Chapter 1
After submitting my latest reverse harem vampire manuscript, I needed a break, at least a week of relaxation, with no deadlines, no nagging editors, nothing that wasn’t about me.
My initial plan was to treat myself to my favorite wellness spa for a start, but it was fully booked for Valentine’s Day.
Figures. Instead, I’ve been nude sunbathing in my backyard.
The warmth on my skin is a balm to my senses, and I feel my creative energy recharging.
I’m content and drowsy as Lucas returns from work, striding onto the deck. The grogginess fades as my pulse quickens with anticipation. Yay, he’s home. His voice rings out clearly.
“Hi baby. You’re a sexy sight to come home to.”
I squint against the bright sun and stare at him, feeling my cheeks flush as his words linger in the air. Ms. Kitty buzzes from his appreciative smile.
Yes, yes, I know. It may be silly, but I call my shaved pussy Ms. Kitty.
She’s been responsible for enough of my wildest misadventures.
I figure she’s earned her own name. Of course, it comes in handy to blame her when we’re late to something because I seduced Lucas into bed.
“No, it’s not my fault, it was all Ms. Kitty. I swear!”
Our acquaintances think we have a demanding cat. Our close friends? They just smile.
Lucas is dressed in his typical work clothes: slacks and a button-down dress shirt. He undoes the cuffs of his sleeves. My stomach gives a soft growl from hunger, reminding me I forgot lunch. We always end up in bed on Valentine’s Day, whether early or late, but I need food before he fucks me.
I question him. “Did you bring dinner home with you?”
He stops in his tracks, surprised. “Uh, no... I didn’t know I was supposed to.”
Oh, this man. Amirite? I mean, a smart husband would have thought about bringing home food on Valentine’s Day, but we’ve been busy and time creeped up on us. I didn’t even know it was Valentine’s until this morning and I saw the date on my phone. The days blur together when you work from home.
A small part of me is hurt that he’s treating this like any normal day. Just because I forgot doesn’t mean it’s okay for him to forget as well. But I’m determined to not spoil the night.
I want my Valentine’s Day sex, dammit.
“Oh, I didn’t say anything.” I roll onto my side and prop myself up on an elbow.
I want to drive him crazy, so without taking my eyes from his, I run my fingertips along the curves of my hip and stomach, lightly grazing the skin with soft swirls.
My fingertips linger on my hip, and I give him my best sultry voice.
“You were supposed to read my mind. I’m on vacation, remember? People on vacation don’t cook.”
He says nothing, but I can feel his eyes on me, burning with desire. I didn’t exactly plan to be naked when he got home, but I know how to make the most of a situation. I’ve played this game for years now.
Rising from the lounge chair, I let my long, blonde hair cascade down my back before standing and stretching languidly.
He doesn’t reply, but he’s staring at me with a lusty gaze.
Despite only being five feet tall without heels, I’ve been blessed with curves in all the right places, especially my chest. My breasts are my not-so-secret weapon when it comes to Lucas.
If I can’t get him to make an order for delivery within minutes, then I’ll be surprised. Very surprised.
I seductively blow him a kiss. “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of it. Ms. Kitty had her heart set on teriyaki chicken, but I’m sure she’ll love something else. She’ll get over the disappointment eventually... probably tomorrow.”
He yanks out his phone, his fingers already heading to the familiar app. “Does Ms. Kitty want the usual?”
I grin wickedly, inching closer to him. “Yes, order her favorite. I’m going to get dressed.”
I brush my lips softly against his before spinning away. He usually makes me work harder than this to get what I want. He must be in a good mood.
I slip into a pair of form-fitting cotton shorts and a tank top that hugs my breasts. My bare feet glide across the tile as I enter the kitchen to find Lucas pouring me a glass of white wine. I take the crystal glass from him and our fingers brush for a few seconds.
When I perch on a bar stool, our eyes meet in a knowing glance.
Lucas smiles, a hint of mischief playing on his lips.
We don’t have wine with dinner every night.
I want to joke with him he doesn’t need me drunk to get me into bed tonight; I’m as close to a sure thing as he’ll ever get.
He probably wants to make tonight seem special since it’s Valentine’s Day and he obviously forgot.
I giggle at him. “You know what I like. Teriyaki and wine.”
He winks at me before draining his first glass and promptly refilling it. Hey, he better slow down or else he won’t be any good for me later. I’m about to say something, but he distracts me.
“Baby, today is extra special.”
Yeah, no shit, it’s Valentine’s Day. I keep my thoughts to myself and I give him my best flirty smile.
“Every Valentine’s Day is special.”
He chuckles. “That’s not the only reason. I also took the next two days off work.”
“Oh?”
What’s this? I perk up, and Ms. Kitty throbs with delight. I love it when he has days off and I don’t need to be writing. Maybe we won’t even get out of bed for two days. We can order food and alternate watching movies and fucking like rabbits. It will be an extended Valentine’s Day celebration.
Lucas sets his glass on the counter. “I’ve been thinking about taking some time off. It’s been a stressful year. I deserve to relax.”
I nod. He does. He’s an actuary, and he makes good money, but most nights he complains about feeling mentally drained when he gets home from work.
Two whole days in bed with me should refresh him.
I’ll send him back to work with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. I’ll call it pussy relaxation therapy.
Wait, I guess I better make sure he doesn’t have any grand plans before I chain him to the bed. “What are you going to do with your time off?”
“That depends on you.” He moves around the counter, and I slowly turn on the chair to face him.
My open legs are an invitation and Lucas stands between them.
He towers over me, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
He leans down and takes my chin in his hand, brushing his lips against mine and whispers, “I met someone at the gym. I want you to fuck him.”
His voice sends a shiver down my spine. Now this is interesting. I pull back to see his facial expressions. “Who is it?”
He twirls some of my hair around his finger and plays with the silky strands. “His name is Brian.”
It’s rare for him to pick up someone he meets. Usually he finds guys who want to fuck me on some online forum. I like to joke it’s a rent-a-bull website. No money is exchanged; these guys all agree to fuck me after Lucas shares a picture with them.
“And what, dear husband, makes Brian someone you think I’d want to fuck?”
This is the game we play. I try to sound uninterested, while Ms. Kitty does hula hoops at the thought of being stuffed by a stranger. Usually the guy has something special about him that makes Lucas choose him: a huge package, tons of stamina, great at licking pussy, something.
He kisses me again and licks his way up my neck. “Brian is hot, has a nice cock, and is super friendly. I met him in the gym locker room the other day and we started talking. I bragged about you and showed him a picture.”
I interrupt him. “Which picture?”
His gaze glows with desire. “The one of you wearing the sexy Halloween bunny costume.”
Oh yeah, that’s a good one. “He liked the pic?”
Yeah, I’m totally fishing for compliments.
“He adored it, and then I told him about what happened in the haunted house.”
My eyebrows rise while my body flushes from desire. “You told a stranger at the gym that I fucked a dude in a haunted house?”
God, I’m so aroused. I love it when he tells people how slutty I am.
He nods. “Yeah. He thought it was great and told me I’m lucky to have such an adventurous wife.”
I take a sip of my wine. Uh-huh, he is lucky, but so am I. I’m damn grateful to have a husband who enjoys sharing me with other men without wanting to fuck around himself.
He takes another sip of his wine. “Anyway, after I told Brian about what happened at the comic con—“
I cut in again with a laugh. “Oh god, you told him I was a slut at the con also?”
My panties grow damp, knowing Lucas is spreading it around I’m a filthy whore and willing to open my legs for anyone he chooses. Lucas tells people on purpose because he knows how much it turns me on.
He sets his wineglass down and kisses me deeply. I moan against his mouth. Oh yeah, he’s soooo getting some tonight.
Lucas murmurs between kisses. “After I told him about the con...”
He trails his mouth down to my neck. A tingle of delight ripples through me as he sucks and bites gently before he continues. “He offered his services if I was ever looking for someone local.”
He must have really hit it off with Brian. I’ve fucked plenty of guys with big cocks, but it would be just like Lucas to give a friend a shot at me without being massive. Lucas is kind like that. Brian better give me a good orgasm, though.
“Mmm, so when am I fucking him?”
Lucas rubs my bottom lip with his thumb. “Well, the thing is, Brian likes to work in pairs.”
My eyes widen.
Um, two guys? No, I’ve got to be wrong. I shake my head to clear my confusion and laugh. “Shit, I almost thought you meant he was bringing a friend. You want to be in the room?”
The way we do it, Lucas hides in the office. He listens through the adjoining wall while I fuck in the spare room.
Lucas grins in response. “No, you had it right the first time. He’s bringing a friend, and I’m going to be listening in, like usual.”
My brain freezes for a moment. When it kicks back on, a splash of wetness leaks into my panties and my nipples harden painfully. “You’ve arranged for TWO guys to fuck me?”
I keep thinking Lucas can’t possibly surprise me, but he’s taken the cake with this one. I never considered he’d want two guys to fuck me in one night.
He slides his hand into mine and squeezes it. “Yes, Brian and Damien. Only if you want it, baby. They are free tonight. Do you want two men as a Valentine’s Day present?”
“Hell yes!” I answer quickly, and he chuckles.
“All right. Guess I should send out a text. Can you get the door when our food arrives?”
Shit, the food. My appetite evaporated when he mentioned two people were going to fuck me. Who needs food now? Oh wait, I need stamina.
“Sure, I got it.”
He presses a kiss against my forehead. “Thanks, baby. I’m going to change my clothes and send the message.”
My eyes glaze over as Lucas leaves the kitchen. What am I going to do with two guys? Hell, I’m going to have three cocks inside me tonight, since Lucas always fucks me afterwards.
Mmm... three cocks. Ms. Kitty buzzes her approval and I wiggle in my chair, trying to ease the growing ache. This Valentine’s Day is shaping up to be a good one.
I bet I get at least three orgasms tonight. That’s all I’m saying.