A Valentine for Two

by Lia Davis

  JP’s hands moved down her chest, wrapping around her back as he sat up. Their connected bodies assaulted each other as he shifted below her, matching the tempo she moved to. He held her body pressed against his, both of them crying out with building pressure, release looming over the horizon. They could hear the friction of Kent stroking his cock, his groans growing louder.

  As Carissa let loose, her body convulsed with her orgasm, and JP could feel her cream coating his cock. He thrust in hard, deep, one last time, growling as his cock emptied inside of her. Wrapped in each other’s’ arms, breathless, they collapsed to the mattress.

  Kent erupted into his hand, quickly grabbing a forgotten shirt to clean up with. The mattress dipped as he climbed up next to Carissa and gently grabbed at her wrist. She felt something satiny drift across her skin. Without opening her eyes, she turned her face to Kent, smiling, until she felt the same thing across her other wrist as JP pulled his arms from around her. Finally peeling her lids apart, she looked back and forth between the two men in confusion. They were tying her hands to the bed rails with silk ties. She recognized the blue one as a gift she had given Kent for his birthday the month before. They smiled at her and winked at each other. Moving towards her legs, they strapped her ankles to the posts as well. Neither were tied tight, no pain caused, but she was secure.

  “Now Riss, there will be no touching from you, you can’t get away. You’re ours.” JP looked down, smiling. He glanced at Kent. “Which would you prefer?”

  “I saw the way her mouth watered when she looked at my cock earlier, so I definitely want her mouth.”

  “Perfect, I’m hungry again,” JP’s eyes sparkled. He moved down between her legs again, and her pussy throbbed. She could feel liquid seeping down between her slit.

  Kent knelt before her, cum glistening on the tip of his hardened cock. She licked her lips, looking up seductively at him. His hair which was naturally well kept, looked mussed. She longed to run her fingers through it, but could only twitch them. She tugged at the restraints.

  “Tsk tsk,” Kent said quietly admonishing her. “My dear, you can’t go anywhere. Like I said, no touching.”

  She raised her head, bending her neck, mouth open. Kent leaned forward, one hand on the headboard, the other holding his dick. He slid it softly into her waiting mouth. He was slow and deliberate as he moved in and out. Her tongue twisted as she tried to taste all of him, rubbing it along the thick vein on the bottom.

  He watched her with hooded eyes as she took him in her mouth, enjoying the sight of him disappearing between those redden soft lips. He glanced down at JP, who moved his face between her legs. Once again, he slowly assaulted her with his tongue, lapping at the juice leaking from her.

  A moan vibrated in her throat, tickling Kent’s cock. JP’s slid his hands up, rubbing along her thighs and belly as he twirled his tongue against her bud. He teased her hardened core, inserting his tongue inside her heated pussy, her walls squeezing him. He watched as Kent’s cock slid into her mouth, his own cock twitching between his legs.

  Carissa pulled at the restraints more, her excitement buzzing through her body, vibrations pulsating through her. Her fingers itched to touch her guys, to feel their soft skin, silky hair, their hard bodies. Kent’s fingers grazed her breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples. Her breath caught, puffing out of her nose. Kent’s pace picked up, thrusting into her mouth, touching the back of her throat until his cock shook, cum spurting from the tip. She swallowed greedily, tasting every drop.

  “Darling,” he panted. “Your throaty sounds pushed me over the edge.” He pulled himself from her, leaning down. His lips wrapped around her nipple while JP thrust his tongue into her warm cavern. As Kent nibbled her breasts, his fingers fondled her clit. Her thighs twitched, she longed to clench them together, relieving the pressure she felt. With both men focused on her cunt, her groaning filled the room. Fingers inside of her... fingers rubbing her clit... lips on her nipples... Her eyes closed tightly, as the assault on her over heightened senses brought her to the precipice.

  JP’s tongue dipped down to her ass, licking up to where Kent’s fingers still worked her flesh and she lost control. Her tremors thrashed through her as the throaty sounds filled the room. Kent crushed his mouth against hers, quieting her, as the orgasm sent waves through her body. JP carefully undid the ties on her ankles, while Kent reached up to free her arms. Carissa curled up, both her men surrounding her. Kent slid an arm under her head, his fingers caressing JP’s face. JP wrapped his arms around her waist. Pressed between both of their hard bodies, she sighed in contentment. This was exactly where she belonged. Her Valentine’s Day surprise turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to her.

  Who would have thought, seeing two men separately could turn in to something so wonderful?

  About the Author

  N Kuhn grew up in a small town in Western New York. Having spent her afternoons outside or with a book, she grew up with a love of reading and writing. Her mother and grandmother fully encouraged this in her. She made a promise to her grandmother to fulfill the dream of being an author. Her grandmother lived to see her granddaughter's name in print. This was a turning moment for Ms. Kuhn. Driven by ambition and a promise made, she has since published several titles including the Mohawk Trilogy, The Buffalo Rocker Series, the Tricks series and many more titles.

  When she's not writing, she can be found playing with her little girl, blogging, reading or crocheting. Her daughter and coffee are her two staples in life. Her love of mixing reality and fiction often brings highly emotional stories and real life issues together into a sexy, romantic story.

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  Heart of Glass

  Riley Murphy

  Chapter One

  Wesley Henderson

  Her college dorm room three weeks prior to graduation

  Jesus, God, I couldn’t blink so there was no reprieve from the disgusting sight. Naked arms and legs entwined, moaning and thrashing, on my bed no less. Another deep grunt and my stomach heaved. I’m going to puke. No pass out. Shit, if my current luck held I’d do both, choking to death just before I wound up in a freezer with a toe-tag swinging in the frosty breeze.

  One truth? A gust of wind would be nice right about now. Hell, a little air would be better. Yeah, oxygen, that’s what I needed. Am I even breathing?

  You’re in shock. Relax.

  Big effing no to both of those things.

  How could I be in shock? I’d suspected this was going on for months now. And as for me relaxing? I sure would, once the two of them weren’t.

  Okay, Wesley Henderson, it’s now or never. Do it.

  I dropped my natural science book on the night stand, enjoying the thud it made as it knocked over the miniature bubblegum machine my cheating bestie and I used to pilfer when we missed last call for munchies after a night of partying. I’d always thought it was a sweet tradition, but now?

  Just like our friendship the glass shattered, hitting the floor. I paid no attention to the scattered shards circling my feet. All I did was glare at them.

  At least he had the decency to slide off/out of her before he spoke, “West.”

  “Having fun, Keith?” I wasn’t going to call him Key. That had been our thing. He was Key to my West, but now he was dead-to-me-dickhead while I was beginning to realize how unjust I’d been on my assessment of the Lorena Bobbitt situation. Yeah, her inconceivable actions were totally conceivable now.

  “Shit. Wesley?”

  My bestie, Candy’s, soft voice echoed through our dorm room and hearing it, I cringed. Oddly enough, the only thing I noticed was how grating it was.

  I didn’t look at her though. I couldn’t because I was afraid I’d completely lose my cool and do something bad. Yep, Amy
Fisher and that whole shooting her lover’s wife in the face thing was totally making sense to me now as well.

  Talk about being a heartless bitch.

  Wait. If I was, it was because they made me feel that way.

  “Get the hell out of my room,” I said this to both of them, but Candy was the only one who scrambled for her clothes and then ducked by me, making a chickenshit exit. Kind of ironic as this was her room too.

  “West.”

  I hated that my heart skipped a beat. How could I like—no love, the fact that he didn’t leave with her? That he sat there naked in my bed after screwing my best friend.

  My best goddamn friend.

  Because at the moment, he was choosing you.

  Really? Fuck that shit. “Leave. Now.”

  He looked irritated. What the hell did he have to be irritated about?

  “Come on, babe, be reasonable.”

  Well hell. There was nothing appealing about bed-sexy hair when you knew whose lying, cheating-ass fingers had just been rumpling through it only seconds ago. “Like the last time? Over my dead and putrid smelling body.”

  “Don’t be dramatic.”

  “What should I be? Happy? Forgiving? Should I thank you?” He looked away, the guilty prick. “I didn’t think so. Just go.”

  Now he eyed me and when he did, I wanted to step back. Not that we were close in proximity, but his gaze was that intense. His look was so confident and sure that it made me uneasy.

  “If I do. If you make me go without letting me explain first, then I’ll go to her. I will. Is that what you want?”

  What I wanted was to get this over with and be stronger this time. At least in front of him. Please God, let me keep it together until he goes. I needed him to leave so I could fall apart without an audience. Wait, did he just threaten...? “Fuck you. Go to her then. It’s not like she was playing hard to get from what I could tell.”

  He stood and snatched up his jeans. “Don’t be so harsh. You know we have issues. Maybe if you—”

  Despite feeling uneasy, I stepped forward. Suddenly falling apart seemed a world away from what I was going to do. “What? If I what? Kept you sexually satisfied? Are you back to that argument again? All my fault. How predictable.”

  Was he going to bring up my ‘Sybil sex-syndrome’ now? That’s what he called my hot and cold behavior when it came to our sex life.

  He tugged on his jeans and muttered, “There’s something wrong with you.”

  Okay, this was just as bad because that well-mined insecurity he always managed to evoke in me tried to make an appearance but before it got a hold of me, I pushed it down. “No. The problem lies with you and your boring jackrabbit fuck-style.” I affected the motion before I said, “Yawn.”

  “Screwing you is no better than whacking-off into a snowbank.”

  It didn’t matter how many times he said them, the words still cut deep. If I was cold, he was colder. “Get out.”

  He didn’t bother putting on his T-shirt. He simply scooped it up and draped it over his shoulder. “Sure. Sure I will, but how long will it be before you come crawling back? You know how that goes.”

  Maybe before, but not now.

  My best friend.

  Not ever again. I kept this to myself and watched as he made his way to the door. Once there, he swung around and said, “I love that part of the making-up process. It’s the one thing between us that never gets old.”

  I didn’t blink because he had to know I meant the words I was about to speak. “There won’t be any making-up this time. It’s over.”

  The silence that followed, far from being calming as I expected, was full of electricity. Energy. Promise. Which gave me hope. A measure of optimism that was squelched the minute his chest inflated and he narrowed his eyes.

  “You need me, West. Don’t forget about the big future we have planned.”

  How could I? It was all we’d talked about. All I’d clung to each time he’d hurt me by screwing around. He may have been wrong to cheat, but I’d been a fool to make excuses to stay with him. So much time wasted. Three long years I’d never get back.

  “You’re wrong. I don’t need you, or the promise of the money your family has dangled in front of us since we mentioned starting that business.”

  “Is that your way of saying that I’m entitled?”

  He was, but I was tired of pointing it out to him. If he didn’t get it by now he never would. “Get. Out.”

  “Don’t do this, West. You’re going to regret it.”

  Untrue. I never regretted anything. If he’d been paying attention he’d know this about me. I sighed. “I’m going to miss your mom. I appreciated how much faith she had in me.”

  “What about my dad?”

  What little I knew of the guy I didn’t like. Come to think of it. Keith was a chip off the old cheating block. I raised a brow and asked, “What about him?”

  Finally, a fissure appeared in his rock-like façade. He looked nervous. Was the truth sinking in? It must have been because his tone softened, “Come on, babe. It was a mistake. It was nothing but a stress reliever with Candy. You know, finals and all. Really. I swear—”

  When he made like he was going to come forward, I held up my hand. “No. Not this time. We’re done.”

  He hesitated for a second and then rushed to me, towering over me as he taunted, “You fucking think so?”

  His tone wasn’t soft anymore, it had gone downright raspy. Desperate, but I didn’t answer him. Nor did I move. He wasn’t going to intimidate me. That typical tactic of his had no effect on me now. I’d warned him that I had limits and once he’d forced me to reach them that would be it. No turning back or forgiving.

  He made a scoffing sound. “What are you going to do after graduation? Run back to the dirt farm that your family sweats their asses off running just so they can put food on the table?”

  This wasn’t the first time I’d heard that insult. Normally I denied it because it wasn’t true. Not totally true, but tonight I ignored the dig. “I’m going to California and I’m opening my own ad company.”

  When he laughed, that swell of insecurity I’d buried earlier threatened to rise up. I couldn’t let that happen. With that in mind, I defiantly lifted my chin.

  “Little Wesley Henderson. So fucking brave. You shouldn’t be. You have no money. No one with connections in the industry to back you. Hell, all you’ve ever done for a summer job is milk goddamn cows. Think about it. There’s nothing about the advertising industry on your lackluster resume to even recommend you.”

  I would have told him that imagination and grit were the two things I was banking on, but he continued.

  “Your own ad company, my ass. You probably don’t even have the cash to make the trip. You’re not going anywhere without me.”

  I was, even if I had to walk there. I held my breath as he turned. Hopefully this time he’d exit.

  Damn it. He stood there after he opened the door and seemed to collect himself. Then he spun around and said, “Make no mistake. We will get married and my folks will foot-the-bill for the startup just as we’ve always planned. Positive Ad Verse. That’s what we’ll call our soon-to-be A-listed business. I already bought the dotcom and registered the name.”

  When I remained silent he looked mad enough to spit. “All right then. Sulk all you want, but know this. Even if you did manage by some miracle to scrape together the cash to get there and open up your own business, do you think I’d let you succeed? We’re either a team taking over the industry, or I’m a lone force to be reckoned with.”

  I tilted my chin higher. He wasn’t going to see that I was nervous as shit. Releasing the air in my lungs so he’d hear it, I countered, “Is that a threat?”

  “You bet your ass it is. If you’re not with me, you’re against me. Understand?”

  I clenched my teeth together to imprison the words I wanted to speak otherwise we’d likely get into it more than we already had.

  He sear
ched my face and then shook his head. “Don’t make this hard. Trust me, Wesley. If you fuck this up by being stubborn, I will crush you and any chance you have at making a go of things on your own. Here, or in California. You’d never survive being my enemy. I promise you.”

  Once he left and slammed the door, I rushed forward and turned the lock. With the solid thunk of the deadbolt engaging, a sense of peace wrapped around me like a fire-warmed blanket. I rested my forehead against the cool metal frame and took heart in the situation.

  I had less than a month left of school before graduation. I’d manage. But damn what about the future. It was hard letting go of a dream. Brutal. Until it occurred to me it really wasn’t my dream at all. It was Keith’s.

  I came away from the doorframe and turned to eye the rumpled sheets.

  I never wanted to build a big branding advertising company with revolving and expendable talent hires. Talent was hard to find and a precious commodity besides. I knew that but...hm. Maybe Keith was the one who’d have a hard time making a go of it.

  I walked over to the mattress and ripped off the linens that I fully intended to toss out the window, when it came to me. Even with more money behind him and connections besides, there was always the possibility that he would be the one to fail.

  Pipedream. Who was I kidding? Keith hadn’t failed at anything since the day I’d met him...except unbreaking my heart.

  “Bastard,” I whispered, as I pushed the sheets through the opening in the window screening with a silent ‘fuck-you’ farewell to the linens.