84. Briella
Briella
IT FEELS LIKE THE WHOLE WORLD TILTED OFF ITS AXIS.
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Better Than I Used to Be”
“This Is Your Sign”
VALENTINE’S DAY
“Oh, God, you’re killing me here, Red.” I try to sneak around him to snatch one of the red velvet cupcakes from the tray even as he’s icing them.
“Woman!” he nudges me away and smacks my ass. “Let me work.”
“I can work, too,” I offer.
“Nah. Ye won’t work. Ye’ll eat my icing faster than a brat at a birthday party.”
Damn. He’s right.
Doesn’t mean I don’t sneak my hand beneath his kilt and give his ass a pinch.
He freezes. Turns to me. His eyes get that knowing glint, the punishing kind, and his lips twist into that devil smirk.
“Oh, shi—”
I get as far as the counter before he bends me over the surface, grabs the wooden spoon, and pulls up my short red dress. The third time I had to change today, considering how many times I’ve had worship on steroids.
His fingers pause, and I toss my hair over my shoulder and make a kissing noise. Because I’m wearing his sexy leather lingerie. The thong. I’m not wearing the bra. Still can’t do them with the piercings.
“Fuck,” he says, heaving. “Ye want a cupcake, Lass?”
I nod frantically.
He grabs one, shoves it whole in my mouth, and brings the wooden spoon down on my ass. I rejoice through it all, devouring every bit of the cupcake, feeling how hard he gets through that equally sexy kilt.
When he’s finally done, Rory gives me that evil eye. “I got another treat for ye.”
I widen my eyes when he reveals his cock, but he doesn’t stop there. He grabs the icing bag and pipes quick patterns all over his length, finishing with a big glob on his crown.
“Eat it,” he commands.
I drop to my fucking knees. And I suck and lick and eat his dick like a contestant at an eating contest with thirty seconds left.
Vincent walks into the kitchen when Rory is icing my face with something else.
He rolls his eyes with a huff, hugging his elbows. “Good grief.”
Rory jabs a finger at me. “She started it.”
I lick my lips, rise, and pounce on him.
“Ack! She’s a fecking leech.” He tries to push me off even though I’m cackling while humping him. “Take the little she-demon before she gobbles up all my treats. And me.”
Vincent’s arms have no trouble peeling me off. “Come on, Bri. I think you’re on a sugar high.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and sway my upper body, braided curls swinging back and forth. “And whose fault is that?!”
He laughs and kisses my cheek. He looks so handsome in the hoodie I got for him. Sleeves shoved up past his elbows. Black tank top under as usual. So many lickable tats on display.
It’s been the best Valentine’s Day ever! I didn’t think a holiday could rival Christmas, but they proved me wrong.
They’ve left random love notes all around the house. Whenever I guess right on who wrote what, I get a Hershey kiss, or a chocolate-covered strawberry, or some other treat.
“Oooh!” I chirp and snatch up the one taped to the banister as Vincent carries me to the main family room. Opening it, I read, “I love you more than my tats. Really, Vinny?” I snort, but I’m grinning.
He shrugs. “Gotta give you an easy one now and then.”
I open my mouth and close my eyes, waiting for my treat. Oooh, I moan and gush at the white chocolate-covered strawberry. While enjoying, I comb my hands through his wispy brown locks.
I feel like a kid in a candy factory. But more like a “Valentine’s Day 101” factory. I woke up to the house turned into a bed and breakfast. Rory made all my favorites, like Belgian waffles and strawberries, and Eggs Benedict, of course, and Seth and Jude served me on silver platters.
Then, they treated me to a spa. I got an expert full-body massage from Rory, a mani/pedi from Jude, Seth did a coconut milk treatment for my hair, then braided it.
We made heart-shaped pizzas for lunch.
Jude taught me some ballroom dancing—limp-style—before I got bored of classical music and asked Seth to DJ some Flo Rida and Usher.
They gave me free rein of the remote. My Bloody Valentine, Heart Eyes, Cupid…and dear Rory would bring me random Valentine’s Day sweets while Seth fell asleep on my lap.
Heart-shaped Scottish shortbread cookies. Nutella crepes. Strawberry macarons. Classic cheesecake. Chranachan. Scottish tablets. And of course…scones!
Vincent and I even went on a nature walk with Pew Pew.
Jude puts his book down as his partner carries me into the family room and brings me to his leather chair, transferring me to the doctor.
Jude does that swoonworthy thing that makes me weak at the knees. “Antagonizing the socio again?”
Vincent snorts. “I’ll never see icing the same way.” He mutters something about a “porno in a bakery” before slumping into his chair on the other side of the fireplace.
Jude reaches into his pocket to give me a handkerchief. Thanking him, I wipe off the traces of Rory’s cum. All the nerve endings in my clit light up thanks to the piercing.
“Oh, God!” I squeak as the orgasm rips through me. One of countless today. But each one feels more intense.
Jude observes with that smug leer as I fall apart, grinding against his pelvis and…
ohshitohshitohshit! Another rises. Jude laughs heartily.
The piercings in my tits seem to latch onto the vertical hood one, resonating with little vibrations to wreak beautiful havoc on my system.
I come again, inner muscles pulsating, the heat erupting through me like ballistic fire in all colors blazing through me.
By the time I come down, I’m gasping. And the thong is soaked.
That piercing really is incredible.
“You’re evil. The worst of them all.” I stick my nose up at Jude.
“I know.” He taps my nose, and I catch his finger in my teeth, grinning at him the whole time.
Then, I glance around. My poorly crafted Valentines litter the coffee table, along with the Dirty Minds cards. Totally lost that game.
“Where’s Seth?” I wonder.
“He’ll be back soon,” Jude assures me, kissing the side of my head. “How are you, Babydoll?”
“Wonderful. Perfect.”
I still have a big, goofy smile, and I know I must look more glazed than a Krispy Kreme factory.
“You like the dresses?” he references the three they bought for me. Okay, Vincent made one. A knitted purple one that matches my hair and hugs all my curves.
“Perfect, too.”
I sigh heavily and happily, curling up in his lap and watching the firelight play shadows with Vincent’s handsome face.
Outside, a soft snowfall drifts with a full moon in the sky.
It paints a silver glow over the tall pines swaying in the night.
Make that midnight. Through the window’s corner, I glimpse the silhouette of the greenhouse, its glass panels fogged from the cold.
And just beyond the trees, the distant ocean glimmers through the gaps—quiet, dark, and endless.
“How are your piercings?” he asks, reaching to his right for his glass of bourbon.
“A little tender.” I shrug. “Gets a bit itchy sometimes. Clit’s fine.”
“I’m well aware of that.” Pleased, he lightly thumbs the nub through the dress, and I hiss.
He was right. Hypersensitive. They put it to the test earlier today, seeing if I could orgasm from their breath and a little kiss. They took bets, too.
Jude won. Again.
But talk about the royal treatment!
If I weren’t so exhausted, I’d probably hump him right now and trigger another climax. He’s all Black King in his black slacks and white collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and collar unbuttoned to show his upper muscles.
Look up gentleman dom in the dictionary, and his picture would be there. Splash in Daddy Doctor.
With a yawn, I lean my head against Jude’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, my eyelids heavy from this beautiful, wild, and glorious day.
“Briella?” Jude rumbles into my ear, resonating in my chest.
“Hmm…”
“Day’s not quite done.”
I raise my head. “There’s more?”
“Much,” the new voice utters.
I snap my eyes to Raphael, who seemed to appear out of thin air on the staircase. Seth is following him with a long, narrow object wrapped in messy pink wrapping paper.
I laugh softly as he says, “Bet you can’t guess what this is, Briella Darling.”
I don’t get off Jude’s lap, but I stretch out my arms, eager to see the new cane. I practically rip the paper off with claws and teeth.
“Oh, Seth, it’s beautiful!”
The cane is every bit as perfect as the last—sleek and black this time, with silver chains and intricate flowers spiraling up its length like creeping vines.
Only one change: near the top, just beneath the chess piece handle, a new flower—a small lily of the valley symbolizing hope, renewal, and new life.
It feels like it. This whole place, everything, all of us, we’re surrounded by new life.
“Thank you.” I hug him with the cane still in my hand, but I’m too tired to get off Jude. “Is this what you’ve been working on all those long nights in the woodshop?”
He shakes his head. “This one didn’t take me long. But I have something else for you.”
“You all have utterly ruined me for any other holidays, you know that, right?” I glance at all of them with my big, goofy, glazy grin.
“I’ll ruin ye more with these beauties,” Rory announces, sweeping into the room with a tray of cupcakes.
But the second I try to steal one, he pulls it to one side and clicks his tongue.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such an impatient woman. These are to celebrate. But Seth’s other gift first.” He winks and lowers the tray to the coffee table.
“Fine,” I pout a little but smile at Seth, who excuses himself, heading for the hall and opening the closet door.
Raphael approaches me, and there’s this…I don’t know how to describe it.
With the firelight and shadows, his eyes remind me of twin soul flames. Like something ancient just woke up and recognized me again. It’s not surprise in his expression. It’s knowing. Possession. His gaze drips with it, wrapping around my ribs and squeezing my heart.
What’s going on?