Page 56 of Breathing Wisteria
With his mouth on my throat and a thumb pressing on my clit, I feel myself tighten around him and I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out.
He follows soon after, pressing himself into me deeply and filling me with a loud grunt.
After a moment of time where our harsh breaths and hammering hearts are all that can be heard, Flynn lifts his head with a grin.
“Well, that was fun.”
An hour later I step out of his dressing room, ready to head to the Green Room and meet the others before we leave for the after-party. After two more orgasms, I had to begrudgingly leave Flynn in the shower or we would never get out of here.
Throwing my phone in my purse, I turn and almost run right into someone. I start to apologize when I realize who it is and instead a scowl settles on my face.
“What the hell are you doing here, Giselle?”
“I just wanted to stop by and congratulate Flynn on a great show.” She pauses, and I notice a hardness to her eyes that wasn’t there the last time I saw her. “But I guess you already took care of that.”
“Yes. I did. Because I’m hiswife.”
I start to push past her, but she grabs my arms, stopping me.
“I was so sorry to hear about your daughter. Carys, was it?”
I feel as though I have been punched in the gut, and I stumble backward slightly.
“What do you want, Giselle.” My voice is shaky. “What do youreallywant?”
“I want Flynn.” She says it calmly as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and for the second time in thirty seconds, my gut is churning.
“You want Flynn?” My words come slowly, my brain still trying to make sense of this. “We’re married, Giselle, so I guess this is where you learn that you don’t always get what you want.”
“Oh, but I do. I always get what I want.” Her face is expressionless and it’s almost frightening.
“I have a deal for you, Wyatt.” She takes a step toward me and I instinctively step back. “You leave Flynn, and I make sure no one ever finds out about your tragedy. You stay with him and your worst nightmare is splashed all over the internet, the magazines. It plays out on all the entertainment news channels and that’s exactly what your baby’s death becomes. Entertainment.” She shakes her head. “Is he really worth it?”
Before I can reply she urges me to, “think about it.” Then she turns and walks away, leaving me standing there with my life crumbling down around me.
