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VALENTINE

An On Dublin Street Novella

 

 

By

 

Samantha Young

Copyright © 2015 Samantha Young

Smashwords Edition

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Jocelyn and Braden

Braden threw back the rest of his coffee. “I need to go.”

“You haven’t even had breakfast yet.” I frowned at the scrambled eggs and toast I’d made him.

“I’m sorry, babe, I’m late for this meeting.” He put his mug in the sink, leaned down to brush my lips with his and then rounded our kitchen island to kiss Luke and Beth on their foreheads. “See you all tonight.”

“Bye Dad!” they yelled after him as he hurried out of the kitchen. Luke immediately eyed the scrambled eggs Braden had left.

“Are you kidding me?” I snorted. My six year old had just eaten cereal, two slices of buttered toast and a handful of raisins for his breakfast. “Where do you put it?” I scraped most of the scrambled egg onto my plate but gave him the rest.

Luke frowned at the disproportionate portioning. “How come you got more?”

“Because she’s got a baby in her belly, silly,” Beth said with a superiority she liked to lord over her brother whenever she could. If she weren’t also incredibly overprotective of him and willing to play with him despite their three-year age gap, and not to mention charmingly adorable, I’d call my eldest an unbearable smartass.

That’s just what happened when two smartasses procreated I guess.

“Don’t call your brother silly,” I reminded her.

Beth sighed heavily, like she was ninety instead of nine. “Sorry. I’m just cranky because of this Valentine’s Day stuff at school.”

She also talked like she was ninety. That’s where the charmingly adorable part came into play. “What Valentine’s Day stuff?”

“We have to make a card for someone today and then give it to them.”

I bit back my laughter. “Well, baby, that’s what you do when you make a card for someone. You give it to them.”

“I don’t have to make a card,” Luke said with a mouthful of scrambled egg.

“Remember talking rule number five.”

He swallowed and grinned at me. “No talking to people dressed as Santa when it’s not December because it’s not really him because he’s in the Northern Pole and it’s a stranger portending to be Santa.”

“The North Pole,” Beth corrected him. “Pretending. And that’s rule number seven.”

I wrinkled my nose at my daughter. “You are cranky today, Miss Wite-Out.” I turned back to Luke. “Rule number five is no talking with your mouth full.”

He stuck his thumb up as he chewed, letting me know he got it.

“Back to you.” I leaned across the island and tucked Beth’s soft hair behind her little ear. “What’s the problem with the card thing?”

She shrugged. “What if I make a card for Aaron and he doesn’t make his for me?”

Aaron was this adorable kid a full head shorter than my kid who followed her around like a puppy dog and had done for the last year. They were ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’.

“I’m one hundred percent positive that Aaron will make his card for you, and it would be sad if he made a card for you and you didn’t for him. He’d be really upset.”

Beth stared at me, processing this like it had world importance, which we all knew at that age it kind of actually did. “Okay. Better feeling silly than hurting his feelings I s’pose.”

And another reason I adored my kid.

“Beth, you know you don’t have to make a Valentine’s Day card for anyone if you don’t want to, right?”

She nodded. “I want to.”

“Okay.” I looked at Luke who’d finished his scrambled egg and was now sitting with his head propped on his hand, his eyes half shut. “Oi, Narcoleptic Cool Hand Luke, let’s get you to school before we lose you to the land of nod.”

His eyes didn’t open all the way.

Beth grinned at me and leaned into her brother. She planted a big smack of a kiss on his cheek.

“Blech!” He jumped awake, rubbing at his cheek.

I almost peed my pants laughing at the comical, exaggerated expression of disgust on his face.

 “I’m telling Dad when he gets home!” with that he jumped off his stool to go get his school bag.

As I walked around the island I held my hand out to Beth and she gave me a high five.

“So is it true Will, Bray, Sophia and Jarrod are staying tonight?” she said as we followed Luke out of the kitchen and into the hall.

We set about putting on our boots and coats. “Not for the whole night. But for most of it, yes. You okay with that?”

“I am!” Luke shouted, grinning.

He would be. Ellie’s son Will was only a year younger than him and the two of them were best buds. “Shocker.” I winked at him and he giggled.

“It’s fine.” Beth grumbled as we stepped outside and I locked up. “As long as I don’t get left with the babies.”

“Yeah.” I just stopped myself from rolling my eyes. “Because it would be responsible of me to leave my nine year old to look after a six month old.”

“I could do it,” she said, contrary. “I just don’t want to.”

“You are so my child,” I muttered as we headed to our Range Rover. We bought a car and a parking permit when I was pregnant with Beth. It was just one thing that had changed as Braden and I became parents. We could no longer rely on public transportation to get us around the city. It was too inconvenient when you had kids and most of our friends had discovered the same thing as we all grew into parenthood.

“I’ll help with Jarrod though,” Beth said as I pulled away and started driving down Dublin Street toward their primary school.

“And why Jarrod and not Bray and Sophia?”

“Because they’re toddlers now. They can handle life themselves. Jarrod’s just a wee baby.”

I grinned at her reasoning but decided not to correct her. “Okay, then we have a deal. You’ll help out with Jarrod tonight.”

“Yeah, but only until my bedtime.”

“Gotcha. But you know Jarrod’s bedtime is before yours.”

I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw her frown. “Does that mean I’m looking after him until his bedtime then?”

“Nappies and all.”

“Ugh.” She stuck out her tongue like a frog. “No thanks. I’ll take Sophia.”

“I thought you might say that. But it’s okay.” I gave her a quick grin. “We’ll just give Nappy Jarrod to your dad.”

They giggled at my conniving and nodded in agreement.

***

No matter how many times I stared into the mirror there was no way to change the image reflected back at me.

I grimaced.

It was probably just as well that it was my and Braden’s turn to babysit this Valentine’s Day. It was hard to feel sexy when I was six months pregnant.

“Little Ellie.” I patted my stomach, talking to my unborn daughter, something I did a lot. “You’re killing my mojo and all my best moves. Bad timing little fetus, bad timing.” It was possible I was a little inappropriate with the sharing sometimes, but I was counting on the kid not remembering any of our one-sided conversations during her time in my womb.

“What’s bad timing?” Braden sauntered out of our bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips. He’d just returned from the gym.

I immediately felt a tingling between my legs. My eyes hungrily followed a drop of water as it trickled down his abs.

And that was another drawback of being six months pregnant. I was freaking horny all the freaking time and yet I wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable enough to just jump Braden like I’d normally do.

That didn’t mean we didn’t have sex.

Because we did.

A lot.

My being pregnant did not turn off my husband. In fact it seemed to flip as much of a horny teenager switch in him as it did me. He got all caveman and possessive. In fact he might as well have worn a T-shirt with the words “Me Man. Me Put Seed In My Woman’s Belly. My Woman. Mine!” on it.

“Being pregnant on Valentine’s Day.” I bit my lip so I didn’t sigh in pleasure as he unwrapped the towel to give his naked body one last rub down before dressing.

I swear a little bit of drool dribbled down my chin as I fixated on his ass. He had a gorgeous ass. I loved grabbing it while he pounded into me. I shivered, lust fogged.

His naked ass disappeared inside his suit trousers and I pouted.

“Why is that an issue?” Braden turned around and I quickly lifted my eyes to his face. I was a little too late though and he smirked, having deduced I’d been ogling.

“You’re my husband.” I refused to be embarrassed for drooling over him. “I can objectify you if I want to.”

He snorted as he pulled on his shirt. “Why is being pregnant on Valentine’s Day an issue?” he repeated.

“Because I can’t wear sexy lingerie and heels and we can’t have rough, hard sex against a wall. You know… typical Valentine’s Day stuff.”

He finished buttoning his shirt and walked leisurely over to me, sliding his hands around my rounded stomach and drawing me as close to him as baby bump Ellie would allow. “You can still wear sexy lingerie and we can have slow, hot sex with you on your knees or faster, hotter sex with you riding me.”

“After we babysit.”

“All that time we could be having sex, and you made us stick to our babysitting promise.”

I glowered at him. “Believe me, the queen of pregnancy hormones agrees, but last year Ellie and Adam looked after Beth and Luke so it’s only fair we take a turn.”

He nodded reluctantly. “You’re right.” He kissed my nose and released me to finish getting dressed for a night of babysitting fun. “A quiet night in then.”

“Yup.” I made a face and rubbed my hands over my stomach. “You better be ten million times funnier than your brother and sister, and that’s asking a lot because they’re pretty darn funny.” I opened our bedroom door to go in search of said siblings. “Although we won’t tell them that because they get their ego from their daddy.”

“I heard that,” Braden called out to me as I wandered down the stairs to the second floor.

“You were meant to,” I muttered.

“I heard that too!”

I bugged my eyes out at my stomach as if Little Ellie could see me. “Jeez Louise, he has radar ears.”

***

Braden stood with his hands on his hips, surveying our large double sitting room. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

Three down, three to go.

Somehow, against all odds, we got Jarrod, Sophia and Bray sleeping in the nursery next to our bedroom on the top floor of the house. We had the main nursery on the second floor that was all ready for Little Ellie arriving, but Braden was determined to tire our remaining three kids out and didn’t want to wake up the younger kids while we did it.

He had a baby monitor tucked in his back pocket so he’d know if they needed us.

“How about a game of hide and seek?”

“Yes!” Will and Luke nodded excitedly.

Beth eyed us skeptically but it was that kind of ‘I really should act like I’m older and above it but I want to play’ skepticism.

“It’s me and Dad against you lot,” I said to her. “You can be their team leader.”

“No fair!” Luke crossed his arms in a huff.

“She’s older,” Braden said. “When Little Ellie comes along you’ll be older than her and therefore her team leader in games of hide and seek. It’s just how it works.”

Luke screwed up his face as he thought about it and clearly decided it made sense because he nodded. “Okay.”

“Now the wee ones are sleeping,” Braden reminded them, “So no squealing or shouting or waking them up. You’re sticking to the ground floor and the basement. The first and second floors are off limits to you three.”

The kids nodded, their little expressions so serious I couldn’t help but grin.

“Mum and I are hiding. You lot are seeking.”

“We’ll find you in under five minutes,” Beth boasted.

“You wanna bet on that?” I said.

She narrowed her eyes on me. “What’s the bet?”

“If I win I get foot rubs for the next four weeks. If you win I clean your room for you for the next four weeks.”

Beth’s eyes lit up. “We’re so winning this!”

Braden grinned at her confidence. “Right. Your mum and I have sixty seconds to find a place to hide.”

Beth played with her digital watch. “Okay… starting… Now.”

I grabbed Braden’s hand and we dived out into the hall. “Which way?” I whispered.

In answer he dragged me to the very back of the house to what used to be the servant’s staircase. When he started to go up them I tugged on his hand. “That’s totally cheating,” I hissed. “First and second floor are off limits.”

“I said they were off limits to them.” He winked.

I grinned. “You sneaky bastard.” I pushed him playfully and tried to swallow my giggles as I hurried quietly up the back staircase after him.

His large hand curled around my wrist and he gently tugged me along the hallway of the first floor, into the dark of our main guestroom and inside the bathroom. He locked the door behind us and lowered himself to the floor, positioning me on the floor between his legs, my back to his chest.

“Are we just going to sit here in the dark?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” his voice rumbled with amusement.

“For how long? We’re supposed to be parenting.”

“And we will. I just wanted a minute alone with you.” He caressed my bump and put his chin on my shoulder. “How’s our wee one doing?”

“She’s quiet today. Only a few kicks. And I think those were to tell me to turn off The Killers. I fear our youngest will have shit taste in music.”

Braden chuckled and kissed my neck. “There are worse things in the world.” He slid a hand up my bump to cup my right breast, his thumb circling my nipple.

My body immediately responded, my breasts particularly sensitive right now, and my nipples tightened against my bra. “Like my husband tormenting me,” I gasped, trying to shimmy away from his touch. “Stop.”

In answer he kissed my neck again and his other hand cupped my left breast. He kneaded them and pleasure pain shot through me. I arched my back into his touch, leaning my head against his shoulder.

“It’s not right,” I breathed as he massaged them. “You’re getting me all hot and bothered when we don’t have time to do anything about it.”

His teeth grazed my ear and I became aware of his erection digging into my lower back. “How hot and bothered?” he asked, his voice gruff.

I turned my head to look up at his shadowed face. I was frustrated. Beyond frustrated. “’You’d slide right into me with ease’ hot and bothered.”

Braden groaned at the blatantly sexual imagery I created to make him as frustrated as I felt. “This was a bad idea.”

“You started it.” I grumbled, grabbing his hands to remove them from my breasts. “We better check on the kids.”

“I need a minute.”

I reached behind me and pressed my hand against his hard on. “Hmm, so you do.”

“Jocelyn,” he warned, removing my hand.

“Not so funny is it when the shoe is on the other foot?” I pulled away from him and he immediately jerked me back into him, nuzzling my neck.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he promised.

***

“You’re seriously not going to kiss me goodnight?” I frowned at Beth as I sat on her bed.

It was a few hours later, Ellie and Adam and Marco and Hannah had picked up their kids, and Braden and I had put Luke to bed. Beth finally followed an hour later.

It was nine o’ clock at night and as much as I adored the heck out of her, I was ready for my kid to go to sleep.

I did, however, want a kiss first.

But apparently Beth didn’t take too kindly to Braden’s little trick.

“Will you give me a kiss if I tell you that you don’t need to give me foot rubs after all?”

Finally she turned her head on the pillow to look at me. “It would only be fair since you cheated.”

“Technically your dad cheated.”

“Hey,” he said coming into the room. “I didn’t cheat.”

Beth pouted. “It was almost like cheating.”

I tickled her belly. “You’re just mad because you didn’t come up with it first.”

She giggled despite herself and I knew we were forgiven.

I leaned down for a kiss and a hug, holding her for a minute longer than usual as she wrapped her little arms around my neck. “Night, baby,” I whispered.

“Night, Momma,” she said.

I got up and let Braden kiss her goodnight. The two of us stood in her doorway for a second, watching her pull her duvet right up to her ear as she turned onto her side, getting comfy. I switched off her light and we closed the door behind us.

I looked up at Braden and shivered at the heat in his eyes.

“I’ll lock up,” he said, his voice low. “You go upstairs and wait for me.”

My skin flushed with excitement. I grinned in anticipation. “We’re having an early night?”

“A long night,” he corrected, leaning down to kiss me softly. “You’re going to be fucking exhausted by the time I’m done with you.”

“Yay.” I grinned back and he chuckled.

While Braden went downstairs to lock up the house, I went upstairs to get changed into a nighty that my husband bought me after I told him I was pregnant. It was a silk nighty in ice blue and it covered my bump but was really low cut and snug around my boobs. My boobs were usually a very decent handful and were now more so and very tender.

I shouldn’t complain too much about my pregnancy figure. I was lucky enough just to have my boobs and belly swell. Every other part of me stayed the same. In fact, Ellie Senior told me rather enviously that from the back you couldn’t even tell I was pregnant.

Ellie would be envious of that since she swelled up everywhere—face, fingers, feet and all.

Ellie Jnr wasn’t too big of a bump, I thought, smoothing the silk over my stomach. Luke had definitely been bigger.

“Sexy lingerie, check,” Braden said, smiling at me as he stepped into our bedroom and closed the door.

One of the best things about our Georgian townhouse? Being a whole floor away from our kids so we could have adult husband and wife time without them overhearing us.

I pointed to my bare feet. “No heels, though, sorry.”

He whipped off his sweater and threw it across the room as he walked toward me. “We didn’t even need the nighty, believe me.”

My eyes locked with his as he tugged me toward him. “You have good taste in lingerie though,” I murmured, my breathing quickening.

He slid his hands down my back and I felt my nipples pebble. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

“Yeah?” I ran my hands up his arms. “Then can we move it along? Because I would very much like an orgasm.”

Braden’s eyes narrowed at my unromantic demand and he started walking, moving me backward toward the bed. “I was going to make love to you but if you just want to get straight to the point that’s your call.”

“Really?” I said, my heart pounding with excitement. “I promise you can make love to me after.”

My husband closed his eyes, a smile kicking up the corner of his mouth as he shook his head. “Almost twelve years of marriage and she’s still unlike any woman I’ve ever known.”

“She’s still in the room.” I got up on the bed and when he opened his eyes I grinned at him. “I’m ready.”

He smirked. “You look like a kid at Christmas.”

My gaze dropped to his straining zipper. “And I know which present I want to open first.”

Braden burst out laughing and reached out to wrap his hand around my ankle. Gently he pulled me down the bed toward him. I leaned back on my hands and tilted my head back, as his mouth descended toward mine.

My lips tingled at the brush of his mouth against mine.

One brush.

Two.

Teasing

A whisper.

“Braden,” I pleaded softly.

“Do you love me, Jocelyn?” he murmured in my ear, and goosebumps awakened at the back of my ear and all the way down my neck and spine.

A long time ago that question would have sent me scurrying from the room. I remembered that fear, those feelings, but they felt somehow separate from me… like I remembered them as though they were felt by a very good friend of mine—as though it all happened to a very good friend of mine—rather than to me.

I turned my cheek, caressing my face against his, feeling the slight prickle of stubble on his cheeks. “No one could love you more, baby.”

At that he groaned and gripped the nape of my neck in his hand, holding me to him as he kissed me hungrily, desperately. I clung to his waist, straining for more, always more.

I pulled back and reached up to cup his face in my hands.

Staring into his eyes, eyes that were now as familiar as my own, I felt a huge rush of emotion overwhelm me. I knew it was my hormones. I swear I was at my mushiest when I was pregnant. I think that was another reason Braden liked me knocked up.

“Do you still feel the way you felt about me when we first got together?”

He stared at me, his eyes searching mine. “No,” he said quietly, as though it was obvious, and my breath caught. “I feel more.” He took my hand in his, sliding his fingers through mine. “You’re a part of me now in a way you weren’t when we first fell in love. It was just a connection then. A hot, exciting, sexy as fuck connection.” He grinned at me, the memories dancing in his eyes. “Now it’s a full blown fusion. A hot, deep, sexy as fuck fusion. If something had happened back then… if it hadn’t worked out… it would have floored me but I would have eventually gotten back up and started living again. Life would have been emptier but I would have gotten on with it.

“Now.” He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. “Losing you would be like losing myself.” His eyes opened, burning bright, so close to mine. “It doesn’t bear thinking about.”

Tears welled up in my eyes (pregnancy hormones and sweet husband did not a dry-eyed Jocelyn make) and I kissed him softly. “I want you inside me now, however way you want to give it to me,” I said, my husky voice even huskier with emotion. “Making love or slam bam thank you ma’am.”

His laughter tickled my lips and he kissed me harder as he slowly slid my nightdress up my body. He broke away from me so he could lift it over my head and throw it aside as he had done with his sweater. His eyes darkened and his chest was rising and falling in quick breaths. “On your knees, babe,” he said softly as he caressed my cheek with the pad of thumb.

I shivered in anticipation and turned around, steadying myself on my hands and knees. I felt incredibly exposed, but not in a vulnerable way. Never with my husband.

The sound of his zipper filled the room and I felt my arms shake as need rolled through my body. The rustling of clothing told me he was divesting himself of his jeans and underwear.

I glanced over my shoulder, my thighs quivering at the sight of my gorgeous husband and his beautiful cock. My fingers curled into the duvet underneath me and heat rushed through me as he got up onto the bed on his knees too and grasped my hips in his hands.

One of his hands disappeared between my spread legs and I sank into him with a moan as he pushed two fingers inside of me.

Braden’s groan reverberated around the room. “Wet doesn’t even cover it.”

“I told you,” I panted, my head falling forward as he toyed with me. “I’m horny as hell.”

He chuckled and his fingers disappeared. “My wife. Ever the romantic.”

The heat of his cock nudged between my legs and I whimpered. “Yes.”

Without further ado Braden pushed inside of me and the wonderful feeling of being filled took my overly aroused body straight to the clifftop.

“I’m close,” I panted in disbelief.

Braden’s grip tightened on my hips as he rocked into me. “Just let it happen. I’ll take you there as many times as you want.”

“Oh God.” I pulled at the fabric I’d curled into my hands as I pushed back into Braden’s gentle thrusts. “God, Braden… Braden… Oh God… yes… yes!” My back bowed as I came, my inner muscles rippling and tugging around Braden’s cock.

“Fuck,” he grunted as it continued. “Fuck!” When he said the word ‘fuck’ he thrust a little deeper, faster into me.

I steadied my body against its desire to go languid and loose in the aftermath of my orgasm and as Braden pumped into me I felt the tension start to build again.

His fingers bit into my hips. “One more time.” He slid his hands up my spine and around my chest, cupping my breasts in his hands. Gently, he applied pressure, and I eased up off my hands until my back was pressed to his chest.

I gasped at how deep he slid inside me, and reached out behind me for him, resting my hands on his hips for balance.

He pinched my nipples and I cried out, my head falling back on his shoulder. And then he started to move again and I caught his rhythm, pushing up off his cock and sliding back down it again.

My pace quickened but it was jerky with need and Braden bit out an aroused, impatient curse. He eased me back onto my hands again, clearly needing to control our pace.

I cried out as he thrust into me. “Yes!”

He grunted, satisfied, in response to my euphoria. Sex lately was nowhere near as desperate and hard as we’d had it in the past—Braden was always gentler with me while I was pregnant—but it was one hundred percent absolutely amazing.

Pushing me toward the clifftop again, my body tensed when I reached the precipice. Braden slid inside me once more and just like that I fell over, another deep, long climax washing over me.

I felt Braden pump into me a few more times and then his grip tightened on my hips, his own stilled against mine and he let out a guttural cry of my name.

After a few seconds he pulled out of me, allowing me to turn around and flop onto my back.

Braden lay down beside me, sliding an arm over our bump and cuddling into me.

We lay there for a moment just listening to each other try to catch our breaths.

Finally I turned my head and looked into his eyes.

“I love you,” he said, the words so easy, so natural.

“I love you too.”

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Jocelyn.”

I frowned. “Is it over?”

Braden grinned. “No. We’re just taking a break.”

Relief moved through me. “Good. I’m not done being all lustful and needy.”

“That’s good to know, but I’m not a god, babe. I need time to recharge these days.”

I shook with laughter. “I can’t believe you just admitted you’re not a god.”

“Don’t tell anyone.” He buried closer to me, closing his eyes for a moment.

He’d had a long day.

“We can just go to sleep if you want?” I would be disappointed but I’d live with it.

His eyes popped open. “I said I’m not a god, not that I’m ancient. I’m spending the rest of the night having sex with you, alright.”

I bit my lip, trying to stifle my laughter and failing. “No need to get uppity.” I slid my hand down his stomach and over his semi-erection. “Or do.”

His lips twitched at my innuendo. “Keep doing that and this show will be back on the road very soon.”

“That’s the plan.” I wrapped my hand around him and began stroking him.

The color started to rise in his cheeks. “Babe,” he groaned.

I brushed my lips over his. “Happy Valentine’s Day number twelve, Braden.”

He kissed me back and whispered, “Here’s to the next sixty.”