Page 72 of Midnight Racers

“Come on. Let’s get Pixie into the house and you can sit outside in the last of the sunshine. You can even take some peas out for Matilda and Mavis.” He lifted me up and carried me into the house, settling me in the kitchen with a cool glass of water while he went and retrieved an irritable Pixie.

When my stomach didn’t feel as upset, I wandered outside with a bowl of peas. Matilda and Mavis ran over excitedly to see what treats I’d brought them since it had become part of my daily routine to come out and feed them. Pixie had joined me lately, trying to swipe them with her paw.

I’d never realised that geese were affectionate and liked hugs. Over the past week or so, I’d taken to sitting close to the large pond Flynn had created. There was a massive oak tree with a wide trunk that I sat with my back against. Matilda and Mavis tended to cuddle in beside me after treats and sleep with their heads resting on me.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think of the danger that currently surrounded me. Flynn found me still sitting here as the light was fading. He stood over me with a lopsided grin on his face.

“Dinner is ready. Come on.” He held his hand out to help me up and caused a commotion with my feathered companions. “Ladies!” He shooed them toward their house for the night, throwing them treats inside.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” I stopped and took in the meals sitting on the kitchen table.

Flynn shrugged once. “I went shopping before picking you up from work. Grandma taught me years ago when Mum was at work. She insisted that I needed to be able to fend for myself when I ventured out into the world.”

The steak was succulent and he’d made crispy potato wedges to accompany it with a corn on the cob smothered in butter. I tried to remember the last time someone had taken care of me the way he had.

“Jordan is putting more surveillance at your house,” he said to fill in the silence that settled as we ate.

“I’m going to put everything into storage and sell it,” I replied. “I don’t think I could ever move back in there again after everything that’s happened.”

“I can understand that, but just leave everything at the moment until we figure this shit out.”

“I can’t stay here forever,” I said, popping another potato wedge into my mouth.

He met my gaze but didn’t comment. Over the past month, I’d come to read his expressions more accurately than I cared to admit. The one currently staring at me said that he had no intention of arguing because he was right and would get his own way. The worst part was that he was normally right because he had the uncanny ability of seeing the huge outline of the picture instead of the small section of it that we were currently located in.

We were sitting in the living room watching a series we were halfway through when his hand kept rubbing my thigh absently.

“That’s the second time you teased me today,” I said, my legs widening slightly. “First at work and right now.”

He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me effortlessly onto his lap, my legs straddling his hips. He clutched my ass and hauled me forward until our pelvises ground together.

“You feel up to sex after being sick?”

I leaned forward until our noses touched. “As long as you keep your cock away from my ass, then I’m willing.”

“Sounds like a kinky version of ‘Old MacDonald Had a Farm,’” Flynn replied, his lips ghosting over mine.

His kisses drugged, and his hands created magic everywhere they touched. I lost myself in the sensations he created. Flynn easily stood, taking me with him, his kisses deepening as he carried me upstairs. We stopped a few times to lean against the wall, completely oblivious to the rest of the world because all that mattered were the two of us and this connection that got stronger every day.

Flynn carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed, slowly stripping our clothes off one at a time until both of us were naked. Our bodies moved in exploration of each other as we touched and caressed, kissed and nipped exploratory routes.

His lips and tongue left me writhing under him, clinging to him when I felt like I was going to fall off the edge of the world. The flesh between my thighs tingled with awareness, his tongue teasing and probing until my back arched and I screamed in ecstasy. My fingers tugged his hair, my feet digging into his muscles.

There was normally a wildness to Flynn that he barely suppressed in the bedroom, a savagery in his eyes that made butterflies erupt in my chest. Tonight, something had changed, and I couldn’t explain what that was.

He slowly pushed into me, his gaze boring deep and sensually into mine. I was unable to look away, completely captivated by this moment. His thrusts were deep and penetrating, slow and rhythmic. We were locked together, my body wrapped around his. His movements were so slow that I felt every drag and push of his cock inside me.

We were no longer two people, but one entity moving together.

“Flynn,” I gasped when he rotated his hips and ground his pelvis into mine.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”

My mouth opened and closed several times before I finally admitted. “I’m yours.”

My core was on fire, the friction of his cock igniting all my nerve endings in an erotic symphony of sensation. Pressure built deep in my lower stomach, like a geyser ready to erupt, every stroke adding to it. Perspiration coated our skin as our own lubricant as we writhed together.

His fingers intertwined with mine as he pinned my hands on either side of my head. He dominated all my responses, his scent invading my senses until I was spiralling out of control.

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