A Valentine's Quest (The Valentine's Trilogy) Read online

  I'd bought a special set of high-end sheets earlier in the week for my deflowering, and one day while Gray was in class, I ran by the house and washed them so they were fresh. As I made the bed that morning, I smiled. The sheets were expensive…Egyptian cotton and all that happy shit. I'd dried them with dryer sheets, and they were as soft as anything.

  I made a run to the drug store to restock the lube we'd need because I knew him well enough to know he'd use it liberally, and I made damn sure we had enough for the plans I had for the night.

  I picked up a few candles during my shopping trip because we didn't have any at the apartment, and I wanted it to be a romantic setting when he took me the first time. I was nervous, but I wasn’t going to let it stop me. I wanted to feel Gray inside me, and I would be as insistent about it as he’d been when the tables were reversed.

  When my love gave me his virginity, it wasn't romantic at all and I regretted not preparing for the wonderful gift of his body, even if he said it was exactly as he’d wanted it to be. My gorgeous boyfriend demanded I make love to him for the first time on his birthday, and I hadn’t had the forethought to make it perfect because I hadn’t planned to make love to him that night.

  Hell, I wasn’t sure what I thought it should be, but I still felt bad about it because I didn’t have time to really create the dreamy atmosphere I’d seen in movies. I determined that when he took my cherry ass and topped for the first time, I wanted it to be romantic. He thought he was the girl? Hell, it was me all along, and it was time to show him.

  I filled the tub and took a long, warm soak, taking the time to shave some areas I'd never considered shaving in the past…my ass and taint. If things went the way I hoped, I wanted to offer a clean playing field, as my man always offered to me. I had no idea the area would be more sensitive after I finished than before I started. That might be enough incentive to perform the maintenance again.

  After I got out of the tub, I scrubbed it down in case Gray wanted us to have a soak together. He always enjoyed the times we soaked in the tub, saying it was great foreplay because we concentrated on only each other. While I'd trimmed and cleaned places I rarely ever touched, I thought about what I was doing, and it really was foreplay. It was like getting ready for a big event. And, really? Getting fucked by Gray for the first time was a big event.

  I went to the kitchen to check the wine I’d bought at the store to ensure it hadn't frozen while I was giving it a quick chill in the freezer. I removed the bottle to place it in the fridge for later before I glanced at the clock just as I heard a key in the door. It was exactly 2:15 in the afternoon, which meant Gray had come straight home from class. He was as eager for the night as me, and I smiled.

  "Derek?" I heard from the front door as I heard his keys jingle and his shoes land on the rug by the door as he slipped them off.

  I walked into the hallway, not hesitating to pin him against the wall as he was taking off his coat. "I don't like being home alone on a Saturday, Mr. Carson," I told him as I took off my robe and dropped to my knees.

  I'd secured my hair behind me so it didn't get in the way because I had plans for my man, starting with his cock in my mouth. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his knees before my mouth sucked in his cock, burying my nose in his short, trimmed, curls. The scent of him…amazing.

  I felt around for the robe and found the remote for the docking station, hitting it. I'd dialed up a sexy playlist I'd put together at work one day…if they ever audited my laptop at the station? I'd be fired.

  Janet Jackson started singing, and I decided to take my time sucking my man. He really didn't understand how much I worshiped him because, in reality, I was awful at showing my emotions. I believed it was because my mother had been the biggest influence on my life, growing up. Addy Valentine wasn't stone cold, really, but she wasn't warm and fuzzy, either.

  "Derek, baby, I'm about to come," Gray gasped as his fingers massaged my scalp, fucking my mouth more gently than I ever thought was possible. He wasn’t about to show me how he wanted it, but I needed him to let go for once. I didn’t want his gentle reserve. I wanted him wild and hungry for the pleasure I wanted to give him.

  I pulled back off him, looking into that sweet face. "I want you to come. I want to give you some relief right now, and then later, we can take our time," I explained as I sucked him back in my mouth.

  I used the techniques he'd used on me, and when he finally released in my mouth with a huge gasp and an “Oh, my fuck,” I swallowed every drop. Gray Carson was my true love, and I wanted every bit of him inside me as I could have. He'd taken a lot of me inside him and I was damn well going enjoy him returning the favor. When the night was over, there'd be no doubt between us…I was his as much as he was mine.

  Gray attempted to pull me up from the floor, so I stood and took him into my arms, happily. "Thank you, baby boy."

  He placed his hands on my face, pinning me with his gaze. "Derek, what's going on?"

  I smiled. "When you take me, I wanna make sure you last a long time. Now, let's eat a sandwich. I’m starving," I told him as I put on my robe.

  We went to the kitchen where we ate a late lunch, and after we finished, I took out the bottle of wine along with a couple of glasses. "Maybe you'd like to have a shower?" I suggested as he loaded the dishwasher, having scolded me for trying to help. I’d made us sandwiches and soup before he got home so we could fuel up. It was the cop in me. Be active…not re-active.

  Gray turned to me with a puzzled look on his face. "Derek, what's…is something wrong? You're sorta scaring me."

  I sighed. "Look, I'm trying to show you I'm not the dominant one in the relationship because that shit Josh and David said has been bothering the hell out of me. You own me, Gray. I want you to make love to me, and I was trying to pull off a romantic date, but apparently, I suck at it," I snapped as I put the glasses on the counter along with the wine.

  Gray, my beautiful boy, took my hand and held it to his chest over his heart. He looked into my eyes and smiled. "Thank you, Derek. You have no idea how much it means to me you’d even consider it. Take a deep breath, and let's go back to the bedroom. I'm going to lose my other cherry, as are you, and I want both of us to get everything we need."

  He then led me down the hallway to our bedroom, and when he saw the unlit candles I’d placed earlier, he grinned brightly. He went around the room with the wand lighter I’d left on our dresser, lighting them so the room had a soft glow.

  Gray then closed the blackout curtains we had on the bedroom windows before turning back the duvet and blankets on the bed. He took his time kissing me as he pushed off my robe and sucked on my nipples while he took off his jeans and bikini briefs…which were red, and I damn well wanted him to model those sexy things for me later.

  When we were both naked, he placed his index finger on my chest and pushed gently. "On the bed, my sexy man."

  I did exactly as he asked. "On my back or on my stomach?"

  Gray giggled for a second. "Derek, my love, this isn't necessary. I love you, and you love me. You don't have to do this submissive thing, okay? I want you to enjoy it as much as me. I don’t need the pressure, really. I’m already afraid I’m going to let you down," he stated as he sat down on the side of the bed next to me.

  I looked at that gorgeous boy, and I laughed. “There’s no way in hell, baby. You could never do anything to let me down,” I told him before I gently kissed his soft, full lips.

  He was right. I was putting too much pressure on both of us and that wasn’t going to help at all. We both needed to relax, and my obsessing over things wasn’t helping. I finally exhaled and started laughing, which caused Gray to laugh as well. I was making too much of a big deal about it, and we were both as nervous as virgins. I swept him into my arms and held him. "I'm sorry I fucked this up. I was trying to make it comfortable…"

  He interrupted with a smirk. "I know what you’re trying to do and there’s no need for it. You’re trying
to bottom, but Derek, baby, we both know you're not a bottom. I'll fuck you if you really want to try it, but I'm quite happy being the bottom to your top. You make my life so wonderful I can’t see you as a...I think the life we have together is grand.

  “You don't have to do something you're not comfortable with to prove how much you love me. I see it in everything you do for us, every day. I hear it in every word you say to me and feel it in every touch. Don’t worry that you have to do something like this to prove your love and respect for me. I know it in my soul."

  I swept him into my arms and held him tightly as I came to a decision. "Actually, Gray, I want you to fu…make love to me. You make some sounds when I make love to you, and if I'm missing something, I think you owe it to me to show me. Actually, I demand it, Mr. Carson."

  When I made that bold statement, I had no idea what I was in for, really. I didn’t have a clue how completely Gray Carson would love me. His tongue was a wonderful tool he used to tantalize my body everywhere it touched me…intimate parts of me which nearly had me flying off the bed…intimate parts of me I'd shaved just that day for the occasion.

  When he pushed inside me, I could feel his desire for me because his body was shaking as he tried to maintain his control until I was ready for him to move. He’d taken his time preparing me until I was nearly crazy to feel him…needing to feel him where I’d never felt him before that afternoon. He slowly took over my body and led me to new heights I’d never have reached on my own. I thought I could hear angels singing because the new vibrations coursing through my body? They were so fucking incredible, my mind shut down as the buzzing of my nerve endings overtook rational thought.

  "Please tell me you're not in pain," Gray gasped softly as he leaned forward and kissed me. He asked if I'd allow him to make love to me while I was on my back, and I happily complied. I had no idea how intense and soul-rattling it would feel looking into those stunning eyes.

  "Oh, baby, I'm fine. Move now," I demanded…and move he did.

  How in the hell my virgin lover had picked up a swivel in his hips to hit my prostate the first time out of the gate? That was a discussion for another day, but damn, he continued to hit it, and I was pushing back because being fucked by him felt more unbelievable than I'd ever imagined in my damn life.

  "I'm about to come, Gray," I gasped.

  He stopped his movements abruptly, looking deeply into my eyes when they shot open at the lack of stimulation he’d been providing. "Not yet, Derek. We’re just getting started, baby."

  He then placed his hands on my knees, pushing them toward my chest to give himself better access where I wanted him most. "I'm going to go a little faster, baby. If I hurt you, you better…" he began.

  I placed my hands atop his on my knees and lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. "Cut the goddamn commentary and fuck me," I demanded. And…he did…

  Three

  Gray

  I was honestly surprised by the amount of stamina I had to pound Derek for twenty minutes without blowing, but I was chalking it up to the exquisite blow job he'd given me when I got home from class that day.

  I slowed down a little, looking into his striking brown eyes. "Baby, I can't hold back anymore. I've been saying the alphabet backward in my head trying to hold off, but I'm at the end of my…"

  I reached down and took his gorgeous cock into my hand and began to massage it as I slowly swiveled my hips and pushed in hard. "Come with me," I gasped as I felt my balls pull up closer to my body and my cock began to throb harder.

  "Please, baby, come," I begged as I continued my pace, matching the thrusts of my hips with the motion of my hand.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Derek gasped as his cock began twitching before it exploded all over his chest while the pulsing of his ass milked me dry in return. I released his knee and slumped over his body, resting on his muscular chest.

  The mess between us didn't bother me. It wasn't a new thing really, but it was unusual I had my dick buried in Derek's ass as we sort of slid around together. I felt his fingers massaging my scalp as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings and smells and endorphins coursing through my body. The pleasure had been breathtaking. I really could have gone to sleep right there, but I didn't want our special time to be over. I lifted up and smiled at him. "I love you."

  I gently moved out of him and leaned forward, resting my hands on the mattress on either side of his beautiful head. I kissed him gently to solidify the words I'd just told him. Any doubts I had before we made love had vanished, and if I was the girl in the relationship as David and Josh had suggested? Eh, so be it!

  After a quick shower, where I took very good care of him, we settled against the headboard to watch television because it was only four in the afternoon. I turned to him with a smile. "Am I a stud or what?"

  Derek looked at the smug smile on my face and laughed loudly. After he calmed down, he pulled me closer and wrapped his long, strong arms around me, settling me on his chest as we caught the rest of the local evening news. He tilted up my face with a long, slender finger under my chin and smiled. "You, my little hottie, are quite the stud. We will definitely be doing that again, and look at me…had my cherry popped right along with yours," he told me as he kissed me gently on the lips.

  I giggled. "Look at us…neither of us have one virginal thing left about us," I told him.

  "Yeah that's probably not true, but how about how many firsts we've had together? I never swallowed before I met you, and well, you just made me your bitch," he teased.

  We both cracked up at that one. Derek Valentine was the furthest thing from being anyone's bitch, but I appreciated his joke. "Yes, baby, you're my bitch. Now, to change the subject, what's up with Cary? He was supposed to work today for that birthday party. Maddie said he called her this morning and told her he had an emergency out of town, and he'd call her when he got back. You saw Miss Caroline the other day, right? What's going on, Derek?"

  Derek leaned forward and pulled his hair over his left shoulder, removing the leather wrap holding it together while staring into my eyes. I knew whatever he was going to say wasn't going to be good.

  "I believe Cary had something to do with Andrew's death. I'm not saying he pulled the trigger, but based on the story he told you and the story Caroline told me, there's something not gelling, you know? It’s not syncing up for me. When Craig and I went to talk to her, she was happy to see us in the beginning, but when I started asking her questions about the deviations in their statements, she suddenly had another appointment.

  “She didn’t even bother to see us out, which doesn’t seem like her typical behavior. Let’s face it, she was raised in the old south with all the old-world, over-the-top manners, and leaving Craig and me to see ourselves out doesn’t fit the mold. I know there’s something there, Gray, and I hate to say this but I think it has everything to do with Cary and her suspicions regarding Drew’s death," Derek explained.

  I sat up and looked at him. "What do you think happened?" I asked.

  "I think the truth is somewhere in the middle of their conflicting statements, and now, with Cary gone off to God knows where? I'm not sure how we find out what really happened to Drew. It frustrates the fuck out of me." Derek glanced at the television, but I could tell he wasn't watching it. He was likely running through the facts in his head and trying to make the pieces fit together into a complete picture.

  I knew the detective inside him wasn't going to let it go, but we couldn't dwell on something out of our control or we’d go mad, I was sure. We had a life to live together, and I had to pray we'd have a little bit of time to live it quietly and happily before the next drama crossed our stage.

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  "Mom's looking forward to having you at the house for Thanksgiving, and we've been commanded to stay there, not at the cabin, this time," Derek told me on the way to Waco, him driving at a high rate of speed so I couldn't jump out of the car, I suspected.

  "You're a dick for not telling me this before we
left so I could have hidden in the closet," I told him. It was the Wednesday before the holiday, and he'd been able to swing it so he had the whole weekend off. We were staying in Waco until Saturday morning, as I'd been told, and I was not happy about the plans at all.

  He looked at me with that sexy grin he knew knocked me on my ass every time. "Just stop it. You and Addy Valentine got along just fine the last time we were there. By the way, you love me and you love my dick, so I'm going to take your dick comment as a big compliment. I’ll be there with you and I’ll protect you from the big, scary, Cherokee woman. It'll be fine."

  Fine? Well, I wasn't sure it would be fine. Last time I was around his family, it was my birthday and Derek had basically forced them to put together a birthday party for me. I knew Addy felt sorry for me because I didn't have a family of my own, and I wasn't sure it was a great basis for being accepted into his family. I was fucking scared to death about my second encounter with the Valentine family…namely, the matriarch.

  I took a deep breath. "Derek, I know this all seems silly to you for me to be so worried. In your mind, you’ve reasoned it out and they’ll all love me because you love me. To you, it’s perfectly logical they'll be happy with me being there for your family holiday, and I know you love me, but our relationship might not…"

  "Don't you dare," he began before he whipped into the same gas station where we'd stopped the last time we were on our way to Waco.

  "Don't I dare what?"

  "Please, God, don't back away from me. I love you, Gray Carson, and I can't let you go any more than I could cut out my own fucking heart. You're far too precious to me and if I lose you? I’ll be worthless for the rest of my life.

  “My mother's come a long way, I swear, and my dad was always right there with us. Don't pull away from me now," he pled. The tears in his eyes had me overwhelmed. I just wanted to prepare him for the possibility maybe Addy had changed her mind about us and might not think I was a great partner for him, but he seemed to take it a little harder than I'd anticipated.