Page 105 of Sins of a King
He nodded. “All right then.”
Chapter 31
I woke up with Flynn’s head between my legs. It took me a moment to realize it wasn’t a vivid dream. He growled like a hungry animal as he continued to lick me.
“Flynn,” I rasped.
He lifted his head and grinned. “Morning, hen.” And then he went back to tending to me.
As I came back to awareness, Flynn scooted up my body, pinning my arms above my head. His eyes were clear and earnest.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
“From last night in the shower?”
He nodded.
“A twinge here and there, but I’m okay. I’m sturdy.”
“So you don’t want me to stop?” He pressed his erection into my cleft.
I wrapped my legs around him, hooking him closer. “Stop and I’ll kill you.”
After, he placed his head against my chest. “What are we going to do about Dolinsky?” I asked, stroking his scalp.
“I don’t know.”
I gripped his hair and forced him to look at me. “You don’t know? You know everything.”
He smiled tenderly. “I’m glad you have such faith in me.”
“I’m scared,” I admitted.
His arms tightened around me. “You’re staying out of the city until this is resolved.”
We stared at each other; I could see he was expecting me to fight him. “Okay,” I agreed, giving in easily. I didn’t want to be in the city. I didn’t want to worry about looking over my shoulder every moment, wondering if there was some bad guy waiting to kidnap and torture me just to get to Flynn.
I brushed the hair away from his forehead and asked, “You can’t stay here with me, can you?”
“I wish I could, love.”
“You’ll be careful?”
“Aye. You will, too.” That came out as an order. “I gave it a shot your way. But you need protection now. If it had been a man coming after you instead of Chelsea…” He shook his head. “I’ve reinstated Jason as your bodyguard. He was in the Marines. He’ll keep you company.”
“Yeah, keep me company. With his gun,” I mumbled. “This doesn’t feel real.”
“This is serious, Barrett. Even though this house is in my mother’s name and not directly linked to me, I don’t want to take any chances. Which is why I brought you here. I needed to get you out of Manhattan.”
I sighed. “We have a sort of problem.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t have any clothes here.”
His smile was soft despite the lingering intensity. “I don’t find that to be a problem.”
“You wouldn’t,” I said, getting up from the bed and strolling naked across the carpet.
