25. Daisy
***Daisy***
Thankfully, Flynn let the conversation drift to his marina and houseboat.
I’d heard Tyler complain over the years that Flynn opening his own marina had caused a bit of a rift in the family.
Tyler hadn’t understood why Flynn would rock the boat when the family was already very well situated.
That had been his exact wording. That the Calloways were very well situated, the kind of rich that used the words well situated.
The estate was evident of their wealth but the three older brothers were down to earth and hardworking, despite not needing to work. They were nothing like Tyler.
Seeing the smaller marina Flynn had built showed me a side of him that I hadn’t expected.
It was much smaller than the family marina but it was beautifully built and maintained.
It was so much quieter, almost peaceful, and the boats that were still in their slips were elegant in a way that stole my breath.
To even call them boats was a joke. They were works of art.
“I just needed something of my own.” Flynn stared out at the lake and then shot me a rueful look.
“Wes didn’t get it. None of them did. We fought for a long time about it but Wes and Max came around.
I’m not competing against the family business.
I only rent spaces to people who want something small and private. ”
“It’s beautiful. Peaceful.” I pointed at the houseboat in the first slip. It was a large creation with a spiral staircase up to a balcony that covered the entire first floor. The gleaming wood and pristine white paint made it a floating piece of modern architecture. “Is that yours?”
His smile widened. “Yeah, that’s Betty.”
I raised my eyebrows as I looked up at him. “Betty?”
His cheeks darkened with a blush. “Boop. I had the biggest crush on her growing up. One of the nannies who watched us loved old cartoons and we spent a long time not relating to any of the kids around us laughing about Blue’s Clues.”
I bit my lip and looked down at my red dress. With my pinup bangs and black eyeliner, my Bettie Page inspired look could easily be turned into a Bettie Boop cosplay. When I looked back up at him he was still blushing but his smirk said he would try to use it to his advantage.
“It’s proof that you’ve been my type for a very long time, Daisy.” He rested his hand on my lower back and gently guided me onto the boat. He instructed me to take my shoes off and I cast him a pouty look. My pumps made the outfit.
When he didn’t budge I slipped my feet out of them and crossed my arms. “I spent a long time making sure I packed the perfect shoes for every outfit.”
He grinned. “They’ll still be perfect when we get off the boat. Promise.”
I wouldn’t admit that the deck felt good under my feet. Slippery, though. The first time my stockinged foot nearly went out from under me, Flynn was there, on his knees, in front of me, hands reaching under my dress. My face opened in a silent shout but he looked up at me and I froze.
“These stockings are insanely hot, sweetheart, but I don’t want you busting your ass on my boat.” His hands stopped on either side of my left thigh and his knuckles grazed the edge of my panties. “They’ve gotta go.”
I held my breath and nodded jerkily. I reasoned with myself that it made sense to take them off.
The floor was so slick and I didn’t want to bust my ass on anyone’s boat.
Absolutely nothing felt reasonable, however, when he slid two fingers into the lace band and started slowly tugging my stocking down my thigh.
His fingers dragged along my skin and left me breathing faster.
“You have the softest skin I’ve ever touched.
” Flynn looked up at me and but I still couldn’t see his eyes.
Slipping his sunglasses off, I bent forward to hook them on the neck of his shirt and daringly let him see down my dress for a second before standing up again.
He closed his eyes slowly and took a few deep breaths.
“I had plans, Daisy. I bought groceries so I could make you something to eat. I bought flowers. They’re inside.
But now, I want to skip all that and just spend the next few hours making you come. ”
I gasped when he abandoned the stockings and trailed his fingers up to my core.
I looked around quickly and saw there were a few people out, most of them wearing shirts with the marina’s name on them.
I squeezed my thighs together and trapped his hand, earning myself a grumpy sound from the grown man on his knees in front of me.
Like I was taking his favorite toy from him. “There are people out here, Flynn.”
He glanced around, swore, and then stood up. Before I could move he had me over his shoulder, one stocking down around my knee, with his hand pinning my dress to my ass. Although, it felt like it was taking a few liberties while it was back there.
“Oh, my God, Flynn. You can’t just pick me up like that! You’re going to-” The rest of my sentence was cut off abruptly when he spanked me.
“You were going to say something bad about yourself, weren’t you?”
“You assumed! And you spanked me for it!” I wiggled but instead of trying to get down, I tried to get higher on his shoulder so I could reach his ass. As soon as I could I started spanking him the same way he’d spanked me. “How do you like it? Huh?”
The world shifted around me as he hauled me off his shoulder and tossed me down on an amazingly soft bed. He immediately crawled over me, staring down with a happy smile on his handsome face. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you in this bed.”
I was almost taken aback by how happy he seemed.
It shifted the energy and I suddenly felt wildly vulnerable.
My heart beat harder as the silence between us stretched, not uncomfortably.
The way he watched me felt almost too big, too open.
He was showing me something I wasn’t sure I was ready to see. Yet I couldn’t look away.
Flynn lowered his body over mine and kissed me. It was slow and gentle, nothing like our other kisses. He took his time dismantling me until I was a needy mess. Each time I tried to rush him he moved even slower. It was as infuriating as it was seductive.
He moved and knelt on the floor in front of the bed. Pulling my stockings off slowly, he pressed kisses on every part of me that he uncovered. He even rubbed my feet and kissed the soles with a tenderness that made me fight to hold in my emotions.
“I’ve wanted this since the moment I met you, Daisy.
” He raised my legs and kissed the back of my knees.
“You were wearing a pink dress that should’ve looked sweet and innocent but you made it look sinful.
You were covered from your neck to your calves but it was pure sexual torture watching you move across the yard. ”
My heart was going to beat right out of my chest. “You remember what I was wearing?”
He spread my thighs and stared down at my core. “I remember everything about you, sweetheart. You’ve haunted me for years and for years a part of me has hated Tyler for having you.”