Page 23 of Sweet Valentine

“I wasn’t done!” I pout, wanting more of his taste on my tongue.

“Too bad, I’m not coming in that sinful mouth of yours. When I come, it’ll be in that tight pussy.” He growls as his lips wrap around one of my hard nipples, making me squirm beneath him. My hips rotate, needing some kind of relief that Noah refuses to give me.

His lips release my nipple and trail up with expert precision until his mouth is against the shell of my ear. “What do you want, sweetheart?” I melt at the feel of him fully against me, the way all the hard planes of his body meet all the soft spots of mine. He’s like a drug I can’t seem to shake, and the thought of almost losing this feeling has me pulling him even closer.

“Make love to me, Noah.” His hips drive forward, his cock sliding through my wet lips, hitting my clit with every stroke, and sending my head back into the mattress.

“For you, anything…” he whispers as he lines the head of his cock up with my entrance and slams home. The moan that leaves my throat rivals his as he sets a feverish pace. Our eyes meet, and everything changes. The pace slows, and his kisses become more and more intense until the world starts to fade.

“Fuck, Val. I love you so much. I know you’re close, and I need to feel you come for me.” His words send me over the edge, and I fall. Hard.

Noah fucks me through my orgasm, and when it starts to subside, he flips us. “Ride me, baby. I wanna see you take what you need from me.”

And I do. I take so much that it leaves us both drained, spent, and ready for round two.

EPILOGUE

“You guys are disgusting. Can you please get a room?” Mandy complains from across the way. I unhook my arms from around Noah’s neck and lightly kiss his lips.

“I believe this is a room, and I own it,” I say, looking up at a smiling Noah. “So, if you don’t like the PDA, you can leave.” I hear her huff off into the back of the kitchen, and I go back to kissing the man who has made me the happiest I have ever been.

“I do need to leave for work,” he mumbles against my lips, but I shake my head. It’s Valentine’s Day, and it’s been just over a year since Noah convinced me that he was the one for me. I can’t picture my life without him. It’s been a whirlwind of a year for us. Noah started a new school year, my business is booming, and I’m thinking about opening another location on the other side of town. Amy hasn’t been a problem since the day she walked into my shop. I do see her around town every once in a while, but I just smile. I got the guy in the end, and our life couldn’t be better.

“You gonna bring the cookies by later? The kids are really looking forward to them.” Noah told me it’s now tradition for me to make his class Valentine’s Day cookies, and I love doing it, but what he doesn’t know is that I have a little surprise hidden up my sleeve.

“Yes, I’ll be there right before lunch ends.” A look crosses his face, almost like fear, and I wonder what’s gotten into him.

“Actually, do you mind coming before lunch? The kids want to take the cookies before their lunch.” I smile, loving how much he loves his students.

“Sure, I’ll be there in a few hours.” I kiss him goodbye and watch as he leaves. The moment he’s out of the building, Mandy comes out, smiling.

“He has no idea, does he?” she asks, looking at my now-flat stomach, one that won’t be flat for much longer. I shake my head, blushing at the thought of our child growing inside of me. I never thought this would be my life. I always thought I would have to put my bakery first, but Noah showed me that I didn’t have to, I just had to find the right man to stand beside me.

EPILOGUE

My hands are shaking as I look at the clock one more time. She should be here any minute. “Everyone know what they have to do?” I look around the room at the excited faces of my students. I knew eliciting their help was crucial if I was going to pull this off, but right now, I just wish she would get here.

“Knock, knock!” Val says as she opens the door, a bunch of boxes in her arms. I can’t help the huge smile that crosses my face when she enters. She looks utterly breathtaking. Her hair is down in messy waves, and she’s wearing her usual black pants and flowy top.

She’s glowing.

She winks in my direction as she sets the boxes on one of the desks. “Who is excited for cookies?” she yells, and all the kids shout after her, making her flash that smile that sends me to my knees. For a second, I simply watch her, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, and wonder how I got lucky enough to find her. Out of the billions of people in this world, I walked into her bakery, and she changed my life.

“Before we get to the cookies, I have a little surprise for you,” I say, noticing my voice cracking as I make my way to where she’s standing. I motion for one of the kids to come forward, carrying a piece of purple construction paper. Val takes it and reads it aloud. “I love the way flour gets stuck in your hair.” She looks at me, confused but smiling. Then the next kid comes up, handing her another piece of purple paper that reads, “I love that you always smell like cinnamon and sugar.” She laughs at that one, knowing that I do love that smell. One after another, all the kids hand her pieces of paper stating different things that I love about Val.

When the last kid comes up, and Val starts to read, I motion for all the kids to get into position. “I love that you love me almost as much as I love you.” I can see the tears now, and when she looks up, she gasps. All of the kids hold up signs that read: Will you marry me? She turns, looking at me as I drop to one knee, holding the velvet box I’ve had hidden for weeks.

“Val? Sweetheart? You are everything I ever wanted in my life. You bring joy, happiness, and most importantly, cookies.” The kids giggle at that. “I don’t know what I would do without you. You are the most beautiful, loving, devoted woman I have ever met, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days showing you how much you mean to me. Will you marry me?”

All she does is nod as the tears stream down her face. I place the ring on her finger, loving the way it shines on her porcelain skin. She bends down, kissing me as the kids make disgusted sounds behind us.

“I have something for you, too,” she says against my lips. She backs away from me, wiping the tears from her face as she walks over to the boxes of cookies. Taking the smallest one, she hands it to me. “Open it,” she says quietly, her eyes darting in every direction. When I do, it takes me a second to realize what I’m looking at. It’s a cookie in the shape of a baby onesie, and it reads: Congrats, Dad.

No.

No way.

We talked about having kids, but it was never a definite yes-we’re-trying type of conversation.

“Are you serious right now?” I whisper, looking from the cookie to Val and back again, not fully believing what I’m seeing. She smiles as I make my way over to her, wrapping her in my arms and spinning us both. “I’m gonna be a daddy?” All she does is nod as the kids scream and laugh and jump around us.

This is the best day of my life, and I owe it all to the beautiful baker I met by accident.

My sweet Valentine.

THE END

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