Page 63 of Midnight Racers

His mouth covered mine again, both our tongues warring for dominance since the dynamics seem to have changed. Before, there had been an end date attached to our relationship. Now, it felt as if it had been removed. We were already joined in the most intimate way, but I needed more, craved a deeper connection.

As if sensing my mood, Flynn moved away from the wall, and wandering across the kitchen to the window seat beside the huge picture window overlooking the garden. He sat down with my legs still around his waist as we continued to kiss each other. Our movements were small, but there was something about this moment that spoke to me on a soul level. It was no longer frantic, but sensual, as if reassuring ourselves that we were here together.

I slowly rose and fell, impaling myself again and again on his hard length. His strong hands slid around to grip my ass to help me ride him, his lips trailing down my throat.

“Flynn, I—” The words stuck in my throat.

“I know, baby, I know.” The expression in his eyes as he glanced up at me told me he did know. There was a hunger there that made my stomach clench, and a vulnerability that said he was peeling away his layers of protection.

“What’s happening?” I gasped, my head falling back as his tongue created a trail of devastation down to my breasts.

The tip of his tongue circled my right areola. “We’re allowing ourselves freedom.” His teeth grazed my nipple before he sucked.

Freedom tasted freaking awesome right now, especially with his long, thick cock moving slowly in me. We moved as one, pressure building low in my stomach, and tingles created from the friction of his movements. My head fell back while Flynn worked my body with his. I panted, my feet braced on the seat on either side of him to help me undulate on him.

His cock thickened, and his fingers dug into my shoulders as I fell to pieces, an orgasm radiating out from deep in my stomach. His knees came up slightly as I flailed on his cock, milking him as the muscles in my core clamped around him.

“Fuccck,” Flynn muttered as if it was high praise.

I slumped on top of him, my head burrowing into the side of his neck. “I think you broke me,” I said, kissing his skin.

His chuckle vibrated all the way down to his cock still embedded in me. “I doubt I can walk right now.”

“Hmmm.” I pushed him back and snuggled on top of him. “You don’t need to.”

I felt him kiss the top of my head and rest back.

For the first time in my life, I felt safe even though my heart was at risk.

***

Chapter Twenty-One

Flynn

Jordan glared at me from across my desk. “I happened to ask Victoria how Charlotte was, considering she is meant to be staying with her.” His jaw tightened. “Imagine my surprise that she didn’t have a clue what I was talking about.”

I glanced up from pretending to read what was on my laptop. “Change of plan. She didn’t want to worry her mum. She’s staying in one of my maildrop addresses.”

“Are you also staying in that address?” he queried.

“What are you implying?” I asked.

“That I used the same excuse to Zee and Ash when Megan was sleeping safely in my bed every night.” He gave me the look that would make lesser men wither and die. “You are playing with fire and technically she is our employee.”

“Fuck off, Jay. Are you going to advise me about safe sex next?”

“Now that you mention it—”

I cut him off with a wave of my hand. “Since you’re here, we need to discuss the guys who broke into her house.”

“I don’t believe you got there that quickly, by the way,” Jordan said. “Unless you were living in her garage.”

I stared at him blankly. “So, the checks I ran came back. Fuckhead two was known to police and had a nasty tendency to rape women after he beat the crap out of them.” I paused. “Fuckhead three doesn’t have a criminal record, but he is a member of a bike club and tends to hire himself out for personal protection.

“And fuckhead one?” Jordan queried, his eyebrow rising.

“Fuckhead one is friends with Dale Jones. They had a mutual acquaintance by the name of Craig Campbell.”

---