“I want you to do to me what you would with someone who had more experience.”
When she’d said that I knew that she’d busted me for holding back. I swallowed roughly because I hadn’t thought she was ready for me to unleash the power I had when I let myself go and got lost in fucking someone. She knew I was being careful, but she trusted me so much it scared me.
My voice was gruff when I managed to speak, “Valerie hon, I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe…”
“No. I want you to show me, Flynn. I want the real you in my bed. Not the made up version because you think I can’t handle what you’re really about. If we’re going to do this, then I don’t want you to hold anything back. That wouldn’t be fair, you’d be suppressing your true feelings and how you like sex. If you don’t start how you intend to continue, I think it would only be a matter of time before you’d feel frustrated with me. It doesn’t give me a chance to know you intimately or to satisfy you properly.”
I gave her a pleading look because I wasn’t sure she’d like some of the stuff I liked, and at that point in our relationship, I’d have made that sacrifice to have her in my life. Valerie was determined, though, and she’d been perceptive enough to read my body well. I hadn’t given her all of me.
“I don’t want you to settle for less because you love me. I want us to have an honest sexual relationship. If you tell me what you want, we’ll try it. If we can’t do that, then I think it’s only right that we find that out early on, don’t you?” she said, as her eyes scanned my face nervously.
“You trust me that much?”
“I have to Flynn. Otherwise, there is no point in us going forward. You are open to offers of all kinds in your work. I have to know that it’s me you want. If you hold back, I’d be forever wondering if you’d play those scenes out with someone else.”
“Alright, if there is anything you don’t want to do, or anything that you don’t like you need to speak up. I’m just a little scared and protective of you I suppose. I don’t want anything to fuck things up between us.”
“You will if you hold out on me. I’m fed up telling people I’m not made of glass. I wish everyone wouldn’t keep treating me like I was.”
“I’m not. All I’m doing is respecting your feelings.”
“Would you treat me the way you are now if you had met me for the first time now?”
I considered her question and stared at her beautiful body. I wanted to devour her.
“No, probably not… definitely not,” I smirked devilishly.
“So what is the issue? Why aren’t you being yourself with me? What is it you’re worried about?”
“You. I’m worried about you. You’re young, and I’m your first. I just want everything to be right between us.” Even though I’d been distracted by our conversation, I’d remained rock hard inside her. I placed my forehead on hers and stared into her beautiful, sexy eyes. The adoring look she’d given me back told me unequivocally that I held her heart, just like she held mine.
“I could so easily lose control here with you,” I whispered in a tone laced with pent up energy.
“Then do it,” she whispered back her lips moving against mine as her thighs spread wider.
Slipping almost out of her I rocked back inside roughly to my root. Her eyes widened then her eyelids half closed as she absorbed the strength behind my thrust. Pulling back I did it again and again. A soft, breathy moan escaped Valerie’s mouth and that sexy smile that had melted my heart the first time I’d met her, played on her lips.
“That’s it. Let it go, Flynn. Love me like you want to.”
Gathering her knees in my hands, I lifted both legs and pushed them up toward her shoulders. Shifting position gave me even deeper access to her. Valerie gasped and moaned with pleasure. I’d watched her face soften as she became lost in the sensation of our passionate union. Once I knew she could handle it, I took her deeper and faster. Within a couple of minutes, her body began to quake in anticipation of her impending release.
“More,” she urged, as frustration popped a vein on her neck while her fingernails dug into the flesh at my hips.
Seeing how I affected her felt intense. I studied her face, looking for signs that I was overwhelming her, but there were none. Valerie enjoyed what I was doing, and I found I’d been pretty relieved about that. Our intense eye connection as our hot, labored breaths mingled from her mouth to mine added to the breathless passion and desire that rapidly built between us.
Lifting my forehead I pulled my body away from her to gain more leverage, and fucked her as hard as my weight would let me. When her core tightened moments later and her internal muscles clamped around me, squeezing me so hard I grunted heavily.
“Oh, God, Flynn,” she screamed as her body bucked and shook all around me.
“I got you, babe,” I soothed and covered her mouth quickly with my hand before replacing it with my lips, to absorb the noise I pulled from her body with mine.
Slowing my pace and force I continued to rock into her as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm until her body quieted. I didn’t stop worshiping her and continued to smother her face and body with small kisses. My heart ached, and I knew I hadn’t just fucked her. I’d never felt the depth of feeling I had for her, with anyone else.
She was it for me, but Valerie’s insecurities were valid. She’d been cheated on in her previous relationships, and I was hit on all day long in my day job. Despite that, and given my previous player reputation in college, she’d chosen to be with me. It had tugged my heartstrings because she’d been courageous to take a chance on me. The way she had given herself so readily had made me feel so incredibly lucky, but part of me wasn’t sure I deserved her after her honesty.
Since I’d met her, I knew she’d made me a better man, and handing her trust to me was an amazing gift, especially since I knew first-hand what she’d been through.
I rolled us over until she was on top. Opening my legs, I placed the top of her feet on my thighs and scooted up the headboard. I was inside her balls deep, watching her guardedly to ensure she was coping with what I was doing. She kept smiling at me, her lust-drunk eyes holding the deep connection to mine while her small hands gently traced the lines of my frame. They covered every crease, vein and outline of my torso before she placed them firmly against my ribs and stopped.
Valerie lifted her weight and sunk slowly down onto me again as a soft erotically-charged moan of pleasure left her lips at the depth of my penetration. My hands gripped her hips, my fingertips sinking once again into her soft flesh as I’d begun to thrust upward and work with her. Gathering pace, I lifted her off me and plunged deep into her core at a punishing pace.
I grabbed her upper arms and pulled her down onto my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around her back restraining her flush to my front. Then, I fucked her with everything I had until she fell apart in my arms “Fuck. I’m gonna come,” she’d barely said the words as her muscles spasmed tightly around me. She squeezed me so tightly I grunted with the building pressure and her bucking, quaking body pulled me over the edge with her.
Valerie screamed as my mouth covered hers, and the muffled sounds of her heady pleasure only added to the whole experience. “Fuck,” I grunted as an instantly euphoric feeling flooded my body, and threatened to melt my brain.
We both lay still and quiet, but our shallow panting broke into the otherwise silent room. Valerie’s body was plastered to mine glistening with sweat, and knowing I’d satisfied her had made me feel whole. “I love you, Flynn Docherty,” she whispered into my chest.
Love didn’t even describe what I felt for Valerie. It was just a word and what was in my heart about the way I felt for her was beyond words. That small word was inadequate for the way she made me feel, but I answered, “And I love you right back.” I snuggled her into my arms and squeezed her tightly. I’d have gladly stayed inside her forever. We lay there joined until my dick softened, and I couldn’t stay inside her any longer.
Sliding from beneath the sheets I padded to the bathroom, relieved myself and cleaned up. Taking a warm wet washcloth and a towel, I climbed back into bed and made Valerie comfortable before I scooped her tightly against me. I was exhausted and Valerie even more so—she fell asleep before me. As I lay there and cradled her in my arms in the dark, it was the best feeling in the world. Despite my tiredness, I felt myself grinning as I fell asleep thinking I was the luckiest guy alive.
I woke disorientated by the sound of my cell ringing. Fumbling my way out from under the comforter I stretched down to the floor and retrieved it from my jeans pocket. Glancing at the screen, I saw it was Clinton Bright, my lawyer.
“Sorry, Flynn did I wake you?” without waiting for me to answer he continued, “Bernie’s been found. The LAPD has him in lock-up. He’s appearing in court later today on various charges.”
I sat quickly taking in his information and scrubbed my hand down my face. Valerie rolled over to face me and raised herself on one elbow with an inquiring look on hers. Covering the phone with my hand, I muttered, “They’ve found Bernie.”
“Good,” she stated and rolled away from me. Listening to Clayton, I watched Valerie walk naked toward the bathroom with more than a little interest. My lawyer was talking, but I was conscious of everything my girl did. When I’d heard the shower start, I concluded my call and went after her, but I was disappointed when I heard the shower stop again as I reached the door.
Valerie stepped out and wrapped a towel around her. “Come on, grab a quick shower, we have a lot to do this morning,” she ordered.
“Don’t you want to come into the shower and wash my back?”
“Is that your big head or your little head talking?” she asked with a smirk.
I thought for a second as I stared at her drying herself, and my dick thickened. I couldn’t deny the fact I wanted to be inside her any chance I got.
“Both,” I’d answered chuckling.
“Then hold that thought, Flynn. With Bernie’s arrest, we don’t have a moment to waste. It’s important we get that photo shoot done, and have those pictures hit the media the same day as it’s announced. We want to portray you as business as usual, albeit you’ve left his management. We’ll have all evening to do whatever you want.”
“Is that a promise?”
“For sure, I figure after my performance last night I’ve got to get as much practice in as I can,” she answered with a winning smile.
I chuckled and cast an appreciative glance over her beautiful body again, “Get the hell out of here and put clothes on. If I look at you a moment longer, your weight will be resting on your chest, and I’ll be driving into you from behind right here on the bathroom floor.”
My words had an immediate effect on Valerie as she stammered for a rebuke, but when nothing came, she shook her head and disappeared from sight.
Chapter 3 ~ Valerie
Start as you mean to go on
Wanting and needing isn’t the same thing I told myself as I left the bathroom. It had been damned difficult to refuse Flynn when he’d stood in the bathroom naked, looking like sex personified with his sleepy appearance, his mussed up dark hair, and that sexy, scruffy stubble on his chin. When he’d stepped close, his musky scent had been so enticing, but I had work to do.
I dressed and went downstairs. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw Lee sitting at the table reading the paper. It was hard to remember sometimes that he was Flynn’s hired protector. The friendship that had developed between them seemed more than a business arrangement.
Lee stuck to Flynn like glue, loyal and supportive, even more so since Bernie had him cuffed to a table when he’d drugged Flynn. In the short time I’d known him, I knew Lee still struggled with the fact he’d been fooled by Bernie’s plot to get to Flynn. From what he had said, he hadn’t wanted to leave Flynn that night. It was only at Flynn’s insistence that he went along with Bernie’s request to pick up some documents for Flynn to sign from the tour bus. He was hijacked by some guys Bernie had waiting. They’d tied him up, leaving the path clear for Bernie to carry out his fucked-up plan to demolish Flynn’s reputation and break us up.
Simone and Niamh, Flynn’s long-term housekeeper, were also there. I put them both to work, sending Simone to make Craig decent while Niamh helped rearrange the furniture in the den with me for our photo shoot.
I’d had a rough idea of the homely, relaxed image I’d wanted to create. I smiled that it was raining heavily outside it ran down the tall bank of windows in little silver streams highlighted by the darker grey sky behind it. I knew the dramatic visual would make an awesome backdrop so I’d pulled the curtains back, and let the dull light bathe the room. The contrast of Flynn’s huge white leather sofa, and soft honey wood floors with the vivid dark sky, and the bank of rain-streaked windows were almost perfect from an artistic perspective.
I asked Lee to go and instruct Flynn to wear the red shirt he’d worn to the shoot with me along with some loose-fitting faded jeans, and for him to tell Craig I wanted him in a white shirt. Craig’s blonde hair and light clothing against Flynn’s dark coloring and his red shirt would be a nice contrast.
When Craig and Flynn came downstairs at the same time, I noticed that Craig was wearing a shirt I’d seen on Flynn. It quickly dawned on me that Craig had a limited wardrobe at our home, having arrived after his discharge from hospital the day after Bernie had drugged him as well. I made a note to send Simone shopping for him as soon as possible. His appearance was fine for that particular session, though. Flynn’s shirt suited him, and he had a sexy, casual look about him, that was the look I was aiming for. Our focus was to make a splash and keep their names floating while we prepared their future.
“Whoa! It looks great, babe,” Flynn said as he wandered over to my side and glanced at the changes to the room. Sliding his hand under my t-shirt, a small ripple of pleasure ran through me as he pulled me close. He smiled down at me and kissed me quickly on the lips. I stepped away as I pushed him back with my hands on his chest.
“RAW, Flynn. Rewards after work,” I said, and smirked wickedly when I saw his childish pout in return.
“Okay, Niamh, coffee, brownies, whatever you’ve got. Bring them here and place them on the table. Flynn, you need some music paper, notebooks, and pens, please. Craig can you place both your guitars by the sofa, please? Simone, brush your hair and put some dark eyeliner on, you’re going to be reading a magazine at the other end of the sofa. The message I want to get across is one of relaxed creativity.”
All I’d needed was about six good shots of them doing exactly what wasn’t expected of them the morning after leaving the band. Images with a business as usual theme would no doubt do precisely that.
Photographs of two hot rock stars displaying their rippling six packs in unbuttoned shirts collaborating together would give the world something to think about. With help from Niamh, I quickly set up my lighting equipment before setting my cameras at different angles. By using remotes, I’d been able to identify each of their best angles to perfect the shots.
“Shoes and socks off guys. You’re not going anywhere. Flynn, you’re cross-legged on the sofa here, Craig, leg crossed at the ankle over your left knee, and seated here, head forward, chin down, there’s no room for double chins on my work.”
By the time I’d finished, the mocked-up scene was perfect. Niamh had lit the huge modern gas fueled fire on the wall, and we’d set up some ambient lighting. Flynn and Craig both seemed comfortably relaxed and as sexy-as-hell. I could easily have forgotten it was a mock up and gladly slid onto the sofa and curled up with Flynn.
Once I’d taken the shots and checked them out, I was delighted with the results. In one shot Flynn had his eyes closed and had pretended to sing while Craig was glancing down at his fingers working the fret. In another, Flynn appeared to be scribbling notes on the music score sheet to the side of him.
After that, I took a couple more of them talking animatedly. The la
st one I took was of the four of us. Flynn and I were lying sprawled out on the sofa, cuddling, while Craig lay with his head on Simone’s lap and his guitar across his chest.
I’d messaged a couple of agencies and asked them to send resumes for candidates that had experience with high-profile clients. Two stood out, but only one was available immediately. As I was desperate to portray an outwardly organized calm, I asked them to send their representative over.
The time was still only 10:05 am, so I figured we had a few hours before anyone would start to speculate about the guys. Most of the rock world was still asleep. Two hours later, I’d edited and tweaked the pictures to the best of my ability. This coincided with the arrival of Javier Martinez, our PR candidate. I asked the guys to give us space. There had been no point in them meeting him if he wasn’t the right candidate for the job. Flynn refused my suggestion and told me he wasn’t leaving any man under ninety alone with me, and I stared at him hard.
When Niamh showed Javier into the den, he wasn’t at all as I’d expected. The forty-year-old could have been mistaken for ten years younger, but his appearance was that of a hot metro looking guy. Black slicked back hair, and expensively dressed in an impeccably tailored light grey suit. He looked immaculate, but his image wasn’t what I wanted as someone to represent the new brand for the band at all. I wasn’t impressed by first appearances, but as soon as he spoke, I was sold.
Introducing himself with a voice as smooth as warm caramel, Javier’s tone was seductive with a hint of his Colombian roots. He oozed charm, and his calm articulate delivery of his reasons why he’d be good for the job had me transfixed. If our promotion had been solely based on his voice, he’d have been hired on the spot. Except it wasn’t—Flynn’s career was high-visibility, and his appearance needed to tie in with any branding I wanted to create.
His credentials were exceptional, and I was running out of time, so I felt I’d had no choice but to shoot straight for the stars and tell him what was on my mind.
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