Valentine’s Day is here, so I hope you guys enjoy this little treat from me. I know how much Theo & Chloe aka Daddy Black & Little Knight mean to you guys, so I hope you enjoy it!
** Please ignore any errors. This was written for fun during my free time. 🙂 **
BE MINE, LITTLE KNIGHT
I couldn’t handle it anymore.
I wanted to consider myself weak, stupid—a terrible, terrible mother. I was at the point where I felt I was going to explode if I didn’t get a single second to myself to breathe.
No one said raising a child was easy, but raising two at the same time? It was hard work and I wanted to cry. Badly.
Theo was at work, the house was a mess, our Valentine’s Day dinner was burnt due to my lack of supervising it, and my nine month old daughters were red in the face, screaming their heads off for God knows what.
“Calm down, please, Joanna,” I begged, on the verge of tears. I bounced her on my knee as Sophia hollered in her bouncer. Just as I started to reach for her, too, the front door swung open and in he walked.
Just in time to save the day.
He had a bouquet of white and red roses in hand and a box of chocolates in the other, but as soon as he caught the flustered look on my face, he placed the items down on the hallway table, rushing for me.
Believe me, I would have been ecstatic about the flowers and chocolate, had I not been so stressed, but this was not the time. I couldn’t even fake it. I was so tired and so done.
“What is going on with my girls?” he cooed as he dropped his keys on the coffee table, immediately bending down to pick Sophia up. He looked right up at me with concerned, brown eyes, like he was asking me too.
I sighed, plopping back down on the couch and patting Joanna on the back. “It’s been a rough day,” I told him, eyes still burning. “The girls wouldn’t nap. I tried to cook dinner for us and totally screwed it up. I even drank half the bottle of wine we were supposed to share tonight just to calm myself down, but it hardly worked. Everything is ruined, Theo.”
That was it.
Admitting it out loud brought out the tears. I felt them running down my cheeks like lines of fire. I’d been holding them in all day and now that he was here, now that he was looking at me and next, sitting to rub my back, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Shit, Chlo,” he chuckled and then kissed my temple. “It’s okay. There are going to be rough days. You’re doing your best.” He grabbed my chin, putting my eyes on his. “I got your text message earlier, which is why I called Kim before I got here. She’s going to watch the girls for the rest of the night while we spend some alone time together.”
My eyes stretched, my heart dancing now. “Seriously? Are you sure she doesn’t have any plans?”
He waved a hand and then stood up, nuzzling the tip of his nose on Sophia’s cheek. “She said she was positive and that she knows you need the night off. So,” he went on, extending his left arm and gesturing for me to hand him Joanna, “you go upstairs, take a shower, get dressed for a nice dinner, and also pack a bag.”
“A bag?” I inquired as he held the girls close to his chest.
“Yep. We’re getting a hotel.”
I smiled. “That sounds nice.”
“It will be.” He leaned towards me and gave me a full kiss on the lips. “Think wine, chocolates, candlelight . . . just me and you in a quiet room.”
“Oh my goodness,” I sighed. “That sounds like heaven.”
He smirked, bobbing his head towards the staircase. “Go. Kim is on her way.”
He made a silly face at the girls and they giggled their damn heads off. Oh, yeah. Laugh with Dad but scream and kick with Mom.
I couldn’t help but love it, though. As I walked up the stairs, I glanced over my shoulder, watching as he laid them on their blankets on the floor and started blowing raspberries on their bellies and cheeks.
He was a great father. I loved watching him play with them. He was so calm around them. Sometimes I questioned how he could be so patient when all I wanted to do was explode some days.
* * *
Kim showed up as soon as I was all finished packing an overnight bag for us.
She was thrilled to watch the girls and had already started playing with them, which made me feel a little better about going out for a full night alone with Theo.
She wasn’t forcing it. She was happy to do it, and she passed me a look like she knew I needed it before hugging me goodbye.
“Relax, babe,” Theo murmured as he started the car. “The girls will be fine. Tonight will be a good one. You deserve it. You haven’t had a night away from them in a while.”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Neither of us have.”
“By the way,” he chuckled as he pulled out of the driveway. “I tried the spaghetti. It wasn’t too bad . . . minus the burnt noodles at the bottom of the pan.”
I looked over at him, fighting a smile as he broke out in laughter. “You are such a jackass,” I giggled.
He grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight. Even after all these months, I still loved how his hand felt in mine. His hands weren’t too rough and never too hot or cold. They were perfect and warm and the small squeeze always caused a flutter in my belly.
We checked into the hotel first, dropping our bags off, and then we headed to dinner at a nice restaurant with an oceanview. I had several glasses of sweet red wine while Theo filled himself up with beer.
Not once did he take his eyes off of me. Not once did he pick up his phone or pretend he couldn’t hear me. He listened to every word I said, despite the boring, stressful day I had.
He took my comments about me feeling like a bad mother and flipped them into supporting compliments.
“You are a great mother, Chloe. It’s tough raising kids, yeah, but the girls think you are perfect. Same as I do.”
I blushed, lowering my line of vision. He tipped my chin back up connecting our gazes again. “What do you say we get out of here?”
I grabbed his hand, kissing his knuckles. “I would love that.”
* * *
We entered the hotel, me stumbling on my own two feet, and him laughing about how I nearly busted my ass in the hotel lobby.
“I can’t help it. These heels are too damn tall,” I laughed as we walked into the dimly lit room.
“How about I get rid of them for you?” he offered, gripping my waist with one hand while shutting the door with the other. He pressed his forehead down on mine and then scooped me up in his arms.
Before I could take a full breath, his warm, gentle lips came down on mine and my back fell down on something soft and cushioned.
He grinded between my legs, hungry for me. Greedy. I could tell he’d wanted this to happen all day.
His palm slid down my leg and he gripped the spike of my red heel, tugging it off. I smiled behind the next kiss, running my hands over the sheets, but that’s when I caught something in hand.
Theo sat up and took my other heel off as I studied the red rose petal in my hand. I sat up straight and looked around, taking in the view of the entire room, realizing it wasn’t lit with regular light, but by candlelight. It wasn’t like this when we dropped the bags off. The room was empty. Simple.
Now, there were white candles surrounding us, the shadows dancing on the walls. The bed was sprinkled with rose petals and chocolates, and champagne on ice was on the nightstand, two flute glasses beside it.
“Who did this?” I asked, nearly breathless.
He smiled down at me, grabbing my hand and reeling me into him. “I may have paid someone a little extra to set this up for me while we ate. I know the manager here. Good guy.”
“Wow, Theo, I—” I looked around, down at the trail of rose petals that led to the bathroom. I peered up at him and he nodded his approval, a soft, subtle smile on his lips.
I stepped away from him, following the petals. When I entered the bathroom, there were even more candles set up on the counters and around the tub. Instrumental music was playing, soothing, sensual.
The whirlpool tub was filled nearly to the brim with bubbles, and with the way the mirrors were steamed I could tell the water was still hot.
“So that’s who you were talking to on the phone before we got in the car,” I proclaimed, turning to face him. “Someone from the hotel?”
He nodded. “Yep.” Tucking his forefingers beneath the straps of my dress, he started to lower them, rolling them over my shoulders and down my arms.
I didn’t say a word as we locked eyes, the music surrounding us, the steam warming my body up, but not as much as he was in this moment. He didn’t stop until my dress had puddled around my ankles.
He didn’t falter, kissing me on the lips first, and then trailing his sculpted mouth down to my collarbone, bending down to kiss my chest, my breasts, sucking each nipple into his warm mouth.
“It’s time to relax,” he breathed against my skin, backing me up towards the counter. “Careful with the candles,” he ordered, but I was sure he didn’t give a damn about the candles.
I pushed a few of them aside and he sat me down on top of the empty space, lowering his body again, kissing me wherever he could until he was right there.
Right between my legs.
I blazed below, ready to feel him. Ready to accept it all. When he spread my legs wider and skimmed my clit with his tongue, I exhaled loudly, like I’d needed this all day. And maybe I did. It was long, trying day. I needed release. I needed him.
I gripped the edge of the counter as he dropped to his knees and held my waist tight, eating my pussy like he couldn’t wait for this to happen.
He groaned between my thighs, squeezing my hips. I threaded my fingers through his hair and that act alone fueled him. His tongue rolled faster and his groans turned into growls. He forced my hips closer towards the edge of the counter so he could bury his tongue deeper, sliding it up and down, up and down, and then gently sucking on my clit.
It was enough to make me do what I’d needed to do all day—explode. I shattered and cried out as he nipped and licked at my tender nub, and then he eased up, kissing the insides of my thighs before dropping them gently.
I stood and immediately started unbuttoning his black dress shirt, ravenous for him. My fingers were in a frenzy; I felt like I couldn’t unbutton it fast enough. I ran my hands down next, over his jeans, where his hard cock rested. He was so hard for me. So ready.
Tilting my head back, I pressed my lips on his, helping him get his jeans and boxers off. He shrugged out of his shirt and then picked me up in his arms, causing me to yelp.
He walked towards the tub, stepping in foot by foot, holding my gaze. He sat down in the warm water, bringing me down with him, the bubbles and warmth consuming us whole. He twisted me around, forcing my legs around his waist. I was on top of him, no words spoken as I felt his thick tip meet my entrance.
I sank down on top of him, lower and lower, realizing he wanted it slow. Steady.
When he was fully inside me, my lips parted, my body trying to get adjusted to the size of him. He brought his head up, claiming my mouth, sliding his tongue right through and bringing me closer.
“Ride me, baby,” he groaned when the kiss broke. “Forget about everything else and be mine, Little Knight.”
I worked my hips in full circles on top of him, his voice my undoing. I indulged in him, riding like I couldn’t get enough. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I lowered my head and kissed him on his neck, sucking there lightly, listening to him sigh with relief and stiffen all at once.
He loved when I did that.
He could never get enough of it.
He palmed my ass as water splashed, tilting his head back to rest it on the edge of the tub.
I lifted up and down, clenching and moaning, drawing out his release, riding my husband. My Theodore Black. My everything and more.
He was close, I could tell. He squeezed my ass tighter in hand, holding me down and thrusting his hips up, dropping his chin.
Our eyes met again, and as he groaned, I sighed and shuddered, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on tight. He tilted his hips up once more, filling me up, and then he dropped them, the euphoria sweeping over us.
The room seemed to light up that night, like a million stars had surrounded us. Hearts booming. Breaths heavy. Our, love so thick and impenetrable.
“Fuck,” he groaned, stroking the back of my head. “We still got it.”
I tipped my head back and laughed. “Yeah,” I panted. “We do.”
He sat up a little, but kept me on his lap. “You love me?” He kissed my chin.
“Of course I do, babe.”
“You’ll be my valentine forever, Little Knight?”
“Yes,” I laughed lightly.
“And my love, for the rest of my life?”
I felt my cheeks burn as I bit a smile. “Always, Theo. That will never change.”
“Good,” he said. “’Cause this Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet. I need more of you.”
I giggled like a little girl as he stood up with me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. We were naked and drenched as he laid me down on the bed and crawled between my legs, but neither of us cared.
We were together. Still happy. Still blossoming. Still growing as a couple. He was mine and I was still his. Forever his. As I kissed him, caressed him, and made the sweetest love to my husband, I knew it would stay this way for a long time.
These weren’t just words being spewed to make one another happy.
It was love.
I was still so in love with him.
Hell, I think I may have been the luckiest girl in the world that night. He didn’t just tell me he loved me—didn’t just whisper those words on my skin as he explored my body—but he showed it too. Bright and clear.
There was no denying that this was mutual.
I would always be his Little Knight and he would always be my sweet, sweet Theo.
What more could a girl ask for?