Chapter 10
Petula
Aldo arrives with Flint right at dinnertime, and I'm prepared with a lasagna in the oven for my love.
During dinner, Flint is pretty quiet, which doesn't surprise me given that he's hopped up on some pretty heavy-duty pain meds.
But when I help him get ready for bed, he's extra grumbly and seems put out that I'm here.
Once I tuck him in, I sit on the side of the bed, resting my hand on his firm chest.
"Hey. You don't seem too happy that I'm here."
"I'm always happy when you're here," he grumbles.
"Well, alright. But you don't seem too happy that I'm helping you out after your surgery."
"I just don't want to be a burden," he mumbles.
"You're not a burden at all and don't forget that you once took care of me," I say, squeezing his arm. "And I love taking care of you. I'm in love with you, Flint."
His golden-brown eyes meet mine, and he gives me a small smile.
I lean over and give him a kiss. "Love you."
"Love you too."
I end up falling asleep while reading my book, sitting on his recliner by the fire, and wake up to an excruciating yell coming from the bedroom. I jump up, grabbing his meds from the countertop, and rush in to find him partially sitting up, moaning in pain.
"Here. Take this," I say, giving him his pill and handing him the bottle of water by his bedside.
Then I uncover his hurt leg, closing my eyes and moving my hands above it while muttering the same incantation I used for Hope on Christmas Day. The pained moans lessen, and then I hear him breathe out a sigh of relief.
"How did I get such an amazing woman to fall in love with me?"
"By being you," I answer, leaning down and pressing my lips against his.
"Don't sleep out there. Sleep next to me. There's plenty of room."
"Alright. But I won't be insulted if you have to kick me out because you're not comfortable."
"Get in here," Flint says, lifting the blanket next to him.
Opening the window to let in the sweet April breeze, then grab the sandwich I made for Flint and walk over to him sitting on the recliner with his foot up in the boot.
"You know what I just realized? That's coming off a week from today," I say, handing him the plate.
"Good. And you can stop spending all of your time taking care of me," he grumbles before biting the sandwich.
"I don't spend all my time taking care of you. I'm literally almost done with my latest cover job."
"I want to see it," Flint says, so I grab my tablet to show him.
"Damn, my girlfriend is talented," he mutters as he flips through the images, then places his plate down on the side table, pulling me onto his lap.
"Did you just get hard from looking at my work?" I tease him, feeling his arousal pressing against me.
"I get hard every time I see you," Flint quips.
"One more week, and then you'll be cleared, hopefully."
"What's one week?" He says, rubbing up against me, and I giggle.
"You really want to risk it?"
"I can just lie here, and you do all the work on top," he teases.
Standing up, I wiggle out of my yoga pants and t-shirt. His hungry eyes scan my body as I slip off my panties and tear off my bra. I slide his ready cock out of his gray sweatpants, stroking it as I grin at him, then climb on top, straddling his lap and doing my best to avoid his boot.
"It's been so damn long," he growls, grabbing my ass as I help him enter me.
His groan comes out loudly as I take all of him in. "Fuck, you're tight," he moans as I begin to roll my hips on top of him.
Flint pulls me closer, capturing my nipple in his mouth and sucking on it hard, making me cry out with pleasure.
I ride him as his hands explore my tits and curves, eventually landing on my ass, which he gives a hard smack.
My movements become faster until I'm no longer able to control myself, and my orgasm explodes as I cry out into the living room.
Flint digs his fingers into my hips, joining me tumbling over the cliff, and I lean down, capturing his mouth as the last moan escapes his lips.
With my stomach incredibly full, Flint takes my hand as we walk out of Mare Pacificum onto the beach. We kick off our shoes before reaching the waves, and I pull him close to me, resting my head against his muscular arm.
"This was such a great birthday trip. Thank you, babe," I say with a sigh.
Flint turns me toward him, looking down at me with an intensity that makes my stomach flip.
"I love you so damn much, birthday girl," he growls.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up to my tiptoes as he leans forward, kissing me.
"I love you too, lumberjack," I tease.
The sun sets in our peripheral vision, but we only have eyes for each other.
"I've never been loved like the way you love me," Flint says, his voice breaking, and then suddenly he slips from my arms.
He drops to one knee in the waves, pulling out a ring box and flipping it open. I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth.
"Petula Delvaux, I'm not one with words, but I love you and I want to make you happy for the rest of your life. Will you allow me to be your husband?"
"Of course," I say, joining him on my knees as the waves splash against us, kissing his face all over.
Flint slides the princess-cut ring onto my finger, and I admire it in the orange and pink light of the sunset.
"It's beautiful, hon."
I look up, seeing him staring at me.
"Not as beautiful as you, babe."