Valorous(21)

I can’t begin to fathom how he’d ever fit there, but I trust him to show me how amazing it could be. I want to give him everything, every part of me.

Fully seated inside me, stretching me to my physical and emotional limits, he doesn’t move anything but his finger, in and out of my bottom. “So hot, so tight… I can’t wait to feel your ass gripping my cock.”

I’m losing my mind one small piece at a time. He plays me like a maestro, tuned only to me. And then I’m coming again, harder and stronger than before. He’s right there with me, gasping into my ear as he drives his finger and cock into me at the same time.

I’m a shuddering, trembling mess afterward. My heart beats so fast, I wonder if it will burst free from my chest.

An announcement from the pilot brings me back to reality and reminds me we’re on an airplane. “Good morning, Mr. Godfrey and Ms. Bryant. We hope you slept well.”

Flynn snickers and squeezes my breast gently. “We slept great,” he whispers in my ear.

“We’re about forty-five minutes from arrival at LAX, and we expect a smooth landing. It’s just after eleven p.m. in LA. We’ll have you on the ground shortly.”

“I need a shower,” Flynn says. “Join me?”

“It’s too small for both of us. You go first.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

He kisses my shoulder and withdraws from me slowly and carefully.

The muscles between my legs contract and spasm, making me squirm. I don’t know how I’ll ever look at him again after what we just did. A week ago, the idea of having sex with any man was unthinkable, and now I’m having dirty sex with Flynn and loving it.

He’s certainly given me plenty to think about—and to anticipate. I can’t wait for more.





I’m a f*cking animal. That’s the only possible explanation for what just happened. What was I thinking? This is a woman who was sexually assaulted as a teenager. I’m her first lover—ever. And I’m already pushing her for things far outside the comfort zones of most women, let alone one who has been assaulted. I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t leave me the second we get off this plane.

My hands are shaking as I wash my hair and body. I thought I could control this thing, but I’ve just proven to myself—and her—that I can’t control anything unless I control everything. If I show her that side of me, she’ll leave me for certain, like my ex-wife did, calling me a depraved monster on her way out the door.

If Natalie ever looks at me the way Valerie did, I’ll never survive it. The parallels are not lost on me. The situation now is similar to what it was then, except I love Natalie more than I ever loved the woman I married. It took years to get over the demise of my marriage. If Natalie leaves me, I already know I’ll never get over her.

What just happened can never happen again. I need to watch my f*cking mouth with her and keep my hands where they belong. There’s far too much at stake to risk driving her away by showing her the depths of my desire for her.

I want to f*ck you here. God, did I really say that as I pushed my finger into her ass? A surge of nausea burns my throat when I imagine what she must be thinking right now. She’s shackled herself to a beast who has systematically dismantled her well-ordered life in the short time we’ve been together.

She’s going to hate me before long if I’m not careful. As I soap up my chest, I realize I’m hard again, which has me swearing under my breath. I’m accustomed to indulging my stronger-than-average sex drive, not suppressing it. But I will suppress it before I’ll do anything to scare a woman who has already known more than her share of fear when it comes to men and sex.

And for what it’s worth, I don’t even yet know the full extent of what was done to her, and I’m already pushing her for things even the most sexually seasoned of women often find off-putting. What if that monster Stone sodomized her? What if I brought back painful memories with what I just did?

I feel like I’m having a heart attack as that possibility settles on me. I have to know. Right now. I hastily rinse the soap from my body and grab a towel, drying off as I leave the bathroom.

Natalie is right where I left her, lying on her side, facing away from me. Her exposed shoulder bears a bright red mark from where I bit her in the throes of passion.

I’m horrified and gripped by paralyzing fear. I force myself to walk around the bed and sit next to her. “Are you okay?”