Falling in Love Again: A Valentine's Day Proposal

by Mia Ford

  Mom shakes her head at me, frustrated. She doesn’t seem to believe me, she thinks that it will happen anyway, no matter what I say. I guess I will just have to make sure that I call her more so she doesn’t come back.

  “Now, come on, Mom. Let’s go get some lunch. I need a break from here anyway.”

  That seems to cheer her up which will distract her for the moment, but I have a feeling that this won’t be the last time we talk about Raelyn Owens…

  “Mmm, you are very handsome,” a husky female voice declares, making my heart skip a beat. “I never noticed it before, but there is a real sexiness to you. I think I might want to know more…”

  She moves towards me, I can see the outline of a sexy, petite female form. My cock springs to attention, needing a release, and as my mouth runs dry, I know that if I’m not careful, I’m going to lose control. There’s only one thing that I know for sure, and it’s something I’ve been wanting for ages.

  “Come here, you.” I grab her hips and yank her hard towards me. My cock presses against her, wanting to rip through her clothes, to plunge deep into her, to feel everything she has to offer me. “I want you bad.”

  I drag her to me and we kiss. For a split second, her lips feel very familiar, but they soon transform into something strange, a mouth that I haven’t experienced before. Immediately, I want to know more.

  “You taste good, you know.” My eyes roll closed. “Really good.”

  “You think my mouth tastes good? You should taste the rest of me.”

  Her words are pure sex, shooting all the way to my core. The fact that I know it isn’t something she would normally say makes it even better. She’s a lady on the streets and a freak in the sheets. The dream.

  “Take your clothes off,” I growl. “I want to see all of you.”

  The material surrounding her seems to just melt away, the same way it does on me, and that’s when she steps back. My vision becomes clear, it’s almost as if it’s been blurry up until this moment and now I know the truth.

  “R… Raelyn?” I stammer. “It’s you. Why is it you?”

  “You didn’t know it was me?” She cocks one eyebrow cheekily. “Really?”

  “I thought…” I trail off because I don’t know what I thought really. I guess for a moment I assumed that it was Anna, but of course that can’t be the case. We’re divorced, because she cheated on me.

  “You knew it was me.” She runs a finger down my cheek. “Because you have wanted me for ages.”

  A moisture consumes my lips as her nipples grab my focus. I can hardly think about anything else when she’s looking as stunning as that. Her body is phenomenal, even better than I thought it would be. Not that I’ve been thinking about her body at all… or maybe I haven’t been thinking about anything else, I don’t know.

  I’m consumed by her, desperate for her, all I want is her. I need to be inside her right now, to really get to know this incredible woman’s body like I never had before. Like I have always wanted to…

  “Come here,” I groan. “I am not ready to let you go yet. Not when you look like that.”

  Suddenly, I’m inside of her. She has her legs wrapped tightly around me and I’m slammed hard into her up against a wall. She keeps kissing me all over, making it sweet as well as sexy, turning me on in a way that I didn’t think was possible. Her wetness surrounds me, her walls clamp tight, I’m about ready to explode inside of her. And I want to shoot my seed all the way through her to claim a piece of her, to have a sexy little bond with her.

  “We should do this at work,” she gasps through the blissful pants. “Like, all the time.”

  The surrounding changes. Now we’re in the office and I have her spread over my desk, whimpering and mewing as I fuck her with every inch of me. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, her body widens and opens up for me more, she can now take so much more of me, and fuck me, it feels amazing.

  “Shit, Raelyn!” I scream as the pleasure gets me. “Holy fuck, Raelyn.”

  Her name is like a prayer; I love the way it feels on my lips at the peak of pleasure. I want to keep saying it over and over again, I want to be like this all the time, I never want this feeling to end…

  “What the…?” I bolt upright and stare around the room in shock, half expecting Raelyn to be in the bed beside me. But of course, she isn’t. Why would she be? She hates me. We weren’t having sex, that was all in my, clearly very sexually frustrated, mind. What I need to do is get a hold of myself instantly.

  That doesn’t mean I like her, I try my hardest to convince myself. She’s just there…

  But deep down, I can feel something inside of me shifting. It might have been happening all along, the argument may have sparked it, or maybe it was my mother’s words, but I’m starting to see Raelyn in a completely different light which I’m afraid will make it impossible for me to be around her. I don’t know how I will cope.

  I slam my head back down on the pillow and groan. Women always make my life complicated and I guess this is no different. As long as I keep myself away, I will be fine… I think.

  8

  Raelyn

  “Oh, Abbi, I hate him so much, you don’t understand.” I slap my palm to my forehead. “He’s an asshole.”

  “So, he just called you out and said that your ideas were stupid in front of other people?”

  “Yes!” I don’t think she really gets it. “It was utterly humiliating. Leon was embarrassed for me.”

  “It sounds to me like he feels threatened by you. He doesn’t like how successful you are.”

  “So, he brought me into his business just to belittle me?” I grab my drink and swig it down, needing the booze to take the edge off. Today has seriously been hell. “What sort of prick does that? Seriously.”

  “I don’t know. Men are weird when they feel threatened, aren’t they? They act all crazy.”

  I screw up my nose. “I don’t know, are they? That’s pathetic to me. Why can’t they just… communicate?”

  “Yeah well, who cares. Men are idiots, Carter sounds like the biggest idiot of all time. I know that it’s difficult because you have to work with him, but fuck him. Let’s not talk about it.”

  “Yes.” I blow out a deep breath of air. “Let’s not. Let’s talk about something else.”

  “I went out on another date with Randall.” Abbi blushes brightly. “I actually like him a lot.”

  “Like him?” I demand. “You do? I haven’t ever known you really liked someone for ages.”

  “Not since Tyler, no.” She shakes her head and shudders. Probably remembering the awful time that she had with her ex. He cheated on her the whole two years that they were together and almost destroyed her faith in men entirely. It’s been nearly three years but it seems like she’s finally passed it. “But Randall is lovely.”

  “How many dates have you been on with him now?”

  “That was date number four actually. We already have date number five booked.”

  “Woah. Date number four. That’s nuts.” I narrow my eyes at her, checking that this is what I think it is. “I have never known things get that far with you. He must be special. Is he a guy that you met online?”

  “Yeah, I met him through the app. Would you believe it? Finally, not a weirdo!”

  It lifts my hopes up for just a moment, maybe online dating isn’t the worst thing in the world. But then I remember all of my personal dates and I’m shut right back down again. No way I want to go through all of that. I took a step back for a reason and I’m damn well determined to stick to it.

  “So, what do you think is going to happen with you two? Do you think it might work?”

  She shrugs, still blushing, which isn’t like Abbi at all. “Maybe, I don’t know. He isn’t like anyone else that I have ever met before, and he makes me feel differently as well. I think you would actually like him.”

  “Unlike Tyler.” I hated that guy from the get go. I knew something wasn’t quite right about him. I didn�
�t know what it was exactly and I didn’t know that he’d destroy her like he did, but he rubbed me the wrong way.

  “Exactly. He just isn’t like that, he’s lovely,” she swoons. “Truly amazing.”

  “When do I get to meet this amazing man then? If he’s going to stick around?”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that. I haven’t really thought about it. I’m just enjoying the way things are going right now.”

  I smile at her happy face, glad for her. If anyone deserves to meet someone amazing, it’s Abbi. She has been through a lot… although if she ends up in a happy relationship it will only serve as a permanent reminder that I have absolutely nothing and no one. Just a man at work who hates my damn guts.

  “You’re thinking about him again,” Abbi interrupts my thoughts. “I can see it on your face.”

  “What are you talking about? Thinking about who?” I shift uncomfortably on my seat.

  “Carter. It’s obvious. I can see it. You get this weird expression on your face when he’s on your mind.”

  I don’t like the sound of that, it irritates me. I don’t want to have anything special when it comes to Carter. In fact, I would prefer it if I didn’t think of him at all. I’d rather prefer if he didn’t exist at all.

  “I’m not thinking about anyone. I’m just glad for you, Abbi. I’m thinking about you and your happiness.”

  “Oh, whatever.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m starting to think that you might like Carter.”

  “Like him?” I fold my arms across my chest defensively. “The man who called me sweetheart? I don’t think so. I hate him. He actually makes my skin crawl. I could actually punch his stupid face. I would actually love to pull out of this deal if I could so I don’t have to see him again. I certainly don’t like him.”

  “Hmm. Me thinks the lady doth protest too much… or whatever the saying is.”

  “Nope, not at all. You know how much of an ass he is to me. How could I like him?”

  “Let me see a picture of him,” Abbi demands. “There must be one online. I want to see him.”

  “Why the hell would you want to see him? He’s a pig, Abbi. Plus, you have Randall.”

  “I just want to know what he looks like, that’s all. It’s a harmless request.”

  It doesn’t feel harmless, but I’m sure it will be worse if I don’t just do as she asks, so I pull my cell phone out and get up the company website. It’s really hard to keep my poker face on as the picture loads, but I do my best.

  “There.” I shove the phone at her. “That’s him, the worst man on the planet.”

  “Woah ho ho!” Abbi cries out. “He is smoking. Hotter than I thought he would be. Wow wee, how do you get anything done with that hot piece of ass around? If I worked with him there would be literally nothing that I would do. I’d just watch him shaking that ass and it would be absolutely incredible.”

  I roll my eyes and snatch my phone back. “I don’t want to hear that!”

  “Why? Why can’t you admit that he is good looking?”

  “Because he’s a dickhead. And dickheads don’t get to be good looking.”

  “Well, this one is. He’s hot as hell, and I think you like him,” Abbie teases. “I think that’s why you are so sensitive to what he says because you fancy him and you don’t want to admit it.”

  My whole body sets on fire. I’m utterly humiliated by the suggestion. The idea that I could like this man is a nightmare to me. Especially when I think about the sexual fission between us as we argued. That was insane. I haven’t ever experienced anything like that before.

  “I cannot talk about this anymore. I just can’t.”

  “Why? Because you’re frightened about what you might learn about yourself.”

  “I won’t learn anything.” I shake my head hard. “Just leave me alone, Abbi.”

  “I told you!” she replies in a sing song tone. “You’re going to get married to him. This is just like a rom com where the heroine says she doesn’t want love, then she meets an unsuitable man, then she’s hitched.”

  “Shut up, Abbi. Tell me more about Randall. Please. Before I lose my shit.”

  Thankfully, then she realizes that I’m at the end of my tether because she changes the subject, but the thoughts remain in the forefront of my mind, teasing and torturing me until I can barely hack it anymore. Fucking Carter, Abbi is crazy, I will absolutely kill him before I kiss him.

  As I lie in bed, the thoughts continue to spin around and around, focusing mostly on him, the only person I don’t want to have on my mind. But Abbi’s words have sparked a spiral and I can’t stop it.

  I know what I’ll do, I think to myself in my tired, slightly tipsy mind. I will look at the picture of him again.

  My reasoning is that by looking at him I will remember who he really is and to turn all of these confusing feelings off. When I see his face, I’m hoping that I will remember what an asshole he is.

  But something funny happens to me when I see him, something that I wasn’t expecting. A stirring in my panties that makes me shudder violently. In the safety of my bed with the lights turned off, my emotions set themselves free, completely without my permission. I squeeze my thighs together to shut down the deep and intense pulsing, but it continues to throb powerfully. It needs attention, and the longer I look at the picture, the more overwhelming that becomes. I just need to stop looking, yet I can’t. His face has me under its spell.

  What am I doing? I ask myself as my fingers trail down my body, towards the pulsing.

  I know that it’s weird and will make things complicated for me, but still I’m going. I’m drifting, itching, needing more. Even as I drop my cell phone and I close my eyes, it’s his face that remains. I just imagine him, not him talking and yelling, belittling me. Just him as a good looking man who is kissing me all over.

  His tongue, teeth, cock. All of him was all over me, inside of me, brushing over my skin, touching me everywhere. Commanding, taking, demanding, corrupting me in the best way possible. It’s just too much. I want more, I want all of him, I wish that he could be here for real making all of these things happen to me. However much we hate each other in the day, I’m sure what we could do in the night would be something else…

  “Oh fuck,” I murmur as I brush my fingers along my soaking wet slit. “That feels so good.”

  I push my fingers into myself, imagining the weight of his body against mine as his cock sends waves and waves of bliss rolling through me. I picture his fingers clawing needily at me, as he grunts gutturally with need. I focus on my clit for a while, his lips sending me to heaven. The intense heat shoots through me like lightening, almost shocking me completely. It’s almost as if I have been holding on to this pleasure for ages, waiting for the perfect moment to set it free, and now it’s here, washing over me, building like a wave. He pushes into me harder, sending my head spinning, and still I need more. So much more…

  “Oh shit.” I tense. Every part of me stiffens up as I flick my finger faster and faster. Right now, Carter is all over me. This is a secret fantasy, a taboo moment that I will never share with anyone, and that just makes it more exciting. It’s a deep thrill that shudders through me as I allow myself to be dragged under the waters of pleasure.

  I scream and shout, my body writhing desperately through the pleasure as I imagine Carter and I coming together. Him letting loose, freeing himself from whatever has him so locked away from the world, and me finally daring to trust someone with all of me. Both of us bonding and connecting, thrusting and fucking. I cry out, wishing that I could say his name aloud, that I could just enjoy this delicious gorgeous moment.

  It’s complicated and confusing, and sexy as hell. Just a little second of weakness that I will push to the back of my mind and never think of again.

  “What the hell was that?” I ask myself through panting breaths. “I blame Abbi. She had me all worked up over nothing.” And it is nothing as well, I won’t allow myself to believe anything other than that.
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  9

  Carter

  “Why are you being so stubborn about this?” I yell with my hands in the air. “It’s crazy, Raelyn.”

  Everyone else has scurried away, afraid to be around us anymore. They are all getting used to the fights now and they avoid us like the plague when it happens. I know I should stop all this, it puts a dent in production, but I can’t. The more time I spend with Raelyn, the more confusing my feelings become, the more I fight. But she’s fighting back just as hard, which leaves me curious. What is she yelling for?

  “Why can’t you just see that my way is better? You’re the one who is acting stubborn!”

  “Because these are my machines and I know what I’m doing. Don’t be so ridiculous.”

  “But I’m not saying that you’re wrong! I’m just saying that you should look at my way of doing things because it’s efficient and much cheaper. You know the quality isn’t compromised, you’ve seen it yourself.”

  “I just don’t think that we need to change things when everything is working just fine, thank you.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be like that. Don’t be so rigid. Is that how you progress? By never changing.”

  “Change is only necessary if something is wrong, and there isn’t anything wrong here.”

  “No, but my way is better.” She throws her hands in the air in frustration. “You just don’t want to admit it…”

  I don’t want her to say because she’s a woman, which we both know is true. “It’s not better, that’s why.”

  She makes a sound I haven’t ever heard before. A guttural yell that comes deep from the pit of her stomach. She’s infuriated by me; I have pushed her too far. A part of me is desperately excited to see what will happen next, what she’ll do, how she’ll react. I know it’s twisted but I can’t help it.

  “I can’t even talk to you, Carter. I can’t. I can barely work with you.” She rests her hands on her hips and her eyes flash with temper. “I will just have to show you. To prove to you that I’m right.”