn’t believe him. A speed demon at the very least. We made it to a lakeside town in record time, and the whole way he insisted that I would love where he was taking me.
Him murdering me might still be on the table.
“Ready for your secret Valentine’s Day gift?” He held out a hand, helping me dismount before lighting up a cigarette.
Looking out, the entire building was dusted in soft snow and twinkling lights. “What is this place? It’s gorgeous.”
”A restaurant with a lakefront view. The finest dining the East Coast has to offer–all for you tonight.”
Trying not to roll my eyes, I said, “You rented this whole place out?”
Putting out his cigarette, his mouth turned up in Brent-style deviousness. “No, but it sounded better than let’s go eat.”
The waiter led us to a VIP table overlooking the frozen lake. There were people…ice skating on it? No way.
Brent ordered for us and turned to me. “What do you think? Did I do decent for a kidnapper?”
I rested my elbow on the table, chin in hand, giving him my best squinty, suspicious eyes. “Maybe.”
The view was stunning. Late winter made for a gorgeous evening. The cold air, the light snow, and the twinkling lights from the restaurant wrapped me in contentment. Relaxing around him was easier after learning his facade covered up a teddy bear.
My first plate arrived, and I smiled at the bruschetta. “Of course, you’d bring me to Italian.”
“What else is there to eat? Outside of diner food, of course.” His fingers brushed mine, lightly holding on. “Blondie, I didn’t ask, but, will you be my Valentine?”
”Yes, you big oaf,” I laughed.
We ate between giggles, kicking each other under the table like kids. By the time the entree was finished, I swore there was room for dessert–until tiramisu arrived.
The waiter uncovered the tray, revealing the words Happy Valentine’s Day. My chest swelled at the look in Brent’s eyes. With everything that’s happened, he cared for me. Despite his odd ways of showing it.
”This is all for you, Blondie. I hope you love it.” He placed a huge box on the table.
”What the hell is it? It’s huge!” I slid the bow off and lifted the lid.
A brand new pair of skates.
”Want to take them for a spin?” He offered his hand to me.
”How else would I break ‘em in? Hell. Yes.” I took his hand and followed him down to the frozen lake.
We eased onto the ice and my chest exploded with excitement. I always found my way back to the ice.
Brent pulled me into his arms, the both of us in an ice dance on the lake. I felt like I was floating up into the clouds. “Tonight has been perfect,” I whispered.
He spun me around a couple of times before dipping me down. “Don’t say that just yet. The night has barely started.” A wicked grin formed on his face.
If I could’ve slapped that grin away, I would have. Dirty mind. “You and your endless teasing.”
Out away from everyone else, he placed a chaste kiss on my lips. “You know, I love you, Blondie. I have since the first moment I set eyes on you. You make me the happiest man on the planet, even when you tell me no and hit me for kidnapping you.”
That time, I did roll my eyes. “I love you too, you idiot.”
He fist pumped in victory. “Yes! She loves me back! Let’s get on with the evening, then?”
Caught off balance, he pulled me back to land as quickly as he could. Whatever part two of his plans were, he was adamant to get them started. We passed through the restaurant and into the lot before he started pushing his bike.
”What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer me until he was satisfied with where he put it. Turning to face me with hands on his hips, his eyes darkened. A wide smile spread across his lips. “Sit,” he said, nodding towards the bike.
Suspiciously, I climbed on.
Brent wagged his finger at me. “No. Sideways.”
I pulled my leg back over and he wasted no time ripping my stockings down.
”Brent!”
”Hush.” He hooked a finger under my panties, pulling those down too. “Blondie, don’t tell me you’re already soaked.”
I scrambled to cover myself. “Oh my God, what are you doing?”
”Giving you the Valentine’s Day that you deserve.” Looking into my eyes, he slipped a finger inside me. His other hand grasped my neck, forcing my eye contact.
Pumping his finger, his grip tightened on my neck. My eyes fluttered closed and I tried not to collapse. A second finger was added, forcing me to groan in delight. My hips rocked forward instinctively, my body wanting more.
“Yes, yes,” I moaned. “Fuck…more.” His hand on my throat prevented my head from falling, those pale blue eyes locked on mine. He reveled in what he was doing to me.
“Look how desperate you are for my hands. Ask me nicely for my mouth.” His voice was low—a hungry growl.
Two fingers curled up, massaging the right spot he found so quickly every time. I moaned, almost forgetting his demands. “Yes, Brent. Fuck…use your mouth.”
“Nicely.” His thumb swirled on my clit, sending a shudder through my body.
“Please! Oh God, please!”
He pulled out his fingers, sucking on them while his eyes bore into mine. The man looked starved—like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. He got on his knees, face level with my pussy. “Good girl. Now hold on tight.”
That devious mouth clasped over my pussy, dragging his tongue over my entrance, and gently moving over my clit. Fuck me. He pushed a finger back in, slowly sucking on my clit. The warmth of his mouth and the movements of his tongue were too much. He knew every spot on my body to force it to respond how he wanted. My body was his playground–and he had his favorite spots.
My hips responded, rocking toward his mouth. His brows furrowed, focused on sending me over the edge. I felt the build-up coming and I was threatening to be a puddle right there in the parking lot. “Yes, just like that Brent,”
He hummed over my clit, flicking his tongue and pumping his fingers in and out. The other hand held me in place while my legs shook. My orgasm threatened me and he knew it. We both held on as I pushed over the threshold of my orgasm. Seeing stars, I let out a squeaky moan before almost falling off the bike. “Yes…yes! Fuck, Brent. I’m coming.” I grabbed the bike, riding out my spasms.
Kissing my pussy, he groaned before giving a last, full lick, lapping up the juices he forced out of me. “Fuck, Blondie, you come so well for me. I can’t wait to get you back and fuck the life out of you.”
How was I going to make it on a ride back?
“Actually,” he said, “no time for that. Bend over the bike.”
Huh? I blinked at him, still not back to earth. “Over the what?”
Wordlessly, he grabbed me and spun me around, shoving me over the bike. “Over. The. Bike. I told you I would bend you over anything anytime I could. Today is no fucking exception. Grip. The. Fucking. Bike.”
I gripped whatever I could find.
His cock grazed my opening, up and down, teasing me.
”Ask nicely for my cock, Blondie.”
I huffed. “Please give me your cock, Brent.”
”That’s my girl,” he stroked my hair gently before pushing himself inside me. Gripping my hips, he thrusted, desperately trying to fill me as much as possible. “Fuck, you’re soaked for me. All of this is mine—you’re all mine.”
Valentine’s Day getting spent bent over Brent’s bike? Not in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be down for that, but I was.
One hand gripping my hips, he snaked his other to get a firm hold of my hair. He slammed into me over and over, filling me up, and keeping me in a pool of ecstasy.
“More,” I groaned. “Harder. Faster. Please, oh my God, yes.” I struggled to hold on, shoving my ass back, desperate for his cock.
Brent slapped my ass cheek—a sharp sting that made me yelp. A growl came from his chest as he said, “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
I felt him pulse inside of me with the warmth of his cum seeping out, slowly dripping down my thigh. My body went slack over the bike, and he pulled my clothes back on. He sat me up and on the bike, sliding the helmet over my head before starting the bike.
“Look at you, all cute and full of cum. I can’t wait to get you back and do it all over again.”