Sunday
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“Oh, my God!!!” Gia whimpered as he slammed every delicious inch into her. She couldn’t see; her eyes were closed so tightly she was seeing dots of light beneath her lids. But she could hear the primal growls Flynn made against her skin and in her ear as he sat all the way up then slammed her back onto the bed, never once relenting in his pace as he fucked her.
“See what you did? Huh? See how fucking crazy you make me?!” he roared as he pressed her into the bed. He braced his forearms on either side of her face, gripping the sheets against the feel of her wrapped wet and snug around his dick. Her nails were clawing hard at his back and he growled into her mouth, pumping faster and harder into the wet, silky chasm between her widespread legs.
Gia arched against him, tugging hard at his hair as he hit the same wonderful spot within her over and over again. She was completely caught off guard by her orgasm, almost slapped in the face with the force of her explosion around him. Her body shot like a rocket against him, but it was trapped under his weight and the power of his thrusts. She was suffocating in pleasure, aware for not the first time of why coming could be called “a little death”. There was no breath, no movement, no feeling other than the almost scary tension of her body.
That moment lasted forever and it was over too soon. Then she was released, pushed backwards off the ledge of sanity. She was falling, screaming, shivering with such ferocity she wondered if coming this hard could be healthy. Healthy or not, she would have to endure because Flynn wasn’t done with her yet.
He sat up, lacing his fingers through hers and pinning her hands hard above her head into the mattress. There were no teasing strokes. No rolling of the hips; no shoves into her that kept him there for long, teasing moments. There was only one hard, pounding, feral thrust after another. He couldn’t get in and out of her fast enough.
His body was screaming, aching, and punishing him for waiting this long. He should have given in earlier. He should have said anything and everything to feel her wrapped around him and screaming for him. He should have done anything to avoid this excruciating search for release he’d launched inside of her clenching core.
“Coming! Don’t… don’t stop, Cameron! Don’t! Fucking! Stop!” she screamed, and it was almost the sound of pain, the sound of a body that was as desperate as his.
Unintelligible words escaped and cracked in her well used throat, and then nothing at all but one long shuddering wail after another.
“Yeah, that’s right baby! Scream for me! Let me know how much you love this cock!”
She was bringing her hips up with as much force as he was bringing his hips into hers. The sound of their bodies connecting alone was powerful enough to make him start coming. His head dipped, eyes distantly recording the sight of her hips lifting towards him as his cock rammed into her.
It was starting. His body was tensing, shaking, pins and needles attacking every extremity as all the feeling in his body centered on his pulsing dick. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All he could do was give in, become consumed by the girl who’d stolen all the strength from his overheated body.
“Gia, you feel so good! So…fucking…good,” he shouted, his come barreling to the surface with startling speed as he thrust deep inside of her. He gasped in just enough breath to roar, “Ahhhh! Mother! Fucker! Unngh!!”
He was coming so hard that little dots of light were dancing behind his lids as he slammed them shut. He felt dizzy and lost in the feeling of being inside of her. It didn’t get any easier on his body, not in those final moments. The pressure just kept building until he thought his body couldn’t take anymore. In fact, it was the most pleasurable pain he had ever experienced as her hips lifted and her pussy squeezed every last drop of come from his iron dick.
Her body was overloading, hyperventilating. She was coming so hard, clenching so tightly as he continued to thrust into her, that she actually started to retreat. It was as if her body was screaming “Too much! Too much!” She let out a relieved scream when he released her hands and grasped her hips roughly, settling back on his knees. He pulled her body to him for the last of his hard, stuttering strokes. She clawed the sheets above her head with one hand and the flesh of his thigh with the other, feeling like her skin was too tight to contain her.
It lasted for an eternity. It ended too soon. And when the last drop of tension had been squeezed from their bodies, when the last cry had been uttered through their swollen lips, they collapsed.
Their bodies were rising and falling against each other, trying to suck in more air as if they’d been trapped under water together sharing one breath, and were now rising to the surface. They felt themselves coming back down, filtering back into their separate bodies as the shivers coursed through them.
Flynn felt bad that Gia was crushed under his weight, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was having trouble controlling his limbs. He tried with paltry results to lift himself up, and her arms wrapped around him and weakly stroked the skin of his slick back.
He exhaled shakily, marveling at how such a small gesture could make him melt into her. He was having a hard enough time breathing; he could imagine her trying to gasp in oxygen under his dead weight. But as soon as he started to pull away, she pulled him closer, silently asking him to stay with her for just a little longer.
Gia couldn’t explain the strange mixture of euphoria and sadness she was feeling. All she’d been able to think about for the last couple of days was him and his impending departure. It didn’t matter that it was months and months down the line; she tended to think in broad eventualities. It was myopic and unhelpful in this situation, but she couldn’t stop herself.
The very thought of losing this feeling made her bite her lip against the tears that were threatening to expose her.
He lifted his head slowly, wanting to see one of his favorite sights. He loved the way she looked when she was thoroughly pleased from him fucking her. But when he tried to look down at her, she pressed her face into his neck so he couldn’t see. He wouldn’t have thought much of it if he hadn’t felt the stutter of her breath against him, or heard the softest of sobs against his ear.
“Gia? Baby?”
He closed his eyes against a shudder as her lips pressed against his neck. But he knew she was stalling when she didn’t lie back down so he could see her. With a groan he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He reached for whatever corner of the sheets he could grasp to haphazardly cover their bodies against the cool air. He wrapped an arm around her, stroking her back in slow, wide circles.
“Gia, look at me.”
For a long moment she didn’t. She tried to be subtle as she wiped away the tears that escaped. When she finally did lift her head, those green eyes were waiting, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at them.
“Hey,” Flynn whispered.
His voice was so soft, so soothing that she almost couldn’t believe it belonged to him.
He stroked her hair out of her face and said once more, “Look at me, baby.”
She did. Her eyes were blurry with unshed tears she tried to laugh away.
“So stupid. You must think I’m some crazy chick who cries after a great orgasm now.”
The look on his face said more than words could. She wanted to hide. She wanted him to laugh away her tears or pretend he didn’t see them. But he did see them, and he knew what they were for. It made them fall, and he caught them with his thumbs, wiping them away while she bit her upper lip.
He couldn’t stand seeing her face like that, those does eyes shiny with tears and a fake smile she’d plastered on to shield him from her real thoughts. He’d seen her eyes glaze over from coming. But he had also seen her cry. He knew the difference, and he knew he was the cause of the latter more times than he would care to admit.
His eyes looked pained as they surveyed her face. He seemed to see right through her and for the first time she felt like she could see through him, too. She hated herself for bringing him down after such a
“We’ll figure something out,” he said. “Do you trust me?”
She was scared of the answer. She wanted him. She was falling for him. But did she really believe he could want something real with her after such a short time together? Could a relationship which had started out as pure fucking be strong enough to withstand the future?
She should have been thinking that it couldn’t. It was why she was so scared and it was why she was crying. But when she looked into his eyes it was hard to believe anything could be stronger than his will. He’d never lied to her. Why should now be any different?
She nodded twice, two firm movements that she hoped would be enough.
“Don’t cry, okay? Shit could be a whole lot worse. At least we’ve got phones and planes. Can you imagine if we had to do this shit without modern technology?” he asked with a smile, pressing his lips to hers.
“You mean we would have to have carrier-pigeon sex instead of phone sex? Is this your way of trying to cheer me up?” she asked with a throaty laugh that reverberated through his chest as he joined her.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Well, you get points for effort I suppose,” she said, swiping at the last of her tears.
Flynn breathed an internal sigh of relief when she smiled the first real smile he’d seen in days. He pulled her in for another kiss, promising her again they would make this work. She kissed him back so fully, with so much trust, he knew right then what Bobby had been talking about. She snuck up on him, and she wasn’t going anywhere. Not if he could help it.
He’d made up his mind and she believed him. That was all they needed for the moment.
It would be enough to get them through the night.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Livid.
Angry.
Utterly fucking pissed.
The feelings slammed into Gia when she looked up and saw Luca staring back at her. He’d waited in line while she made another customer a smoothie, forcing her to face him when he came up to the counter.
How many other ways could one human being say to another human being that they never wanted to speak to them again? Apparently she was going to have to come up with another one on the fly, because her ex couldn’t take a barrel full of hints.
“Leave right now or I swear to—”
“My grandfather died yesterday.”
It was like someone took a big bucket of ice water and threw it over her anger. All her protests died in her throat as she processed his words and took in his appearance. He looked like he hadn’t been getting much sleep; purplish shadows were pronounced under his hazel eyes and his olive complexion looked a little sallow.
He hadn’t even gelled up his hair and it sat dark and straight over his forehead and ears. He still looked good. But he didn’t look like himself and the eyes staring straight into hers were sadder and harder than she remembered.
“Jesus, Luca,” she choked out. “I’m so sorry.”
He swallowed and looked to the side for a minute as if trying to collect himself. She knew this wasn’t an act. Luca had always been close to his grandfather and Gia had been quite fond of him, too. He was a sweet man, with shadows of how strong and handsome he had been in his youth still etched over the planes of his face, and held in his sturdy back.
He told the best stories about growing up in Italy and he always hovered over Luca’s mother in the kitchen, making sure she was using all the right spices when she cooked. She remembered Rosie saying something about his grandfather being sick. And she realized that even though she told him to stop calling her several times, he hadn’t actually stopped until a little over a week ago. This must have been why.
“Look can I talk to you outside for a minute?” he said abruptly, almost curtly. “It won’t take long.”
She nodded without thinking, “Let me just clock out and I’ll meet you out front.”
She hoped whatever he had to say wouldn’t take too long. Flynn was going to pick her up, and then they were going to the auto body shop where Bobby worked to pick up her car. She clocked out a little early so they would have a little more time, but Flynn had already called to say he was on his way.
“I really am so sorry. I didn’t know things were so bad. What happened?”
He didn’t look at her, but she knew him. He was thinking she would have known if she had just talked to him. Well, if he hadn’t made things so difficult, starting with that night outside Proof, she could have been more civil towards him and found out about his grandfather sooner. She pushed aside her annoyance at that thought, knowing that now wasn’t the time to be dwelling on personal grudges.
“Complications from a heart attack. He was in the hospital for a week. We thought he was going to get to come home…but…”
She didn’t know what to do. Part of her wanted to hug him. The other part of her was saying “Don’t do that, he’ll get the wrong idea”. It made her feel shitty going against her natural instinct to show him affection, especially during such a hard time. She’d never felt more useless. She wondered if she would ever be able to think of Luca or be around him without a twisted mixture of guilt, anger, and sympathy eating away at her.
“I know we don’t talk anymore and I can accept that. I was just wondering…I mean I was hoping…” he looked up at her and said, “Will you go to the funeral? Grandpa always liked you and it would mean a lot to me and my family if you would be there.”
He looked away again. He looked tired and reserved. And he looked as if he was bracing himself for her to say ‘no’. It was strange. Luca wasn’t soft, but he had always been an emotional person. It was easy for him to express himself, and if he chose, it was easy for him to use the skill to manipulate people. It had never been easy for her to say ‘no’ to him. But this was a different vibe.
She didn’t expect him to be his usual charming self, but she didn’t expect to see him with such a rough exterior and cold, guarded eyes. She could tell he was in pain, but there was more than just sadness there. It was as if he was wearing a mask which looked like him; an angrier, more tired Luca. How much could a person change in a month?
“I…I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll come. That’s all I’m asking.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I know it’s selfish, but I just want you to be there. Can you spare a day for me, for old time’s sake?”
What was she supposed to say to that? She sighed, biting her lip. Flynn was officially going to flip his shit. She would just have to talk him down because there was no way she could turn her back on Luca now. Just this one time she would pay the past a visit.
“Of course,” she nodded. “But you have to understand… you have to understand that my going doesn’t mean more than that. I care about you, Luca, and I cared about your grandfather. But I’m with Flynn now. Okay?”
She felt like a bitch, but after the last time they had this talk, she knew a disclaimer would be necessary.
“I get it. You’re with what’s-his-face now. Congrats.”
She furrowed her brow at the bitterness rolling off of him, but before she could say anything, he continued.
“It’s this Thursday, okay?”
She nodded and with her eyes darting over his she reached up and gave him a hug.
“I’m so sorry, Luc. I’m so, so sorry.”
He wrapped his arms around her, leaning his head against hers while she rubbed his back. He sighed and then tensed. She wondered if he was going to cry. She pulled away, looking up at him. His eyes were dry, staring behind her like stone. His entire body was the epitome of rigid.
Fuck.
Gia turned around, her hands still sliding off of Luca’s shoulders to see Flynn striding towards them.
Double fuck.
She immediately pulled her hands away from Luca and winced at the guilty recoil. She didn’t have anything to feel guilty about, and she didn’t want to make Luca feel like a leper. But she was freaking out a little as Flynn drew nearer, his eyes sliding between the two of them.
Then he yawned and rubbed the back of his neck. Maybe she was overreacting, because he didn’t seem fazed as he came closer. If anything he looked bored and tired from a long day of classes and work.
“Hey baby,” he said, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the lips. She watched him turn to Luca, surveying him. Only the slight clenching in his jaw let her know he was mildly upset by Luca’s presence. Still, it was better than the way he looked during their last meeting.
“Hey,” she said, getting ready to explain what Luca was doing hugging her outside of work when Luca spoke.
“Flynn,” he said with a begrudging nod. His eyes assessed Flynn with something like wary disdain.
He should have been a little more wary and little less disdainful. Then he would have caught Flynn’s fist as it cracked into the left side of his face. Gia screamed and stumbled back as Luca’s back slammed into the brick wall about a foot behind him.
“Luca,” Flynn said with a nod of his own, eyes blazing and a small evil smile on his face as he quickly advanced.
Flynn had known from the moment he saw Luca bent over Gia with his hands rubbing softly at her back that he was going to hit him, so there was no reason to get all tense and start barking. And he wouldn’t call it a sucker punch, since he already made it crystal clear he was going to hurt him if he came near her again. No, he would say the way things had turned out should have been perfectly predictable.
Still, he couldn’t wipe the smirk of triumph off his face as he advanced on Luca too quickly for him to defend himself. He seemed surprised he was getting hit in the face. Oh, well.
“Flynn! Stop, stop!” Gia screamed when she could find her voice.
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