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  Valentine

  KL Fast

  M.K. Moore

  Flirty Filth Publishing

  Valentine By KL Fast & M.K. Moore

  © KL Fast & M.K. Moore 2020 Flirty Filth Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

  Cover created by KL Fast

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  Contents

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books By KL Fast

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other books by MK Moore

  Dedicated to knowing what you want and going after it. Getting it is good too.

  Blurb

  Army vet Justin Glass knows what he wants in life and that comes in the form of Valentine Ratchford.

  She is his everything and doesn't even know it yet...

  Barely legal Valentine has had one thing and one thing only on her mind since she met him and now, she's going to get it.

  Are they prepared for the backlash of their forbidden romance or are they too far gone to even care?

  Buckle up, because Valentine's first time is going to be a doozy.

  1

  Justin Glass

  I should know better, but I don’t give a flying fuck what society or even my best friend, Watson, has to say about it. I've been waiting to claim my little Dove for the longest six months of my life and now I am about to claim what's mine.

  Remembering the first moment I saw her, I have to adjust myself. She was seventeen and way too young for me, but that didn’t stop my yearning for her. She was wearing a peach sundress that barely reached her pussy and white Keds. I hated that she wore that out in public. Immediately and irrationally jealous, I almost swallowed my damn tongue looking at her. I need to know if her short, pale blonde hair is as soft as it looks.

  Her mama had just married Watson at the courthouse in Fayetteville, North Carolina when she breezed in from the local high school. She was madder than a wet hen when she found out about the impromptu wedding. I wasn’t too happy either, seeing as they met in the bar only the night before, but looking at Val, I finally understood how he could fall so fucking fast.

  At that moment, our eyes connected and so did our souls, as crazy as it seems. I knew she was going to mine; it was just a matter of time. Time, as it turns out, was only six months until she was legal. Thank God. One hundred eighty-two and half days until I could make her mine. Four thousand three hundred eighty hours until she could be under me, taking my cock like I know she was meant to do. Her tiny frame under my much larger one would look so obscene, but I digress. I can think about her for hours and now isn’t the time for that.

  I have been at the fucking mall for hours looking for the perfect eighteenth birthday gift for my girl, but nothing seems good enough for her. Really struggling, I pass a jewelry store before turning my happy ass right back around and going inside. Getting ahead of myself, I purchase a modest engagement ring for her. It’s a solitaire diamond in a platinum setting. Gorgeous just like my little Valentine.

  When my granddaddy died, he left me with a nice nest egg and sprawling mansion outside city limits. Despite this, I am not flush with cash as I've been updating the house into a palace fit for my queen. I know that I can make her happy. Watson and I started a thriving construction company. We handle any job from building new homes to renovating large estates. We have plenty of clients to keep us busy. We also have plenty of workers to help us when our workload gets too demanding.

  At thirty-six, I know better than to put the cart before the horse, but every single conversation I’ve had with Val has given me hope. I eat dinner with them two, three times a week and I’ve kept a semi-respectable distance, but I am done waiting. I wait while the store clerk charges my debit card. With the ring tucked safely in my pocket, I walk out of the store whistling. Not having been with a woman in years, I am looking forward to her in more ways than one.

  As I sit in my car in the parking lot of the mall, I feel the darkness creep in. One of the reasons that I love working in construction. I don’t have to deal with too many people on a daily basis. Ten years ago, I was diagnosed with PTSD. Twice a week, but sometimes more as needed, I see a therapist who helps me, but even I know that isn’t enough.

  Having grown up in nearby Lumberton, I know the area pretty well and was glad to be stationed here. Watson and I have been best friends since the first day of kindergarten. Lumberton Elementary had a lot of little wannabe thugs in the early nineties and I saved him from getting his ass beat on the playground. Man, recess was brutal back then but from that day forward we did everything together right up to turning down football scholarships and joining the Army together. We’ve made it through three tours of Iraq and a random tour in Africa. Now retired, we've taken the skills we learned and turned it into a thriving career. I know I should feel some type of way about taking his stepdaughter for myself, but I don’t. Two weeks ago, Eliana, Val’s mama, told us she was pregnant and that she and Watson were going on a Valentine’s Day weekend trip to Savannah. Now, Val is old enough to look after herself, but they pulled me aside and asked me to be available in case she needs me… What about me needing her? I consider this the perfect opportunity to tell her how it’s going to be.

  There is no way I can be without her, so all my prayers are focused on her wanting me back. I won’t accept anything else.

  When I get to Watson’s place, neither his nor Eliana’s car is there, but Val’s little blue Prius is. Pulling in the driveway, I park behind her. Getting out of the car, I make my way to the back door. The detached garage is behind the house. As always, I open it and walk in without knocking. I am surprised to see Val bent over the dryer wearing only a pair of lacy white panties. Her plump ass is right in my face. With the patience of a saint, I stand rooted to the spot. She pulls a garment out of the dryer and throws it over her head. She hasn’t heard me yet, so I make a show of shutting the door loudly. She gasps and turns around, hand clutching her heart. I smile at her which she returns.

  “Oh, God, Justin. You scared the shit outta me,” she blurts out causing me to chuckle.

  “Sorry about that, Dove,” I manage before she launches herself into my arms, giving me a hug. Instead of returning the embrace, I leave my hands at my sides as always because I know without a doubt that if I touch her, it will all be over, and I won’t be able to stop. It’s then that I notice
that she has a short satin thing on, like the kind of thing that goes under a fancy dress. I can’t help the strangled sound in my throat. Damn it, she’s trying to kill me.

  “What’s wrong, Justin?” she asks, immediately concerned.

  “Nothing,” I say after clearing my throat. “I just need some water,” I lie.

  “Oh, dear. How rude of me! Come in, I’ll get you a glass of ice water or if you’d prefer, I just made some sweet tea,” she says leading me into the kitchen.

  “Sweet tea,” I say suddenly craving my other weakness. She pours me a glass and hands it to me. Taking a sip, I bask in it. No one makes sweet tea quite like she does.

  It makes me wonder what else she can do like no other…

  2

  Valentine Ratchford

  I have been in love with Justin Glass from the moment I met him. He is my scarred-up warrior with muscles on top of muscles, bronzed skin, dark brown hair that is just barely starting to sparkle with gray at the temple. His eyes are so gray that they look like storm clouds. He has a scar that goes through his left eyebrow, a slightly crooked nose that looks like it has been broken a time or two, perfect lips that I have been dying to feel on my body. Straight white teeth, a strong jaw covered in an amazing beard that I have dreamed about making my thighs red while he fucks my pussy with his tongue. These mega huge shoulders that look like boulders, strong arms that are corded with muscles, tattoos that run down both arms and poke through his shirt by his neck.

  He stands at least a foot taller than my 5’3-inch frame. I only go up to his chest, his every hard chest that I want to bite and leave my mark on him so every woman in the whole world knows that he is mine.

  I've only seen him out of a shirt once. It was through the front window of the new house my mother and I moved into when she married Watson. Justin's back was to me. I hated what I saw there. Angry look pink scars were all over his back. When he and my new stepdad got done working in the front yard all I wanted to do is go to him, ask what happened. Then kiss all over them, maybe run my tongue over them too. His legs look like tree trunks. He is so big that it looks like all of his clothes are going to burst at the seams. I only hope that I am there to see it happen when it does. I know that I should be intimidated by the sheer size of him compared to my much smaller one but all I have ever felt was safe and protected. With him around, I get the impression that no one could ever hurt me.

  When my mother called and told me that she was getting married the day after she met dad number two, I was fuming mad. After all, who marries a man so soon after meeting them? I mean sure. I have never seen her date and my father left us when my mother was still in the hospital after having me. I was born on Valentine’s Day, so she named me Valentine because I was the only love she needed. She has worked two jobs my entire life to make sure that I am taken care of. Yet she still somehow managed to make sure I was fed and helped me with my homework.

  When I was little, I always hoped a prince would come and make my mother happy, so she no longer had to work so hard. So, once I saw how happy Watson makes her and how he always treats her with love and respect let’s just say that I am so glad she found him.

  Truth be told the minute I set my eyes on Justin I knew how my mom must have felt meeting Watson because the minute I laid eyes on him, I felt like he was already meant to be mine. Justin runs his long finger along the moisture on the outside of his cup. I instantly picture that finger on my body instead and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. He looks over at me and I blush. His eyes run along my body then snap back to my face his eyes swirl like storm clouds.

  “You expecting someone to stop by?” His jaw tenses, which pleases me. This is it. Today is my eighteenth birthday and I can't wait any longer. I need him to know how I feel and hope that he thinks of me the same way instead of just his friend's stepdaughter. I clear my throat.

  “I was actually hoping someone would stop by.” I look at him through my lashes playing with the bottom of my nightie. He growls standing up so fast his chair falls over.

  “Who? I’ll kill the little fucker.” I don't think I have ever seen him so mad. His eyes darken, his hands clench into fists. He stalks towards me like he is a lion stalking his prey until my ass hits the counter. I let out a soft gasp when he traps me against the counter his hands going on either side of my hips. “You fucking tell me who dare thinks he can touch what is mine.”

  Oh my God, I should be scared or at least a little nervous about his behavior but all I feel is my heart racing. I know he would never, ever hurt me. My pussy floods. When I don't answer right away, he growls. I can feel my heart in my ears, and I can't seem to find my voice. So, I do the only thing I can think of. I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him. He stills under my touch. When I pull back, I take several deep breaths before speaking.

  “Relax, hulk man, you are the only man I have ever wanted.” Suddenly, the air in the room changes. It's like he just snaps. He fists my hair and tilts my head back taking control of our kiss. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, and I moan. My arms go around his neck, his growl rumbles through his chest and I swear to God I can feel it straight in my clit. He pulls back and I take in a ragged breath. He lets go of my hair and wraps his arms around me lifting me off the ground. I let out a little squeak of surprise.

  “Were you trying to tease me with this sexy little nightie little Dove?” Justin's voice comes out in a deep growl. I bite my lip and blush scarlet in all honesty. I did get this for him in hopes that one day he might notice me.

  “Yes, I wanted to look sexy for you,” I whisper. He groans and runs his nose all the way from the column of my neck.

  “Fuck, baby, you always look sexy no matter what you wear.” He kisses my neck then pulls back shaking his head. “You’re coming home with me little Dove. You no longer live here,” he states picking me up into his arms, carrying me out the door towards his car. He puts me in the passenger seat then buckles me up, kissing me softly before shutting the door. My heart is hammering a million miles a minute. The love of my life actually kissed me and now I am going home with him.

  I can’t wait to see where else he kisses me tonight.

  3

  Justin

  That was way too fucking easy and thank God for that. I should have put some goddamn clothes on her before taking her out of the house like that. It’s cold, but not too bad. I just don’t want anyone seeing her like this. Her body is just for me.

  “Where are we going?” she asks practically bouncing in her seat, causing her little nightie to rise up her thighs even higher.

  “Our place,” I tell her anxious as fuck to get there and fuck her properly.

  “Really? I’ve never been there, you always come over to our place,” she says telling me nothing I don’t already know.

  “There was no feasible reason why you’d be at my house. Your mama had all them barbeques. It was the perfect excuse to see you,” I tell her.

  We pull up to my house, just outside of town, and I pull directly into the garage and then whisk her into the house.

  Once inside, I take her hand and drag her into my bedroom.

  “Ooh, is this where the magic happens?” she asks me hesitantly. “Never mind, I don’t really want to know the answer to that,” she says before I have a chance to answer her.

  “Don’t be thinking like that little Dove. I ain’t been with a woman in years, at least ten of them, and certainly no one since I met you. Don’t you know that I love you? That I’m gonna marry as soon as possible?”

  “Really? Wait, you wanna marry me?” Her eyes widen in shock as she stares up at me.

  “Shit, Dove, are you listening to me?” I ask chuckling. I pull the engagement ring box out of my pocket, open it, and show it to her.

  “Oh my God, Justin,” she squeals as I put the ring on her finger. Damn, it's a perfect fit too. “I love it and I love you too.”

  I look at her and realize that I may have lost my cool back at her house. She�
�s not even wearing shoes. Just the ice blue nighty and the lacy white panties I want to rip off with my teeth.

  “Is that a fucking yes?”

  “Yes. It’s a fucking yes,” she says turning her lips up and I can't help but kiss her. Her little moan is going to be my undoing.

  I move my lips down her slender neck, before I know it, I am ripping the little nightie off of her. She doesn’t need trappings for me to think she’s sexy. She could be wearing a damn parka and I’d still want her. I’ll always want her.

  “Too many clothes,” I grunt, getting a good look at her. She’s fucking mouthwatering and damn do I want to put my mouth on her.

  “I’d say the same about you,” she says trying to get her hands on my belt.

  “Calm down, Val. We got all night.”

  “I can calm down when you show me what I want to see,” she says crossing her arms over her gorgeous tits. I pull my shirt over my head, then take my pants off. I wonder what she thinks about the multitude of scars running up and down my body. “That’s what I am talking about,” she says grinning.

  “Get on the bed, Val. I don’t know if I can be gentle,” I tell her honestly.

  “Who asked you too?” she says moving to the bed. I follow her. Before she can get on the bed, I grab her arm to stop her. Running my fingers down the center of her chest, over the sides of her tits, and down her belly to the edge of her panties.