Brutal Game (Flynn and Laurel #2)(10)

Indeed. Or think about what those fingers promised but could never approximate. She looked between them, to the half-hard cock between his thighs. She closed her fist around him. If her hand was cold, he didn’t show it. His eyes shut and his head dropped back, and his groan made her feel like the one on top, the one with all the power. He added a third finger, driving inside her to the rhythm of her strokes. In a minute flat she was all but panting for him.

“I’m ready.”

“I’m not,” he murmured, eyes on his hands, plundering her sex.

She squeezed his stiff length. “Liar.”

“Don’t rush me.”

“Tick-tock, Flynn.”

He knocked her hand aside with something approaching a snarl and fisted himself, angled his crown to her lips. He sank deep, not too fast, but not slow enough. A twinge tensed her and she stilled him with a squeeze of his arm.

“Slow. Just to start.”

“Sure.”

He was different when they weren’t role-playing, but in some ways much the same. He was always intense, whether he was issuing orders or holding her down or propped above her in the sunshine, smiling. Just now he was caught somewhere between tender and impatient, his cock easing in slowly even as his eyes shone with need.

“Better?”

“Yeah. I’m good.” She squirted lube onto her fingertips and he sped up. She watched his body in the silvery morning light, marveling that this room had ever seemed cold.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He close his eyes, hips beginning to rush.

“Ooh.” Another cramp jabbed her, the shock of it stealing her breath.

He stopped. “Too rough?”

“Too deep, I think… I’ll get there. Just give me a minute.”

Always the picture of control, he kept his thrusts shallow. Laurel got lost in her own pleasure, in the glorious view, in the sounds of his soft grunts and the smell of his skin and— “Oh!” A cramp to put the first two to shame.

He slowed. “Okay?”

Her legs seized up, stilling his hips. “Hang on.”

He paused, cock seated deep and pulsing sharply, like a wild creature feigning patience.

“It hurt?”

“I’m crampy. Really crampy. Ow, ow ow ow.” She squeezed her eyes shut as her body twinged around him.

He eased out. “Better?”

She released a breath and nodded. “Yeah, thanks. Jeez, that was new. Felt like you were jabbing me right in the cervix.”

“Sexy.”

“You’re huge, but still, that was weird.”

“Is it because of how rough it got last night?”

“No, probably just some Pill side effect. Like maybe my period’s decided to turn up after all.”

His brow furrowed and he moved to sit beside her. “Turn up? You mean it’s late?” That stern expression froze her solid for a beat, but wait, no. Silly. No need to panic.

“Periods don’t really come late when you’re on the Pill,” she said. “They come or they don’t. My first cycle, I skipped it entirely. Another time it only lasted a day. That’s pretty common. But I do feel PMS-y.” The horniness was unusual for that time of the month, but she’d also had an achy back and a general feeling of off-ness the past couple days, of spacy distraction.

“I’d have to google it,” she said. “Maybe your period can come late if your body’s still getting used to the hormones…” The more she spoke, the deeper the barbs of doubt pricked.

“You don’t sound too sure.”

“It’s really, really unlikely that I could be…” She didn’t even want to say the word aloud. “Though I guess I could pick up a test after work, just to put our minds at ease.”

“Maybe.”

Weird. She’d never taken a pregnancy test before, never had any reason to.

What if I was? she wanted to ask. Pregnant.

She had less than a speck of a clue what answer she’d hope to hear from him.

A baby was simply not an option at this point in her life. The only thing about it that made sense was that this man should be the father.

“It’s really unlikely.” She said it to soothe herself as much as Flynn. “I haven’t missed a single pill.” She kept them in her purse, paranoid about forgetting them some night when she was crashing at Flynn’s. Took them each evening at the same time she flossed her teeth, using each chore as a cue to keep her from skipping the other.

“Up to you,” he said.

“I’ll see how I feel after work. Speaking of which, let’s get you taken care of. Clock’s ticking.”

Though his cock was still hard, he smiled and shook his head. “Not half as fun if I can’t get you off. You want my mouth?”

“No, my brain’s kinda hijacked, now. Thanks, though. But seriously, we can do you. I don’t mind.”

“You’re sleepin’ over tonight, right? I’ll save it up.”

“Oh good, I’ll be in for the mauling of a lifetime.”

He grinned. “You know it.”

“Right. Let me hop in the shower and we’ll get this show on the road.”

“You want coffee?”

“I’d love coffee, thank you.”