The Valentines Day Proposal

by Bella Winters

  “Okay, okay,” I said, rubbing her shoulder. “Relax. You’re only human, and after this long of keeping it together, especially after what you’ve been through, it’s okay for you to let your hair down. You just need to be a little pickier on who you put your trust in. Nick is an asshole and he only thinks about himself. Just when I start to believe there is something decent inside of him, he goes and pulls a stunt like this. Look, you don’t have to be sorry. I will always be there for you. We are family and we have been since the first time you and your family stepped foot into our home.”

  She raised her hands to her face and began to sob. Her tears spilled over and ran down her cheeks, and she gasped between breaths. I didn’t know what happened to cause her to cry like this, but with every weak whine and sob, my heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest. She was in so much pain, and although I understood that she had every reason to feel that way, I didn’t know what these tears were for. But then again, maybe she didn’t either. Maybe they were for everything. Maybe they were for every terrible event she had been through. Every person ripped from her life without cause or justification. Maybe even a little of it was because of me.

  To think that I had anything to do with this suffering made me feel sick to my stomach. She was such an amazing girl and she was going through hell right now, and I didn’t help make it any easier on her. All those times I could have reached out and I didn’t, leaving her to be strong on her own. I guess everyone has a breaking point, whether it’s early on or after years of suppressing those feelings and tears. I reached over and rubbed her back, hoping that she would get this out of her system and be able to see herself the way that I saw her.

  We pulled up in front of the house and only Ronni’s car was in the driveway. Maria must be out, and that was why she didn’t get Ronni’s call. I got out of the car and rushed over to her side, opening the door and helping her out. She was still crying so I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as we walked toward the house. I could feel her body shaking in my arms, so I took the keys from her and opened the front door. She took in a deep breath and looked up at me, her makeup running down her cheeks and her big brown eyes bloodshot from crying.

  “Will you stay with me tonight?” She looked so sad. “Just to hold me. I don’t want to be alone.”

  “Of course, I will,” I said, relieved that I didn’t have to leave her alone in this state.

  She grabbed onto me as we walked back to her room. She had finally stopped sobbing, but I could tell she was absolutely exhausted from the night’s ordeal. We got into her room, and I quietly shut the door. I switched the light on next to her bed and pulled the curtains closed. Then I took her phone and her shoes from her hands. I turned her around and unzipped her dress, pulling it off her shoulders and helping her step out of it. She crawled into the bed and pulled the covers over her. I took off my shirt and shorts, laying them across the chair, and I climbed in next to her in my boxers. She rolled over on her side and faced me, her eyes puffy from crying.

  “I’ve been working so hard this whole time,” she said. “And my dreams of success, I’ve patterned after you. You are so dedicated and hardworking, and you always have been. In college, the professor asked us to think about a businessman or woman that we wanted to be like, and you were the first person that popped into my head. So, I’ve worked extra hard, sacrificing my freedoms and my friends. I haven’t minded it at all, knowing one day I’ll be able to slow down. But without a family, sometimes it just gets really lonely.”

  As soon as she spoke the word lonely, I immediately knew exactly what she was feeling. Ever since my mother died and I took over running the company, I had felt very alone. My mother was my rock throughout my life, and before taking over the company, I had a life with friends, romance, and a strong family. However, all of that changed in the blink of an eye, and there were more nights than not that I went to bed feeling completely alone, lost in the isolation that came as part of my life.

  I leaned forward and kissed Ronni gently on the forehead, finally understanding so much more about her than I had before. She and I really weren’t all that different in the end. She scooted closer to me and laid her head on my chest. I stroked her hair with my hand until I could feel her body relax and her breathing deepen. I laid there, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about that loneliness. Suddenly, I realized that I couldn’t remember what it felt like, and that laying there with Ronni cuddled in my arms was the first time I hadn’t felt lonely since my mother died.

  I took in a deep breath and scooted down slightly in the bed, propping the pillow under my head. Ronni had given in to the grief, the excitement of the evening, and the sheer amount of alcohol she had consumed. As she laid there, her head moving up and down as I breathed, I couldn’t think of another place I wanted to be, or another woman that I wanted to be with. Ronni filled a hole in me that I didn’t even realize was there until now. I had dove head first into my work so that I could stay busy enough and tired enough that I would only experience that dire loneliness for a few moments a day. I hadn’t realized, though, it wasn’t a fleeting feeling before Ronni. It was something I had been carrying around inside of me for years.

  I looked down at her as she slept hard, her eyes finally calm from the crying. Never in a million years did I think that the cure to my sadness had been sitting in front of me this entire time. She made me feel alive in ways I never had before, and just as I had jumped from my car and bullied a bunch of frat brothers which was not like me, I also felt at ease and calm in moments that I would normally have hit the height of anxiety. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe my mother wouldn’t have been so sad about this. Ronni and I were cut from the same cloth, and I couldn’t think of another person I’d rather have by my side.

  Chapter Ten

  Ronni

  I snuggled my body into the covers. The warmth of the blankets and the softness of the pillows enticed me to fall back to sleep. There was a cool breeze blowing from the fan, making it the perfect temperature for a lazy Saturday in bed. I reached back to scratch my shoulder and heard a man grumble and turn behind me. Oh, God, what did I do?

  Come on brain, think. I ran through the foggy bits and pieces of memories coming back from the night before. I freaked out, thinking it was Nick. That I had somehow brought him back and slept with him. However, as I lay there frozen, I started to remember what actually happened last night. Nick had ignored me, cozying up with some tall blonde chick. I remembered stumbling around the club until I made my way out to the streets. I could remember calling Maria, feeling a bit of fear when she didn’t pick up the phone. Then, the frat boys flooded my memory, and I realized exactly who was behind me. It was Nathan.

  He had found me, bursting onto the scene like a super hero, taking down the assholes and scooping me up into his car. But why would I be so stupid as to sleep with him again, knowing he was trying to force himself to not be attracted to me? I peeked under the covers and realized I was still wearing my panties and bra. I looked to the side and he was still in his boxers.

  Okay, we didn’t sleep together.

  I was a shit show last night between the alcohol and the complete mental breakdown in Nathan’s car. That poor guy had come to the rescue and ended up having to babysit my drunk ass. I laid my head back in the pillow, groaning to myself as I thought about how big of a fool I had looked like last night, standing in the street, holding my shoes, and swaying back and forth. And Nick, that son of a bitch, had thrown me to the wolves, and all because I rejected his sexual advances.

  He deserved to buy that club and have it fail, so he can go running to his daddy with his tail between his legs while I started up my fabulous new business, selling swimwear with my best friend. Wouldn’t he be shocked when we were ruling the “saturated market” with our bikinis? I took in a deep breath, feeling the after effects of the alcohol from the night before. I was going to have one mother of a hangover once I finally dragged my body out of this bed. But damn if it didn�
��t feel nice having Nathan’s warm skin grazing mine. His tight strong body next to me, protecting me and making me feel that twinge of arousal that I knew I shouldn’t have.

  Laying there, I started thinking about what he said to me on the beach when we went for that walk a few days ago. I could almost feel the knot developing in my chest all over again. I pushed that from my mind and replaced it with Nathan’s heroic rescue last night, grabbing me off the streets and bringing me home, where he even undressed me and got me comfortable in the bed. I had asked him to stay, and he didn’t even think twice.

  In reality, I was bummed nothing happened between us. Not only had I found myself craving the feeling of being safe and protected in his arms, I felt like he deserved to be treated to a sexy foray of hot sensual sex. He deserved to be shown just how hot he was and how much I wanted him. I hadn’t been able to get his huge cock and sexy body off my mind since that night, and now he was behind me in the bed, wearing nothing but boxer briefs. His little “love you like a sister” speech was forced from the guilt of his mother, and we both knew that.

  He shifted behind me, his groin sliding behind my ass. The feeling of his half hard morning wood bounced across my ass, and immediately, I could feel myself getting wet. I quietly slid my hand down into my panties, running my fingers across my clit. That was it. I wasn’t going to stand by and let him blow me off when I knew that wasn’t what he wanted. I was going to turn over and show him just how different I was than a little sister.

  I bit my lip and turned slowly over in the bed, pulling my panties off and unclipping my bra. I scooted forward into his arms, pressing my naked body against him. His eyes were closed as he moved his arm down, running it down my back and groaning slightly. I nuzzled my face in his neck and pressed my lips against his skin, kissing him seductively. He breathed heavily as I pushed my hips into his, feeling his cock getting harder. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked down at my naked body.

  “Ronni,” he whispered, staring down at my tits. “We really shouldn’t.”

  “Shh,” I said, running my fingers across his lips and grabbing his hand.

  I thrust his fingers between my legs, and he instantly began massaging my wet pussy. I ground my hips against his hand, rubbing my clit on his arm. I reached up and pushed him over on his back, sitting up and feeling him slip his fingers inside of me. I closed my eyes and moaned as I fucked his hand, feeling the juices starting to flow. He looked at me wildly, as if he had never seen something so sexy, and it made me even more brazen.

  I ran my hands up my sides and over my breasts as I bounced up and down on his hand. At first, my goal was to get on top of him as fast as I could, but the feeling of his eyes on me and his fingers inside of me turned me on so badly I couldn’t move. As he fingered me hard, I pulled down his boxers and leaned forward, swallowing his hard cock. He groaned loudly, pushing his fingers inside of me harder and faster. I whined as my lips moved down his shaft. I reached up and grabbed his free hand, placing it on the back of my head. I liked it when he was in control.

  He wrapped his hand through my hair and pushed down, pulling my head back up and groaning as my tongue swirled around the tip. Over and over, my head bobbed up and down, and my throat opened to take all of his giant cock inside. His hips began to move up and down, and I sat still, letting him fuck my mouth. It was incredibly erotic, and I glanced up at his face which was staring down at me. I curled my lips into a smile, and he rolled his eyes back groaning and laughing. I slid my hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit, moaning into his cock. It was so hard and so ready for me, but I didn’t want to rush it. I wanted to feel him get needy and really want me.

  He took his fingers out of me and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me toward his face. I straddled his head, feeling him pull me down onto his lips. I screamed out at the feeling of his tongue running through my folds, sopping up my juices and sucking on my clit. I swayed my hips, taking a moment to really feel his pleasure before bending forward, grabbing his shaft, and pushing it into my throat. He gasped as I sucked hard, and my lips pressed against the base of his cock. He squeezed my ass, moving his mouth wildly around my pussy. I could feel the orgasm beginning to simmer, but I took a deep breath, not wanting to come until I was riding his dick. I wanted him to feel me explode, to feel my juices surround his erection, and my body twitch and writhe over top of him.

  I sat up on his face and waited for a moment feeling the pleasure of grinding on his lips. I rose up on my knees and flipped around, scooting down to his waist. I leaned down and kissed his neck, whispering in his ear.

  “I want you to feel me come.”

  He moaned loudly as I reached back and stroked his cock, letting him know I was ready for him. I reached up and grabbed a condom from my drawer and tore the wrapper open, leaning back and sliding over his dick. Holding the base of his shaft, I tilted my hips and slid slowly down his cock, my juices dripping down him. I pulled my knees underneath me and sat down good and deep, moving up and down just slightly. I kissed his lips sweetly and then sat up, pulling his hands to my tits as I moved my body like a wave. I could feel his skin pressed against mine, and instantly, I wanted more. I moaned loudly as my clit dragged across his skin and his shaft pressed against my stomach from the inside. He reached up and grabbed my waist, but I slapped his hands away with a mischievous grin. He chuckled and raised his arms above his head, watching me bring myself closer and closer to orgasm.

  I leaned forward and slowly lifted my ass, bringing his cock up before slowly lowering back onto it. He felt so damn good inside of me, and I did that same motion over and over again, feeling every ripple of his cock. I could feel the pleasure and need build up in my body, and I began to slam my hips up and down on his dick.

  “Yeah, baby,” he groaned.

  I sat back up and shifted my hips up and back, bringing myself to the edge of climax. I screamed out frantically, moving my body against his, turning to the side, and grinding down hard. As I pushed forward, rubbing him across my nub, I arched my back and threw my head up, screaming as the orgasm exploded and waves of pleasure pushed through my entire body. He reached up and grabbed my waist, thrusting his cock in and out of me hard and fast, trying to bring me to an even higher climax. I grabbed my tits and moaned as his body slammed against me. Pleasure ignited in ways I had never felt before. As the peak of my orgasm tipped me over the top, I fell forward, breathing heavily and whimpering. He slammed his lips against mine, kissing me passionately while still thrusting into me.

  I moaned, feeling him completely filling me up. I braced my body and let him fuck me hard, biting into his shoulder as he held onto my hips and grunted loudly. The sound of his voice was enough to push me back into pleasure mode, and I swept his hands off my hips and sat down on him again. I lifted my body up and looked down at him smiling.

  “You want this?” I asked, biting my lip.

  “Yeah, baby, give it to me,” he growled.

  “Like this?” I asked innocently as I began to slowly bounce up and down on his cock.

  “Harder,” he groaned, grabbing the sheets on the bed and trying not to take over.

  His self-control didn’t last long. He sat up, grabbed me by the waist, and threw me down onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and pushed my legs apart. His eyes were dark, and he leaned into my neck, whispering into my ear.

  “No, like this,” he said.

  Chapter Eleven

  Nathan

  I spread her legs apart with mine and looked deep into her eyes. Then, I thrust my cock deep and hard inside of her. Ronni smiled and moaned. She stretched her body out, leaving her large breasts to jiggle and move on her chest. I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth as I pushed in and out of her, feeling my balls slap against her ass. She was so fucking sexy when she took control, and despite the fact that I fought it at first, any illusion of her being treated like a sister quickly flew out the window with the passion I felt for her.

  Her hands grasped the
bed behind her, pulling on the sheets and arching her body into mine as I fucked her hard. I stopped and sat up, pulling her legs onto my shoulders and grabbing her ass. I pulled her toward me and lunged deep inside of her. Then, bracing myself, I began pumping fast and hard. She screamed and moaned below me, and I felt her pussy tightening and releasing around my cock. She was so wet, and I could easily slide in and out without a problem. She reached down and started rubbing her clit as I slammed into her, feeling my own orgasm beginning to rise.

  She moaned with the rhythm of my body, her screams echoing over and over through her room. As I pushed deep and hard, I could feel her begin to tense, and I knew she was about to come again. She rubbed fast against her clit, biting her lip and closing her eyes. I wanted to feel her again, her pussy vibrating against my shaft, the warm liquid rushing around it. As she reached her peak, she lifted her body off the bed. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out of her throat. I groaned loudly as I felt her pussy pulsate around my shaft. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, jamming my cock in as deep as I could get it. After two more thrusts, I leaned into her, letting my body rest against hers as I came hard.