Taming Val

by Trevion Burns

  Gary shook his head. If Zoey had seen this apartment, she would’ve loved it. She would’ve accepted it. He knew she would’ve. Now that he’d found her with Val, however, everything was different.

  Everything.

  “You know what?” Gary said. “Don’t list it. I’m gonna hold onto it for a while.”

  Leo poked his lip out with a shrugged. “All right.”

  With a nod, Gary went to the door.

  “You okay?” Leo called.

  Gary wasn’t okay. “I’m fine,” he said, pulling the door open. “I’m gonna go look for Rome.”

  That was a lost cause, and they both knew it. Roman knew how to disappear when he wanted to, but that didn’t stop Leo from bounding towards the door, calling out to Gary. “I’m coming with you.”

  ***

  For the next week, Val and Zoey spent every night together talking, making out, and fucking like rabbits. Now that he’d admitted his love for her, and she for him, he couldn’t get enough of her. They’d christened every inch of her apartment, twice, and tonight Val was ready to start getting to work on his own place.

  “I’ve never had you in my bed, do you know that?” He whispered into his cell phone, as he left his office for the day. “That’s unacceptable.”

  “It is?” she laughed.

  “It is. I want your cum all over my sheets. I want it all over everything I own, including me.”

  “You’re so nasty, baby.”

  “Hey Hing,” Val suddenly called out, waving a hand to Hing as he caught her coming out of the building with a load of files clutched in her arms. “Do you need any help?”

  Hing’s eyes widened with terror, and she quickly shook her head before hanging it low, picking up her pace towards the bus stop across the street. As he went back to the phone-call with Zoey, Val reminded himself to start being extra nice to Hing. His voice lowered. “You make me nasty, baby, you make me this way. I can’t fucking wait to see you tonight.”

  “Yeah? Tell me all of the nasty things you’re going to do to me later.”

  “I’m gonna…” Val’s words slowed to a stop as he looked out onto the busy street in front of his building, sure he was imagining things. “Hold on a minute, Zo… I might be crazy, but I swear to god I see Roman sitting in a car outside of my office.”

  “It probably is Roman, he’s been calling me all week. Said he might pay you a visit today.”

  Val came to a complete stop. “Baby,” he admonished.

  “You’re not the only one who can keep a secret, Val,” she whispered. “Now go be with Roman. He needs you. Call me later.”

  “I—” Val wanted to argue some more, but she hung up before he could say another word. When his eyes went back to the black Benz parked on the corner, he began stalking up to the car. When he came within a five feet, it was confirmed. Roman was in the front seat, leaning out of the open window, and watching Val. “Fuck, Rome! Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick about you.”

  Roman nodded to the backseat. “Get in.”

  Too relieved, and happy to see his older brother, Val circled the car, and went to climb into the passengers seat.

  “Backseat.”

  “What?” Val cringed.

  Roman looked at him through the passenger window with unsmiling blue eyes. “Get in the backseat.”

  Too happy that Roman was okay, and also a little thrown off by the cold look in his eyes, Val complied, climbing into the backseat.

  His mouth gaped open when, suddenly, Leo climbed in on one side of the backseat, and Gary moved in on the other, each closing their doors simultaneously, leaving the three of them squeezed in like sardines.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Val demanded. No answer. They just stared straight ahead, as if he hadn’t said a word.

  Roman started the car.

  “This is ridiculous.” Val moved to climb up to the front seat. His mouth dropped in shock, once more, when Roman reached from the driver’s seat and pushed him back. Leo and Gary held him down, just as Roman pulled calmly out onto the street.

  “We’re gonna take a nice drive,” Roman said. “Have a nice talk.”

  With a slow smile and quiet chuckle, it dawned on Val what was happening. His brothers had heard about he and Zoey, and they were planning on threatening his life the same way they threatened any man who was plugging their little sister.

  “It’s come to our attention that you’ve been seeing Zoey,” Roman said, confirming Val’s suspicions. “And we’d love an explanation.”

  Val looked to Gary. “Thanks for keeping your fucking mouth shut, Gar. That’s fantastic.”

  Gary didn’t even look his way, continuing to hold him back against the seat unnecessarily.

  “You guys can’t be serious.” He looked back and forth between his three brothers, saw the stone cold expressions on all of their faces, and allowed his hands to fall helplessly into his lap. “Okay, you’re serious,” he grumbled to himself, shaking his head as he stared into his lap.

  “Hey?” Gary shoved his shoulder, finally looking at him. “He asked you a question.”

  Val looked to Gary and held his eyes, silently asking his youngest brother if this was really fucking happening. “I met her ten years ago, I fell in love. Took me ten years to find the balls to tell her. I told her, she loves me back.”

  “This explains so much,” Leo mumbled, shaking his head with a smirk. “Soooo much.”

  Roman wasn’t amused. “So you slept with her, but you’re not going to marry her?”

  “Who said I wasn’t?”

  “Are you?” Gary demanded.

  “None of your damn business. You know what? I’m over it. Can you stop the car, please?” Val tried to sit up, but once again found himself being pushed back against the seat by three big arms, and came undone. “The next asshole who pushes me gets a swift kick to the balls as soon as we’re out of this car, and I mean that.”

  Three hands disappeared as quickly as they were there, and Val straightened his jacket. “Guys. I love her. Okay? I really do. More than myself. I’m going to do right by her.”

  “When?” Gary chimed.

  “When what?”

  “When are you planning on doing right by her?”

  “Well… I would have preferred she be the one to hear it first, but… tonight. I’m making her dinner tonight, and I’m going to ask her to be my wife. Okay? Are we all fucking satisfied now?”

  Apparently that was the right answer. Seconds later, two blocks from the Novsky offices, Roman stopped at a light and unlocked the back doors. Gary and Leo made room for Val to get out of the car.

  Val cut his eyes at Gary from where he stood straightening his jacket on the sidewalk, watching with irritation as he and Leo climbed back into Roman’s car.

  His eyes went to the driver’s seat, and the irritation vanished. Honestly, he was too happy to see Roman’s face to stay mad for long. “Hey?” he called.

  Roman looked at him.

  “You okay?”

  Roman didn’t miss a beat. “I’m fine.”

  Then the light turned green, and just like that, Roman was gone again.

  ***

  With excitement and anxiety coming together, and zooming across her stomach in what felt like an uncontrollable ball of fire, Zoey knocked quietly on Val’s door, coming up to her toes at the sound of the locks clicking, and unlatching.

  Just as the door was swinging open, she quickly undid her trench coat and pulled it apart, giving Val an unabridged view of her bright red panty set with matching hose and garter.

  As his eyes ran her body, the glass dish he’d been holding slipped right from his hand, and crashed onto his white marble floor, covering it in a sauce that was almost exactly the same color as the bra and panties that had sent it crashing down in the first place.

  “Holy Christ,” Val wheezed, his eyes running her body before rising back to hers in objection when she closed her coat. “What do you think you’re doing? Op
en that back up,” he demanded motioning to the coat and the beautiful treasures he now knew were hiding underneath.

  She continued holding the coat closed on her body. “Val! You have marinara sauce all over the floor! It’s on my shoes.”

  “Fuck the floor.” Val reached out of the door, and took the flap of her coat in his hand, pulling her into his apartment. “Fuck the shoes, too.”

  He slammed the door closed once she was inside and covered her lips with his, moaning instantly at how good she tasted, how right. He loved that he could kiss her whenever he felt like it now, without worrying about what it would mean, the risks he was taking, and whether or not he was setting himself up for massive heartbreak in the future.

  She loved him, too. She’d told him herself. That was all that mattered to him. Knowing that she loved him solidified inside him that everything was going to be all right.

  It was. Because it had to be.

  His breathing went to a tremble as their kiss deepened, and he tucked his hands into her jacket, giving her the rare opportunity to take control of the kiss. Her sweet tongue lived inside his mouth as his fingers ran her body, coming to a grateful stop at the full cups of her bra. He squeezed her breasts appreciatively just as she took his bottom lip between her own, biting it softly when he pulled the cups down, revealing her breasts and pert nipples. He pinched each of the hardened brown nubs between his nimble fingers.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about you, Zoey.”

  She laid a few more languid kisses on his lips before pushing her tongue in, waiting to feel his own sliding against hers before pulling away.

  “And since our dinner is on the floor now, anyway, let’s just head straight to the bedroom.” He took her hand,, and began backing up towards the only bedroom in the apartment.

  She nodded as he pulled her, biting her lip around the slow smile that was growing on her face.

  “Yes please,” she agreed.

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded. “I want it in every possible way tonight, Val. Whatever you want to do to me… do it.”

  His eyebrows raised. “Don’t start something you can’t finish now.”

  She shrugged one shoulder softly while pulling the jacket completely off, allowing it to pool at her feet.

  Jacket gone, red panties growing damp with her desire, breasts spilling out of the lacey red bra… Val came to a complete stop. Taking her in from head to toe, he couldn’t believe her absolute power over him. How had he waited so long for this? As his eyes met hers, his entire body almost came apart with the need to tell her the truth. The whole truth, but she spoke before he could.

  “I figure I better let you get your fill of me while my body is still this hot.”

  Val almost laughed, but it came up short when her words registered in his mind. “Excuse me?” he asked, the slowest smile crossing his face. “Does that mean what I think it means, Zo?”

  “I took the test before I got here.” She nodded, tears coming to her eyes. “I’m pregnant, Val.”

  Val whopped and moved to her, covering her lips with his once more. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, more gently this time, while moaning through a slow sensuous kiss. “I thought I told you never to take the test without me?”

  “I couldn’t help it. Honestly, I never expected that it was going to be positive.”

  “I can’t believe it,” he gasped.

  “Me either.”

  He cupped the back of her head, keeping her forehead to his, while shaking his head. “I know you hate kids, Zoey.”

  “I really do,” she laughed. “Little assholes, all of them.”

  “And I know we haven’t had a serious talk about this, but I love you so much. I love you too much… not to raise our son together. I want to raise him with you. I need you by my side, not just as his mother, but as my partner. Will you raise this child with me?” He reached into the back pocket of his pants and went to his knee as he brought it around in front of him, popping open the box. “Will you marry us, Zo? Me and our son?”

  Zoey’s mouth fell open.

  “I know it’s fast…” His eyes went ripe with vulnerability. “But I know this is right, Zoey. You’re the one… you’re the only one. Please marry us.”

  Zoey laughed out loud once more, covering her mouth with both of her hands. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

  “And our son,” Val clarified.

  “Yes, and our daughter, too.”

  Slipping the ring shakily on her finger, Val jumped to his feet and covered her lips with his, pulling away gently. “One condition,” he whispered. “You have to promise me one thing.”

  “Anything.”

  “You’re not allowed to call the baby an asshole.”

  “Ah. A promise I will inevitably break, but… okay, I promise.”

  He pressed a finger to her lips, fighting a smile, before taking her hand, again. “Now about that doing whatever I want with you,” he started.

  “Did I say that?” She feigned confusion. “I’m sorry, Val, but… see, now that we’re going to be married, I retract that. No more daily blow-jobs. No more of that place…”

  “Zo, you know how much I love that place…”

  “Well you should have thought about that before you did this.” She raised her ring finger and wagged it around.

  “There’s nothing on this planet that would’ve stopped me from doing that. I’ve known I was doing that since I was seventeen.”

  “Val, baby…” She melted like butter.

  Without another word, she followed him into his bedroom and immediately pulled his shirt over his head. Her fingers began working on his belt as he bent at the waist and took one of her exposed nipples back in his mouth, clutching her waist as he suckled gently at the tender flesh.

  “Oh, Val,” she whispered, pushing his pants off of his waist as he moved greedily to her other nipple, twisting the lonely one under his trembling fingers. “That feels incredible.” She said, unlatching her bra from behind, allowing it to fall to her feet. Val didn’t remove his mouth from her nipple for a moment, not even as she got rid of her bra and panties. He just followed her as she moved, twirling his hot tongue around her nub, getting her wet and ready for him in ways she couldn’t begin to handle.

  “You’re so sexy, Val. I’ve always thought you were the sexiest man I’d ever seen, from the first night you came and held me in my room.”

  Val released her nipple with a smack, his eyes rising to hers as he fell to his knees before her, in a very fitting position of complete worship. With eager thumbs, he spread her pussy lips open, taking in the beautiful sight.

  She threw her head back as he dove in, lapping slowly at her engorged clit. “I wanted your mouth on me even then. I fantasized about you every night. What you looked like, tasted like, what your mouth would feel like on me.”

  “Mmm.” His head moved in a slow circle as he lapped at her, feasted on her, until he couldn’t wait another second. Tightening his hold on her waist, he stood and turned them, guiding her back onto the mattress. She stretched lazily back onto his black sheets and comforter, and his dick jumped straight to attention as he removed his pants and boxers completely, all but begging for her. He climbed into the bed after her with vigor, pushing his body between her legs. She spread for him instantly, purring softly in her need for him.

  “The disgusting things I would’ve done to you back then,” she said, gently, running her hands down the sides of his face as he ran his rock hard shaft along her throbbing pussy lips. “All you had to do was say the word.” She accepted his fervent kiss while reaching between their bodies, taking his dick in the hand where her engagement ring now lived, and guiding him into her soaking center. “Mmm, I would have taken you right in, baby.”

  “Oh god.” Val pressed his forehead to hers as she surrounded him, wondering if he’d ever grow used to how good it felt making love to her. His heart exploded in his chest when she moved her hips under
neath him, fucking him before he’d even begun to move.

  “You could have had all of me,” she whispered, crying out when he finally found the strength to begin moving inside her, biting her lip to fight the uncontrollable pleasure, wanting this to last.

  “You weren’t ready, baby.” He swirled his hips in the way he’d learned she liked, smiling when her eyes rolled back in her head.

  “I was ready,” she protested, even as he had her clawing at his back as he fucked her to oblivion.

  “Not the way you’re ready for me now.” He reached between their bodies and found her hard clit, only brushing it slightly with his thumb before she went flying over the edge, her back arching off of the bed as she came, her orgasm sending her body thrashing wildly underneath him.

  “I love you, Zoey,” he said, before allowing himself to let go, to fall over that beautiful, breathtaking abyss that he’d dreamed of reaching with her for as long as he could remember.

  This was it. This was love.

  And he’d die before he let anyone take it away.

  Anyone.

  Twelve

  Hand-in-hand, still loose and exhausted from the night before, Val and Zoey climbed the steps to the front door of the Romanovsky house, their hearts beating in time as Val knocked on the door.

  “I think maybe we should’ve waited a little longer,” Zoey said, looking over at Val. “Like maybe not the morning after a four-orgasms-in-a-row kind of night. I feel like my limbs are still in a Jell-O state. Am I even talking right now? I can’t tell.” Zoey was only half joking. Val had put it down all night last night. It was as if that ring on her finger had awakened a beast she hadn’t even known was in him. She was still recovering.

  From the lazy gleam in his gold eyes, and the smile that spread across his face to match, he was in the same Jell-O-like state that she was. “You should probably get used to that feeling, Zo. Now that you’re going to be my wife, I’m going to be needing you desperately… and often.”