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“Your time out is over,” I said, ignoring him. “Do you want them to watchme?”
“Yes.”
Another spasm down the length of my cock, but that one was impossible to hide. Flynn watched the way I shuffled my weight around, his eyes narrowed and focused like the predator he was.
I let my hand fall to his waist, fingers dancing across the top of his belt. “Would you like showing off what’s yours?”
Flynn’s nostrils flared, and I was certain we both thought about the new underwear he’d just dressed me up in before we left.
“Yes.”
“Do you trust me to stop you if I’m uncomfortable?”
He inhaled a sharp breath, gaze dragging over my face as if he’d find the answer there. The silence stretched and he kept watching me, and I kept looking back at him with the same quiet expression I’d started with.
“Yes.”
“Questions are over.”
I’d barely gotten the words out before Flynn moved in. With a quick movement, he set his glass on a table and walked me back against the wall. His hands were free and he grabbed the underside of my thighs, hoisting me up until our mouths were level, then he angled his head and crashed our lips together.
The ferocity of the kiss caught me off-guard, and my Sprite fell out of my hand, shattering at his feet. If it got him wet, Flynn didn’t give any indication, instead wrapping my legs around his waist and spearing his tongue into the depths of my mouth. I slid my now free hands around his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair as he deepened the kiss.
Flynn’s cock was hard and hot, pushed against my ass like if he had the power to fuck me through all of our layers of clothing, he would have managed it. He pressed my back against the wall to hold me steady, then his hands trailed up my legs and my sides, down my arms and somehow around to my head. He kissed me and held me until everything had gone blurry and hazy, and I couldn’t remember why I’d ever not been sure of this man in the first place.
Because this kiss was so much like the first, but I knew Flynn better than I had that night. I’d become familiar with his hands and his body, his mouth, his moans. Flynn kissed me like he was in love with me, like he had been from the start. And that should have been an absurd idea, but I couldn’t find a single shred of disbelief in me. Every action he’d taken lined up with the theory, and by the time he broke away for a breath, he’d proven the hypothesis.
I wished I hadn’t been so quick to end the game because I knew Flynn would never lie to me, and the question was on the tip of my tongue…somewhere in the back of his throat.
“There’s rooms upstairs made for this kind of thing,” a voice said, very close to both our ears.
“Fuck off,” Flynn muttered, barely moving away enough to get the words out.
Even at his denial, he slowed the kiss and I managed to pry my eyes open, finding a rather amused-looking Grayson standing half behind him with a young man I’d never met with him.
“You’re an animal.” Grayson smacked the back of Flynn’s head, and Flynn rested his forehead against mine, breath hot against my already kiss-swollen lips. “Let Rose down.”
I would have been happy to let Flynn fuck me into the wall, but there was more to whatever was between us than sex, so I gave my hips a wiggle and let my legs unwrap from his waist. Slowly, he lowered me to the floor and stood back at his full height, which dwarfed the three of us.
I patted my lips with the tips of my fingers, and Flynn scrubbed a frustrated hand down his face. I grabbed it and brought it to my mouth, kissing his fingers before letting his hand fall away.
My heart skipped, letting me know Flynn wasn’t the only one in love, and I promised myself I would tell him.
Sooner rather than later.
Just not right then, because Grayson made a show of looking down at the massive erections between our legs and scoffing. He waved Flynn off and grabbed me by the crook of my arm, tugging me out from the pocket made by the wall and Flynn’s imposing figure. I threw a glance over my shoulder, relieved to find Flynn looking relaxed, his mouth angled up into a quiet kind of laugh as Grayson hauled me away.
“Figure out how to get that under control, Rose,” Grayson said, pulling me and the third man back toward the stairs. “Because this is Owen. Owen, this is Rose, and I think the two of you are going to be great friends.”
CHAPTER27
FLYNN
Knowing Rose was in safe—ifnot impulsive—hands, I took a minute to recover my breath and my composure after Grayson and Owen hauled him up the stairs. Rose, for his part, seemed comfortable enough with Grayson from their first meeting that I didn’t feel the need to interfere. My suspicions were confirmed when I did make it up the stairs and found the three of them leaning against a wall in the corner. Grayson had a drink and an animated expression on his face while he talked and gestured wildly with his hands.
“He’s settling in well,” Dalton said from the couch, prompting me to tear my attention away from Rose and let it land on my friends.
Dalton sat on the couch with Archie beside him, who eyed Owen like a hawk. Rob sat alone at a chair across from them, back to Grayson.
