“And that fucking sucks,” she muttered as she pushed from her chair and stalked into the kitchen.
At least she had gotten the words out of her brain, so maybe she could get back into the story. If she was going to catch up on her work, it was going to be a long night of writing, and she needed an infusion of caffeine.
Pulling a can of soda from the refrigerator, she returned to her office and forced herself to work. She knew she would not hear from Flynn anytime soon, if at all, so she might as well lose herself in a story that she could build a happy ending for, even if her own story did not.
Chapter Three
For the next three days, Flynn carried Gina’s recorder in his left front pocket. Every time he put his hands in his pockets, he found himself fondling the small rectangular bit of electronics that held his brave, bold, generous Gina’s dreams.
Each time he did, his cock would twitch with interest, and he found himself smiling as he mentally planned how to make his sweet woman’s fantasy come true with a few added twists of his own. Her fantasy was good, but it did not go nearly far enough to make him happy.
He found himself picking up his phone to call her at least a dozen times each day. Several times, he even went so far as to pull up her number but stopped with his thumb hovering over the “send” button before hitting the “end” button instead. This was not something they could be talk out over the phone. This required a face-to-face discussion.
Or better yet, he could skip the talking and move straight to action, which was much more his style. He knew what had to be done, had planned and tweaked and envisioned it enough times that he knew every move he wanted to make. All it would take would be for Gina to place her trust in his care.
Looking over his work schedule for the next two days, he decided there was no time like the present to put the plan into motion. His roommate was gone for the next week, and though his wood-working workload was heavier than usual due to Christmas orders coming in earlier this year, he needed to see her.
Maybe Gina could help.
Or maybe, she would be happy to sit in the corner of his workroom and do her own work. Watching her create one of her smoking hot stories had been a long-held fantasy of his. When their work was finished, they could play.
“Sounds like you’ve got a plan,” he assured himself, silently praying that Gina had not yet given up on him.
****
Gina jumped, as she always did when her cellphone sang out too early the next morning. It took only a few notes for her to recognize the ring tone as the one she had assigned solely to Flynn’s number.
Her heart pounding fast, she clicked the “accept” button before lifting it to her ear. “Hello?” Her greeting was tentative since after three days without hearing from him, she had herself convinced that she would never hear from him again.
“Whatcha got planned for today?” he asked.
He did not sound angry or freaked out, as she had expected. In fact, he sounded wide-awake and upbeat, just like his normal self.
“Not much, just doing laundry and some writing,” she replied, wondering where this conversation was heading.
Did he want to stop by and break things off in person? Or did he have something else in mind?
“Can you wait until tomorrow to do laundry?”
“I guess so.”
“Will you be able to write without being in your office?”
His questions made her heart take a leap and begin to beat a little faster even as she frowned in confusion. Early mornings were not her best time and since she did not drink coffee, she was only half through her first soda for the day. It usually took at least a full can of caffeine before she could make intelligent conversation.
“I have to copy the file onto my tablet, but I can write pretty much anywhere. Why?” She could not stop herself from asking, though she had an inkling he was responding to her recording not with words but actions.
“Do that. And dress in something warm and comfy, with maybe something silky and sexy underneath. I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” he said, not answering her question before hanging up.
Looking down at herself, Gina pulled a face. She had yet to get her shower and to dress. Flynn would be here long before she would be ready to go. After unlocking the front door, she pulled off her nightshirt and panties as she headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
She could not help but smile in anticipation as she guessed that Flynn was finally going to let her into his life.
Chapter Four
Flynn stepped through Gina’s back door just moments after hanging up with her, unable to wait any longer to begin what he hoped would be a turning point of their relationship. The sound of running water drew him to the back of the house, toward her bedroom with its en suite bathroom. He stopped in the bathroom doorway where he could see Gina all wet and soapy through the glass shower door.
Instead of announcing his presence, he stripped out of his clothes before crossing the bathroom. His cock throbbed as he gazed for a long few seconds at the large, deep soaking tub across the room. Playing ‘Submarine Hunt’ would have to wait until tonight, if they made it back here.
Opening the door just enough to slip into the shower, he stepped through the cloud of steam and pulled it shut again behind him. Gina squealed and stiffened as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Need help washing your back?” he asked softly before sucking one earlobe between his teeth and nibbling gently.
“Flynn?” she asked on a gasp before relaxing into his embrace. “It’s only been about three minutes, not twenty.”
He chuckled as she turned in his arms and rubbed her water-slicked breasts against his chest. “I called from the driveway.”
A man of action and not the word artist Gina was, Flynn slid one hand up her back and under her wet hair. Holding her head still, he leaned in and kissed her. As his lips brushed over hers, he shuffled forward, moving them across the small enclosure. Gina gasped when her warm, wet backside met the cooler wet tile of the shower stall.
Flynn took advantage of her parted lips to deepen the kiss. He angled his head and his tongue pushed deep, fully exploring her mouth as he pressed his body even more firmly against hers. His cock throbbed with need as he sandwiched her body securely between his and the wall. He began to trace patterns on her slick skin, moving across her shoulders and the front of her chest before working his way down her sides and around until his palms cupped her ass cheeks.
He gave a mental shout of triumph when her arms came up and around his shoulders, one hand cupping his skull to prevent him from moving too far away as the kiss continued, soul-deep, white-hot, and filled with the emotion and need that neither of them seemed able to otherwise express.
Pressing his fingers into her bottom, he lifted her. Her pelvis and puffy-lipped slit pressed against the underside of his cock as she slid up his body. He was forced to break the kiss long enough to sigh a moan, which harmonized with the panting sounds of highly aroused need Gina was making.
As if she could hear his thoughts, Gina raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips, spreading herself wide just as the head of his cock brushed over her clit.
“Oh, please,” she murmured as he reached down and guided the head of his cock up and down from clit to pussy entrance and back again.
“What do you want?” His words were low and dark as he grazed his lips and mustache up the side of her neck, causing her head to tilt, giving him more access.
“Please, Flynn, please fuck me,” she whispered.
Flynn lifted his head. Though she had her eyes closed, he saw the passion in her expression as well as the underlying shyness that turned her cheeks a rosy shade of embarrassed.
Since his own body needed relief, he did not linger to play as he might have, but fit the tip of his cock to her opening and lowered her quickly. Molten heat surrounded him and the muscles of her channel immediately began to tighten in rippling waves around his cock.
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bsp; “Oh, shit, this is going to be hard and fast,” he warned, trying to rein in enough composure to see to her needs before his own threatened to overwhelm him.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hips arching back and forth as she tried to fuck herself. Wrapped around him as she was, Gina could only move an inch up and down his cock. The hairs surrounding the base brushed back and forth over her clit. “Please.”
Flynn shifted his feet farther apart and back a few inches, to give himself the best leverage for the task at hand. Gina was already panting and making the sexy little noises that always sent his arousal skyrocketing, and this time was no different.
“Hold on tight,” he said between gritted teeth.
He groaned as her limbs tightened, pulling him impossibly closer. His lips covered hers once again before he began to move. His cock slid in and out at such an angle that every stroke rubbed over her clit as well as stroked deep inside her pussy. It only took a few strokes before her panting sighs turned to crying moans of orgasm. Her arms and legs tightened around him as she came.
“Oh shit,” he growled with his tongue deep in her mouth as his own release came out of nowhere to tackle him a second later.
His back muscles spasmed as his balls contracted painfully tight, forcing his life fluids to explode through the length of his cock and flooded her pussy. At the same time, his knees locked and everything from the waist down went numb.
He could barely breathe as he pulled his lips from hers and rested his forehead against the wall beside hers. “Now that’s the way every day should start, with a hot shower and a wet woman. Or maybe that should be a hot woman and wet shower?”
****
Dropping her legs from around his hips, Gina clung to Flynn, silently thankful he remained pressed tight against her. Between his unexpected call and now his surprise appearance in her shower, she was so off-kilter she could not come up with a reply to his question.
They remained intertwined for more than a minute, slowly catching their breath and recovering from yet another of the amazing sexcapades they seemed so good at.
Finally, he leaned his upper body back while his hips and belly still pressed against her and asked, “You okay?”
Her head bobbled up and down then side to side before she dropped it forward to rest on his shoulder so he could not see the tears filling her eyes. She had no explanation for them except that the joy of seeing him slammed against the painful expectation for him to jump out of the shower, into his clothes, and race out of here without a word in response to her recording.
The tears that burned her eyes began to drip onto his chest and she sniffed as she tried unsuccessfully to fight back the need to cry.
“Gina? What is it? What’s wrong, honey?”
One hand came up between them to lift her head, but she fought him, instead turning her head and pressing her upper body tighter to his as she tried to regain control. This time, she shrugged in response to his questions. If she spoke, he would know for certain that something was very, very wrong.
But Flynn seemed to know without her saying a word. “I’ve fucked things up royally, haven’t I?” he asked as one hand stroked her spine from the base of her neck to the top of her ass and back again. “We should have talked before I attacked you in the shower.”
“Maybe, but I hope you noticed I didn’t fight you off.” She rubbed her cheek back and forth across his shoulder then lifted her head to look at him. “But now that our stress levels are under control, maybe we can have that talk without hormones getting in the way?”
Flynn looked serious as he nodded. “Sounds like a plan. But first we need to get you dried off and dressed or my mind won’t be on our conversation,” he said as he ran his left hand down her body and then patted her right ass cheek in a familiar action.
She nodded but swallowed hard, the dread of the past days once again welling up in her. Would he regret what just happened between them once he was dry and dressed? She hoped not.
The only thing she regretted about their relationship was that she had allowed it to go on this long without standing up for herself. She detested feeling like she was sitting in a rowboat with no oars in the middle of a fog-covered lake. She had no clue as to which direction she should be moving in and no foreseeable method of getting there.
Gina followed Flynn out of the shower and dried off as quickly as she could. She hated her body, and even after all this time, still did not understand what Flynn found so sexy about it.
As she pulled on her own clothes, she watched him do the same. She sighed as he covered up all the flesh she wished she could explore, tease, and test for reaction. Since she abhorred socks, she slipped on a pair of sneakers and followed Flynn from the bedroom.
“Is your tablet ready to go?” he asked as he buckled his belt.
“Two minutes,” she said.
She left the bedroom and grabbed the tablet off the coffee table before racing to her office. Once he finished dressing, Flynn followed and circled the room, checking things out as she quickly copied the file she needed and sent it to her tablet.
After shutting down her computer, she grabbed an empty pad of paper from a pile on the bookshelf in the corner. Then she retrieved her purse from its place on the catchall table by the back door.
Making sure she had her keys, she found Flynn waiting at the front door. “I’m ready,” she said, once again curious as to what he had planned.
Since he had not simply dressed and dumped her, a spark of hope that he would not be kicking her to the curb flared. With Flynn though, she had learned he never reacted the way she figured he would. She could come up with three or four options of how he might react to a situation and he almost always surprised her by doing something she had never thought of.
Taking a deep breath, she checked the lock after pulling the door closed. For today, she would relax and follow where he led. She sent up a silent prayer that at the end of the day, they would both be comfortable and in agreement about whatever direction this thing between them would be taking.
Chapter Five
Though he tried not to show it, Flynn was sweating bullets as he drove away from Gina’s house with her in the truck beside him. It had been a hell of a lot of years since he had spent any real kind of time with anyone except his coworkers or his roommate. He wondered if he would be able to keep his focus on the romance of her fantasy instead of the sex.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye several times to see Gina’s reaction as he drove from her neighborhood across town to his. She remained silent, and though she looked around, her expression was unreadable.
At the next light, he had to shift in his seat as her soft, earthy feminine scent filled the truck’s cab. Just being this close to her had his cock half-hard and twitching though she had not said a word in the last five minutes.
Not knowing what to say to fill the silence that was not as comfortable as he would have preferred, Flynn remained silent until he pulled into the driveway of the house he had moved into nearly two years before. His address was at the top of a long list of things he had never shared with her though he now had trouble remembering why.
He pulled around to the garage and parked before turning to look at her. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”
Reaching for the visor, he pressed the garage door opener before climbing out. Gina followed silently, her expression still unreadable, but her eyes alight with curiosity. Carrying her bag, she trailed behind him into the triple garage where he ran his woodworking shop.
He looked around and wondered how she would see his shop. To him, it was functional despite the fact that he had needed to clean it up more than a month ago. Linking his hand with hers, he took her around the garage on a quick tour.
The shelves along the far sidewall held supplies, and two large worktables in the center of the space provided more than enough room for almost any size project he was putting together. If need be, they could be pushed together, or separated like they were now fo
r smaller ones.
Several finished pieces that were ready for delivery filled one corner of the garage. Maybe he would take her out this afternoon to deliver those so she could see the entire scope of his business. His desk with three computer screens sat in one back corner with a bulletin board of new orders and messages waiting for his attention hanging on the wall over it. It was not neat or organized, but he knew where everything was, and that was the important thing.
The three wooden rocking chairs he was currently working on covered one of the worktables. His plan had been to put them together today so he could stain and varnish them tonight or maybe tomorrow morning, depending on how things went with Gina.
“This is it,” he said when Gina still did not say anything. “I need to finish putting these together this morning, so make yourself at home.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“You can sit there and talk to me, or you can break out that computer and do your own work, but whatever you do, you cannot come to this side of the room,” he said with a grin as he drew a line down the middle of the room. “You have to stay on your side and I have to stay on mine. Otherwise neither of us will get anything done.”
She smiled and moved to sit on one of the stools that floated around the room wherever he needed them. “Sounds like a plan. Want to bet on who breaks first?”
“Depends on which scene you’re writing in your book,” Flynn said with a chuckle.
“Working up to the climatic last sex scene,” she replied. With a wink and grin, she unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and spread the neckline open a little further until he could see the curve of her breasts and the lace of her bra.
Swallowing hard, he asked, “Is that one of those front-close bras you’re wearing?”
Gina’s grin widened even further. “Does it matter? You’re supposed to stay on that side of the room and work.”
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