Page 80 of Praised
I liked that he referred to his home that way, like it was a place for both of us to go. Like he expected me to come home with him when our outing was done. With any other man that would have infuriated me, but with Flynn…it made me feel very safe and very protected.
“My friends are normally upstairs,” he said, the music almost immediately drowning out the sound of his voice. “Did you want to get a drink first?”
I looked up at Flynn and batted my lashes, hooking one of my fingers behind the placket of his shirt and pulling him down closer to me. “That’s up to you, Sir.”
He growled in response, and I couldn’t fight the laugh that bubbled up out of me. I was absolutely and admittedly drunk with power, but I was far from under the illusion that Flynn was ever anything besides in control. He would have gotten onto his knees for me if I asked, but he knew that wasn’t what I really wanted. I just wanted to see if he would. Maybe it was a bit of a test, but that felt reasonable.
“It does something to me when you call me that.” He said the words right into my ear, one hand braced against the bar behind me and the other gentle against my waist.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Do you want me to fuck you in a dark corner before we even make it home?”
I grinned. “I’ll have a Sprite, Sir.”
Flynn exhaled loudly and righted himself, taking our joined hands and using mine to adjust the bulge between his legs. Heat pooled low in my stomach at the feel of him. The knowledge that I was the one to put him on edge, to shove him over, and bring him back all at the same time? It was amazing.
Again.
Drunk with power.
But I didn’t want to take advantage. I didn’t want to lose my grip.
I wanted to get comfortable enough to allow Flynn the opportunity to give me all of the thingshesaid I deserved.
Over my head, he ordered drinks and I scanned the crowd, curious if there were any familiar faces. I half expected to see Drake’s bright pink hair, but it had been a few days since I’d connected with him and I didn’t know what his plans were. I needed to be better about staying in touch, especially after the way he’d fielded Cody for me, but I was wrapped up with work, and Flynn, and fucking Flynn, and sucking Flynn, and—
“Here’s your drink.”
Flynn handed me a small glass filled with bubbling soda and a slice of lime. He had a whiskey in one hand, as usual, and my hand in the other. I was happy to follow behind, letting him navigate us around the corners of the dance floor. I didn’t have to watch where I was going or worry about who was in my way. He moved us through the crowd like it had been practiced ahead of time, and a quiet voice in the back of my head wondered if that was what he meant when he talked about all the Sir things.
I knew it wasn’t only for sex, but…
At the base of the stairs to the loft, he stopped and turned to face me, his expression almost worried and very serious.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
His attention flickered toward the loft before falling back to me. “My friends and I…we don’t really have boundaries,” he said.
“Are you telling me that you fuck them? Because I was under the impression that—”
“Jesus, no.” Flynn raised up the hand with his drink, brows knitting together and his whole face turning sour. “I just told you I wanted to come inside of you. I didn’t take that lightly.”
A couple stumbled into us with a laugh, pushing past us and heading up the stairs. Flynn grabbed my hand with a grunt and hauled us out of the way and toward the wall, very close to where we had our first kiss.
“Not to misdirect, but if I didn’t tell you earlier, I liked that whole train of thought you were on,” I said. “We should get tested.”
“And we will, but that wasn’t the point.”
“Boundaries,” He repeated his statement from earlier. “We share beds sometimes. Share partners others.”
“Often?” I tilted my head to the side, more curious than anything else.
“When the situation allows,” he said. “Not since you. Not…there’s no infidelity.”
“Are you poly?”
It felt like something I should have asked ages ago, and the way Flynn shifted his weight nervously from foot to foot didn’t do much to alleviate my worries.
