Page 4 of Their Virgin Valentine

Ryan Sloan

“What the fuck, V?” I shout as soon as I hear her door slam shut.

Javier glares at me. “What did you want me to do?”

“Not that!” I shout, throwing my arms up in the air. “You sounded like you were trying to be her dad.”

Javier sighs. “This is such a clusterfuck. I don't know what the hell we’re doing anymore. We decided to wait since she was too young but what if we missed our chance. Did we wait too long? Maybe we should stop fooling ourselves, Ry, and let the girl live her life. We're too old and damaged for someone as perfect as her.”

“Don't you fucking say that! There is no one in the world who will treat her better and love her deeper than us. If she wants a fucking Valentine's date and a rose, we will be the only ones to give it to her. We’ll show her what real men are and prove to her that we are the ones she should be with.”

“How do you suppose we go about doing that?” Javier smirks.

“You forget V, we know her, every single delicious detail. We've had eyes on her for years. She doesn't want that kid, she wants to be loved and we've been too fucking busy to act. That stops now.”

“We'll go slow, ease her into how things are going to be around here from now on.”

I grin. “Now you're talking.”

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Javier and I spend the rest of the afternoon making plans for the changes that are about to happen. The biggest change will be to our schedules. In the last year, we’ve been gone on business far more than we’ve been home. Part of the reason is the longer we hold ourselves back from claiming our woman, the harder it is to keep our hands off of her. Sophia has been a light in our dark existence. Since the first day we met her we knew she was something special. It wasn’t until the summer before she started college that our feelings changed. Javier and I both noticed the woman she had grown into. She wasn’t that twelve-year-old little girl anymore, or the teenager needing to be saved. She was owning her life and going after what she wanted. It was sexy as hell to watch and as summer turned to fall Javier and I had a heart to heart. We both wanted her in every way you can imagine. It didn’t shock me that Javier and I became serious about the same woman, we’ve been a unit since we were six.

She has no idea how much we’ve held back. All of that ends today. It killed me seeing her that upset and knowing we were the ones to cause it. For the past five years, we’ve been the ones to give her everything she’s needed. There’s no fucking way I’m letting some punk kid drop in and take what we’ve been waiting years for.

I knock softly on her closed door hoping to talk to her, but there’s no answer. I open the door and peek my head in to make sure she’s okay and find her head thrown back against her pillow, eyes closed and her hand moving rhythmically, under the baby pink blanket I got her for Christmas.

My dick hardens in my jeans as she moans and rubs a spot I’ve only dreamed about touching. “Oh, Ryan.” She coos softly.

My eyes fly from where her hand is hiding under the blanket between her thighs to her face and see that her eyes are still closed. Jesus. I lean against the wall just outside her door and unzip the fly of my slacks, pulling out my aching cock, already wet with precum. I’ve stroked my cock to the thought of her a million times, picturing her just like this, coming with her name on my lips. Hearing my name on hers is too much. Grasping my cock, I stroke it, listening to her sexy sounds over and over. When I hear my name again, I turn to stand in her doorway and watch her rub her virgin pussy under her lavender lace panties. Fuck, when did she get those?

Sophia lifts her white cotton t-shirt up and over her breasts, showing off a matching see-through bra and pinches her hard nipple. “Oh god V, Ryan. Don’t stop, I’m going to come.” She cries.

My dick swells hearing both of our names and my heart beats faster. Fuck yeah, she wants us both. This is going to be easier than I thought. Sophia’s hand moves faster and faster and I match her rhythm. I’m a bastard for spying on her like this, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s our names on her lips while she’s rubbing her perfect little pussy.

“Oh! I’m coming!” She moans breathlessly.

I’m coming too, princess. Fuck am I coming. I haven’t come this hard in years. I walk away quickly before she sees me and head straight for my bathroom to grab a shower. When I’ve finished, I pull on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Walking down the hall, I notice that Javier and Sophia’s doors are closed as I make my way downstairs to start dinner.

No one is down here when I get to the kitchen which is fine with me. It gives me time to get my head straight. I need to talk to Javier about what just happened, but I’ll have to wait until we’re alone. I set about making Sophia's favorite dinner, chili and jalapeno cornbread.

About thirty minutes later Sophia walks into the kitchen and stops when she sees the pot on the stove. “Did you make chili for dinner?” She asks.

“Yeah, and cornbread.”

“Shut the front door.” She laughs.

“Please come here, princess,” I ask, leaning my ass against the counter.

Sophia walks towards me, slowly. As soon as she is close enough, I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her. She’s stiff at first, but as the seconds pass, she puts her arms around me and holds me back. “I’m sorry about earlier. You were right.” I say resting my head against hers as I rub her back.

She pulls away and looks up at me. “You are? I am?” She asks in disbelief.

I nod and push her blonde hair behind her ears. “You’re an adult and can do whatever you want. If you want something bad enough, don’t be afraid to fight for it.”

Sophia’s eyes widen and her cheeks turn red.

I wonder if she’s thinking about what happened in her room an hour ago, since I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

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