Flint

by Sadie King

  “You okay?”

  She shakes her head. “I can’t believe it was Bevan. He was always so nice to me.”

  I look at him slumped on the floor. He looks peaceful and harmless. You wouldn’t imagine that just a few moments ago he was threatening Olivia with a knife.

  “Nothing surprises me about people anymore,” I tell her.

  She’s shaking and I fold my arms around her, pulling her toward me.

  “I’m so sorry,” she says, “about earlier. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t turned up.”

  “I know you were angry, but I wasn’t going to leave you unprotected. You’re mine, Olivia, and I’ll always protect you. Understand?”

  She nods and leans her head against my chest. I hold her in my arms until she stops shaking.

  A noise from the restaurant makes us jump apart.

  “What was that?” she asks.

  “I called for back-up,” I tell her. “I didn’t know what I was going to find. Sorry, that’s probably them.”

  As soon as we push open the door to the kitchen, we can see flashing blue lights. There are three police cars parked outside, and armed officers are in the restaurant.

  “It’s all right,” I say. “We’ve apprehended the suspect. You can stand down.” I motion to the nearest officer. “He’s cuffed in the office out back.” He hurries off to find him.

  I lead Olivia over to a chair. “We’ll need to take a victim’s statement.”

  She nods, and I beckon another officer over. While she gives her statement I stay by her side, never letting go of her hand.

  It’s a half hour later when we’re ready to leave the restaurant. By this time a crowd has gathered outside, and as we leave a photographer steps forward and takes our picture.

  “Oh great, it’s the press,” mutters Olivia.

  “Let me deal with them.”

  “Don’t be rude,” she says firmly.

  “Rude?” I give her a smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

  I put a protective arm around her as we move through the crowd.

  I make myself smile as cameras are raised in my face. Finally, we make it through the crowd and off down the street.

  “Come on,” I say. “Let’s get you home.”

  7

  Olivia

  It doesn’t take long to walk the few blocks to my apartment. My head is swimming with everything that’s happened, and I have this sinking feeling about what’s going to be in the news tomorrow, which is the same day that Sal and Jenny get back.

  I sigh heavily and lean into Flint, his warm body reassuring against mine. We stop outside the apartment under the flickering lamplight, and he turns to face me.

  “How are you feeling?” His eyes search mine.

  “Better,” I say. “But I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

  He smiles. “I have no intention of leaving you alone.”

  He presses his lips to mine, and my senses are overwhelmed with him: the scent of his aftershave, the taste of his lips, the feel of his breath on mine. For a moment I feel dizzy, like there’s nothing else in the world but the two of us and this kiss. It’s the sweetest sensation, and it seems to last forever.

  His hands slide around my hips, and suddenly I’m being lifted into the air.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m taking you upstairs, and I’m going to have my wicked way with you.”

  I squeal as he launches me over his shoulder.

  “You’ll put your back out,” I protest.

  He grunts. “I’m fine. I work out.”

  We both laugh, and I let him carry me to the door. He turns around, and I lean down to punch the code into the keypad.

  “You can put me down now,” I say as he strides into the lobby.

  “No chance. Which floor?” he asks as the elevator doors open.

  “I’m going to bang my head!” I protest.

  “Okay, okay.” He slides me down to the floor, and we step into the elevator giggling like school children. It’s a relief to laugh after the stressful day.

  The door shuts, and we turn to each other. Suddenly, we’re kissing passionately and urgently. His hands are running all over me, and I’m pulling him toward me.

  He rips the front of my blouse, and I gasp as buttons ping everywhere.

  Then his warm hands are on my breasts, and he’s kissing my neck, and the place between my legs feels like it’s on fire. I run my hands over his ass and around to his stiff dick that’s pressing against his pants. He groans just as the elevator dings.

  We spring apart as the door opens, and I pull my open blouse over my breasts.

  He looks tentatively out the elevator doors.

  “Come on. There’s no one around.”

  I follow him out of the elevator, and we scamper down the corridor giggling, me holding the front of my blouse together and him walking awkwardly with a hard-on.

  I unlock the door, and we fall inside bent over with laughter.

  But as soon as the door shuts behind us, we’re all over each other.

  He pulls my blouse down my arms, and it drops on the floor. I tear at his pants, undoing the belt and pulling them off. His dick presses against his briefs, leaving a dark, wet smudge of pre-cum.

  His hands pull at my pants, and he slides them down my legs until we’re both standing in only our underwear.

  I don’t have time to be self-conscious, because he pushes me against the door and presses himself against me. And I don’t care what I look like because I’ve never felt sexier.

  His hands run all over my body, sending electric shocks through me, until he gets to the place between my legs. He strokes my pussy through my damp panties, and I’m so wet for him that I almost cum at his touch.

  He kneels before me and pulls my panties down. I can feel his breath on my skin, and then he kisses me, slow, delicate kisses from my thighs all the way up to my sensitive button. By the time he reaches my clit, I’m dripping wet. He laps it up, licking hungrily at my pussy.

  I moan in ecstasy as shock waves of pleasure run through me. He picks up the pace and slides his finger into my slit. It’s more than I can take and I cum hard, pulling his head toward me. He sucks my juices as the orgasm runs through me.

  Then he stands up. His eyes are dark and hooded, and I see my desire reflected in them.

  “I’ll get a condom.” He reaches into the pocket of his jeans, and I help him slide the condom onto his dick.

  His cock is hard and thick and pointed straight at me. He pushes me up against the door and lifts my leg, opening me up. He lines up his dick with my pussy, sliding it over my opening a few times. Then he slides the tip in. My pussy aches at his girth. It’s thick and warm, and my pussy seems to pull it in like a vice.

  For a moment I wonder if he’s too big for me, and then my body adjusts, expanding to take him in. He pushes in further, and I cry out as I slide down his shaft.

  He thrusts again, and we both moan with pleasure. He thrusts in and out, filling me up with his hard cock. One hand grabs my bare ass while the other holds up my leg by the thigh. Every muscle in his arm is straining, fueling my desire, and with every thrust I climb closer to my peak.

  He picks up the pace, slamming me into the door. It’s fast and urgent and full of need.

  Suddenly I’m at my peak, pleasure shooting through me. He gives me one last thrust, and then he’s coming too, our bodies joined together in our shared pleasure.

  We stay for a moment enjoying the togetherness, and then he slides out of me.

  “The neighbors will be wondering what’s going on,” I say panting.

  “Oh, the neighbors will know exactly what’s going on.”

  I giggle, and it feels so good to laugh with him, to cum with him.

  Later, after we’ve gathered our clothes together, we’re snuggled up on the couch.

  “I’m going to have to face up to Sal and Jenny tomorrow,” I say.

  “Are you really that
worried?” he asks. “Surely they’ll understand.”

  I frown. “Maybe.”

  He looks down at me. “You know, maybe you should open your own restaurant one day.”

  “Really? You think I could?”

  “I think you’d be amazing.”

  “Huh. Maybe I will.”

  I snuggle in next to him. It’s not a bad idea. And suddenly, with him by my side, I’m beginning to think that anything is possible.

  Epilogue

  Olivia

  Six years later…

  “Give them dessert on the house,” I tell the nervous looking waitress.

  “I’m so sorry. I’m sure I wrote the order down right.”

  “You probably did.” I smile kindly. “But the customer is always right. They won’t remember that they got the wrong dessert, but they will remember that they all got free desserts, and that means they’ll be back.”

  She looks relieved. “Okay. Thank you.”

  She scurries back to the table and almost trips over her own feet. I remind myself to have a word with her later about not rushing.

  It’s a busy lunch time shift, and we’re full to capacity. I watch the other staff nimbly glide around full tables carrying plates of delicious looking food and trays of drinks.

  The smells coming from the kitchen make my stomach rumble, and I rub it absently. Everything makes me hungry at this stage of pregnancy. The chefs are used to me visiting the kitchen for any titbits. It’s an owner’s prerogative to be able to pop in and sample the menu.

  It’s our second child. Our three-year-old son is looked after by my mom when we’re both working.

  Alistair hurries past with a wide smile on his face. “Peach Packton just walked in,” he says excitedly.

  “Clear our best table for her,” I say.

  “Already on it.”

  It was a stroke of luck getting Alistair as my manager when I opened my own place. He’s been trained in fine dining and top-notch service the same way I have and understands exactly what our customers expect. And now we’re starting to attract minor celebrities like Peach Packton, which I can’t help feeling smug about.

  The door swings open, and Flint’s burly figure strides through. He scans the room, and when he sees me his face lights up.

  He comes over, nodding hello to a few people along the way. As the new police captain, he’s well known around town.

  He’s also remembered as the local hero who single-handedly fought off an intruder, saved my life, and saved the town’s favorite restaurant.

  “How’s the lunch shift?” he asks, giving me a kiss on the lips. His mouth lingers, and I feel my body jump to attention instantly.

  “It’s okay,” I say, surveying the restaurant.

  I opened my own place three years ago. It was Flint who put the idea into my head, and he’s worked hard alongside me to make it a reality.

  “In fact, it’s better than okay,” I say. “Everything seems to be running smoothly without me.”

  “Then they won’t miss you for a few minutes,” he says, a mischievous look in his eye.

  I raise my eyebrows at him. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Oh, you know what I have in mind.”

  I laugh. “I think you’d better come into my office, officer.”

  He follows me out the back, and I’m tingling in anticipation. Six years together hasn’t dulled our passion for each other. In fact, seeing each other progress in our careers and building our family has only made us closer.

  As soon as we’re through the office door, he pushes me against it.

  “This reminds me of our first time,” I say.

  “Hmm,” he murmurs into my neck. “Except this time I know you’re mine.”

  “I was always yours,” I tell him.

  And he kisses me hard, his lips pressing into mine as our bodies start to come together, joined by love and possession and a need that’s as strong today as it was back then.

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