Page 9 of His Valentine

“He’s never there. Except tonight and last night. We stayed open an extra two hours. I’d never been so excited to see my car. Other than that, all I did was pay my fee, dance my sets, and leave as quickly as I could.” I tuck that tidbit of information away for later when I write my report.

“What about lap dances?” I take one last turn. This question is probably going to piss her off, but my last fuck to give is long gone. Kennedy Fontaine has me by the balls, and she damn well knows it.

“Why, going to pay me to sit on your lap and give you a certain Valentine’s present every man at the club wanted, Trent?” she tosses out, wiggling in her seat. I didn’t tighten her handcuffs as much as I would have others. It seems Kennedy is still just as flexible as ever as well as double jointed.

“Fuck yeah, but let’s get one thing straight, Kennedy.” I pull into my driveway, park my police-issued car behind my truck, and slam the gear intoPark.She has her arms in front of her, wiggling her wrists up in the air, not even bothering to grab my hoodie.

“What’s that?” she asks. I don’t bother replying right away. The next thing I have to say will be face to fucking face. I’m laying it all out on the line, no more holding back, and no more hiding.

I knife out of the car more than ready to get to Kennedy. I can grab my shit later. I already stowed my helmet, gun, and bulletproof vest in the trunk after talking to Chase. My pacedoubles as I round the hood of the car, then open the door to the backseat and help Kennedy out.

“The only man you’ll ever dance for again is me, the only Valentine you’ll have is me, the only man you'll ever have inside you is me. I’m your beginning, your middle, and your motherfucking end.” I grab her lithe body, picking her up by the back of her thighs then wedging my hips between hers, and hold the fuck on as I take her mouth. The minute my mouth lands on hers, she settles in, hands digging in my hair, holding on, and seeking me out with her tongue. I set the pace, feeling her pussy grind down on my cock. Her heat, her scent, her soft little moans I’m swallowing are only making me want Kennedy more. I’m about to rip her barely-there clothes off and take her with my mouth, my fingers, and my cock.

“Trent.” Her voice vibrates against my chest, nipples brushing along my shirt. Those damn star stickers have got to fucking go. My mouth waters thinking about wrapping my lips around the pebbled tips. I grind my cock along the seam of her slit.

“You like that, don’t you. You couldn’t hate me if you tried, even when I was being a dick, trying to do the right thing. I was dumb, so fucking dumb to ever deny us this,” I admit. I’ll give her an apology later in the form of my mouth between her legs. Fuck, I’ll even spell it out with my tongue on her clit.

“Don’t play with me, Trent. Please don’t play.” She arches her back, offering more of herself to me.

“Not playing, Kennedy. Never again. It’s me, you, and Briar. Now I’m going to make good on my promise. It’s Valentine’s Day, and this is only the beginning.” With that, I press her close to my body, slam the door shut, and walk us inside the house.

7

KENNEDY

Trent carries me through his house, my legs wrapped around his while I lick a path along the slope of his neck. The clothes I’m wearing do nothing to hide what he’s doing to my body, and with each step he takes, I can feel his hard cock graze against my core. I don’t take in our surroundings; I’m too busy trying not to come before either of us is naked. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anybody, and since then, I’ve been taking care of business myself. There hasn’t been time for dates, not that I’d want to go on one anyways. It’d be a disservice to myself and the person I’d be sharing a meal with because I’d compare him to Trent the entire freaking time.

“Taking a shower with you, babe. First, I’m gonna watch you strip for me,” Trent says, slamming his palm on the light switch in the bathroom. The overhead lights are dim and not harsh, so it doesn’t jar my eyesight after being in the dark for so long.

“Only if I can watch you take your clothes off, too.” I slide down the length of his body. The shoes on my feet give me the much-needed height. I’m not super short, but I’m not tall, either. At five foot five, I can hold my own. Trent teetering near six footmakes it hard not to have to look up to him. Thank you, stripper heels.

“That’s a fuckin’ given.” He takes a step back, hand going behind the glass of the shower door and turning the water on. I wait until I’ve got his full attention before starting my show. The minute he rips his shirt over his head, it’s go-time. I roll my shoulders, helping the white button-down to slide off my body, only I can’t. Someone forgot to uncuff me, and as sexy is it is being at Trent’s mercy, it also means my movements are limited.

“Next time you’re cuffed, it’s going to be to the bed, when I can take my fucking time.” He reads my mind, then comes away with a key to unlock the mechanism, which he does with finesse and without so much as looking away from my quaking breasts. My breathing is labored, desire is dripping from my core, and the way he moves his hands is hot as hell. Trent’s forearms flex as he takes the handcuffs away, placing them and the key on the counter.

“You have a lot of experience putting those on and taking them off,” I tease. My shirt drops to the ground, and I’m already going for my skirt. The Velcro on the side makes removal easier, leaving me in nothing but a tiny G-string and pasties.

“Going to have even more with you in my life.” He steps out of his boots, taking his socks with him one fell swoop, and what he does next has my thighs clenching together. His belt is next, the clanking of the buckle, the way he pulls it off with one effortless tug, wrapping it around his hand and holding it for a moment. I’m left with a conundrum of what to take off next. Peeling off the heart-shaped stickers covering my nipples is not going to be cute.

“I’m going to hold you to it.” I make quick work of slipping out of my Mary Jane platform heels, losing the height and prolonging the inevitable.

“Panties. Off,” he groans, dropping his belt to the ground and working the button and zipper of his jeans. By the time I’m pulling the string on the side of my panties, he’s completely naked. Apparently, Detective Trent Hawthorne goes commando, and that’s hot as hell. “Motherfuckin’ fuck, Kennedy. Look how goddamn pretty you are.” His hand wraps around his cock, a bead of pre-cum at the tip, and I’m dying to have a taste.

“I want you in my mouth,” I admit. My panties drop to the floor with the rest of our clothes once I let the tie go.

“The number of times I’ve fantasized you sucking my cock and swallowing my come…” The admission rolls of his tongue. “Got one more thing to take off, and I’ll be doing it for you.” He moves in, dips his head, and when I think he’s going to kiss me again, he doesn’t; he does the complete opposite. Ever so slowly, he pulls off the sticker, doing it in such a way it’s like I’m the most fragile piece of glass in the world. While he’s removing it, his tongue laps at the bared nipple along the way. I’m really glad my shoes are gone because I’d surely lose my footing at feeling the raspiness of his tongue on my heated skin.

“Trent.” I tip my head back, eyes closing, and attempt not to beg him to fuck me against the wall instead of him taking his time.

“One more, babe. Then I’m going to apologize with my head buried between these sweet-as-fuck thighs.” Trent moves to my other breast, giving it the same exact attention and killing me slowly with desire. This time, he sucks on my nipple, pulling on the berry-colored tip so hard it has my thighs trembling, my pussy demanding his mouth, his fingers, or his cock.

“More,” I beg. If he teases me much longer, I’m going to use my fingers on myself, and then he’ll have to watch. Except maybe that won’t be a punishment for him. Knowing Trent, he’d more than enjoy the show.

“You’re about to get more, Kennedy, a whole fucking lot more.” He lifts his big abled body up until he’s no longer scrunched down and grabs my hand to pull me into the shower with him.

“I’m more than ready.” The warm water cascades over our bodies, and I’m unable to control needing his mouth on mine. I slide my hands up his biceps until I’m grasping his shoulders so tightly, I’m sure there will be half-moon-shaped imprints from my nails.

“Want something, do you.” Water rains down on us, and the minute I’m able to, my lips land on his. Trent swiftly takes over the kiss, hand going to the back of my head, pulling me the way he wants while lapping at my lips and nipping with his teeth, and when I let out a sigh, his tongue gains entrance. I’m so lost in the heady moment it takes me a minute to realize he’s lifting my leg off his hip, holding me open. As soon as I lock it above his ass, his fingers are working my pussy, soft at first, getting the feel of what I like. One particular movement, the strumming of his thumb along my clit, has me moaning into our kiss. He moves us until my back meets the tiled wall, and then he’s got one finger inside me. He’s sliding backward and forward, testing my depths, listening and learning what I like. I writhe with the need for more, trying to climb him like he’s my own personal tree. One finger becomes two, his thumb still works on my clit, and his mouth is still on mine. I’m so fucking close that I can feel the orgasm trying to take hold.

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