Chapter 9
Valentine
Past
“Are you sure this is okay?” I looked out through the glass gazebo walls. I could see why Marcus' family chose to live in the woods. The Jacuzzi was out on a hill, overlooking the naked late fall trees. The light dusting of white snow made the view something out of a fairy tale.
“Trust me.” His deep voice was nothing, but confidence, as usual. Arsen's smile was dangerous in so many ways. Could I really trust him? I trusted him when I went to that party and that turned into a disaster.
I might not be able to trust him, but as I watched him strip off his jacket and shirt, I knew I'd never be able to resist him.
I'd only seen him shirtless once before, at the end of a game. That was from the top of the bleachers with everyone else. His tanned muscles made my heart skip a beat. Now topless, this close and just for me, my heart felt like it might explode!
“Famous last words.” The words slipped out barely audible, I was too mesmerized by him. I snapped my eyes back to the view, hoping he hadn't seen me drooling.
He slipped behind me to grab something from my bag. He was so close that I could smell his deodorant. “We're all alone, Val,” he whispered in my ear. “Relax for once in your life.”
Relax? Relax! Was he out of his mind? Did he know what he was doing to me? I played it down as much as I could, but my pulse was beating so loud that I was worried he could hear it through my bulky winter coat.
Ka-click Pop! The sound of a can being opened right behind my ear made me jump and have damn near have a heart attack. It was immediately followed by Arsen laughing his ass off.
“Oh, you prick!” I yelled and shoved him. Arsen slipped on the wet ground and fell into the hot tub. I uselessly reached out to him, but there wasn't anything I could do to help. He flopped in ungracefully. I immediately felt terrible. “Ohmygod, Arsen! Are you ok!”
Only his the arm, holding the beer stoically, remained out of the water. A moment later the rest of him emerged, he still had that pleased-with-himself smile plastered on his face. I shook my head, took off my jacket and crouched by the edge of the hot tub. Arsen was completely incorrigible.
He brushed the black matted hair from his eyes and looked at me, “So, we even?”
“Sure,” I chuckled at the sight of him soaking wet. He wore half naked and soaked really well. Did he ever look bad? “Isn't that water super hot?”
“Nah, I just turned it up,” he said, his piercing stare growing mischievous. “Hop in before you 'slip in' too.”
“No no—” I screamed, but I couldn't get away. His strong arms held me by the waist and I was pulled into the water, clothes and all. The water wasn't scalding like I feared, not that I would've noticed it much if it was. I landed semi-on top of him, our faces inches away from each other.
“You are such an asshole.” I couldn't even muster fake anger at him. This whole thing was totally crazy, but also kinda fun.
“I hate being even,” he shrugged. Beads of water ran down the side of his face and I wanted to do nothing more than lick them off.
“Arsen, all of my clothes are soaked!” Fortunately, it was just my clothes. My phone and everything else was in my jacket. My clothes were probably ruined, but it was nice to let go and just not care.
I suddenly realized I was sitting on Arsen's lap, my face began turning a shade redder. Then my thigh felt Arsen's cock growing, through his pants and my breath swallowed out. He was already so big and it didn't stop!
“They're gonna have to dry.” He gave me a look that said he knew I could feel it. “I guess you're just gonna have to take them off.”
Present.
This can't be real. It can't. Arsen kissing me? I'd dreamt about this moment since... Jesus, since the last time I was here. His stubble scratching my cheek and chin, setting it on fire. I pressed my lips into his, matching his intensity. It was like a dam bursting, I felt drunk. I wanted to feel his lips all over my body.
“This place. You did this on purpose.” I moaned the words out through hungry mashing of lips and tongues.
His hand slipped around my back and I knew what came next, but I didn't care. If anything I wanted it. I wanted that experience. I wanted to burn. He lifted me up and slowly lowered me into the not yet scalding water.
The memories, the heat and the strength in his hands alone brought me to the budding edge of ecstasy.
“I do everything on purpose, Val. Especially you.” He thrust me against the concrete edge and pulled my neck back, shock waves coursed through me
“But all the other girls, even in high school...” I weakly protested, my old insecurities surfacing.
“They were always you, every goddamn one.” The sound of his voice vibrated through my neck, all the way down to my pelvis, like his words walked down my stomach.
“You're a liar, Arsen. You're the big bad wolf.” They were pretty lies that melted me to the core, but lies nonetheless. They had to be, it was how Arsen made the other girls fawn over him. “The other girls were all so much prettier and more popular.”
I was the one that was obsessed, not him. Girls fell at Arsen's feet and he loved it.
“I fucked them because I was terrified of you, Val. I knew if I touched you, I'd be lost forever. When my father came home and we moved again, I wouldn't be able to handle not seeing you anymore” Arsen's submerged hand slid over the back of my dress and grabbed my ass roughly. “Every girl I brought home had your face in my mind.”
I'd met so many celebrities through my father over the years and the only person I'd ever touched myself thinking about was Arsen, he was that handsome and charming. Now to hear all of this, it was overwhelming.
“Tell me what you wanted.”
I've wanted this for so long, but...
Tell him? Out loud? Everything felt so taboo, he was my still stepbrother. I think that made it even hotter.
I was still a little buzzed from the alcohol, but I wasn't going to blame that. I did want him. I've wanted to feel his cock inside me for as long as I could remember. I felt the reigns on the life I've created, slip through my fingers. The word came out as a sigh, “Everything.”
Arsen stopped kissing my neck and collarbone. That signature look of mischief washed over him, and suddenly I was terrified. Did I just sign a contract with the devil?
Arsen said nothing, he just took a deep breath and plunged beneath the bubbling water. I was confused at first, then I felt my panties get ripped off, literally torn from my body. I gasped, it was the sexiest thing to ever happen to me.
He wasn't going to do what I thought he was, was he?
Arsen's tongue dove into my pussy, with reckless abandon. Waves of pleasure pulsed from my clit, the sensation was only heightened by where we were, who was going down on me and how he was doing it.
He carved circles into my clit then sucked it, I lurched forward several times on the cusp of coming. It was Arsen eating me out. It was like tumbling into your favorite book. It was impossible, but also everything that I secretly wanted to happen.
The real world faded away and everything finally made sense.
When his tongue pushed into my pussy and began to curl, that was it, I was finished. I climaxed immediately. I'd never felt anything more amazing in my life. I moaned his name over and over, not caring if he was right or not about us being truly alone.
A second later Arsen resurfaced, and we were both gasping for air.
“Even underwater, you taste as good as I thought you would.” He kissed me and I wondered if I'd taste myself on his tongue. That thought got me even hotter.
“You were down there so long.” My body was still quaking from the aftershocks.
“I couldn't think of a better way to die, than with the taste of your pussy in my mouth.” He said, and despite the heat, I shivered at hearing the filthy language. “Shit, are you crying?”
“No,” I lied. “It's just water.” I wiped my face. I'd just wanted this for so long. This was all too good, life didn't work like this. Everything I had now was because I put in the work for it. Regardless of who my father was, nothing was ever handed to me.
I heard a noise outside and braced expecting the paparazzi to descend on us like a SWAT team, but no one came.
Arsen pulled my hand from my eyes and thumbed away the tears. Water rivulets rolled from his thick eyebrows and sped into the raising corner of his grin. “That's just nature being nature. Stop being Valentine Dawson, just for tonight. No one is going to find us.”
“Godammit, Arsen. How do you do this to me?”
The thought of putting that person aside, taking a break from my life, thrilled me. I'd love to hit the snooze button on this whole superstar persona and just be that girl that Arsen pulled into the Jacuzzi so many years ago.
Then I remembered what happened after we got back to Arsen's house that afternoon, and I changed my mind. I would never want either of us to have to live through something like that ever again.
I shook off the old bad memories and enjoyed what was literally right in front of me.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Val?” The power in his voice shook me. It was irrefutable, like saying that the sun rises in the east. It just does. “You belong to me.”
And I belonged to Arsen.
I grabbed his cock through his boxers, smiling with a little bit of mischief of my own. “Then this belongs to me.”
Arsen flexed, making his hard shaft jump in my palm. I couldn't believe how thick it was, I could barely get my hand around it. I squeezed, slowly beginning to stroke him. His dark brown eyes shut for a moment and I knew I was doing it right. I needed to feel him inside of me, all of him.
Then my stupid phone went off. It was my father's ring tone. He never called me out of the blue, something must have happened. I had Arsen's hard, throbbing cock in my hand, and it felt like someone doused me with a pail of cold water.
My eyebrows upturned and I groaned at having to take the call.
“Don't you fucking dare.” Arsen growled, trapping my hand on his cock and squeezing it.
“I'm sorry. I have to.” I sighed, if it wasn't the paparazzi it was the next worse thing. I watched Arsen's head lull back with disappointment as I reached over for my purse. I spilled out the contents on a nearby chair and answered the phone. If responsibility was a train, then my father's ring tone was the incoming horn.
I just hoped I wasn't on the tracks when that train came speeding through.
“Hey, Dad. What's— Oh. Is—” I glanced over to Arsen, “Yes, of course he's with me. Thanks for letting me—.” The call was ended and for a moment I couldn't help but stare off into space as I worked out the words in my head.
“What did, old Ironsides have to say?”
I turned back to Arsen, my face twisted with worry. “There was another attack, your mom is in the hospital.”