Chapter 14
chapter
fourteen
Flynn
The birthday party is over. Temple’s grandmother was lucid enough to enjoy about an hour before she became too tired and went to bed.
My girl had returned to me from breakfast, teary-eyed, but happy. Clearly sad at the fact that her grandmother doesn’t have a lot of time left, but relieved to once again be executor of the estate. Knowing that her cousin can’t displace their grandmother gave Temple so much peace.
Temple is somewhere finalizing last minute payment issues with the caterer, so I’m left to my own devices. I wander around the backyard, which frankly looks like something out of a fairy tale book. Shaped topiaries and perfectly trimmed hedges line the walkways. Every now and then there will be a sculpture or statue you’d swear came from a museum.
To say the Thornes have money would be an understatement. I’ve never asked where the money comes from, but if I had to guess I’d say old oil. That kind of fortune is the most common in this part of Houston.
“There you are,” a woman’s voice purrs from behind me. Talon-like nails scrape over my bicep. “I was looking for you.”
I turn to face Rick the Dick’s wife, Lotus.
I take a step backwards to remove her hands from my body. “Why are you looking for me?”
“Well, now that we’re family, I thought we could get to know each other a little better.”
I chuckle. “I don’t see any reason we need to get to know each other better.”
She smiles. “I knew it. You won’t be sticking around with frumpy, hot-mess Temple. I can be very discreet, you know.”
I shake my head. “Not what I meant at all.”
Her eyes rake over my frame and I suppress a shudder.
“Rick is not very well equipped to please a woman like myself, if you know what I mean. But I bet you’re packing some serious heat between your legs, aren’t you, big boy?”
“Wow, you are brazen aren’t you?”
“That and so much more.”
“I actually know all I need to know about you,” I say.
Her hand goes to her chest as if she’s surprised. It’s a not-so-veiled movement to draw my eyes to her tits. But I’m not interested.
“We can learn all kinds of things about one another,” she coos. She closes the distance between us, then puts both of her palms on my chest. “There’s plenty of privacy in the hedge maze.”
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head. “Not interested.”
Her expression wavers. “What?”
“I said I’m not interested in whatever it is that you’re offering. Women like you are only ever after one thing.”
“You don’t know anything about me?” she snaps.
“I know your real name isn’t Lotus. Well, your original name, I should say. You did legally change it to Lotus when you were sixteen.”
Her thin lips purse. “How did you?” she hisses, not even bothering to finish her question.
“I did some intelligence work in the Army. I have skills. Why would a teenage girl change her name from Meredith to Lotus?” I feign curiosity. “I’m guessing you had aspirations of becoming a stripper or Vegas show girl. Am I close?”
“You’re a dick,” she says.
“Maybe,” I say with a shrug. “But I’m a happily married dick who does not cheat on his wife.”
“Asshole,” she snaps, then marches away from me.
“Thank you for saying that to her,” Temple’s voice comes from behind me.
I turn to find my wife. “I meant it.” I cup her cheek and she leans into my touch.
Then a look of sheer determination covers her face. She grabs my hand and leads me further into the yard.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“You’ll see.”
She pulls me towards the hedge maze, and then inside it. We enter deeper, but she seems to know where she’s going. Finally we get to a dead end, but it’s a cozy little spot with a stone bench and a climbing flowering vine behind it. She pushes me down until I sit on the bench.
Then she gets on her knees in front of me, her body wedging between my thighs.
“What are you doing, wife?”
Her pretty blue eyes look up at me, but her hands go straight to the button and zipper of my trousers. Then her hand is pulling my erection out of my boxers. She tucks the waistband under my balls.
She reaches for me, and when her hand wraps around my cock, I nearly forget how to breathe. Her tongue swipes out, licking me. Right at the tip. Just a soft, slow taste.
“Fuck—” I swear and lean back against the hedge wall. My attempt to give her more room, more access, more everything
“Ah, Angel, you don’t have to?—”
She meets my gaze and cocks one brow at me. “Flynn, be quiet.” Her voice is stern, wicked, and laced with heat. Like a naughty schoolteacher. “I don’t want to hear another word unless it’s to guide or praise me. Understood?”
I smile. Can’t help it. This woman has no idea how she undoes me. I nod. “Yes, ma’am.”
She keeps her wide eyes locked on mine as she leans forward and takes the tip of me into her mouth. Her lips stretch around the fat head. I thread my fingers into her soft hair, fisting it on instinct. Not to control her. Just to feel her. To know this isn’t a dream, or a fantasy I’ve been nursing since she showed up on my porch with that damn diamond ring and her sweet, sweet smile.
Her hand wraps around the base of me, her fingers barely able to meet, as she swallows more of my dick. Her lips and tongue move in slow, torturous movements. Then she moans, the vibrations rocking through me, and I return the noise.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, wife? Look at you with your pretty mouth wrapped around me like that. I bet you’re soaked between your thighs. Aren’t you?”
She whimpers and gives a slight nod but doesn’t release my cock. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me harder.
“Goddamn, Temple. Your mouth feels incredible. I’m not going to last.
She licks at a bead of precum, then keeps working me with her mouth, swirling her tongue and pumping her hand. My hips buck upwards. I can’t help it. I don’t want to choke her, but the urge to fuck is too strong.
“Temple, love, you… oh God, that feels amazing. Don’t fucking stop.”
She wasn’t going to stop. I knew that. I could see it in the determined look in her eyes. In fact, she slips her free hand beneath her skirt, and I know exactly what she’s doing. My whole body shudders.
“Angel, are you touching yourself?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “Do you have any idea how sexy that is? That sucking my cock is turning you on? You’re a goddamn fantasy come to life, do you know that?”
She moans— moans, long and loud —and the vibration nearly sends me over the edge.
“Are you soaked?” I ask.
She nods, mouth still full of me, eyes still locked on mine.
“I want you to come with me. Can you do that, Angel? Can you make yourself come?”
Another moan. Another swirl of her tongue. She’s working herself in rhythm with her hand on me. She’s getting close; I see it in her face, the tension building in her body.
Her cheeks hollow again. I see goddamn stars.
“Tell me you’re close, Temple. Fuck, it’s so good. I’m going to come—” I try to ease her mouth off of me, but she shakes her head, taking me even deeper into her throat.
That’s all it takes and I’m coming. Spilling down her throat with a groan I don’t even try to muffle.
She comes too. Her eyes closed, body trembling, whimpers muffled by my dick in her mouth.
As soon as our climaxes subside, I reach for her. Scoop her up off the ground and cradle her into my lap. She curls into me without hesitation, her breath warm against my neck, her heart beating as fast as mine.
I press my lips to her temple and whisper against her skin, “You’re unbelievable.”