Slowly, I hook my thumbs into the sides of my shorts and shimmy them down my legs. I’m generally not self-conscious about my body. I like my curves, and I’ve been blessed genetically to be able to eat whatever I want and remain thin, but if I had any body issues, they’d disappear with the way Flynn is looking at me.

He doesn’t leer. He appreciates. As if he’s looking at fine art that should be treasured. I’m not sure if it’s another one of his intangible talents or if he truly adores what he sees, but in the moment I could care less. Because I feel how he makes me feel. Beautiful.

After taking his time drinking me in, he drops to his knees. He’s making good on all the things he told me he wanted to do when I asked him why I should leave. Still keeping me pressed with my back against the wall, he looks up at me, locking eyes as he lifts one leg over his shoulder.

The cool air on my wet, sensitive skin, coupled with the way he’s watching me, makes me gasp. The sound makes his eyes blaze even darker.

“Watch me,” he says, and then his mouth is on me. Licking and sucking, his face buried between my legs as he devours every inch of me. His tongue lashes against my clit, twirling and flicking until I can barely form a coherent word.

“Oh god.” My fingers dive into his hair as I climb higher and higher, my body greedily rocking against him as he strokes and strokes with his tongue lapping hungrily until my orgasm rips through me. I shake almost violently as he continues to draw more and more from my body with an unrelenting vigor. Just when I think my body is over the edge, that I’ll begin the slide down on the other side of the orgasm rainbow, he pushes two fingers inside me. Gently but firmly, he twists while he pumps, literally stroking one orgasm to roll directly into another one.

Still trembling, it barely registers that he’s lifted me up until he’s setting me down on the bed. With dexterity that I don’t want to think about how it was earned, he unclasps my bra and sheds the rest of my clothes before starting on his own.

He guides my back down and follows. With a rough timbre and a wicked grin, “You’ve been inside me since the day we met. It’s time I return the favor. Only I’m going to be much more literal.”

I reach down to grab him, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, but he quickly peels my fingers back. I look at him questioningly.

“I won’t last. I’m already teetering on the edge just from the taste of you on my tongue. When I come, I want it to be inside you.” Those damn dimples dip into cavernous wonderlands. “Plus, it’s been a while.”

Out of everything he’s said since I walked in the door, something about that last sentence does me in. “Well, then we shouldn’t wait any longer,” I whisper hoarsely.

He quickly rolls on a condom and is poised at my entrance. Our gazes meet and hold. With one hand around his neck, I pull him down for a kiss and, just as our lips connect, he slides inside me.

We kiss for a minute as he inches his way in and then, once he’s completely seated, once I’m completely filled, he pulls his head back and our eyes hold again.

He thrusts in deep, but slow as he studies me. It feels like he’s memorizing my body’s reactions to everything he does. Sliding his hand under my ass, he tilts my hips just slightly, but it allows him to penetrate even deeper. The feeling is heavenly. My eyes flutter closed, succumbing to the incredibly full feeling, as he whispers in my ear, “Beautiful.”

Finding our rhythm quickly, we move in perfect unison, as if we’ve been doing it for years, rather than it being our first time. It feels so…right. My body climbs yet again, a faster build, but no less powerful when it crests. I shudder and hold his gaze as I begin to come again and then he starts pumping harder. “You feel so. Damn. Good.”

He groans my name as he releases into me before my own orgasm has even fully ebbed. Afterward, we hold on to each other tight, slowly rocking back and forth as we catch our breaths.

But I catch my breath too soon. Because I only lose it again when the pounding knock comes on the door.

Chapter Twenty

Flynn

“What if it’s—” she asks, a look of panic on her face.

“I’ll deal with it.” I’m pulling on one leg of my pants when the knocking comes again. This time louder, more insistent.

Lucky searches the bed frantically for her clothes. “But if he’s…I can’t find my clothes. I should hide.”

“You’re not hiding.”

“What? Why?”

“Because we’re not sixteen and I said I’ll deal with it.”

She looks at me wide-eyed, like I’ve lost my mind. “Look.” Pulling my jeans over my hips, I don’t bother buttoning the top button before lifting my knee onto the bed and leaning over. “Stay naked. I don’t give a shit who’s at the door, I’m getting rid of them.” I pull the sheet she has gripped to her chest back and peek down between the sheet and her skin. “Fast. I’m getting rid of them fast.” I wink.

The knock is more of a banging as I swing the door open to catch whoever is on the other side off-guard. It works. The two girls jump back so fast, they nearly fall over.

“Shit. You ladies okay?” I reach out and grab the one on the right’s elbow, just as she’s about to fall. As soon as she’s recovered, she throws her arms around my neck, swamping me in a big hug.

“Oh my god! It’s really you!”

I pull my head back and attempt to disentangle myself from her grip. “Yep. I’m me. And who might you be?”

“Oh my god!” she squeals to her friend in a glass-shattering pitch…right into my ear. “He wants to know my name.”

I can smell the alcohol on her breath, and it looks like these two may still be dressed from last night. “It’s very nice to meet you, ladies, but I’m sort of in the middle of something important. Will I see you at a show soon, I hope?”

“Yes! We’re going to follow the bus to the next show. We went last night. We went to see Easy Ryder but…oh my god…you were incredible.”

“Thank you.” I smile. “Well, I’m hard at work. So I’ll see you ladies in a few nights then, yeah?” I turn around to the door I’ve been holding open just a crack. “What’re your names, sweethearts?”

I hear Lindsay and Jenna yelling and jumping around even once the door is closed. I walk back into the bedroom, shaking my head.

“Hard at work, huh?” Lucky arches an eyebrow.

“Just telling the truth.” I unzip my pants. Her eyes follow the sound. The glazed look in her eyes has me hardening again as I slip off my jeans.

She swallows. “Sounds like Lindsay and Jenna were excited to meet you.”

“Yeah.” I hold her eyes while I stroke myself up and down leisurely. “Looks like I’m excited too.” I pull away the sheet and climb on top of her, hovering.

Her voice is soft, but etched with concern that matches her eyes when she looks up at me, our noses an inch apart. “What are we going to do?”

“Right now? I’m going to make you forget there’s anyone else. The rest we’ll figure out later.”

We’ve both been quiet for a while. Her head is lying in the crook of my arm while one finger traces a path over the tattoos woven above one bicep. I know there’s something she wants to talk about, but I give her time to let her thoughts form the right words.




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