“I mean that everywhere I went, I saw you there. I pictured you on the green hills of Ireland. On the snowy plains of the Ukraine. In the slopes of the Alps. In the gondolas of Venice. In front of the Kremlin. On the Temple Mound. I’d take a picture, and then I’d turn and catch you out of the corner of my eye. Just beyond my sight. I never went anywhere that I didn’t see you, Ali. You were with me all the time.”
Her brown eyes filled with tears that overflowed and landed on my chest. “Flynn, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. And you have no idea how much that means to me.”
I trailed one hand down her spine to her perfect ass. “Does it mean enough for you to go downstairs and bring us some chocolate cake?”
She rolled her eyes. “Why don’t we just go downstairs and eat it at the table, like civilized folk?”
“Because.” I rolled her under me again and sucked lightly on her neck. “If you bring it up here, I can eat it off your boobs. And your stomach. And your—”
“Okay, okay.” She wriggled out from under my body. “You convinced me.” She pulled the blanket off me and wrapped it around her, tucking it beneath her arms. “But only if I get to eat the vanilla ice cream off you.”
“Oh, baby. It’s a deal.”
I WOKE UP SUNDAY morning with Flynn’s hand on my breast, his cock at my back and the lingering scent of chocolate in the air. I smiled. I couldn’t think of a better way to begin a day.
Turning in his arms, I wriggled downward until I was eye-to-eye with his morning wood. Since I was going for the element of surprise, I didn’t touch him until I took him into my mouth.
Flynn groaned, and his hands groped for my head. “Ali?” His voice was groggy with sleep.
“I should hope so.” I licked around the head, holding him in one hand. “If you’re going to wake up with your dick in someone’s mouth, it better be mine.”
“My sentiments exactly. Fuck, Ali. Aw, fuck. You’re killing me.”
“Not yet.” I bobbed my head up and down, sucking lightly. When his breath had turned to strangled gasps, I sat up, positioned myself over him and sank down, taking him completely inside me.
“Oh, my God, Ali. Yeah. Ride me. Ride me hard.”
I lifted up until he was nearly out of me, and then plunged down again. He was close, and so was I. I undulated my hips, taking him as deep as I could.
“Ali—babe—touch yourself. Let me see you make yourself come.”
“Like this?” I brought my fingers to my boobs, pinching my nipples. The sensation shot straight to my center.
“Yeah. Like that. Now your pussy. Touch your pussy.”
I kept my eyes on Flynn’s as I slid my fingers between my legs. I was already so close, and feeling my own wetness at the spot where our bodies joined pushed me over the edge.
I gasped out his name as I came. Flynn grasped my hips and arched into me, his body tensing as he found his own release. I collapsed onto his chest, still panting.
“That’s about the nicest way to wake up ever.” Flynn’s breath caressed my ear. “Can I sign up for that every day?”
I smiled. “It might be a little bit of a hardship for me to get over to your house every morning. And your mom might object, too.”
He stroked my spine. “What if you didn’t have to go that far? What if . . . we were all in the same house, you and Bridge and me?”
I stilled. I wanted what he was saying. I wanted it to be reality. At the same time, it still terrified me.
“Hmmm.” I kissed the edge of the tattoo over his heart. “That’s something to think about.”
“That doesn’t sound very enthusiastic.” He was teasing, but I was afraid I heard hurt in his voice.
“I want that, Flynn. But we need to move slowly. We need to ease into this, into the new idea of us.”
“Because of Bridget?”
“Partly. And because of me, too. I just need a little time.”
He studied me, his eyes unreadable. “We’ve been together twelve years, Ali.”
