Lily looks embarrassed as fuck, but I can’t stop smiling. I’ll deal with the epic case of blue balls I’m gonna be rocking to see her lose it like that.
Just for me.
The Valentine’s Day Letter
Luscious Lily,
We both know I’m more of an action man than a words guy, but if there’s ever a time to tell you how I feel, I’m guessing Valentine’s Day is it.
So here goes . . .
When I think about you I feel . . . hard in my pants.
When I see you I feel . . . like I need to get you naked pretty much immediately, which isn’t always reasonable, especially when we’re out in public or we have company.
When you’re naked I feel . . . like I can’t get my hands on you fast enough.
When I make you come I . . . feel like the king of your universe.
When I’m away from you I feel . . . like I’m missing the most important part of me.
When I’m with you I feel . . . like the world could be ending and it wouldn’t matter, because I have you.
You’re the best thing in my life.
Yours, moody dick and all ;)
Raucous Randy
The Valentine’s Day Outtake
MILLER TAPS HIS fingers on the steering wheel as another pop song comes on the radio. I arch a brow at his questionable music choice, but he’s focused on the road. Actually, he’s looking at a billboard. I follow his gaze. It’s an advertisement for perfume boasting a half-naked chick in lingerie.
“Shit. Valentine’s Day is next week.”
He’s all smirky. “I’ve already taken care of Sunny’s present.”
“What’d you get her?”
“Something special.” His grin widens.
“Putting a bow on your dick doesn’t actually count. You know that, right?”
“I leave dick dressup to Waters,” he mutters, flipping me the bird.
“Whoa, what?”
“Nothing. Never mind.” He stares straight ahead.
“You can’t say something like that and not tell me what the hell that means. Dick dressup?” Waters is one weird guy. “How would you even know what the hell Waters does with his dick?”
“Violet’s my sister, remember? And she likes to share. A lot.”
Most of the time Violet’s excessive sharing is funny. Sometimes it’s a little overboard. I’d never tell my sister the things Violet tells Miller. “So what’s the most recent accidental information dump?”
He gives me a shifty side-eye. “You can’t tell anyone. Not even Lily.”
“This is gonna be good.”
“I’m serious, Balls, you can’t say anything.”
I hold my fingers up, like I’m giving him the Boy Scouts salute, when really I’m giving him the shocker.
“Forget it. I’m not telling you. Violet was drunk. She probably didn’t mean to say anything.”
“Come on, bro. Seriously. I’ll keep my mouth shut.” I stop smiling and put my hand over my heart. “What weirdness do those two get up to in the bedroom?”
Miller grips the steering wheel and releases a few times. “You won’t tell Lily?”
“I swear on my nearly severed dick.”
His eyes widen and he nods, releasing a breath. Whatever it is, it must be good.
“Remember the Play-Doh dick sculpture from the cottage?”
“Huh?” I frown and then smirk remembering what happened with Lily that weekend. Not all of it was good at the time, but now we’re together, and she’s living in Chicago. We have a lot of sleepovers. She pretty much stays with me all the time when I’m not away for games.
“The one on the dining room table that the girls took pictures of,” Miller prompts.
“Oh, yeah. You mean the one with the superhero cape?”
“Yeah. Apparently she’s actually done that.”
“Hold up.” I raise a hand, trying to understand what he’s telling me. “So she does what? Dresses up Waters’ dick? And he lets her?”
“I don’t think he lets her. I mean, from the story she told me, he was asleep when she pulled that on him, but apparently she made some sort of Christmas thing. I don’t even know.” He’s backpedaling now. “Anyway, she mentioned she had some sort of plan for Valentine’s Day.”
“Those two are seriously weird.”
Miller nods.
“Yeah, well, I’m not dressing up my dick for Valentine’s Day and presenting it to Lily like it’s some kind of gift.”
“Hard to do when she already owns it, Balls.”
“Like you’re any better. Sunny carries your fuzzy balls around in her back pocket.”
He shrugs like it doesn’t matter that he’s totally whipped. And honestly, I don’t mean anything I’m saying. Lily and I haven’t been together all that long, but during the very short span of time when we “broke up,” I learned I didn’t want to be without her.
“What do you think I should get Lily?” I ask. I’ve never done the Valentine’s Day gift thing before. In the past it would have given the girl the wrong idea about what was going on. But I don’t have to worry about that since Lily’s my girlfriend. What I do need to worry about is getting her a decent gift.
“What does she like? Other than sex and your beard.”
“Skating, ketchup chips, bacon,” I say.
“Seriously, Balls?”
“I don’t know. Can’t I just buy her chocolate and flowers? I bet that asshole ex of hers didn’t even do that.”
“Probably not and yeah, I guess you could, but it’s kind of a copout.”
“So you’re not getting Sunny flowers or chocolate?”
“She’s vegan, so regular chocolate is out, and Sunny’s house is already filled with plants. She doesn’t need any more.”
He has a point. There’s a lot of live, green things in that house. I can’t even keep the one spider plant Lily brought to my place alive. “What about jewelry?”
“Does she like jewelry?”
Lily wears tiny hoop earrings that she never takes out, and she has a total of two necklaces.
“Maybe she just doesn’t have anything she likes?” I muse. Or it’s always been too frivolous of an expense. Lily’s never had an excess supply of money, so she’s had to be careful with it. Sometimes it makes it difficult for her to accept gifts.
“Maybe,” Miller agrees.
“I could ask her.”
“Doesn’t that kind of defeat the purpose? It should be a surprise.”
“Right. Yeah.” Seems like Valentine’s Day is a lot more complicated than I anticipated.
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I spend the next couple of days trying to decide what I want to do. Lily’s like a damn fortress for information, though, and I can’t get anything out of her. I try to casually bring it up while we’re watching TV the night before I have two away games. We’re in our usual position, with Lily tucked into the corner of the couch, her legs thrown over my lap. She’s wearing pajama shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. There’s no bra under the shirt. I can see her nipples poking through it.