Page 55 of Breathing Wisteria
Pulling back, she shakes her head at me. “I’m so glad you two got your shit together, I mean, you took your sweet-ass time, but better late than never, I guess.” She smirks at me as she climbs into the SUV and then blows a kiss before Zane closes the door.
“Miss Monroe?”
I watch the car pull into traffic and a wave of sadness washes over me when I realize I don’t know when I’ll see her again.
“Please call me Wyatt.” I turn to Zane. “What’s up?”
“Flynn asked me to make sure you were taken to his dressing room.”
“Of course, he did,” I reply wryly. “Okay, let’s go.”
Zane leads us back inside and I follow him through the hallways that lead to the dressing rooms in silence. The man is definitely not a talker.
We’re halfway there when Zane’s phone goes off. He checks the message and his brows knit together, lips pursed, stopping in the middle of the corridor.
“Are you okay to go the rest of the way by yourself? There’s a situation I need to deal with.”
“Of course, is everything okay?” I can’t help asking because he looks pissed.
“Nothing you need to worry about.” He points straight ahead. “Keep going that way and make the next left. Flynn’s room is the last one at the end of the hall, he shouldn’t be much longer.” With that, he turns and strides away in the direction we just came from.
I start walking back toward the dressing rooms, noticing how eerie it feels in here. Where the hell is everyone?
I reach the corner and am just about to turn when a hand wraps around my waist from behind and I scream, as though I have just come face-to-face with the biggest, hairiest spider imaginable.
I start to struggle, but I’m quickly spun around and pressed up against the wall, Flynn’s body flush against mine.
He brushes his nose along mine. “Hey, Cherry.” His voice is hoarse, as it always is after a show, all gravelly and sexy.
“You scared the shit out of me!” I slap a hand over his bicep. He’s shirtless, the grey t-shirt he wore during the performance slung around his neck, a sheen of sweat sticks to his skin.
My hands itch to touch him, so I do just that, because why would I resist? I glide my hands down his chest, lightly scratching across his nipples and continuing down to tease my fingertips through his happy trail.
His eyes fall closed and he groans, pressing his hips forward so his cock creates the perfect amount of friction in the most perfect spot.
Flynn’s mouth glides along my jaw, his tongue teasing, and I press my thighs together, my panties becoming uncomfortably damp.
“You want me to fuck you right here, baby?” He palms my breasts and pinches my nipples sending the most glorious sensations rioting through my body. “Fuck you where anyone could find us?”
I’m incapable of speaking at this point, so I answer in the only way I can. I drop my hands to the button on his jeans and quickly free him, wrapping my hand around his shaft and jerking him off.
He thrusts into my hand and his mouth takes mine in a ferocious kiss. A kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting. My tongue tastes him, demanding more, while I savor the feel of his fingers that have found their way into my panties, circling my clit.
The need for him to be inside me is devastating.
“Flynn,” I murmur against his mouth. “Fuck me, now.”
He pulls away from me, a smirk on his face. “You gonna say please?”
My eyes narrow in a glare at the smug bastard. He thinks he has the upper hand? We’ll see.
I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist, bringing his cock to my core and sliding his thick head along my slit. I place the tip at my opening and can’t hide the smile when his head falls to my shoulder with a loud groan.
His hand grips my thigh, holding it in place, and with no further warning, he thrusts forward, seating himself fully and pinning me to the wall with his hips.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good.” He pulls out before slamming back in.
It’s fast and almost brutal, our need for each other only heightened by the risk of getting caught.
