Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
June
There’s a hotel across the street from Segerstrom Concert Hall, so that’s where we go.
“I have a credit card now,” Flynn says as we enter the lobby with me hanging from him, lips on his neck, hands snaking up the back of his shirt.
“Great,” I mumble. “Give it to them before we take off our clothes.”
He chuckles, trying to dig out his wallet from his pocket. “We need a room,” he says to the gentleman at the front desk.
“Do you have a reservation?”
“No,” Flynn says.
“Would you like a king room or two queens?”
“We probably won’t make it past the elevator, but just in case, let’s do a king room,” Flynn says.
I giggle, nibbling at his earlobe.
“Driver’s license,” the guy says.
Flynn hands him his credit card and driver’s license. The guy gets us keys to the room in record time, probably to get our PDA out of the lobby.
We step into the elevator, and he drops my bag at his feet and buries his fingers in my hair and tongue in my mouth, pushing me against the back wall, his leg wedged between mine.
Our needy hands don’t let go.
Not down the hallway.
Not in the hotel room.
Not when we reach the bed.
I sit on the edge with him standing in front of me. He pulls off my dress and I unbutton his pants.
Shirt.
Underwear.
“Oh god …” I arch my back as he sinks into me, pushing my hands above my head.
He dips his head, trapping my nipple between his teeth, and I moan.
“Flynn …”
He grins before doing it to my other nipple. It sends an intense, electric sensation straight between my legs.
“Zoya,” he whispers over my lips.
I press my palms to his face to stop him before he kisses me. “Say it again.” I brush my thumb over his bottom lip.
Flynn grins, rocking his hips with mine. “Zoya … Juju … June … Malone.” He kisses me, swallowing my giggle.
This man owns my heart, all its pieces, the fragile cracks, and every single beat. Grandma Juni thinks music will always be my first love, but she’s wrong.
June, I don’t want you to fit into my world. I want you to be my world.
I will replay his words in my head for the rest of my life.
He rolls us over, hands sliding down my back to my ass. I sit up, and he does too. When he curls my hair behind my ears before kissing me, I get a little emotional. This love is so big.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I repeat, kissing Flynn’s face, neck, and chest, early the next morning.
He chuckles. “I don’t know what’s happening, but don’t stop. In fact, go a little lower.”
I grin, shimmying myself on top of him so our faces are hidden under my hair. “I’m making up for all the times someone should have said ‘I love you’ but didn’t.”
He gets a funny look with some tension along his brow.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. It’s just you know I’m going to mess up and break your heart again. That was established last night.”
I kiss the corner of his mouth. “Yes, but can you give me a little break? Maybe wait until my grandma finishes her treatment before you mess with my heart again.”
He rolls us to the side so our legs are scissored. “How is she?”
“It’s hard to say. She’s good at pretending things are fine even when they aren’t.
She’s had several months of treatment that she doesn’t want, and the doctors are cautiously optimistic.
It’s malignant melanoma that has spread to distant lymph nodes.
She’s doing targeted immunotherapy, a new experimental drug.
She has several alternative health practitioners she sees. We’re literally trying everything.”
“Why doesn’t she want the treatment?”
I adjust my head on his arm and tease my fingers along the stubble on his jaw.
“At first, I think she was in denial because she didn’t feel sick.
Now she has some obvious bad days and more symptoms, but I don’t know if it’s from the cancer or the treatment.
She was at the concert last night. Did you see her get into the vehicle? ”
He shakes his head.
“Well, thankfully yesterday was a good day. Of course, her doctors don’t like her in big crowds because she’s immunocompromised, but she won’t miss my performances. It’s the reason she’s doing treatment.” I lean in and kiss him.
He pulls away. “What do you mean?”
“She wasn’t going to do it, but she wanted me to perform again, so I agreed to one performance a month for every month she did treatment. Not my band, just me. So I’ve been doing guest performances, but just in California.”
“I’ve seen them,” he says.
I wrinkle my nose. “What? Last night wasn’t your first?”
“I’ve watched YouTube videos. Last night was my first live performance.” He laughs. “I haven’t been here stalking you for months.”
“I can’t believe you’re here now. Last night, I thought I was hallucinating.”
“Speaking of last night, how did you get away without your bodyguard?”
“Grandma Juni told my parents it was time to let go and let me live again. Nobody argues with her. So here we are. I say we have food delivered and stay in bed all day. Go back tomorrow.”
Flynn smirks, kissing his way down my body. “I have no objections to that idea.”
I giggle, threading my hands through his hair as his mouth settles between my spread legs.