by Wyatt, Dani
He listened, and her breathing stopped. His little fire-doll had become a little beast for his fingers in her ass, so he knew tonight she would shoot off like a rocket when he introduced her to the real deal.
“You ready, babe? You’re taking me here tonight.”
He sank one slick finger into her ass as she let out a moan that drove his desire to the damn moon.
Fuck — her noises, Jesus. I could listen to that shit 24/7, like the most beautiful music the universe ever orchestrated.
His cock was leaking as he teased the head at her dripping opening, making sure to get himself good and slick. They wouldn’t need any lube. His babygirl was providing that in spades already. He scooped up another two fingers of her sweet nectar and massaged it into the dark bud.
“Oh god,” she mewed, dancing her hips at the touch of his fingers.
“You want Daddy’s cock in that ass, don’t you babe?”
Flynn pressed the swollen, flared heat against her and listened for the fuck-me sounds that immediately came from deep inside his sweet cherub.
“Um hum,” she moaned, and Flynn pushed ever so gently forward.
She began to let out more moans and opened her hips, giving him the assurance that his girl was primed and ready to have her ass taken.
He watched her body for signs that everything was good, and she didn’t disappoint. When he pushed his beast forward, she let out a gasp and pushed right back, popping his head inside, and Flynn thought he would lose his mind.
“God, babe — ”
They started to flex into each other. She was making fuck-that-hurts-but-don’t-stop sounds, and it was all he could do not to fire back with a full slam dunk. Unfortunately, that wouldn't make for a good first-ass venture for his babygirl, so he slipped slowly forward, then paused, letting her adjust before giving her another slow, even push.
Her body took to him like a duck to the damn water, and before he knew it, he had half his thick length inside of her and she was giving him every signal she still wanted more.
“You like that, babygirl?”
“Umm, yes…. More, please.”
Flynn felt the tingle start in his balls. Watching her body take his cock so willingly, so eagerly, sent his seed rising. He took a deep breath, filling and stretching his lungs, and even the pain from his ribs couldn’t deflate his crazed dick.
He let his fingers dance in her soaking folds, sending her into a convulsion, and she practically sprayed his hand with a round of slick, heated cream which he delivered to her ass and the rest of his shaft.
After that, he began to draw back, push forward, and she took him with yelps and moans but never stopped greeting every forward motion of his hips with her own backward push of acceptance.
“Take that cock, babe! So good. God babe, you're so perfect.”
Flynn let his hands drop to hold her hips, leaning into her, guiding his cock, feeling the tightness wrap and sending him into space.
He knew that shit must hurt, but his baby moved like a master, giving him a slight hip roll and sucking his dick deeper on her own.
Before long, she was screaming the roof down, and Flynn gave her almost all of himself as he groaned and slipped in and out, maddening his strokes as her ass pulled and massaged him with her orgasm.
Holy baby Jesus, I’ve never fucking felt anything like that. She’s got my dick on lock down in there, and she’s not letting go.
He could see her back curving up with her moment, clenching around him and her scream turned to more pain than pleasure.
“Breathe, babe. You have to breathe — ”
With one hand, he pushed down on her lower back, trying to get her muscles to relax and get her hips back in line. If she torqued up, it surely would hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. He wanted his girl to enjoy and beg for his cock in her ass, not look at him like a damn sadist.
Luckily, his voice got through to her, and with a deep cleansing breath, her body melted again. Her voice turned to a sweet breeze of sounds, and Flynn began to deepen his strokes. Harder and harder until her body completely submitted to him. He felt it physically and in her heart, and he knew their union was complete.
“Good girl — ”
They moved in rhythm, Lilly’s precious body yielding and her sounds filling the room. Flynn dropped one hand from her soft hip, reaching under and stroking in her wet lower lips, dancing on her swollen clit until she gasped and screamed, pulling his dick farther in her tight ass to let his seed go, deep, sealing them together again.
***
“Don’t make me say it again!” Lilly said with a shy half-giggle.
“I like to hear it. You liked that, didn’t you?” Flynn pulled her closer, loving the way they melted together, her back to his front, his lips on her neck, his arms letting her know she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Yes, I said I liked it. Now stop, okay? You are a freak, you know that?”
“Yep.”
Lilly’s belly still fluttered when he spoke slow and smooth in her ear. His calm confidence making her feel safe.
They lay quietly, the time quickly approaching when they would leave the hotel and go out into whatever was waiting for them. With his quiet breathing, Lilly knew he would always be there for her in every way.
He loved her for her flaws as much as her strengths, and it was a feeling of being free and yet bound at the same time.
“Can I ask you something?” Lilly said.
“You can always ask me anything.” Flynn’s sleepy voice warmed her shoulder.
“You are always talking about trust. But, it always seems to be about me trusting you. Do you trust me in equal measure? Because, if you do…” Lilly paused to make sure she found the right words. “Then why didn’t you trust me last night? Trust that I would never do something wrong. Something to betray you? You understand? I know I made a mistake, I get that. But I need you to trust me as much as you expect me to trust you.”
Lilly listened to his breathing. It stayed steady and even, and she felt his hand tighten around her waist just as his lips took a long moment on his favorite spot at the curve of her neck.
She could smell the flowers that Flynn had thrown in the garbage can. The hint of their sex and the fresh linen of the hotel bed.
“I’m not perfect. And I do trust you. I trust you like no one before. But when I saw his hands on you, I lost it, babe. But, you’re right. I’ll admit when I fuck up. I’m not saying I am completely wrong here, but you deserve my trust and I understand what you are saying. The street goes both ways, and I’m sorry, babe. I know when I fucked up too. I’m sorry.”
“You have to show me. Show me you trust me like I show you.”
“I get it, but some things will never change. I trust you, but I also expect you to listen and obey. Which last night, that was off the damn rails. I’m not jealous. Jealousy is for someone who wants something they don’t have. I’m protective. I’m damn territorial about you. Because I protect what’s mine and that means you. So, that part is never going away. But, I always want you to tell me what you’re feeling. Always, okay? That’s me wanting all of you. Every thought, every feeling — good, bad and ugly. I want it, okay?”
He moved his hand to push her hair behind her ear and laid a kiss there before bringing her hand up to his lips, kissing the ring he’d put on her left finger.
“I’m in this forever.” Flynn whispered. “All of you. Forever, babe.”
Before long, his breath was low and slow again. Lilly loved this part, when he would fall asleep, his arms still clutched at her waist. They only had a couple of hours and for a rare moment, she didn’t worry about what came next.
Chapter Forty
Mac sat in the back of his son’s Lincoln, dressed in a suit for the first time in a year. The once immaculate, tailor-fit suit now draped loose on his shrinking frame.
He watched as Topher stared at the laptop, its screen moving with images captured from just one of the three flash drives exposing the tru
th. Topher’s face drew tight, and he fiddled uncomfortably with his hat, finally spitting the ever present, wet cigar butt from between his teeth and out the window in disgust.
“What you going to do?” Mac asked.
“Not sure.” Topher sucked his lips to the side with a loud, wet sound as he stared out the half-open, tinted window.
“You can’t let it go on. This isn’t okay. There are lines we don’t cross. I know things have changed since my time, but this is not the way it’s done.”
“I can’t stop him from running his business the way he wants.”
“Well, you are not letting my granddaughter marry into this. I’ll kill him myself.”
“She’s not going to marry him. I didn’t say she would. I said, I can’t stop him from running his business. They are two different things.”
“You better take care of her. I may have been the one who sent her away, but I regret that now more than you know. We have to make it right. You hear me?”
“Yeah.”
Mac’s blurry eyes remembered the day he sat his son down to tell him there was no way his whore was going to disgrace the family. Told him he’d already put her on a plane and set up a loyal family member to marry her and raise his child.
It almost killed Topher then. He was a hard-hearted fuck, but men get their heart taken even when they don’t want it. Abigail took Topher’s heart; then Mac smashed it when he sent her away.
“You were married. I had to do it,” Mac started then changed his course. “No, I didn’t have to — I was wrong. It was just the way back then. I know better now. But, I want to make it right. We can take care of this, take care of her.”
“Yes, we can.”
“So, what’s the plan?” Mac asked.
“Not sure. Better you just let me think on it. It’s okay, Dad. I got it. I got her.”
Mac nodded at his son. Both men knowing they’d finally moved on.
***
“Babe, come on. We’re leaving.”
Flynn stood watching his beauty flit around the hotel suite. The memory of his hand on her ass and the taste of her tears still on his lips. She had taken her punishment just like he’d dreamed. Her ass up, her shoulder’s shaking, as he brought down the fire and then gave himself to her by kissing away the tears and solidifying that they were back on solid ground.
Now Lilly was dressed back in a canary, cashmere sweater and a floral skirt, her feet slipped into the same worn toe canvas shoes Flynn remembered from the boathouse nights.
“What if they see you? You can’t fight back. You almost passed out.”
“Momentary lapse. I’m fine. Come on.”
His girl wasn’t in the hearing mood, but he understood. He looked like hammered shit, and she knew that his ass had a target on it now. Gideon had tried to kill him, straight up, and he or someone else would try again — guaranteed.
It was almost six in the morning when, with some help, Flynn snuck them out the back of the penthouse. There was a staff entrance that his new best friend had instructed him about in the event a hasty escape became needed. Thanks to the chain-smoking, tattoo boy, Flynn and Lilly were down the stairs and out the back door by way of the kitchen no later than 6:10 am.
“Thanks, brah.” Flynn gave Jose a bro hug.
“Sure. You’re a strange motherfucker.”
“Yeah.”
“But you got a hot bitch!” Jose called out with a laugh as he headed off, his tie undone from a shift that had ended hours ago. He'd waited to be sure his new comrade was able to make his way back down and out the kitchen door.
Glancing back, the kid smiled a toothy, satisfied grin as Flynn held Lilly against him all the way to the Bronco. A thick wad of Flynn’s cash now bulged the front of his pants.
Generous fuck, the kid thought, an invigorated swagger taking him down the sidewalk toward the bus stop, the sun just peeking out over the horizon.
***
“Where will we go?” Lilly asked, her voice full of a trust Flynn longed to hear.
“You’re going to Ana’s. Sleep a few hours, then go to work with her. Like everything is normal. You usually work at least half a day, Saturday. Stay the course, everything else is on me, babe.”
“And Mom?” A hint of concern came through.
“It’s on me,” he repeated a bit slower making sure she heard each word.
“Okay.”
Flynn knew that if Gideon was supposed to have killed him in the fight last night, his head was still on the chopping block today. Colin wouldn’t back down, and the stakes just went up about as high as they could.
Lilly was safely ensconced in Ana’s apartment when Flynn pulled down the street toward Lakeshore Drive and into the mouth of the beast.
“You want me? I’m fucking coming for you, motherfucker,” he whispered to himself as he parked behind the back fence.
Inside the garage where the Bronco had rested for a year, there was another secret. Something Flynn had kept for himself. Something he said he would never use, but needed to know would be there for him just in case.
This was just-in-case time and he felt a calm darkness cover him as he pulled the metal cabinet away from the gray cinder-block garage wall.
Reaching behind, the felt the wool blanket, pulled and then it was there.
His just-in-case, cold and smiling up at him. Taunting him.
Telling him it knew he would come eventually.
Black.
Heavy.
Ready.
The steel was as hard and cold as Flynn’s skin as he slipped it into the back of his pants, his worn leather belt holding the grip rough and suspended against his back.
It was time.
It was way past time.
He would have preferred to face his father hand-to-hand. He knew that was the way. But time was his enemy as well as the way his body still hitched and faltered when he tried to do anything more exerting than a fast walk.
His body was pulling itself together, no longer did each breath stab with a red hot dagger, but he was far from 100% and this shit needed to be dealt with now.
Raising the stakes was the fact Gideon didn’t try to kill Flynn because it was his damn idea. He pulled that shit on an order. An order from his own father. And Colin Dunleavy did not leave things undone.
It’s the only way.
Flynn felt nothing as he made his way through the hedges in the early morning light. The grass soaked his boots as small branches cracked and leaves crunched, the swish of brush moving over his battered face and body.
He didn’t believe in God.
Didn’t believe in much of anything.
But, today, something believed in him, because when he came to the back door, there she was.
Molly’s little form looked like a statue. She stood in the cool morning air, waiting, looking right at Flynn as if he’d asked her to be there.
Neither spoke, she opened the door, and Flynn slipped inside, his fingers giving her arm a soft squeeze as he went by.
The halls were silent. But, if Colin was anywhere, Flynn knew where.
The door to the office was locked.
Flynn’s ear pressed into the wood door, but inside, it was as silent as the hall.
The stairs were quick, even as his beaten body drenched him in sweat, calling for rest, for recovery.
There was a shuffle. Somewhere from above.
He was here. Flynn had his buddy at the hotel check before he and Lilly hit the road and Colin checked out around 5 am.
Flynn tapped his fingers on the black steel, reminding it that he would need its service very soon.
In this life, it had always been a possibility that Flynn would be caught. Prosecuted. But, maybe not. People disappeared in their world all the time, the cops looking the other way, and things went on as they had for generations. Family matters, they were called.
The wood under his feet didn’t squeak, but his boots made a soft thunk, thunk as he walked at a normal gait. Not
fast, not slow, not soft. He was coming, and no amount of stealth mattered now.
The hall turned into a tunnel as Flynn approached the bedroom door where the man who contributed to his DNA probably lay sleeping. He was an early riser, but it was surely a late night, and he would be here, somewhere.
Three more steps and Flynn’s fingers curled around the cool brass knob. One turn and it would all be done. The images of his father from as far back as he could remember came to him.
None of them changed anything. None of them were of kindness. None of them were of a man with any virtue.
The silence was pressing in around him. He could hear his breathing, the blood in his veins pounding out in the injuries that covered his body.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
That voice drained the blood from Flynn’s face.
“I’m here to talk to our father. Get the fuck away. This isn’t about you.”
“Yeah? It’s all about me, brother. You and I both know that. You do know I’m going to finish what I started last night. You just did me a big favor by coming to me.” Gideon stood in loose, unbuttoned jeans, pulling a white t-shirt over his head. His eyes red rimmed and Flynn figured he’d been entertaining himself with one of his current household fucks most of the night.
“Why? Because he told you to? You’re a dog just like me, pawing around in his shit looking for scraps. You aren’t going to kill me. You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because. You kill me, you’re still just his dog. Nothing’s changed.”
“Everybody is somebody’s dog. At least here, I’m the alpha. You, on the other hand, are the training bait. Besides, he’s not here. So, it’s just you and me, brother.”
Real alphas never have to tell you that’s what they are. Desperate fucker.
Gideon sniffed and Flynn saw the dark purple forming under each eye. A memory of the strike he’d managed to land last night.
Flynn spun around, his hand turning the knob and sending the master bedroom door slamming into the wall. Colin’s room stared back, perfectly made up, his father nowhere to be seen.
