Page 15 of Breathing Wisteria
He breaks our kiss, letting out a roar. “Jesus Christ.” His accent is more pronounced, his voice ragged and strained. I roll my hips, the need to move faster, to pull him in deeper, urging me on. All I can hear is the sound of us. Flynn’s harsh grunts as he pushes up forcefully, meeting me thrust for thrust. My low moans as his thick cock hits the perfect spot within me. The gentle sound of our bodies sliding against each other in an act that is far from gentle.
It’s desperate, needy fucking. It’s us taking everything from each other that we’ve missed these past years. Taking everything from each other that we’re going to miss in the coming ones.
“So, so good,” I hiss. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
He buries his head in my neck with a choked laugh. “Not gonna stop, baby. You gonna come for me?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” I whisper the words on repeat, completely unaware, and I feel myself tighten around him, coming so hard my vision blurs momentarily.
I feel my body go languid, and I lean against Flynn, allowing him to take control. His hands grip my hips painfully and he thrusts up vigorously. Sweat that is surprisingly cool on my skin, drips from his forehead onto my shoulder and there is something so incredibly raw and beautiful about this moment.
Flynn loses control, pushing himself deep within me and I feel him come at the same moment he releases a loud, animalistic groan.
Right there in the midst of the sounds and scents of what could only be described as dirty, crass sex, I feel like I’ve come home.
The soft glow of the sunrise is starting to peek through the curtains. Flynn’s talented fingers are playing with my hair and I can feel sleep starting to drag me under.
“I have to leave in a couple of hours, Cherry. I wish I didn’t have to, but I need to be back in LA by midday.”
“Mmmhmm.” God, his voice is so soothing, how had I forgotten that?
“Wyatt?”
“Mmmm?”
“Promise me you’re not going to regret this?”
“Okay.” I fall asleep with his fingers tangled in my hair and his lips on my temple.
“So, explain.”
I stare at the two faces looking back at me. One glaring, one curious.
My mouth opens, but when words fail to come, I clamp it shut again. I’m still reeling from my encounter with Flynn last night and I feel unprepared for this interrogation. I almost refused Cassidy’s demand to meet today, only relenting when I realized it would just make matters worse.
“Look, Red, I don’t know about Skyeballs here, but I'm pissed.” She pushes her giant caramel frappe away and crosses her arms over her chest with a haughty pout. “We’re supposed to be your best friends, so explain to me how you think it's okay, in any universe, for us not to know that you're married to a fucking rock star? How?”
“What I think Cass means is,” Skye, sweet, sweet Skye who hates confrontation, interrupts, throwing Cassidy a pointed look. “We were surprised to find out you were married. And, maybe a little hurt you didn't feel like you could confide in us.”
“That is not what I meant at all, Balls. I am pissed.” Her blue eyes continue to glare at me.
“Okay, okay.” I hold my hands up in defeat. “I am the worst friend in the world, is that what you want to hear?”
“No!”
“Yes.”
Their answers are simultaneous and force an unexpected laugh from my lips.
“It didn’t have anything to do with trust, it was never about you, I promise.” I can't stop my fingers from playing anxiously with the sugar packets and I'm seconds away from tearing one open and scattering sugar all over the table, just to keep them occupied, when a gentle hand covers my own.
“You don't have to tell us anything, Wyatt.” Skye’s eyes are full of compassion. “We all have things that hurt so much it feels impossible to put them into words.”
This right here, this is why I love Skye Mackinnon.
“Okay, well, maybe you don’t need to give us all the gory details.” Cassidy sounds slightly remorseful. “But you have to tell us something.”
I lean back in my seat, the plush velvet chair soft against my skin, grateful we’re having this conversation at the quiet coffee slash book shop that Skye manages.
