Five Night Valentine

by Emilia Beaumont

  She huffed, and I inwardly smiled as Angel started stripping off her clothes, giving me a tantalising glimpse of her body before she slid under the sheet, laying on her stomach. "Fine, do your worst. But Nick, don't even think about doing…"

  “Doing what?”

  “Eugh, never mind. Just hurry up, my head is about to explode.”

  I walked over to the table and started on her shoulders, carefully manipulating her tense muscles with my hands. “Tell me what’s wrong, Angel.”

  “You’re not supposed to be talking during a massage.”

  "This is not a normal massage you know," I answered, kneading her neck with my fingers. I had no fucking idea what I was doing, but I wasn't going to leave unless she pushed me out the door. "It's not every day a woman gets a massage from a bona fide marine.”

  She chuckled, her body shaking under my touch. “That’s not what I was thinking.”

  I grinned and moved to her back, sliding the sheet lower until the curve of her lower back could be seen. She did her best to stifle a moan but I heard it all the same. My throat went dry and I ached to caress her all over. “What were you thinking then?”

  Thirteen

  Angel

  I couldn’t believe what Nick was doing. His hands floated over my body in an unhurried motion, more like caresses than a massage and had I not been so mad at him, I would have enjoyed it, immensely.

  But Nick was ruining my plans, and since this was the last day at the lodge, I'd been looking forward to this treat. I wanted to drift away for an hour, forget what was going on with Nick and my own life for just a little bit.

  Still, though, I had to give it to him. He was persistent as hell.

  “You’re too stubborn,” I finally answered as his hands lightly brushed the side of my rib cage, causing a scattering of quivers in my body.

  He chuckled. “I am that.”

  I then felt the whisper of his lips on my lower back, a warm sensation overtaking my body.

  “Nick! What are you doing?” I whispered as the sheet slipped from my body and pooled on the floor beside the table.

  "I'm massaging you with a new technique, the Nick special," he replied evenly, his hands sliding over the backs of my thighs, slipping a finger between them. I moaned as he rubbed my nether region lightly, feeling my wetness start to drip from his touch. Despite my anger toward him, my body was refusing to give up, betraying me. When his finger slipped into my warmth, I shivered involuntarily, my body arching against his touch.

  "God, you are so fucking wet," he said in a low voice, his other hand caressing my ass, his tongue exploring.

  I buried my face in the pillow and moaned louder as he moved in and out, my entire body aware of what was happening and responding with enthusiasm. My toes clenched into fists and my thighs tensed up. He could set me on fire with one touch and I was about to burn to ashes from the inside out.

  Nick stopped and slipped from me. He moved away from the table and I thought he was done. But then he was back, his hands sliding over me. Oils scented the air and covered my body. He started at my calves. Working upwards, generously spilling more drops of the slippery stuff onto me. He kneaded my behind, pulling my ass cheeks apart gently, his thumbs pressing deep into the thick tissue.

  Nick worked my back, and the rest of my body until I was coated head to toe with the oil he’d found. He even ran his hands down my arms, forearms, ending on my fingers and palms, rubbing circles and easing my aches.

  I was a puddle, my head pressed against the cushion. I didn’t want him to stop touching me.

  Gradually he found his way down my body again, leaving a scorching hot trail behind him as he went.

  “Open your legs,” he whispered and encouraged me to part my thighs. I’d already felt how good it was to have him inside me and the anticipation for him to do it again had me arching my booty, my spine curving. I was practically presenting myself to him.

  Drops of oil splashed down on my behind, trickling towards my lips. I hissed as he palmed me, rubbing my whole pussy with his large capable and rough hand, massaging my cunt with the oils. He knew exactly how I liked it, full contact, pressure on my clit as he entered me, teasing me wide with his fingers.

  I squirmed and lifted my head, I couldn’t breathe with my face against the pillow and I needed to see him. I turned my head and watched mesmerised as his forearm moved slowly, his muscles tight as he finger fucked me.

  “Come for me my dirty Valentine,” he said, sliding his hand up my spine to my breast. “I want you to lose yourself right here, so everyone can hear, scream for me.”

  “Then make me scream, Nick.”

  He renewed his efforts, his movement becoming faster. A man on a mission. He slapped the rump of my ass. I squealed and he did it again, pleased with my response.

  “Again!” I panted, feeling the coil tighten within me. He thrust his fingers deep inside then let his hand crack against my skin. I shuddered as my body let go, riding the wave of the orgasm and his thick fingers until I was spent, limp on the massage table.

  “Now that’s a massage I can approve of,” Nick said softly as I turned my head towards him. His eyes were heated, and I could see the bulge of his arousal against his ski pants, my own body crying out to have him fill me completely. Sitting up, I reached for him.

  “Come here.”

  He did, stepping in between my open legs and devouring my mouth with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lost myself in his kiss, not caring about how upset I was or who he was with last night. He was here, with me. That had to account for something. And I was living for the moment.

  With trembling fingers, I freed his cock, stroking it with my fingers. After three days of sex with Nick, I knew what it took to get him off and how far I could push him.

  “Angel,” he said in a low voice, his body trembling under my touch. “What are you doing?”

  Stroking the underside of his head, I looked directly into his eyes. "You don't have anything with you, do you?"

  He shook his head, regret in his eyes. “I’m afraid I don’t take my wallet when I go skiing.”

  I gave him a pout, stroking him a bit faster. “But I need you in me right now… Well I guess we will have to give you the next best thing.”

  He pressed his forehead against mine, his breaths coming in heavy. “God, you’re gonna kill me.”

  “I hope not,” I laughed. “I don’t know CPR.”

  He chuckled, coming out more like a groan as I explored the length of him, his own hands wandering to my oily breasts. The only sound in the room was of our shallow breathing as I increased my strokes, his mouth finding mine as he came all over my stomach, the warmth of his semen sizzling on my skin. I loved how capable I'd become and that I'd been the one to make him lose control.

  His lips brushed mine one final time before he stepped back, handing me a towel. “I hope they sanitise in here afterwards.”

  I arched a brow, rubbing my skin dry. “I doubt they have anyone who pays for them to leave.”

  He refastened his pants, rubbing a hand through his hair. “So care to tell me why you’re so pissed off with me? I know I shouldn’t have said what I did but…” He trailed off.

  I didn’t want to. I didn’t want him to know what I had seen, what I had felt and how it had all fallen apart.

  But if I didn’t, well, I couldn’t explain my actions otherwise. “I saw you and the blonde last night. In the bar then the elevator.”

  He swore, something akin to regret shuttering over his handsome face. “I’m fucking sorry, Angel. But I swear to you nothing happened. She was plastered. I was pissed off and thought, hell, I thought I could just forget you with a bit of flirting.”

  His words both warmed and saddened me. “So, you thought getting with another woman could wipe it out? What else happened?”

  “She kissed me. But that’s it, I swear,” he said darkly, looking offended.

  “I saw you go up to her room, Nick.”

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bsp; "It's not what you think. I don't jump beds. I was a gentleman. I couldn't leave in the bar in that state; anything could've happened. My mom would never forgive me if I did that, she raised me to be better. I took her to her room, helped her to her bed, and that was it. I left. I swear it."

  "Why should I believe you? Where did you go, Nick? Cause you didn't come back to our suite straight after. The timing doesn't add up. If you're telling the truth, it would've only taken you a few minutes to get to her room and then to ours."

  “I went back to the bar. You can ask the barman, Henry. I was there till he kicked me out at four in the morning. You have to believe me. No matter what is going on between us, I don’t cheat. Not ever. I’m not that guy, Angel.”

  I blew out a breath, picking up the sheet and wrapped it around my body, feeling suddenly cold. “I’m sorry… I assumed the worst.”

  “You don’t have to be. I’m the one who should be apologising. I shouldn’t have ruined what we had. I should’ve kept my mouth shut and followed you up to our room.”

  I winced and nodded. "It's just; you caught me off guard with all that talk. We live so far away from each other, and I just got out of a long relationship that exploded in my face."

  Nick silenced me with a hard kiss before looking into my eyes, blocking me in with his hands. “Listen,” he said softly. “I don’t know what will happen come tomorrow. All I do know is that I can’t get you out of my damn head and the last thing I want to do is spend our last day fighting. I want to make fucking love to you over and over, your body wrapped around me all damn day.”

  “I-I agree,” I admitted, drawing circles on his shoulder. “Can we just enjoy the rest of the day?”

  “Yes,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Come on, I got a surprise for you.”

  “Another?” Curious, I dressed quickly, blushing as we exited the room together in front of the masseuse and some of the other spa staff. “I think they knew what we were doing,” I whispered.

  "So fucking what," Nick laughed, wrapping his arm around me as we walked back to the suite. "We don't have to see them again; they're probably jealous anyway."

  He was right, of course, but that only reminded of the one person I truly did want to see again but probably wouldn’t.

  We entered the suite and he went to his luggage, pulling out a small gift bag out of his stuff. "Here," he said, holding it toward me. "Happy belated Valentine's day, Angel."

  Surprised, I took the bag. "You didn't have to do this. You already spoiled me with the sunset at Lover's Rock." I had nothing for him nor had I thought about any exchanging gifts.

  “I did have to… but it’s just a little something,” Nick answered, gesturing toward the bag. “Go on, open it.”

  I reached in and pulled out a heavy snow globe, made from what looked to be expensive crystal, the mountain slope glittering under the refracted light. This wasn’t your run of the mill tacky souvenir. This was a keepsake that was worth so much more.

  “For you to remember this place, our time together, and for you to never go on the slopes again, at least not alone,” he continued with a cheeky smile as I shook the ball.

  Tears glimmered in my eyes as I set it down on the table and ran into his arms, feeling the warmth and security as he wrapped them around me. What had I done to deserve this cruelness of fate? To find a man like him and only have him for a few days?

  More importantly, how was I going to find the strength to let him go?

  Fourteen

  Nick

  Departure Day

  Usually, I looked forward to the mornings, another day to get shit done and make something out of myself.

  But this morning, I dreaded watching the sun rise over the mountain, another beautiful day in Colorado. Our last.

  Angel stirred beside me and I laid a hand on her shoulder, not wanting to wake her just yet. Today we would part ways, go back to home and back to reality.

  It fucking sucked.

  Sighing, I brushed a hand over her hair, thinking about our last night together and how much time we'd spent in each other's arms, not to mention the time spent in each other. She and I had christened every surface in the suite, called for room service, and then did it some more until we were both too exhausted to move. Then talked, her in my arms, until the darkest hour.

  I knew every plane of her body, every freckle on her skin, tasted every inch of her soft flesh with my tongue. And it still wasn't enough.

  “Is it morning already?”

  I looked down to see her staring back at me, sleep hazy in her beautiful eyes. "Yeah, it is."

  “Darn,” she whispered, reaching up to touch my cheek with her hand. “I guess we should get up and get going then. When’s check out?”

  I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “We could stay you know. I think I could foot another week or so.”

  She smiled against my lips, nibbling at the corner of my mouth. “I don’t think a week will be enough, and we’d be in the same predicament by the end of it anyway.”

  No, it wouldn't be enough, I agreed. We kissed and held onto each other for a little while longer, and made love for the last time while our bodies were warm and sleepy.

  It would've been so easy to pull the covers up and blot out the world. But soon enough the real world would come knocking.

  With a sigh, I released her, watching as she climbed out of bed and swayed on dozy feet to the bathroom. A week definitely wouldn’t be near enough, and I doubted I could come up with a number that would suffice. Would forever be enough?

  Something had changed inside me because of her, something that was feral and possessive, wanting to load her up with my luggage and take her back to Minnesota with me. I wanted a future with her.

  Fuck, my married brothers were wearing off on me.

  I forced myself to get out of bed as well, gathering my clothes for the plane ride home feeling the anger start to well up inside. I was going to have to go home, just as she was. We were going to have to split, no matter how much we didn't want to.

  Angel didn't say anything once she emerged from the bathroom, already dressed. I took my turn in the shower wishing I could somehow slow down time. Then together we finished packing our stuff and making sure that we didn't leave anything behind.

  “Ready?” she asked as she parked her suitcase at the door, giving the living room a once over.

  “No.”

  She winced and stroked my face. "You've been my favourite Valentine, but we knew it had to end."

  “I know,” I said unable to look at her. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Look at you being all sensible and brave.”

  “Who knew, right? Come on, let’s get some breakfast before we go. Ready?” she said again, this time squeezing my hand.

  “Yeah,” I answered, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “As ready as I will ever be. But I don’t think I can eat.”

  The sad smile on her face didn’t help the situation, but she bravely walked out of our little haven, the suite where we’d made so many memories, leaving me to shut the door. I wanted to say something meaningful to her, something that would make her feel better about us going our separate ways, but I couldn’t find anything that would do our time together justice. Any words would be inadequate, any promises made would be said in vain. We both knew long distance relationships rarely worked.

  After nibbling on half a bagel that tasted like sawdust, I put it down and instead watched Angel eat her fruit salad. She moved a syrupy cherry from one side of the bowl to the other, eating around it until the very end. We sat in polite silence, stealing glances every few seconds.

  We checked out together and then climbed aboard the lodge shuttle, making our way to the airport in even more deafening silence, my heart thudding the entire time, urging me to leap into action. I checked my flight info on my phone. My plane was irritably on time.

  “Looks like I will be sprinting to the gate.”

  She looked over, a thin smile on her l
ips. “I have an hour wait if that makes you feel any better?”

  “It doesn’t,” I replied, shoving my phone in my pocket and reaching for her hand. She didn’t resist, interlocking her fingers with mine. “What’s the first thing you are going to do when you get home?”

  "Check some emails, order some Chinese. Wallow," she answered. "I have until Monday before I have to return to work."

  “Lucky,” I answered, rubbing my thumb over her hand idly. “I have to catch up with my brothers, call my mom before she disowns me.”

  Angel laughed at that. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

  The shuttle pulled up to the airport before I had a chance to answer, and the next few minutes we spent getting our bags and walking into the terminal. I stopped right before the security checkpoint, shouldering my bag. "Well, this is me."

  Angel pointed down the corridor. “I’m down there.”

  I cleared my throat, running a hand through my hair. “I had a fucking awesome time with you, baby. Unforgettable.”

  Her eyes softened, welling up, and she nodded, looking at her feet instead of at me. “I did too, Nick.”

  “Are you sure you can’t come to Minnesota? You’re more than welcome to.”

  “I’m sure. I can’t drop everything, Nick. I have a life, a job…”

  I reached out and pulled her against me, pressing a kiss to her lips. Hoping it could last forever. “Be careful going back to North Carolina. Please, take care of yourself.”

  She hesitated, toying with a button on my shirt. "I'm going to miss you so much. I'll never forget you."

  I leaned my forehead against hers. “I’m going to miss the hell out of you too, Angel.”

  She shuddered and pulled away, pressing a piece of paper in my hand before walking off without another word. I watched her go, feeling my heartbeat match every step she took. It would do neither of us any good for me to go after her. What was done, was done, and we had no other choice. Our fleeting romance would have to be enough.