Valorous(20)

I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

He tugs me down to him, our mouths capturing my scream and his groan.

“Fucking Christ,” he whispers against my lips. His arms come around me, anchoring me to him.

With my head on his chest, I can hear the hammering beat of his heart. His fingers burrow into my hair, making my scalp tingle. It never occurred to me before that my scalp could be an erogenous zone. As he continues to pulse and throb inside me, I shiver with aftershocks from my explosive release.

Without losing the connection between us, Flynn pulls the covers up and over me.

Memories of the man who hurt me are never far from my consciousness, but Flynn leaves no room for them. When we are together this way, there’s no time or space for thoughts of anything other than what’s happening right here and now.

“Is it always like this?” I ask him after a long period of silence. “The way it is with us.”

“It’s never like this. Ever.”

His fiercely spoken response makes me smile as his chest hair tickles my nose.

“I’m doing the interview.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

He gives my hair a gentle tug. “You’re being a brat.”

“And you’re being obstinate. I’ve run my own life for a long time. That’s not going to stop just because you’re part of it now.”

“This is different. I have a lot more experience with these kinds of things than you do, and I know all the ways it can go very, very wrong.”

“How can it go any more wrong than it already has?”

He starts to say something but seems to think better of it. “You’d be surprised how that can happen.”

“I don’t want to spend my life hiding out and worrying about what’s around the next corner. I want to face it head-on and put it behind me.”

“I know I’ve said this before, but your strength truly astounds me, Nat.” He spins a lock of my hair around his finger.

“Your love and support make me stronger than I’ve ever been.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

“So I’m doing the interview.”

He sighs deeply. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Go to sleep.”

“I’m doing it.”

I hear a chuckle rattle through his chest and fall asleep with a smile on my face.





I wake much later to intense pressure between my legs and Flynn’s hand on my belly, holding me still as he enters me from behind. Holy moly, that’s hot!

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“No, God, no. It feels amazing.”

“We’ve got to get you on something so we can forgo these f*cking condoms. I want to feel your hot, tight * with nothing between us.”

“Flynn…” I cover the other hand that’s rolling my nipple between two fingers.

“Do you hate when I say things like that?”

“No… That’s never been my favorite word, but when you say it…”

“You get really, really wet when I talk dirty to you.”

Embarrassment sends a flush of heat to my face and breasts.

“Yeah, like that.” He pushes harder, and I feel the course hair that surrounds his penis rub up against my bottom—another part of me that seems to be an erogenous zone. Hell, my whole body is erogenous when he’s touching me.

As if he can read my mind, he moves the hand that was on my belly to my bottom to squeeze and caress me there. His fingers slip between my cheeks to press against my back entrance, making me startle with shock and pleasure.

“Too much?” he asks.

“No.” My voice sounds high and squeaky.

He moves his fingers to where we’re joined and then returns them, slick with wetness, to my anus. Good God… The combination of his thick cock stretching me and his fingers teasing me is almost more than I can take. Then he moves his other hand down between my legs and makes me come so hard I have to bite the pillow to keep from screaming from the pleasure.

I come down from the incredible high to discover his finger is now inside me, not far enough to cause pain, but far enough to force me to confront the dark pleasure of yet another part of my body that’s been awakened to passion.

“I want to f*ck you here,” he growls in my ear as he pushes his finger deeper inside me.