Chapter 46 #2
“Nothing.” Heaven’s the first to recover. “Want me to get you both a plate?” She grins. “Sounds like you need it to keep up your stamina.”
Flynn looks at me with his brow raised. I point to Tempest. “Blame him. He was complaining about the noise we were making.”
Tempest doesn’t look contrite as he points to me. “You, not him.”
Understanding dawns on Flynn, and he grins. “What can I say? And yeah, Heaven, top my plate right up. I need sustenance to keep up with my woman’s needs.”
The club girls start plating up, and when Star comes over to me and hands me my breakfast, she whispers into my ear. “You’re a lucky bitch.”
Am I wrong not to even try to hide my smirk?
With his healing going at a slow pace, we had to be inventive about our sex life, and while I loved the orgasms he gave me, I longed for the time I could say I was no longer a virgin, though seeing as how inventive he was with his fingers, that was probably just a technicality.
Today marks three weeks since Malachi injured my man so badly, and on every one of those days I’ve hoped he’s burning in hell for the damage he’d done.
Flynn and I have settled into an easy relationship, reigniting the friendship that had grown between us in the cabin.
Given his limitations, he wasn’t able to work at Royals, and I was an unemployed, no-longer-student.
We’d briefly discussed whether I should restart my studies at the University in Tucson.
But I was in no hurry, to be honest, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to continue in the forensics field.
How would it work if I was in law enforcement and my family lived on the other side of the line?
And family was what they’d become to me.
Flynn told me there was no hurry. I could take my time deciding what I want.
Part of me had been intrigued when they’d mentioned me being their cleaner — at least when I’d found out what it meant.
I might decide to resume my studies just to give back to the men who’d helped me so much.
For now, Flynn seemed content I was his full-time companion, as I kept him from going stir-crazy and bored.
Although the club had a fully equipped gym, and there would come a point when Flynn would need to exercise to regain his strength, given that his injuries were severe bruising, resting was the best medicine to help him recover.
We spent time in the clubroom, resorting to the activities that had kept us going before.
“Snap!” Flynn shouts. “You weren’t paying attention.”
I hadn’t been, I’d been lost in my head. But now this is war. We’re one game all, and the next I’m determined to win.
Cards fly down on the table, each of us slamming them down. This time I’m quicker than him. “Snap!”
“What the fuck?” Woody enters, and snorts a laugh. “What the hell are you playing?”
“Snap,” Flynn informs him. “Want to join in?”
I didn’t expect it, but he sets the bottle of beer he was carrying down on the table, pulls up a chair, and Flynn deals him in. I’d never realised the child’s game could become so competitive.
“You’re too slow, old man,” Flynn jibes, as he gathers up the cards again.
“If you weren’t walking wounded, I’d show you how slow I am. And not so much of the fuckin’ old. I’m still in my thirties.”
Other brothers start coming in, and soon we’ve attracted an audience.
“Fuck Snap, why don’t we play poker?” Words states, pulling up a chair.
“I’m in,” Flynn says, then glancing at my face, asks, “You play?” When I shake my head, he tells me to sit close, and he’ll teach me.
But I shake my head. “Don’t mind me. I’ll watch.”
“Hey, anyone else want in?”
I park my ass on the adjacent table and watch as it fills up and they start playing.
Freak, I quickly decide, has the edge, as the ever-growing pile of dollars seem to gravitate toward him.
Trixie, though, looks to be giving him a good run for his money.
Then, Flynn gets a winning hand, and I cheer for him.
I’ve caught his attention. All I’m doing is sitting, swinging my legs, but I can see the spark in his eye. He loses the next hand, and the dollars he’d gained. The next game, he quickly folds, and leaves the table, coming to me.
“Got better things we could be doing.”
I suspect I know exactly what he wants, and I'm just as eager as he is. Pushing past, I lead the way up the stairs and into our room.
“Give me a sec,” I tell him, as I disappear into the bathroom.
All the sodas I’ve been drinking have caught up with me.
I’m out within a minute, and remembering my phone needs to charge, I go to the nightstand, locate the correct lead and plug it in.
Behind me I hear the sound of Flynn getting onto the bed.
“Jayne, look.” I swing around to see him kneeling on the mattress. Actually kneeling.
My brows form a V. “Are you supposed to be doing that?”
His eyes sparkle. “Well, I can. You know what this means, don’t you?” Not giving me a chance to respond, he reaches for me, and when he gets hold of my hand, yanks me toward him. Off balanced, giggling, I fall on the bed.
Wasting no time, he plants his mouth on mine, his lips moving sensuously, his tongue invading, his hand gripping my hair in the way he’s learned I like, pulling me close.
He rolls so he’s on top, while never breaking our connection.
Little zings of pleasure like electric shocks go through me as our tongues glide together.
Suddenly he lifts his head, and his hands now find the bottom of my shirt and, as he encourages me to rise, I let him pull it over my head. He disposes of my bra quickly.
Is this it? Is it today? My breathing quickens in anticipation. Part of me thinks I should be cautioning him, he’s got to be hurting, but I can’t bring myself to tell him to stop. When he lowers his head and starts sucking my nipple, I throw my head back.
He pauses only to tell me, “I’m gonna fuck you tonight, babe. I can’t fuckin’ wait to get inside you.”
“Then don’t wait,” I breathily reply. “Flynn, I need you.”
Slightly awkwardly, letting me know he’s still hurting, he moves down the bed, undoing my shorts and pulling both them and my panties down. He rolls to his side, I lift my hips, and he tears my underwear off.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous.”
I see him staring at my pussy. I can’t be embarrassed, not after having sat on his face regularly for the past weeks. “It’s not something you’ve not seen before.”
He gives a lewd grin. “But not from this angle.”
He’s taken too long. “Are you just going to stare at it?”
In answer, he breathes out air directly over my clit. I quickly realise he doesn’t even need to touch me to make me clench in anticipation. Then, at last, he lowers his head.
He’s made me come on his tongue and fingers so many times I think I know what to expect, but in this position it’s completely different.
He’s able to place his arm over my lower stomach holding me in place, and the extra pressure seems to ramp up my desire.
As he gets to work, sucking, then using his talented tongue on my clit, I start writhing, it seems he can get his fingers in deeper.
He’s found my G-spot before, this is something else.
A little more pressure? A different angle?
I don’t know what it is, but before I know it, my muscles quiver, tense, and my back bows as I go over in the most intense orgasm he’s given me so far.
He brings me down, then ramps up his sensual assault all over again.
Stars, planets, the whole fucking universe seems to swirl in front of my eyes.
I’m out of breath and panting for air by the time that he stops.
Before I realise he’s moved position, I feel his lips on mine.
I’ve tasted myself on him before, but now his short beard drips with my essence. It’s sexy as hell.
All too soon he ends the kiss, leans back on his haunches, reaches to the nightstand and takes out a mega box of condoms — the same ones I saw when he locked me in his room in the bunkhouse what seems like a lifetime ago.
“You going to have to brush the dust off that box?” I grin toward him.
His lips quirk as he makes a show of doing so. “I think I’ve freed a couple of moths,” he retorts. “But woman, think we’re going to blow through these fast now that I’ve got you exactly where I want you.”
“Can I try before I buy?” When his eyes go wide, I shrug, “Well, I don’t want to commit when I’ve not sampled the goods…” I shriek as he grabs hold of my hands.
“Woman, you’re already mine.”
“You think?”
“I don’t think, I fuckin’ know it,” he growls, as he tears the wrapper and extracts the condom. I watch entranced as slowly he slides it on. Then his eyes meet mine, “Fuck knows why you’re here with me. You could go anywhere, be anything. You know you could have money if you want it.”
I sit up, cupping my hand around his cheek. “I’m here because I love you.”
He rests his forehead against mine for a moment. “I love you too. So fuckin’ much. If you’re stupid enough to tie yourself to me, then I’m not going to argue.”
“Enough of the talking. We’ve got better things to do.” I snake my hand around him and wrap my fingers around his cock.
His head falls back as he enjoys the sensation for a moment. Then, as if he’s decided tonight he’s the one in control, he pushes me back on the bed, circling my clit with his finger, and testing my slit as if to make sure I’m still wet. Spoiler, I am. And, oh, so ready for him.
“No take backs after this,” he warns. “I’m already addicted to your taste, and being inside you is going to blow my fuckin’ mind.”
“No take backs,” I rasp, my body writhing in anticipation.