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  I crossed my arms across my body, conscious of the fact that I’d responded to his touch. My veins were on fire with the electrical pulses still running through me. He glanced at my nipples that were rock hard poking through the thin tank top I’d been sleeping in. I was still reeling from the after effects of his hug as I tried hard to pull myself together and responded with as little emotion as possible.

  “You were the one who ran away, Flynn. I’ve always been here. I may have been young, but you can’t say I didn’t own my feelings the last time we saw each other.”

  “Valerie you were grieving the loss of your brothers and boyfriend. I had no right kissing you in the first place. That was a shitty thing I did. Yeah, I ran because if I hadn’t, I’d have hurt you. How do you think I felt? Have you ever once tried to see things from my perspective? Val, I was a guy with a new career that pulled me in all kinds of directions, traveling the world and meeting all kinds of new situations. Temptations? Fuck, Valerie. I’m human. How would you have felt to have read online that I’d fucked a couple of girls in a bar, or seen me with women draped all over me, or any of the other shit I’ve done?”

  Searching his face, I knew I’d have been devastated. He’d done what he thought was the best thing for me at the time. And he was right, it would have killed me. I’d willingly admit I was emotionally wrung out after the boys’ deaths, and although Flynn leaving like that devastated me, the way he’d explained it made sense. He made me hate him because anger and hate were easier to deal with than heartache.

  At that moment I finally accepted that everyone was right, Flynn had walked away to save me further hurt if I’d come to rely on him and if he’d somehow let me down. All the time I’d been mad at him, all he’d been doing was protecting me, from myself.

  Chapter 20 ~ Absurdity

  All my anger had been for nothing, Flynn had done what was necessary because he couldn’t see any other way, “I guess I owe you an apology.”

  “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Valerie, but I couldn’t act on what I was feeling in that RV. You were vulnerable and too young. My head was up my ass for a long time after I left that day. I felt like crap for leaving you like that, but I had to think of the consequences and impact of what had happened between us. I would have felt responsible for you Valerie, and I wasn’t in a position to take that on.”

  “Well, it looks like we’ve moved past all of that now. I’m all grown up and deeply involved in my growing business, and you’re a big shot rock star. I’m glad to see you, though, Flynn. Thank you for answering my distress call. I didn’t know who else to trust with my dilemma.”

  “I can’t believe you’ve done what you have with your business. You’ve grown up fast, and what a beautiful woman you’ve become, babe. From the moment I set eyes on you, I knew you were different. The past couple of years have only enhanced your beauty. And, I’m glad you felt you could still trust me, that’s quite a novelty in my line of work.”

  My cheeks heated when I felt self-conscious at his comment. I smirked at the absurdity of Flynn Docherty, lead singer of Major ScAlz, a huge rock band, standing in my kitchen paying me compliments on how I looked and agreeing to be my fake boyfriend. Again. Beautiful women from all over the world threw themselves at him every day of the week.

  Glancing at the clock, I frowned, “It’s almost 2:00 am, we should go to bed,” Lee had taken my aunt’s bedroom, “Shit, you’d better take my bed. I’ll sleep down here on the couch. I was going to put you in Auntie Joan’s room.”

  “Yeah, like I’m gonna let that happen? I’ve never thrown a chick from her bed so that I can sleep there. Nope, that’s not my style.”

  “You’re not staying in Martin’s or Adam’s rooms. Mom has kept them…”

  “Wouldn’t dream of that either. I’m kinda big for the sofa, so I guess we’re just going to have to squeeze in your bed, babe. Unless you don’t trust me to keep my hands to myself.”

  Once Flynn threw down the challenge I was damned if I was going to back down.

  “I trust you. I’m going up to get into bed.”

  Ascending the stairs with him behind me, I was consciously trying not to wiggle my ass. I hadn’t wanted to risk sending him a message that I’d make the same mistake twice. Nor did I want to give him the idea I was coming on to him.

  Once we were in the bedroom, there was an awkward moment before Flynn went into the bathroom. I quickly slipped between the sheets, but when I heard the shower running my heart rate raced inside my chest. I knew he had to be naked and only about six feet from my bed. The only thing that separated us was a thinly tiled wall. I began imagining him washing himself, working up a lather with the body wash, before soap suds cascaded down the hard lines of his belly. The thought made my pussy clench with need, and I berated myself for that. I turned on my side facing away from the bathroom and punched the pillow as I tried to ignore my body’s reaction to the mere thought of him, naked.

  I heard the shower turn off, and a few moments later the light switch clicked. The dull light from the bathroom went out. I lay pretending to be asleep. Flynn slid under the covers, and when his foot touched mine, I moved it and found more exposed skin on his leg. His arm slid down the side of me, and he rested it on my hip. Instantly, my heart started another workout and pumped faster than my body could cope with.

  Goosebumps popped up all over where we were touching and a rush of saliva formed in my mouth at the mere fact he was in my bed and I tried so hard not to swallow. Flynn edged nearer, inhaled deeply and controlled his breath as he breathed out slowly. I felt the heat from his hot breath on my shoulder and swallowed anyway. He sighed again before he rolled away in the opposite direction.

  I lay quietly trying to get my heart back in check, and when I’d heard his soft, deep, even breathing, I knew he’d fallen asleep.

  Slowly, I changed my position and turned to face Flynn’s back. Heat radiated from it, and the smell of him filled my nostrils. He was right there in front of me. The man who had captured my heart when I was fifteen. It hadn’t seemed to matter that I’d loved Ziggy or Daryl because I’d loved him first. I’d read that you never forget your first love. It’s a love that cuts into your heart and marks your soul. No matter what comes after, the memory of that love continues to ooze from the wound. That part I could definitely vouch for.

  Nothing could have prevented me from snuggling closer. All I had to do was pretend to be asleep. Flynn couldn’t blame me for doing what I wasn’t aware of, so I rolled into him and snaked my hand around his waist. Soft, warm skin stretched over hard lines, and my forefinger tracked his six-pack. I nudged the waistband of his boxer shorts, brushing the head of his cock through them by accident and he stretched out and rolled back slightly toward me. A soft groan left his lips, and I froze, my heart beating erratically; it felt as if it had been hit by a bolt of lightning.

  Once I’d ensured he was still asleep, I adjusted myself as one would in sleep and, this time, rested my hand on the hardness of his pecs. Flynn was solid, hard muscle and I was desperate to explore him more. I dipped my head until my face was buried into his side and the touch of his arm against it was exquisite. Flynn rolled over in his sleep, scooped me into his side and his big hand slid down and cupped my behind. I froze again.

  It was torture lying in his arms and not being able to kiss him. His chest rose and fell against my cheek while my level of arousal was beyond anything I’d ever felt before. Swiftly, Flynn rolled me over on top of him, and I felt his hard cock beneath me.

  Before I could move away, his fingers curled around my hips as he adjusted me over him. My head was over his heart, and I could hear the strong beat in his chest. Again I felt the heat of his breath wafting over me. He swallowed and cleared his throat.

  I wanted to kiss him so badly at that point, but I was determined not to go there because I thought he’d break my heart so I tried to move away. Suddenly his hand moved from my hip to my hair and began to massage my scalp at the back of my head. “
Are you awake?” I whispered nervously and felt embarrassed I was lying on top of him in the first place.

  “No,” he whispered back gruffly.

  I giggled and tried to roll off him, but he held me firmly on top of him.

  “I need to lie down,” I stated.

  “You are—on me. Shh, let me finish this dream first,” he pleaded.

  “What dream?”

  “The one where I grind myself against you, then kiss you like you need it to breathe.”

  That’s exactly how I felt. Like I needed that kiss to breathe. I smiled.

  “And that would be a good dream?”

  “Fuck. It would be an awesome dream, babe,” he husked and pulled me tighter against his body. His back bowed off the mattress for greater friction like our contact wasn’t enough.

  I stared hungrily at his mouth as his eyes watched me intensely, “We don’t really want to go there, do we?” I questioned even though I so did.

  “I do—desperately. But… that wouldn’t be a great idea because a kiss wouldn’t be enough this time.”

  My pussy pulsed with need as my desire wet my shorts, as if I needed physical evidence of how he affected me. Instinctively, I lifted my head and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. I was rewarded with a long groan as he dug his fingertips into my flesh through my pajamas. Pressing me closer against his erection he ground his hard cock against me and growled deeply.

  “Sweet Jesus, two years away and still… what you do to me, girl,” he declared in a deliciously sexy tone.

  I pressed a soft kiss to his lips and couldn’t resist dipping my head and traced the vein in his neck with my tongue. Without warning he instantly flipped me onto my back, surrounded me with his body, and cradled my head between his arms. His hands held my head in place at the top.

  “Are you prick-teasing me, Valerie?”

  “I hope so. I’ve waited a long time for my revenge for when you ran out on me.”

  Flynn snickered, and though I couldn’t see him in the dark, I could feel his mouth only a few inches from mine.

  “Fuck, babe. I don’t want to do this, but if I don’t I think I might die, you understand?”

  “I do,” I stated honestly. Every fiber in my body was alert and screaming for him to do it, hovering over no man’s land was agonizing.

  A smooth thumb scored across my lips, and I heard Flynn take in a deep, shaky breath.

  “Fuck it,” he muttered before his mouth crashed down on mine. Sparks flew in all directions inside me as his tongue swept into my mouth. It was instant rapture when he did that. He shifted his weight and lay on top of me again, increasing the pressure between us so that his cock thrust between my legs. Flynn scooped his hands under me, one at my back one at my butt and he rolled me on top of him again. His arms tightened around my body, and he pulled me harder against him still. I felt like he was trying to climb inside me. I moaned softly, and this seemed to spur him on because he ground more urgently against me.

  Breaking the kiss, we both panted a little breathlessly, and he rolled us to the side, releasing his grip. He shifted his body away from mine and the loss of heat I felt was instant.

  “Fuck,” he hissed again. “Jesus Christ, when I kiss you it makes me feel so high, but we need to stop right now, or we will be fucking.”

  I’d wanted to tell him not to stop, but he already had. I felt hurt that the passion between us hadn’t been enough to swallow whatever was holding him back, and I wanted his need to be as big as mine. I wasn’t going to beg him, so I rolled away from him onto my other side again. Tears threatened to fall, and I was determined not to cry this time.

  Flynn kept his distance on the bed and didn’t speak to me after that, so my wildly beating heart eventually calmed. I think I fell asleep before he did because the last thing I remember was him sweeping his hand through his hair for the hundredth time and sighing loudly.

  Buster barked, and I heard someone walking down the hallway. Dad’s heavy footsteps came nearer the door then got further away as he went downstairs. Flynn’s arm was across my belly splayed protectively. His thick cock was long and hard against the crease of my butt, and he was pressed tightly against me. He stirred, and I lay quiet and still as he pressed his lips lightly on the back of my neck and eased me closer. I was tired of playing games. He wanted me, and I wanted him. No matter what the consequences were later.

  “I wanted that kiss last night. In fact, I wanted more,” I stated my heart speeding up at the bravery of my confession.

  “Me too, babe, but I won’t start something I can’t finish.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I can’t fool around and not have a release. I’m way past that these days.”

  I’d felt my face heat at his blunt disclosure. How could he know there may not be more? I’d fooled around with Daryl to the point where he’d jerked himself off afterward. I knew I was way behind my peers as far as sex was concerned, but my upbringing and Daryl’s laughable abstinence accounted for that.

  “Who says you won’t finish?” My heart thumped wildly and the vein in my neck was pulsing quickly at the thought of a home run with Flynn.

  “I’m not fucking you here in your bed, Val. If things go badly, then you’re stuck with me right here. I won’t do that to you.”

  Wiggling free, I sat up and turned my head to face him, “Jeez, Flynn you’re supposed to be a fucking rock star, and you’re trying to talk me out of something you’ve shown no sign of getting from me in the first place.”

  Flynn pulled me down on the bed to face him and kissed me hard. His lips were bruising mine as his tongue explored my mouth deeply. I almost lost my mind at how raw and carnal it felt, and tremors within my body made me feel like I was going to explode, “More,” tore from my throat.

  Breaking the kiss, he turned me away from him and slid his hand around my belly again. Nuzzling the back of my neck brought on a fresh wave of goosebumps. His hand slid down the soft skin of my belly and breached my pajama shorts. When his movement was restricted, he hurriedly tugged them down, tapping my hip in silent communication for me to lift myself to free them. He used his foot to push them down my legs, and I pulled them free.

  Sweeping my long hair aside, he peppered kisses around the nape of my neck and over one shoulder. I almost lost my mind with desire. His hand slid down again and this time, his fingertips reached inside my panties. I moaned loudly, “Shh,” he whispered as a long middle finger traced the seam of my wet pussy. He growled and pulled his hand away then lifted it to my mouth. Sliding his glistening finger along my bottom lip, he whispered, “Taste yourself.”

  Slowly, I licked his finger, and he pushed it into my mouth. “Suck it,” he commanded. I did as he told me and more fluid wept from between my legs. Once again his hand slipped down to my seam as he turned my head and kissed the taste of me off my lips, but this time, he slid his knee between my legs and spread mine widely at the top. His finger found my clit, and he rubbed soft circles until I thought I would lose my mind. Adjusting, I felt his hard length align with the seam of my butt, and he began to rock his hips against me. The friction made me wetter, and my legs spread wider, almost involuntarily that time.

  With his free hand, Flynn scooped my hair into a ponytail and yanked it backward extending my neck. “Kiss me,” he demanded.

  His soft lips met mine in a gentle, tentative kiss at first until his tongue thrust deeply inside my mouth. His finger slipped down and dipped inside me as his mouth tore from my mouth and bit my shoulder. A loud moan escaped my lips, and Flynn’s mouth was back on me stifling the sounds he was bringing out.

  His fingers pinched and rubbed at my clit and began to work faster. My whole body fizzed with sensation as it began to tingle at my core. My skin erupted in goosebumps while my legs widened as I began to lose myself in the extreme pleasure of his touch. When he slipped his free hand to the side of my neck and pulled me tighter, his hand cupped my breast through my tank top. He squeezed it tight and sudden
ly my brain felt light as flashing lights burst repeatedly behind my eyelids as I came. The force of my release felt euphoric. His mouth covered mine again swallowing my screams as he took me through the aftershocks of my orgasm.

  Flynn continued to grind against me and held me tight through the aftershocks and when I was done my panties were drenched, as was my backside from the sticky fluid leaking from him. I turned to look at him, and he had his cock in his hand fisting himself slowly. I’d seen Daryl’s cock before, but it was nothing like Flynn’s. Hard and long, the fat mushroom head and veiny appearance of it kind of scared me. It was much bigger than Daryl’s. Prettier too, I’d thought.

  I reached out to touch him, and his hand fell away leaving it free for me to hold. I wrapped my fingers around it, and he hissed loudly as it bobbed under my touch. There was strength in his solid cock and without ever having sex I’d somehow known he’d be a strong lover. I’d held Daryl before, so I knew what to do to make Flynn feel good.

  “Fuck, I never expected this when I woke up this morning,” his voice was thick with lust as he grinned widely.

  “Me neither,” I agreed and smirked down at him.

  “You are so fucking hot, babe. Everything about you… mm…just like that. Incredible, this feels so good,” he murmured softly.

  Continuing to groan and moan his way toward his release, he suddenly wrapped his fingers around mine and began to yank his cock up and down much harder and faster. I felt his balls pull up tight to the bottom of his shaft and watched as long ribbons of cum began to shoot out of his crown. Flynn cupped his hand in front of it to keep it from landing on my comforter.

  He continued to tug himself for another few strokes then his head fell back into the pillow and his body that had been stiff and jerky only moments before went limp. Flynn growled sexily and turned to stare at me with a look in his eyes I couldn’t read.

  “Damn you, Valerie Darsin. What are you doing to me?” he asked seriously.