Brittan is downstairs making us breakfast, having snuck down and cooking while I was still asleep. Kingston and Zane are still passed out. Their plan is to spend the day down on the beach hitting on lonely hot chicks.
I just finished taking a quick shower and slipped on a t-shirt and some basketball shorts. While lacing up my sneakers, I can’t help but smile to myself as I think back to how I spent Valentine’s Day last year compared to how I plan on spending it today.
Last year on Valentine’s Day, I was busting my ass working at a guitar store in Chicago, waiting for our big break. I stopped by a florist to grab Kinsley flowers and then took her out to eat at her favorite restaurant. The whole day I was just going through the motions. I liked her, but I sure as hell didn’t love her. I had fun with her; she was great in bed, but there was never a moment where I thought if we broke up tomorrow I’d be devastated.
I think it’s because we both felt the same way. We were friends who were trying to force our friendship to be a relationship. Then to find out that she was sleeping with someone else the entire time hurt like hell, but I guess she did me a favor. We parted ways, and I left on the Rockers and Rebels summer tour with a few other indie bands.
All that led me to where I am right now. For the first time, I am actually putting thought into Valentine’s Day and wanting to make it a special day for Brittan.
This girl has me all tied up in fucking knots. I can’t stop thinking about her; no matter how hard I try. The last three nights with Brittan sleeping curled up in my arms have been the best nights of my life. Feeling her relax and sleep so peacefully has been the most amazing feeling ever; especially knowing it’s because of me.
I’ve lost count to how many nights I heard her crying herself to sleep on the tour bus. It took everything in me to keep my ass in my bed and not bust her damn door down. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into her bed, dry her tears and hold her until she fell asleep.
My goal, today, is to help Brittan forget about everything she’s dealing with and just enjoy herself. I talked with Roxie to get some ideas of things she loves to do, and I’m confident this Valentine’s Day will be a day she’ll never forget.
Since the first day we were together on her tour bus, I’ve been working on a song in my head. I plan on singing it to her tonight. I just hope that with everything I am doing she’ll slowly continue to open herself up to me.
Jogging down the stairs into Brittan’s kitchen, my face breaks out into a huge grin. She’s looking as gorgeous as ever, standing by the counter slicing oranges.
Her house is breathtaking with every wall that faces the ocean made of out glass. They open up, exposing her house to the warm sun and cool salty breeze of the Pacific Ocean.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Brittan.” I murmur against her lips as I press a kiss to her plump lips that taste of citrus. Leaning against the counter, I can’t take my eyes off of her as I pop a K-Cup into her Keurig.
Playfully slapping me on the butt, Brittan flashes me a sultry smile, “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Mr. Valentine.”
I normally hate my last name, but hearing it come out of her mouth; I suddenly love it.
“Good thing you made this big ass breakfast because today you’re going to need your energy.” I tell her forthright, as I add cream and sugar into my coffee and eye the counter full of food.
Laughing, Brittan rests her hand on her hip and purses her lips making me ache to kiss them again, “Don’t tell me you plan on keeping me locked upstairs in the bedroom all day, because that is not what a girl finds romantic on Valentine’s Day.”
I can’t help but shake my head and laugh at her sassiness. She’s a hot Latin spitfire. Add that red hair, and you got yourself one hot chick that can make your dick spring to life faster than you can say “morning wood”.
Adjusting myself in my basketball shorts, a ghost of a smile creeps over my lips. The thought of locking her up in her bedroom to fuck until we both collapse from exhaustion plays in my mind.
Brittan slaps my arm playfully knocking the erotic imagines from my mind, “Will you stop picturing us having sex!?! You’re such a perv.”
Smiling down at her, I snaked my arm around her waist and pull her to me, “You love my dirty mind! And you love when I imagine fucking you on every surface of your bedroom.”
I can’t help but get harder as I feel her shudder in my arms as my words hit those pretty little ears of hers.
“If you keep talking dirty like that I may just turn the tables on you, Jordon. It’ll be me locking you upstairs.”
I let out a deep chuckle and press my erection into her hip, “Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time, because then I’ll just have to keep talking dirty to you.”