Frozen Valentine

so tempted to beg him to show me what he can do with something so massive. Because I’m sure like the man himself, he’s got to be huge.
Theo doesn’t say anything, nor does he do what I’m thinking he would. Nope, instead, he stands from the couch, with his hands still on my waist. I place my feet on the floor and he gently pushes me back.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, the guy’s older than me at least by ten years. He probably has a wife back home or a girlfriend.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“I’m just going to go to bed now,” I state without meeting his gaze. I turn on my heels and rush out of the room and into the bedroom. I grab my nightclothes, a red silk nightie. I have a thing for nighties. Out of all my clothes, it’s also another thing my mother tries to dictate, there are only certain items she doesn’t touch. My panties, bras, and nighties.
Thankfully. If she did, I’m sure I’d be in something I dreaded.
I love to wear sexy lingerie. It makes me feel better about who I am. Why? Because of what just happened out there. Being rejected sucks and I hate myself for wanting something to happen when this man most likely already has someone at home.
Stripping out of my clothes, I slip the nightie over my body and climb into the bed. I readjust the pillows the way I want them. I close my eyes but rather than fall asleep I lie there thinking of the fool I made of myself.
What woman launches herself at a man she doesn’t know? Worse, what woman would do something when said man most likely is married.
And I say most likely because I don’t know if he is or not.

Chapter Five


Theo
I swear if I hadn’t moved her off my lap when I did I’d have flipped her over, pulled her leggings down, and slid balls deep in her pussy. I could have, I know it. She wanted me to but I’m no good for a woman like her.
From what Christian has said about Blake she’s innocence lighting up the darkness in my world.
Sighing, I scrub a hand over my face and sit back on the couch. Blake surprised the fuck out of me when she’d thrown herself at me to get her phone out of my hand. I didn’t think she’d straddle my fuckin’ cock in the process. Then she’d tried to suffocate me with her tits. They weren’t huge but they were large enough to fit my hands.
I wanted more than anything to fit those babies into my hands and suck her nipples into my mouth.
Damnit.
But common sense came to me before I did something I shouldn’t do.
Blake’s phone lights up once again and I lift it up this time to notice it saying, ‘Mother Calling’. I go to answer it but it stops. I slide her phone open, noting she doesn’t have a passkey on it. Works for me since it allows me to look at it. I furrow my brows at the number of miss calls. Majority of them were from her mother and father. Another couple were from another number not labeled.
Deciding to find out why she’d avoid answering her parents’ calls, I pull my phone out and call Christian.
“You gonna call me every five minutes?” Christian chuckles. “I know my sister is quirky but damn man. You can stick it out.”
“I’m just wondering why she’d be ignoring nearly fifty calls between your folks and some random number,” I state the reason for me calling him again. I didn’t intend to call him after speaking to him earlier, but this has my curiosity piquing.
“What’s the random number?” Christian asks, his voice changing quickly to one I know all too well. I rattle off the number and he curses. “You should know that number, man. It’s Ethan Dalca’s number.”
“Fuck, why the hell would he be calling her?” I demand, fury growing inside me that someone as vile as Dalca would be calling her. The asshole is the same as his cousin. Why would Blake, who is beautiful, want to speak to a man like him? Better yet, is he the reason for her ignoring her phone?
“Because he’s the man my parents are wanting to set Blake up with in order to marry her off,” he announces, shocking the fuck out of me.
Hold the fuck up.
“You sent me here for her, didn’t you?” I sneer. He’d set me up.
Damnit. I’m going to strangle him.
“Didn’t set you up, Theo, what I did was send my sister there to make sure she’d be safe away from our parents’ clutches. With you needing a place to go to lay low for a bit, I figured it’s my best bet to make sure Blake stayed safe,” he says, shocking the shit out of me.
“And you didn’t think to tell me about it? Fuck, Christian, your sister ran out of the house and straight to me when she saw me walk toward the cabin. Damn woman wasn’t even afraid of me, more like she’d been worried I had hypothermia,” I grumble through the line wishing he were in front of me to throttle.
“She’s always been like that. Blake doesn’t like to see anyone hurt in any way. She’ll overreact and try to smother you with care but it’s who she is. I never wanted to see the shine snuffed out. It’s why she’s there. Now, you gonna have a problem with her being at the cabin?”
“No, she’s good here,” I mutter, unable to stop the words from spilling off my lips.
“Good, then I’ll let you get to it,” Christian states and hangs up on me as he’d done earlier.
Shit.
What the hell am I going to do now?
There isn’t much I can do. Something draws me toward her and yet she’s too fuckin’ young. I close my eyes and rest my head against the back of the couch. I contemplate what my next move