Today's Promises (Promises #2)(26)

I’m not mad, not in the least. This is the kind of silly fun we never had in the past. And soon I am laughing right along with him. When I’m near hysterics, I fall to my side into the mushy snow.

Once I’ve recovered from my laughing attack, I roll to my side in time to catch Flynn making a snow angel.

As his legs and arms plow through the heavy snow, I prop myself up on an elbow and ask him what I already know, “What the hell are you doing, you foolish guy?”

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” he volleys back.

Before I can answer, he says, “Just get over here and join me. We can make a snow angel couple.”

I join him without hesitation, as I’m already reminded of one of our best memories from the past.

“This is like the day you made the pine-needle angel,” I say, a reference to one of the first times we were ever alone together.

There was a place up in the woods on the Lowry property that we designated early on as all ours. A beautiful copse of tall pines encircled our secret spot, with soaring cliffs nearby. We dreamt of escape up there. And then I did escape when I jumped from one of the cliffs. But before that time came, that was where Flynn and I would go to shut out the world.

Someday I want to go back there with him, to our secret spot. Someday I know we’ll need to go back, in order to move on.

But until that day, we have the here and now. And Flynn is saying, “This is better than the day I made the pine-needle angel.”

I slow my movements to a stop. “Why do you think that?” I ask, curious.

He sits up. “This time we’re not hiding. There’s no need to run. We have nothing to escape. This is just you and me doing what we want.”

He’s right. He’s so damn right.

“It feels good, Flynn,” I say as I stretch my arms way above me. “It feels really, really good. God, I want to stay out here and play with you all night.”

Leaning toward me, and then slowly rolling on top of me, he whispers seductively, “So, let’s stay and play.”





Flynn



Unfortunately, it’s too damn cold to stay in the park and play. Well, let’s just say it’s too chilly for what I have in mind.

Once I have Jaynie back in our room, however, all bets are off.

Wet, snow-covered clothes are peeled from our bodies and scattered across the hardwood floor. There’s giggling and fumbling as we fall onto our bed.

Damn, Jaynie’s damp skin pressed to my own cool flesh feels so f*cking erotic. There’s just something about being cold in some places…and really warm in others.

“Are you warm enough, baby?” I whisper as I press my cheek to hers.

“Mmm, I am, Flynn. I am.” She writhes beneath me.

“Are you wet?” My voice is raw and husky when I ask her that. She groans, and I add, “You are, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she hisses.

“Mmm…” I let my fingers roam, with a verbal promise of “Let’s make you even wetter.”

Minutes later, all I hear are her cries of, “There, Flynn, there… Yes, touch me like that.”

Smug in the knowledge that I know Jaynie’s body as well as my own, I bring her to where she needs to be in no time at all.

But I’m not done yet.

I then trail kisses down her body till I reach her heat. And then it’s wet on wet—me licking, tasting, and just straight-up loving my girl.

Her hands find purchase in my hair, where she grabs hold and pulls at the strands. Hard, then harder, she tugs, her hips quivering under my hands as I give her what I have to offer—pleasure.

“Almost, Flynn,” she chants. “I’m… almost… there.”

And then she is there, quivering and quaking. I move up her body afterward till we’re face-to-face.

One shift of my hips and we’re joined.

But it’s not enough.

I press my hips to her and push myself in as far as I can. “I want you, I love you, I need you,” Jaynie pants in response.

I want and need her too. “I love you,” I say as we move as one. It’s smooth, so smooth, because we’re good at this.

I am close, so close. So, when Jaynie pleads, “Harder. Go harder and faster, Flynn,” I fall over the edge.

Afterward, I hold her in my arms, this beautiful girl, this love of my life.

The snow continues to pile up outside, leaving our little bedroom window painted in streaks of powdery white.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she tells me as we both peer out the window. “I like being snowbound with you.”

Leaning down, I kiss the top of her head. “I know what you mean. It feels like…” I search for the right words. “I don’t know… I guess it kind of feels like we’re the last two people on the planet.”

“It does,” Jaynie agrees, laughing lightly. “And I like that.”

“Me too,” I reply.

I decide then and there that this is another one of those moments I’ll need to hold on to—this beautiful memory of how Jaynie and I played and loved on a late-season snowy night, a night where it was only us.

We had the world to ourselves that evening, if only for a few blissful hours.