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“Love should be easy,” I said.
“And it is.” He set another fingertip against my mouth, pinching my lips to stop me from talking. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, and I will not have you sit here with my cum up your ass and on your tongue while you try to tell me otherwise.”
He let his hand fall away, but only to shift onto his hands and knees, and then onto his ass. We were still barely level, considering how short I was, but he stared down at me with as serious of an expression as he always had.
“I won’t hear any more of this slander,” he said. “Don’t even start on it. Not after all the truths you told us both in front of that mirror.”
I swallowed back any remaining protests that would have dared slip out, because Flynn was right.
“I’m sorry. It’s…it’s an old habit.”
“I have some of those myself,” he said, reaching for my hands and accidentally pulling me across the closet and onto his lap. “They’re nothing to apologize for.”
“I love you,” I told him again. “I really do. I love you so much.”
“I love you so much,” he repeated. “I also love that your cum is so deep inside of me that it’s probably still going to be there in the morning.”
“Oh, my God.” I buried my face against his shoulder, and he laughed, rearranging me on his lap so he could stand with me wrapped around him.
“The only thing that feels better than your cock inside my ass is mine inside yours,” he said, carrying me toward the bedroom. “And even then, it’s averyclose second.”
“Then I’ll have to try harder next time.”
Flynn dropped me onto the comforter, and I kicked it out of the way, sheets included, to make room for us. He crawled in with me and reached for the fireplace remote, turning it on high before stretching out one of his arms to make room for me against his chest.
With my cheek pressed against his sternum, I could tell his heart hadn’t slowed from earlier. It hammered out a steady and quick pace against my ear. I rested one of my hands against my own chest, curious if the beats matched. They were close, but not in time, instead beating out a near constant vibration through my body from one side or the other.
We lay like that for what felt like hours, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Across the room, the fire crackled, and the sweat on our skin dried until our bodies warmed up from the contact and the sheets. Flynn folded his arm in and worked his fingers through my hair, then bent to kiss the top of my head.
“Tomorrow morning I want to make you breakfast,” he murmured.
“I think we can arrange that.”
“Then I want to bend you over the back of my very new and un-sexed couch and fuck you until you can’t see straight.”
Even though my balls were absolutely, one hundred percent, completely and fully drained, my cock twitched at the promise, poking against Flynn’s thigh. He laughed and took my hand, pressing it against his dick, which had done the same.
“And then what?” I asked, smiling against him.
His cock was hot and smooth in my hand, and I was happy just to hold him there, another part of his body against mine. Another piece of him that belonged to me.
“Admittedly, Rose.” I could hear the smile in voice, followed by a short yawn. “I have no idea.”
I closed my eyes, using my toes to grab the sheet and pull it up until I could get my hand around it, then I tugged it higher and tucked us both in.
I found it somehow reassuring that Flynn didn’t know what came next. I knew he wasn’t speaking so much to what the rest of our Saturday was going to look like, but more of an uncertainty about our future together. Not meaning that there was any possibility of being without him, because now that I’d allowed myself to get used to him, there was no chance in hell of me giving him up without a fight. But more to mean that he didn’t know what the next step was, the next goal post.
We were both in this together and we were both new to so many things about what it meant to be with each other. There was compromise, sure, but there was happiness, and love, and obviously really great sex.
“I hope that you dream about me tonight,” Flynn whispered.
I wiggled against him until our faces were close enough for me to steal a kiss, and then I gave him a truth. I hoped he would take it for the compliment—for the praise—it was. Flynn had come in like a cyclone and turned my world upside down, and considering our relationship had started as a kiss on a dare and turned into something bigger than us both, I knew I was the luckiest fool on the planet.
“I’ve dreamed about you my whole life. I don’t think I’ll stop now.”
CHAPTER33
FLYNN
