TWO FLYNN
TWO
FLYNN
I was surrounded by my favourite scent—Zee.
It didn’t bother me that she’d just been with another man.
I wasn’t jealous. I didn’t know why that was, but it had never even entered my mind that maybe I should be.
I saw how Ry looked at the men Zali was with—he wanted to tear them apart limb from limb—but that wasn’t me.
I was just happy to be near her, no matter what she was doing.
I couldn’t deny that I wanted Zali. I was as hard as a fence paling right now. Seeing her spread out like that, all sex mussed and beautiful, made me want to crawl between her legs and make love to her for hours.
It was official. I was hopelessly, helplessly in love with her. But that wasn’t news. I’d been in love with her for years, and she genuinely had no idea. I’d made sure to keep that secret securely locked down. I never wanted to risk our friendship by confessing my wayward feelings to her.
And it would risk our friendship.
She was skittish at best. She’d suffered so much loss in her life.
It was no wonder she kept an iron grip on her emotions.
Zali distanced herself from everyone and everything that could hurt her.
She lived her life in a gilded cage. She found men on apps to hook up with.
She worked a solitary job, blocking everything out until she was done.
The multimillion-dollar yacht she lived on was usually moored at a deserted beach she loved when she wasn’t at the marina.
It was her way of raising the drawbridge, preventing anyone from crossing into her castle unless Zali invited them.
I was one of the privileged handful of people who she’d allowed access.
I knew she’d feel betrayed if she ever found out that my feelings were no longer platonic and hadn’t been for a long time.
Anyone would tell me to get over her, to find a willing body and lose myself in them until I slaked my lust. I’d come out as bisexual years ago. That was supposed to double my dating or hookup pool, right? Not quite.
I never conscientiously made the decision to save myself for her. But every time I’d gotten the opportunity to hook up, it didn’t feel right. So, I’d backed out. Maybe I was na?ve, but I wanted sex to mean something. I wanted it to be with Zee.
Or Ry.
Or Ezra.
It was tragic that not one of the three people I wanted saw me like that. Our relationships were purely platonic. Urgh, I hated that word—platonic.
It put so many things out of reach, like me being able to openly love my best friend. But our friendship was enough. It always would be. I’d never trade the moments I had with her, no matter how much I wished it could be different.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been in Zee’s bed with her.
I stayed the night on the yacht a few times a week.
We always slept together, and often I’d wear just my underpants—a heck of a lot less than I was wearing right now.
But every one of those times, we talked until we were tired, then went to sleep wrapped in each other.
I could bury my desire under exhaustion.
I could ignore it no matter how hard it was.
I didn’t often have the pleasure of seeing her juices glistening on her legs and the sheen of sweat still fresh on her body. The woman of my dreams naked and spread out like a dessert buffet inviting me onto her bed was barely resistible.
Add watching Ry going all caveman to the equation, and it was almost too much. I was leaking into my underwear, desperate for touch. I rolled my hips and pressed my hard-as-nails cock into the mattress and bit back my groan. Ah hell, that was good.
I watched Zee sashay into the shower, that gorgeous body on display without a care in the world. I sucked in a breath, and my lungs filled with the scent of sex, instantly catapulting me to the edge of my sanity.
She turned the water on, and I dropped my face into the sheets before breathing deeply again.
I was high on the scent of sex and Zee. My body moved without conscious thought.
I needed friction. Just imagining being inside her had my cock thickening.
I was so close to the edge already. Heck, I’d do anything just to be able to kiss her.
Telling her I loved her and her knowing it was more than friends would be a dream come true.
But sex with Zee? I’d be enacting a fantasy.
My dick was painfully hard. It ached with every throb. I ground my hips into the mattress again, and a skitter of sensation shot through me, lust curling low in my belly. I groaned. Just a little more.
I slid my hand under me and palmed my cock. It throbbed again, my balls drawing up tight. Ah heck, I was going to come if I kept this up.
But I couldn’t stop.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I unzipped and drew my dick out, my fist closing tight around my shaft.
I rolled onto my side to watch Zee in the shower, her back to me as she lathered bodywash over herself.
She danced her fingers over her butt, sliding between her cheeks and rubbing her hole much longer than was necessary.
Lust slammed into me, and I bit my lip to stop my shout.
I thrust into my tight grip and gasped. The copious precum leaking from my cock lubed my grip.
Fireworks exploded at the base of my spine as I ground into my fist. Every one of the piercings from my Jacob’s ladder acted like a lightning rod, the barbells conducting ecstasy like it was electricity passing through me.
I could imagine just how tight Zee would be, but so pliant too.
I’d seen her have sex before. More than once, in fact.
She didn’t have a shy bone in her body—she was a true exhibitionist. But every time I’d watched her, the one thing that stood out to me was how she got off on her partner manhandling her.
She ruled her world like the iron queen she was, but she always had the strongest orgasms when she truly let go, handing over her body to her partner so that he could get her there.
She needed a man to bend her like a pretzel, spread her legs, and plunge inside her tight, wet heat until she screamed.
I whimpered, barely holding back my own orgasm. Feeling her breasts pressed up against my chest through the material of my shirt had been everything. It took every molecule of self-restraint in me not to hike her knee up and sink into her.
The water turned off, and I watched as Zee reached for the towel, showing me every curve of her voluptuous breasts through the steamed-up glass. I wanted to follow the path of those droplets with my mouth, licking every one from her sweet skin.
I shivered, my cock throbbed, and I punched my hips forward, thrusting into my tight grip once more. With my free hand, I rolled my balls, imagining how they’d press against her butt as I sank inside her.
Oh God. I moaned as the first ribbon of cum shot from me, my orgasm stealing my breath.
Ecstasy roared through me, pulsing in my veins as I emptied myself onto the rumpled white sheets.
I was a shivering, panting mess as I inhaled her scent and watched as her hand lingered at her pussy, pressing down on her clit as if she was still needy and unsatisfied.
I bit down on my lip again to stifle a shout as an aftershock shook me, my orgasm renewing at the thought of being able to get her off. My mouth on her, my hands, my cock—I wouldn’t stop until she was a shaking mess, so utterly blissed out that she wouldn’t even be able to stand, never mind walk.
The door to the shower opened, and I quickly wiped the cum from my spent cock, then slid my hand over the sheet, cleaning the excess off.
I stuffed myself back into my underwear and stumbled from the bed, dizzy with the headrush from my orgasm.
I braced myself on the mattress and yanked the fitted sheet up, stripping it from her bed.
The last thing I wanted was for her to find cum stains on her sheets after I’d watched her hookup peel off a condom.
Zee wandered in naked, still drying the strands of her hair around her face. It was almost waist-length, thick, blonde, and shiny with perfect waves. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it so I could help her style it.
“You didn’t need to do that.” She gestured at the sheets I held bundled up in my arms.
“It’s my pleasure,” I responded, my voice raspier than usual. I cleared my throat and nodded toward the hallway. “I’ll pop these into the laundry room, then help you into your dress once you’ve done your makeup.”
“Your fly’s undone.” She gestured to my crotch and pressed her lips together in a small smile.
I choked out a cough, unable to form any words, then exited the room like my butt was on fire.
Outside the doorway, I dropped my bundle and braced my hands on my knees.
I sucked in a breath, then adjusted my dick, squeezing it to try to get it to deflate.
I was still at half-mast despite coming harder than I had for a long time.
After zipping up, I made sure I didn’t have cum stains all over my rented tux.
It took longer than I was proud of to walk back into Zee’s room after depositing the sheets in the laundry.
Every time I thought about her naked, I had to wrangle my cock back into submission.
When I finally made it in there, she was standing in her nude G-string and a pair of stilettos with her makeup applied, so artfully subtle that you’d only think she was wearing lip gloss.
I ran my eyes down her body, and my dick filled again. I swallowed and rasped, “You can totally pull off that look, but let’s get this gorgeous ballgown on you.”
She laid her hand on my forearm, and it halted me in my tracks. “Thank you.”
“I’d do anything for you, Zee. I love you.”
She grinned and rolled her eyes. “You don’t even know what I’m thanking you for.”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Well, thank you for everything, and I love you too.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek, and my heart simultaneously broke and filled to bursting. This right here was why her friendship would always be enough—the small things I did mattered to her.
Her ballgown almost revealed more than it covered, but it was sexy as hell and suited her perfectly.
It was risqué, low-cut with plenty of skin showing, but beautiful too.
She had the body and the height to pull it off, especially in those heels.
Silver thread secured crystals in place on the pale grey fabric.
The design was understated and delicate and looked a little like vines winding up and down her body with intricate leaves and flowers dotted over it.
Zee had told the designer she wanted bold, and she’d delivered in spades.
The whole top half of the dress was basically a thin strap that hooked over her left shoulder and a scarf-like piece attached to it that Zee would wear thrown over her right shoulder.
The skirt was low-cut, meeting at her right leg with a split almost as high as her hip.
Her stomach peeked out too. The whole top half would stay perfectly in place with a mountain of Hollywood tape.
But Zee hated the way it felt on her skin, so she was taking a calculated risk that she wouldn’t fall out of it.
Even if she did, no one would dare comment with Ry there to act as her attack dog.
I dropped to my knees, and Zee rested her hand on my shoulder. I opened the skirt wide enough that she could step into the circle of material and eased it up over her hips. I’d never been more jealous of an inanimate object in my life. Well, other than her towel, anyway.
When I stood, I smiled at her, and she met my grin with a dazzling one of her own.
I adjusted the waist so it sat low on her hips and covered the tiny scrap of material that passed for panties.
I slipped the strap over her shoulder, and my fingers brushed her back, trailing along her silky-smooth skin.
My dick bucked in my pants. I prayed that she didn’t look down and see my erection, or this could get very awkward.
“Do—” I cleared my throat, trying to rid my voice of the rasp, and started again. “Do you want me to leave the other shoulder until we’ve done your hair?”
“Yes, please,” she responded, her voice husky. Her nipples were hard, her skin covered in gooseflesh, and I bit back my groan. Ah hell, I wanted her.
I reached for her waist, sliding my hand along the bare skin of her right side, then closed my eyes and dropped my forehead to hers.
It was something we’d done a million times.
We had a touchy-feely friendship—we both needed the human contact.
Sometimes I felt starved of it, but Zee always made the loneliness that had taken up permanent residence inside me better.
Now it was her touch I was struggling with. Breathing her in was torture.
“How do you want to wear it?”
“Hmm?” she asked as if she’d lost her train of thought.
I pulled back and blinked. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she rasped and splayed her hands on my chest. No doubt she felt my heart racing. “You look handsome.”
“And you’re gorgeous.” I tucked a stray lock of hair back over her shoulder, my fingertips lingering on her collarbone. “You should show off your body. Wear it up.”
“Okay.”
I wanted to lean in to kiss her, to touch my lips to hers and show her what she meant to me.
I wanted her in my arms and to make her as happy as I was just being with her.
I wanted to give her the world. But I’d settle for giving her the platonic love she needed.
I pressed a kiss to her cheek and smiled.
I wanted to do all those things as her lover, but I’d happily be there as her best friend.