Chapter 25
Never in his life had Marcus Quinterro expected to be thankful that bitch had used him to cheat and broken his heart.
But as his mind processed what Flynn had just said, it was like the world shifted on its axis.
She’s right.
Without that experience with the first dream, he never would have reacted the way he had to the second one.
“No shit,” he said with an amazed shake of his head. “You’re right.”
“I know. Isn’t it wild when you can see the past differently and stop being pissed about something and be grateful for it instead?”
Marcus blinked as he felt years of anger and betrayal evaporate in a single moment. He felt lighter and freer than he had in years. And the woman sitting across from him … she might be young, but she was wiser than he had realized.
Without that hurt and heartbreak, he wouldn’t be here with her. And the thought of this moment not happening was a thousand times worse than what he’d been through before.
He wiped his hands on a towel. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Putting that shit I’ve been carrying around way too long into perspective. Without it, the last twenty-four hours of my life wouldn’t have been so fucking awesome.”
“You think the last twenty-four hours have been fucking awesome?” Light lit her green eyes like sparkling jewels.
“Flynn, come on. You know they have been.”
Her gaze flicked away, and he caught a hint of shyness in her expression.
“I mean, yeah, obviously. I just didn’t expect to hear you say that about time you spent with me.”
“Why do you sell yourself short?”
“A lifetime of being invalidated by my mother. I’ve gotten over it, mostly. But sometimes … I can’t help it. I’m working on it.”
“Flynn, if your mom can’t see the miracle she brought into this world, then that’s her loss. I’m sure, without her being the way she was and fucking your boyfriend, you wouldn’t be here either. So, maybe there’s something there for you to be grateful for too.”
She sucked in a breath. “You’re right. Oh my God. Right in front of my face. What if she hadn’t done that? I would never have known he was a literal motherfucker.”
“See, you dodged a bullet there too, Stiglette.”
“I did!” She bounced off the stool and rounded the counter. “If I’d stayed with him, I wouldn’t be falling in love with you.”
She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his hips, and he caught her. Then she kissed him.
“Thank you. Seriously, thank you. I needed that.”
The sunshine he’d tried to bring back with an offer of sex burst through because he’d shared his story and she helped him see things differently, which made it possible for him to return the favor.
The whole moment was … perfect. Just like her.
But Marcus didn’t have time to think anymore. He just kissed her as he flipped off the oven. Food could wait. He had something much more important to take care of right now.
He carried her to the bedroom as her hands buried in his hair. He laid her on the bed and followed her down, pressing her into the mattress.
She moaned into his mouth.
“Baby, you ready for this?”
“Don’t stop, Marcus.”
It was all he needed to hear. He tugged his shirt over his head and peeled hers away.
“Pants off.”
“Yours too.”
He flicked the button of her jeans open as she went to work on his fly. Her clever little hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed. Instantly, he was reminded of waking up with it enveloped in the heat of her mouth. It had been heaven.
“Fuck, baby.”
He had to get inside her before he was a goner.
He unzipped her pants and rolled to the side to peel them down her legs.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
He pulled away from her touch and went lower to bury his face between her sweet thighs.
She was all the dinner he needed.
Flynn’s hands clutched at his head between her legs. He eased them apart to get better access to her clit.
“I’m gonna—” Her words cut off as he sucked and tongued that sweet little nub until she screamed.
Then he kept going. She came again when he slid one finger inside her. She was fucking tight.
She dropped her head back on the bed, limbs going limp, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He lifted her further up on the bed and then leaned over to grab a condom off the nightstand from the box he’d grabbed at the drugstore when he was buying a card.
The Magnum rolled on, and he came back between her legs.
“Are you—” he started to ask if she was good, but she bucked her hips against his.
“Hurry,” she replied.
No one needed to tell him twice. But Marcus couldn’t rush this.
He wasn’t a kid, and she was special. He leaned down and caught her lips in a kiss.
She kissed him back for long minutes before he guided himself along her soaking wet slit.
She lifted and rocked against him until he was damn close to losing his mind.
She trembled beneath him as waves of pleasure rippled through her body when he nudged the head of his cock against her opening.
He felt massive. Flynn’s body stretched to accommodate his thick girth, and she moaned against his mouth with the decadent feel of it.
He froze when he was partway in. “Can you take the rest? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She lifted her hips in answer, and he shifted to slide the rest of the way in. When he bottomed out, he stilled.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
Her hips bucked against him as she begged him to move.
Thankfully, that was all the invitation he needed.
But Marcus wasn’t rough or careless. He went slow, thrusting into her and pulling back.
Each stroke was flutter-inducing and unleashed shimmers of bliss through her body.
Flynn knew she was on the edge, but she needed more.
She wrapped her fingers around his ass and urged him inward.
He followed her lead and picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster until she screamed out her orgasm.
Her head thrashed from side to side as she detonated and lost her mind.
Flynn heard him groan, but she was already insensible. His thrusts stilled a moment later when he roared her name as he came.
Marcus pressed up onto his forearms, not wanting to crush her beneath his weight. Her inner muscles pulsated, dragging aftershocks from his body.
Whatever she’d done to him … he wanted to do it again and again.
“Are you already asleep?” he whispered close to her ear.
“Almost.”
“Sleep, baby. I’ll get you cleaned up.”
“Whatever you say …” she whispered softly.
“I say you’re mine, Flynn. Whatever it takes, you’re mine.”
When no response came, he knew she was already asleep.