My Dirty Little Valentine: An Erotic Anthology

by Pure Textuality Public Relations

  I knew from listening to her that she had dedicated herself to helping rape victims and abused women. It's a noble cause. I even started volunteering at the rape crisis center she is involved with.

  I'd like to think she and I have struck up a friendship over the last year or so since I met her. Which is what made the fact that she was experiencing the same trauma as the women she tried to help, all the more difficult to bear.

  No wonder why I hadn't heard from Jacob. He had a vested interest in this case and would stop at nothing to get Megan out safely.

  "You still there Kara?" Sophie brought my focus back from my thoughts.

  "Yeah. Holy shit. This is... I can't even describe what this is. Jacob is down there."

  "He's good at what he does. I'm sure he's okay."

  "I know. The SWAT team would go in before him, but I just... I can't..." I stuttered my response. It wasn't so much about him physically getting hurt. I was concerned that this would bring back a lot of awful memories for Jacob. And right before we leave on our honeymoon.

  "I know. I'm sorry, sweetie. I better get going. Duncan is due for a feeding soon. I just wanted to call and make sure you knew what was going on. Are you going to be okay? If not, I can send Brad over."

  "No, no. That's not necessary. I have to finish packing so I wouldn't be good company anyway."

  "That's right. You guys are leaving for your honeymoon tomorrow. That is so exciting! And what a great way to spend Valentine's Day!"

  Indeed it was. Valentine's Day was in a few days, and we'd hopefully be sunning ourselves on the beaches in Punta Cana. Our Dominican Republic getaway was a gift from my parents for our wedding. I was desperately looking forward to warmth and sunshine and a lot of naked time with my hubby. Oh yes, that was what I was looking forward to the most.

  "I'm excited. We are in desperate need of some alone time. We've been spending so much time in Pennsylvania with Emma and the girls since John moved out, that I feel like we've been running ragged. I'm still confused with that whole situation. It seems like the more answers Emma gives, the more questions I have."

  "Those two have to work it out. If they can't, we are all doomed. Their marriage was an inspiration for us newlyweds."

  "I know," I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I was really hoping that they would figure things out and soon. Especially since I knew how much it was affecting the girls. They hated their dad not being home, and I knew Emma did too. Jacob and I tried to be there for them every opportunity we could, but living four hours away, there was only so much we could do.

  I could hear the sound of Duncan's crying muffled in the background of our call, and it made my uterus ache. I wanted Jacob's child so badly. As we discussed, I went off birth control on Christmas Day, and we were trying to make a baby like we were rabbits. "Practice makes perfect," Jacob said. Not that I was going to complain. He pleased me in ways I never thought imaginable.

  "Shit. I have to go. Little man wants my boob. Have a good time on your trip, sweetie. And try not to worry too much about Jacob and the doctor. Everything will work out, I promise."

  "Thanks, hon. Kiss the baby for me."

  I continued to watch the coverage on the news about Megan and packed a suitcase for Jacob during commercials. We had to be at the airport by six-thirty in the morning to be sure to make it through airport security.

  Thankfully, the standoff ended an hour later, but the details of what happened were vague. Megan was admitted to the hospital with unknown injuries, and the husband was shot and killed. It was sad that it had to come to that, and I prayed for both of their families. I was also praying that Megan would be alright. I didn't know the extent of her injuries or how serious they were.

  Waiting for answers was going to be a bitch.

  I must have fallen asleep waiting for Jacob to come home, because my eyelids stirred as my body was jostled out of its prone position on the couch. I could smell Jacob and feel his warmth along my side as he carried me down the hall. I nuzzled my face in his neck and planted a light kiss there.

  "You're home," I said groggily.

  "Sorry you were worried, Sunshine. There was no time for me to text you back."

  "Is Megan going to be okay?" Jacob set me on the floor, and I looked up into his troubled eyes. Even in the faint light from the small lamp, I could see that he was fighting demons.

  He nodded his head, and his hands grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Next he worked on the button and zipper of my jeans. He knelt while his hands pushed them down my legs. I kicked them off and then repeated the process on him.

  We crawled between the sheets once we were both naked and Jacob rested his head on my chest while our legs intertwined with each other. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he tightened his hold on my body. I knew he needed my comfort more than anything right now, and I was content to hold him while he soaked up my warmth.

  "You didn't really answer my question," I reminded him after a few minutes, and a sick feeling settled in the pit of my stomach at the fact that he didn't tell me any details. That couldn't mean anything good.

  He sat in silence a while longer and I grew more anxious waiting for his answer. When he finally spoke, I held my breath.

  "He stabbed her five times before trying to cut her throat. That's when we shot him. They immediately took her into surgery and when I left she was in intensive care. Thankfully he didn't hit any major organs and they are expecting a full recovery. All I could think about was what you looked like when they wheeled you on a stretcher out of that alley, Kara. It was unsettling to know that anyone could be going through the same thing, let alone someone who we know. Someone who took care of you. Shit, she takes care of everyone. She tries to protect women from this type of behavior. It just doesn't seem fair."

  "Shhh..." I whispered and kissed his head. "Thank God she's going to be okay."

  "The worst part of all this was that I had to keep myself under control. Not only was I the lead hostage negotiator, but I had to lock Mack down."

  My body stilled at this bit of information. That didn't seem like it would be necessary for the Mack I knew. "What do you mean you had to lock him down?"

  "Apparently he and Megan have been having a sexual relationship ever since your attack. From what I gather it's an on again, off again type of thing. Problem is right now it's on and he had no idea this guy was still threatening her."

  "I'm not sure that would have mattered, Jacob. Mack strikes me as the type of man who feels deeply and this would cut anyone to the bone," I noted.

  "True." He kissed my collarbone and continued, "When word went out over the radio what was going on, he raced down to the hospital and lost it. I mean completely. I'm talking he was hitting shit, throwing shit and going gonzo. It was so out of character for him. The Captain threatened to really lock him up down at the station. I had to talk him off the ledge and get his head in the game. Acting like that wasn't going to help Megan. It was only making it worse because we had to focus our attention elsewhere."

  "He loves her," I concluded.

  Jacob nodded again. "I think so."

  My heart skipped a beat for them. I've been worried about Mack for a long time. It isn't healthy to live such a no strings attached life. We are one of the few people he has a long-term relationship with, and even then you can tell that he holds a piece of himself back from us.

  "Don't get your hopes up, Sunshine," Jacob said when my heart starting pounding. "After losing his wife to cancer, that man does not hook his star to anyone else's. Even if he loves her, he'll never admit it."

  "Sometimes we have to face our fears before we can move forward and live. Maybe almost losing her tonight was enough to wake him up."

  "And maybe it was enough to remind him how much it hurts to lose something and it will have the opposite effect."

  He turned his head and nipped my nipple, making me gasp in both surprise and pleasure. Talk about a change in subject.

  "We need to
go to sleep. It's almost one in the morning. We have to get up in four hours." I moaned when his tongue circled the tip of my breast before he sucked deeply.

  His hand slid down my body, between my legs and then his finger hit the spot. My hips lifted, instinctively searching for more from his magic hands.

  "God, Jacob. Right there," I breathed as his tongue flicked against my nipple in time with his finger flicking my clit. My argument was lost to the sensations he was producing in my body. Not surprisingly, my orgasm built quickly as his finger fucked me with perfection. Jacob knew my body and how to wring the most pleasure from it, and I repeatedly reaped the benefits of that knowledge.

  I fought my release. I really did. I wanted to come with Jacob buried deep inside me, but he sucked my breast deep inside his mouth, and it snapped like a thread. A low moan escaped me, and my whole body tightened. My hand flew to the back of his head and held him there while my whole body trembled.

  When I came down, he rolled on top of me, and I instantly widened my legs, opening myself to him.

  "God, you're beautiful," he murmured against my skin as he trailed his tongue down my neck and slowly slid inside me.

  My breath caught at how right he felt, filling me completely. I didn't think I would ever get used to that feeling or how big he actually was. It was thrilling each and every time we made love.

  He rocked into me slowly at first, but built up speed with each thrust. He settled my legs on his shoulders so that he could go deeper, and I held back the scream of pleasure that wanted to erupt from my mouth. I loved it when he was this deep. It felt like we were one.

  "Faster," I urged him on as he pounded into me relentlessly, seeking out our mutual pleasure.

  "Baby, I'm not going to last much longer. I was ready to explode as soon as I entered you," he gritted out past clenched teeth. I put my finger on my clit and pressed and rolled there, bringing myself to the brink.

  "That's it, Kara. Show me how you like it."

  I cried out when his words pushed me over the edge into a delicious orgasm. It was not as strong as my first but definitely longer and sweeter. Jacob slid in one last time before he stilled, and I felt him come inside me.

  We stayed connected. My arms and legs wrapped around his body tightly and his head buried in my neck, while his mouth grazed over the skin there. After a few minutes, he pulled out slowly and positioned us so that we were spooning.

  "I need to clean up," I said as I started to roll away in order to head to the bathroom.

  His arms tightened, halting my progress. "Tonight I want you to sleep with me inside you."

  My stomach flip flopped when he said that, and I felt a spasm between my legs at his declaration.

  I settled back and he kissed my shoulder. "I love you," he whispered in my ear.

  "I love you too, babe," I replied before my body settled into sleep.

  * * *

  Mile High Club

  I hated airport security. Without a doubt, I was always the one who had to step aside for a thorough search. Today was no different, with the exception of the fact the line wasn't that bad, so we went through without having to wait too long. This was especially good since getting out of bed sucked and might have taken longer than it should have this morning.

  Jacob and I sat next to each other in the airport lounge by our gate and waited to board the plane. Jacob was talking on his phone to another officer, Detective John Katz, getting an update on Megan.

  I have to admit, I had a lot of guilty feelings this morning about boarding a plane to paradise when my friend was in the hospital. Then Jacob reminded me that Megan would be furious if I cancelled our honeymoon because of her. He's right, but that doesn't help with the guilt gnawing at my insides. I've felt off all morning because of it.

  "She's out of critical care." He sounded as relieved as I felt at that statement.

  I settled my head on his shoulder and laced our fingers together. "Thank God."

  "I can't wait to get you to the Dominican Republic. Be prepared to spend your time either naked or in a bikini."

  I giggled at that. That's all he's been talking about since our wedding and some of the dirty things he's warned me he was planning on doing heated my blood on a regular basis.

  "I'm serious." He let go of my hand and squeezed my knee, making me yelp. "Your body is mine for the next two weeks. And if I say I want you naked then you're going to be naked."

  "We'll see," I said coyly and batted my eyelashes at him. He kissed my forehead and put his cheek on the top of my head.

  "Tired?" I asked.

  "Yeah, but the reason why is worth it," he replied, referring to our love making session the night before.

  "Mmmm..." I agreed.

  The attendants announced boarding was beginning for our flight, so we grabbed our carry-on bags and headed towards the now open gate. Jacob held my hand while we walked down the jetway side by side. I'm sure we looked like a disgustingly sweet couple to the other passengers.

  Once we located our seats, we stowed our bags and sat. Jacob gave me the window seat, while he took an aisle seat. Thankfully, the plane didn't have three seats on each side. I hated sitting next to strangers.

  I rested my head on the back of the plush seat and stretched my legs as best I could. We were in for a long flight. However, it would all be worth it when we landed in Punta Cana in six hours. I dug out my Kindle and fired up my latest Kristen Ashley novel. I lost myself in a fictional world while the passengers streamed onto the plane, and the flight attendants went through the directions should an emergency occur.

  I didn't worry about what to do in case of an emergency. I had flown enough times to have their spiel memorized, and besides I knew that Jacob would always have a plan if we needed it. My man was a hero through and through.

  "You know..." Jacob's voice trailed off, and I felt his finger discreetly rubbing along the seam of my jeans right where the sweet spot was between my legs. His body was angled to hide the torment he was inflicting on me. "We could initiate ourselves into the mile high club."

  It had been three hours since our flight started, and I was considering taking a nap. That idea quickly flew out the window as Jacob continued to stroke me between my legs.

  "That would be naughty," I whispered. He shifted his body to face mine more fully, completely hiding me from any prying eyes that might exist.

  "Very naughty," he agreed and his teeth grazed my earlobe.

  My eyes rolled in the back of my head, and a throb started to build between my legs. Only Jacob could do this to me. I might not have a lot of experience, but each and every time with him was mind-blowing, and he knew I couldn't get enough.

  "Jacob, please," I begged when his finger pressed in harder. The friction from my jeans rubbing against my sex was feeding the flames flicking in my belly.

  He didn't answer. He just continued to press and rub until my legs were shifting restlessly, and my hand was holding his in place.

  "Go to the bathroom, Kara. But don't turn the lock. I'll be in soon."

  Much to my dismay his hand moved, and he straightened in his seat. I could see the bulge behind the zipper on his jeans, and I licked my lips thinking about exploring it more thoroughly.

  "Now, Kara," he demanded lowly. "Jesus, stop doing that and get into the bathroom before I come in my pants like a God damned teenager."

  I smirked and high tailed it to the bathroom, anxious to join the exclusive club.

  It was a typical looking bathroom with the toilet straight ahead and a small white sink and counter on the right, with not much room to move around.

  This was certainly going to be a challenge.

  I took off my shirt and stepped out of my jeans, folded them and set them on the counter. I kicked off my shoes and put them on the side of the toilet. As I stood in my navy blue bra and panties, I prayed Jacob would be the one to open the door next, not some random stranger.

  A few minutes later there was a soft knock and Jacob hurried i
nside, locking the door behind me.

  "Damn, Sunshine. You don't play games. Come here."

  I took a step towards him – there weren't many to take given our space constraints – and he took my mouth in a searing kiss. While his tongue tangled with mine, I undid his jeans and pushed them down his legs. Once his boxers were pushed down his hips, I wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking him.

  The feel of him hot and hard in my hand made my panties grow wetter than they already were, and I ached to have him inside me, taking me, plundering me. Instantly, I was like an addict, and he was my crack.

  "Take me now," I squeaked out when his fingers pulled my bra cup down and his mouth disengaged from mine, so he could suck my nipple.

  "In a minute," he murmured around my breast as his fingers pushed down my panties. I squirmed and kicked them off, not even caring where they landed.

  Jacob moved to my other breast, repeating the process, and I bit my lip to stifle the noise that threatened to pour from me at the ecstasy his mouth was making.

  With his hands on my ass, I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around him to hold myself up. He leaned me against the wall, and I felt the tip of him prod my opening. Not being able to wait any longer, I dropped my weight and took him fully.

  "God, Kara. You feel so fucking good."

  We worked in time with each other, and I savored each push and pull he was giving me. I could feel him swelling inside me and the friction growing. It was the most spectacular feeling. My orgasm came in a rolling wave that was sharp and quick and made my toes curl.

  "I want you to come on me," I panted out against his lips, and he stilled inside me. His eyes searched mine for a second. "Now, Jacob. Come on me now."

  "Such a demanding vixen," he said as he started moving inside me again. "Where do you want it?"

  My pussy spasmed at his question. I loved it when he talked dirty.

  "Tell me. Where do you want me to come on you? Do you want it on your breasts? Do you want it on your stomach? Or how about I shoot it in your mouth? Would you like that Kara? Does it make you feel like a naughty girl?"