Page 6 of Their Virgin Valentine

Sophia

Today has been such a weird day. It started off normal with me going to both of my Tuesday classes. Then everything went to shit when Paul stopped to ask me out for Valentine’s Day. The guys got pissed, we fought, and now we’re all snuggled up on the couch watching our favorite movie after dinner.

Since our talk before dinner, everything has been good with Ryan and Javier. I say talk, but it was more like the guys telling me they were sorry and for me to do what I want. I’m so confused. I should be happy, but it felt like they were okay with me going out which further proved the point that I will never have them. I’ve held onto a magical hope that maybe one day, they would see that I’m perfect for them. Yes, I know how unrealistic this sounds. Only in my wildest dreams would one of my brother’s best friends fall in love with me, but both of them? No, it’s never going to happen. Yet over the past couple of years I’ve held onto every smile and innocent touch, hoping it all meant something.

Usually, if the guys are not gone on business, they would just be walking in the door about now. I’d have dinner ready and we’d sit at the dining room table catching up on what I'm up to. They don’t talk about work much since it’s all classified.

It’s nice to have them home for once and to be able to spend time with them. It’s been months since we’ve done this because they’ve been going on so many business trips lately. I know they have to work, I get it, and I’m proud of everything they have accomplished in such a short amount of time, but I still hate when they leave. Not only do I worry about their safety while they’re gone on their crazy missions, but sometimes they’ll be gone weeks at a time. Some of the nights they’re gone I invite Tessa over to hang out. She shares my love for all things Star Wars and is an even bigger nerd about it than I am.

Instead of watching the movie I wonder how many nights we have like this left. I’m graduating next May and while they haven’t asked me what I plan to do after that, I get the feeling I need to figure it out soon. They said it earlier, they want families and wives of their own someday. Where do I fit into that? It’s not like I’m family, not really. Will they even want me around once they’ve fulfilled their promise to my brother? The thought of no longer being in their lives kills me. I’d rather be their kids’ semi-aunt than nothing at all. Maybe they’re waiting for me to graduate and move out before they start dating again. They’ve never said anything about it to me, but it seems like they put that part of their lives on hold once I moved in with them. I haven’t seen or heard anything that would make me think differently.

“Where’s your mind at princess?” Ryan asks, waving his hand over my face.

“Hmm?” I ask staring up at him, my head resting in his lap.

Ryan smiles down at me. “You didn’t say your line.”

“Line?” I ask and he points at the television. I look from him to the television and see that he’s right, I missed my favorite part of A New Hope where Princess Leia, Han Solo, Chewbacca, and Luke are all being shot at by stormtroopers. Ryan has it paused at the part where Han Solo is going into the chute.

“Somebody has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, flyboy!” Javier says, mimicking my voice and quoting Princess Leia. “Why is that your favorite part, mi corazón?”

I shrug. “Maybe it’s because she’s a powerful woman and doesn’t take any shit from the men in her life,” I say then wink.

Javier’s eyes widen, and for a second I’m worried I’ve crossed the line, but then in the next, he’s holding down my ankles and tickling the bottom of my feet. I squeal with laughter and try moving my feet away, but it’s no use.

It all happens so fast. In an instant, Javier is holding my legs down with his forearm to tickle the bottom of my feet. Ryan has my arms pulled back behind my head, holding them in one hand, while he tickles my stomach with the other. I try getting out of their hold, but they’re too strong and have a tight grip on me. We end up tumbling to the floor as I struggle to get free, all three of us laughing the entire time. Javier ends up straddling me to tickle my stomach with both hands while Ryan still has a hold of my wrists.

One minute I’m laughing and in the next something hard rubs against my core, hitting me in just the right spot, and a moan escapes my lips.

I freeze. They freeze. We all freeze, and no one says a word.

I close my eyes completely embarrassed. It’s not like I moaned on purpose, it just popped out. What am I supposed to say to the guys? Maybe I can just laugh it off and pretend it never happened.

“Open your eyes, mi corazón,” Javier says in a tone that makes my heart skip a beat.

When I do, Javier is straddling me and leaning down close as if to tell me a secret. “Want to know a secret?” He whispers in my ear, gliding his hand over my hip, and up my side, lifting my shirt as he goes.

I swallow hard and nod.

“That was the sexiest sound I’ve ever fucking heard.” He says, then sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and releases it between his teeth.

“Oh, God.” I murmur.

“Not God princess, just two men who have been dying to taste you,” Ryan says, still holding my wrists.

I look up at Ryan to see him staring at me in a way I’ve never seen before.

“Is this really happening?” I gasp, feeling Javier’s lips against my neck.

“Only if you want it to,” Javier says, leaning up on his elbow to look down at me. His warm hand travels under my shirt, causing butterflies to fly in my stomach. Of course, this is what I want. This is what I’ve wanted since I was sixteen, but it doesn’t make any sense.

I shake my head and Javier gets the wrong idea moving his hand away and rolling off of me while Ryan releases my wrists.

“No wait. That’s not what I meant. It just doesn’t make any sense.”

Ryan holds out his hand to help me up off the ground and sits back down on the couch, pulling me down to sit beside him. “Why don’t we show you then,” Ryan says, leaning in close. Cupping my cheek in the palm of his hand, he brushes his lips against mine, barely kissing me.

“mi corazón.” Javier murmurs in a strained voice.

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