Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s Day
Onyx
“Fuck,” I hiss, sinking even deeper into Amelie’s tight depths. Is there any better feeling? I don’t fucking think so. “I’ve missed this.”
“Thanks,” she says drily.
“I meant you. I’ve missed you. Being with you.”
“Mmm-hmm. Ditto. Don’t go away for so long again,” she replies, albeit a little breathlessly.
I piston into her harder, making her gasp. “Don’t send me on cock and bull missions that are wild goose chases then. You’re to blame for missing out on all this for weeks.”
“I’m sorry,” she pants.
“You will be,” I warn with a wicked grin, thrusting extra hard to show her I mean business.
“Fuck, On!” Amelie cries, the sound music to my fucking ears. I’m deliberately keeping her on the edge, punishing her for sending me away but not letting her fall into the abyss.
“Next time, send Kalen,” I growl.
“Speak my name, and I shall appear! It is I, Kalen of Knox, monster cock wielder and lover of all things Valentine!”
“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” I grunt, still thrusting into Amelie.
“Sounds like you’re having a little trouble getting our girl over the edge there, O. Need a hand?”
My movements stall. “No.”
“A monster cock? A tongue? A gentle breeze on your balls? I’m willing to do what it takes to get you there, bro—”
“I. Will. Kill. You. Get. Out.”
“Amelie, if he’s trapped you here against your will, blink once for save me and twice for intervene.”
“OUT!” I roar, losing patience with my brother who has the worst timing in the world.
It’s a miracle I’m still hard at this point, but the fits of giggles Amelie’s dissolved into is working wonders on squeezing my dick and I can barely think straight.
“I’ll go, if you promise to do me a favour,” he whines.
“Fine. Leave.”
“Don’t you want to know what it is first?” His pout is ridiculous. The urge to hit him is overwhelming, and it’s only Amelie clamping down around me that keeps me in place.
“I swear to god.” I sigh as Amelie reaches up and kneads my shoulders. The sooner I hear him out, the sooner he’ll fuck off. “What is it?”
“I need you to organise the Valentine’s celebrations this year. I’m still pooped from the Bubble Wrap party and I need a break.”
“First, who the fuck says pooped? What are you, five? And second, no. You wanted to do a year of celebrations and so far you’ve only managed one.”
“It was epic though!” He brags, beaming.
“I don’t call Amelie having to step in and save Branson from murdering your ass for kidnapping him, epic.” Right now, as much as I hate Branson, I’m kind of wishing she’d let him take out my most annoying brother.
“Agree to disagree. Anyway, I have a lot on this week and I’m going to be gone for a few days, so you organise the party, okay? Deal. Bye.”
Kalen struts out of Amelie’s bedroom, a smug grin plastered across his face. He saunters down the hallway, whistling tunelessly as he goes. Fucker left the door open.
I glare after him, my thoughts a jumbled mess. Am I seriously in charge of the Valentine’s party? I can’t even get a moment of peace with Amelie without Kalen barging in. And now, I’m supposed to organise the Valentine’s celebration?
As if reading my thoughts, Amelie pulls me down on the bed, her fingers trailing down my back. “I’ll help you, I promise,” she whispers, her eyes filled with affection.
A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. I can’t help but be grateful for her support, even when faced with my ever-meddling brother. “I appreciate the offer,” I say, returning her smile. “But I’ve got this. I can plan one night of celebrations for you.”
Amelie wraps her arms around me, her body pressing against mine. It’s a grounding feeling, reminding me of why I’ve missed her so much. “Promise me you won’t let it stress you out too much,” she murmurs, kissing the side of my neck.
I nod, eager to make Amelie happy. “I’ll do my best, but I think we should focus on the other things first,” I say, my voice thick with lust. Amelie laughs, her entire face lighting up as she nods eagerly.
“Yes, please.”
I have it all planned out, calling on my twin and big brother to help execute the final stages of my plan.
Sawyer is about to drag Kalen away on an urgent mission, and Slate is bringing Amelie to the location now.
They should be here any minute, so I get to work lighting the candles that are in jars all around the room.
Sawyer insisted I had to include candles to make it romantic, but what isn’t romantic about axe throwing with pictures of Kalen’s face on the targets and a cook your own meat station set up in the corner?
We have the entire building to ourselves so there is no chance of being interrupted.
Someone clears their throat. “I have a flower delivery for Mr Knox,” the woman says, holding the largest bouquet of flowers I have ever seen in my life. “I need you to sign here.”
Signing the tablet she passes me, has her pressing a button on her ear. “Bring the flowers in.”
An entire team brings in bouquets of flowers and sets them up around the room, and the lady hands me a note.
You didn’t think I was going to let you plan it all yourself, did you? Every girl deserves flowers. And axe throwing…really? She better get that double dicking.
Kalen.
So much for me planning a special night for Amelie.
First Sawyer and the candles, and now Kalen and the flowers.
Amelie knows who I am and loves me for me.
All this hearts and flowers shit isn’t me.
I’m your axe-throwing, meat-eating kind of man.
Well, maybe not exactly axe throwing, knives are more my style – less bulky – but I wanted tonight to be special.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Pulling it out, it’s a text from Slate.
Fifteen minutes away, get the blankets and pillows out of your boot.
What pillows? Fuck my life.
Trudging out to my car, I press the button on my key fob and the boot pops open. Throw pillows explode from their confines.
Great.
I load my arms with some pillows and four loads later I finally have them, along with the fluffy blanket, set up in the corner like a damn love nest. I have to hand it to Slate, this was actually a good call; Amelie shouldn’t have to be fucked on weird cork flooring. It is Valentine’s day after all.
I’m barely fucking done when he texts to say they’re here and I look around the space nervously. Honestly, it’s a shit show of mismatched ideas, but it’s kind of cosy and I think Amelie will love it.
As the door opens, I hold my breath and wait for Amelie to step inside. My heart is pounding double time as she takes in the scene before her – the candles casting a warm glow, the flowers adorning every surface, and the makeshift love nest in the corner.
She looks around with wide eyes, clearly surprised by the effort that has been put into this unconventional Valentine’s Day celebration.
This was stupid. I should have stuck with what I had planned. She’ll know I didn’t come up with this on my own. It’s not me. I should have left it to Slate. He’s the romantic one. I—
Amelie’s gaze finally lands on me, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
She walks over to where I’m standing, surrounded by all the chaos I’ve created in an attempt to make this night special for her.
Without saying a word, she reaches up and presses a gentle kiss to my lips, her touch grounding me in that moment.
“I love it,” she whispers against my mouth, her words sending a wave of relief and happiness washing over me. “It’s perfect.”
And just like that, all the doubts and worries that had plagued me throughout this entire planning process melts away. In the flickering candlelight, with Slate watching from a discreet distance, I pull Amelie closer to me, wrapping her in the warmth of my embrace.
The tension slowly dissipates as we hold each other, the soft light from the candles casting a warm glow over us.
Amelie’s presence fills me with a sense of peace and contentment, and once again I feel a surge of gratitude for having her in my life when I know I’m not easy to be around, date or even love.
As she looks up at me with those beautiful, understanding eyes, I know that all the chaos and mishaps of setting up the evening don’t matter as long as we’re together.
“I’m glad you like it,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I just wanted tonight to be special for you.”
Amelie smiles up at me, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “It is special, On. More than I could have imagined…Wait…Are those targets with Kalen’s face on them?”
She laughs when I nod. “I set up axe throwing.”
“I can’t throw axes at my boyfriend’s face,” she protests, even though her eyes are lit up with excitement.
“I promise you, Kalen gave his permission,” I tell her earnestly. I mean, he kind of did. Sort of. Whatever, he’s lucky he’s not here taking a real axe to the face for the shit he pulled last week when I was on a mission.
Amelie’s laughter fills the room, a beautiful sound that warms my heart even more than the comforts surrounding us and draws me back to the present. She’s my focus. Not Kalen. Her easy acceptance and enjoyment of my unconventional plans make me fall for her even harder.
“Get comfy, I’ll grab you a drink.”
She settles onto the pile of pillows and blankets, the softness providing a stark contrast to the ruggedness of the axe-throwing targets nearby. I guess it is nicer than fucking around on the matting.
“Join her. I’ll do drinks,” Slate says, stepping forward to clap me on the shoulder and gently push me in her direction.
As soon as I join her, Amelie leans into me, her head resting on my shoulder. The flickering candlelight dances across her features, highlighting the love and affection in her eyes.
“I never would have expected this,” Amelie murmurs, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m glad you’re both here.”