by Low, Gennita
Tension seeped from his body and she felt him almost sink into the floor. Touching him was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Even through his clothing, he was hot to the touch, and there was so little spare flesh on his body. No love handles, no paunch. She wanted to run her hands down over his ass just to see if it was as firm as it looked. A man’s eyes turned her on, but a nice ass came in a close second.
Shifting to his feet, she lifted his right into her hand to start manipulating. As she moved up his calves, he moaned again, and mumbled something into the pillow.
“What?”
She leaned over him to try to hear what he said. Flynn lifted his head long enough to catch her gaze. “That feels phenomenal.”
Willow grinned and lifted his other foot, giving it the same attention before moving up his calf again. Then, shifting a little bit, she started to rub his hamstrings, first his right, then his left. Flynn groaned loud and long and pretended to cry.
“You’re killing me woman, but it feels so good.”
Willow couldn’t get a good grip on his thigh because of the nylon fabric of his shorts. “Don’t freak.”
Before he could say anything, she’d slipped her hands beneath the leg of the shorts, gripping the large muscles. She massaged up and down, then shifted over to the other leg, doing the same thing. He didn’t say anything about her touching him so intimately. Willow wondered if he would stay quiet when she massaged his butt.
Climbing and descending mountains put a lot of stress on the heavy muscles of the lower body, especially the thighs and the buttocks. As sore as his thighs seemed to be, his gluteus muscles had to be just as sore. Swallowing heavily, she allowed her hands to rest on the cheeks of his perfect ass before she dug her fingers in.
Flynn gasped in painful pleasure. God, Willow hadn’t been kidding when she said she had massaging hands. As she dug her fingers carefully into the muscles of his ass, he feared she would hurt him more than he already was, but she applied the perfect amount of pressure. He’d fallen on his right side and she made sure not to rub that side as hard as the other. Not that she could see the bruises, but they were there.
He felt her shift to his other side and she started at his calves again. Flynn fought with a ton of guilt, because there was no way he could pay her back for what she was doing to his body. Yeah, he was strong, but that mountain had seriously kicked his ass. Running five miles on a flat paved surface had left a huge gap in his training, he realized now.
She started to work his left hamstring and he wanted to pull away, but he stayed still, breathing through the pain. She found every knot, then slowly worked it away. As she moved up his left ass cheek, he realized it was more sore than the other side. Well, he’d been babying his injured side, so it made sense that the opposite side had worked harder. His eyes watered and he clenched his fists, but when she started to move up his back, he realized that his legs and ass felt better after her attention.
He was also getting hard. As if it weren’t enough that she was touching almost every square inch of his body, she’d also been rocking his body. His cock had appreciated the attention whether she realized it or not.
She worked up his back again, paying attention to a million hurts he didn’t even realize he had.
“Do you want to turn over?”
Flynn choked out a laugh. “I don’t know if you want me to,” he mumbled.
Her hands paused and he felt her heat as she leaned over his back. Her long hair drifted over his shoulder, smelling of lavender. “Why?”
“Because I’m harder than a rock,” he growled.
Willow’s hands pulled completely away and she leaned back. “That’s okay. If you want the front of your legs rubbed, turn over.”
Flynn debated whether it would be prudent to take her up on her offer, or if he should tell her thank you for her time and send her on her way. Hell, maybe he was reading more into the situation than she intended. Maybe she would actually rub his legs and leave it at that. She may not even want what he had.
Disgusted with his own indecision, he followed what his gut told him to do, and flipped over.
Flynn felt the brush of Willow’s gaze along the length of his cock before she deliberately looked at his legs. Reaching out, she started to knead the heavy muscle at the front of his right thigh. Once again, he lost himself in the feel of her magic hands moving up and down the length of his upper leg. She paused at the upper part of his thigh and he felt the tips of her fingers trace the puckered line on the outside of his right hip. “Jeez, Flynn, that’s a hell of a scar.”
He sighed and rested his arm over his eyes, unwilling to see her face just then. “I had to have a hip replacement.”
Even without looking, he knew he’d shocked her. He waited for her response and was surprised when he felt her rest a hand on his chest. Moving his arm, he glanced up at her.
Concern had dimmed the light in her eyes. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
He didn’t know if she meant the surgery or the war or what, but it didn’t really matter. The sincerity in her face really touched him, but he forced a shrug. “It was part of the mission. Not how I wanted it to end, but it happens to the best of us.”
Forcing a grin, he tugged on the end of her braid.
Willow leaned forward, resting her lips on his for a timeless moment. Wrapping his hand around the back of her head, Flynn refused to let her go, tugging her down against him. With a gasp, Willow’s lush body rested against his, exciting him all over again.
Instinctively, her thigh slid over his, sliding against his erection.
Flynn rolled them over, till he cradled her head and hip beneath him. God, she felt good. She’d already sent gallons of endorphins cruising through his body because of the rub, but this pleased a completely different part of his body. His dick nestled into the V of her pelvis.
Willow gasped, surging against him, spreading her legs to pull him closer to her. Flynn stopped moving for the barest second. “If you don’t want this, Willow, you need to tell me now.”
Rather than respond, she ran both hands beneath the elastic band of his shorts, squeezing. “You have a beautiful ass,” she whispered.
Flynn chuckled, grinding against her. “If you say so.”
Willow wore a plaid button-down shirt in shades of green. Very pretty, but the damn buttons wouldn’t release for his blunt fingers. The need to see her plump breasts was almost overwhelming. He’d been fantasizing about them for so long.
Willow seemed to sense how needy he was, because she started to undo the buttons herself. When the sides of her shirt draped open, Flynn groaned. Even wrapped in satin, her breasts were truly gorgeous. She did a little shimmy beneath him, reaching her hands behind her, and the satin fell away.
Taut, brown, pebbled nipples begged for attention. Resting on his elbow, Flynn weighed the left one in his hand, strumming his fingers over the tip. Willow panted and cupped both breasts for him to pay attention to. Leaning down to taste one nipple, he continued to fondle the other with his hand until she cried out, shuddering.
He skimmed his hand down the pale skin of her belly, fascinated at the downy-soft feel. At the waistband of her jeans, he ran his fingers across the fabric, then unfastened the button. When he peeled back the sides, the zipper went down, revealing a pair of dark-blue satin underwear.
Flynn clenched his jaw, burying his hand inside her jeans and against her belly, rubbing as far as he could reach. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of the fabric on her soft skin, and he rocked his hand back and forth. Lunging to his knees, he gripped the sides of her jeans, tugging. Willow lifted her hips and let him drag them down her legs. They landed in a pile at the end of the couch. He nestled himself back between her thighs, grinding his hard length against the fabric he’d revealed.
“Fuck, I could come just like this. You feel so damn good.”
Willow grinned at him, rocking her hips up into his cock. For the briefest second, Flynn’s vision actuall
y dimmed as the need began to blind him to everything else. Slipping a finger beneath the soaked gusset of her panties, he ripped them away from her body. He pulled back to look at the soft dark fuzz he’d revealed, trimmed to a narrow band just above her slit. The tingle in his balls threatened orgasm.
Ignoring the muscle pain, he shoved to his feet, reaching for her hand. Willow grinned as he jerked her to her feet and led her into the bedroom. He guided her to lay on the bed and she did, in her own way. Backing onto the mattress, she stretched sinuously, stretching one arm high to lift her breasts. Then she glided both hands down her body, and one finger slipped into her glistening cleft. Her golden eyes drifted shut with pleasure.
Flynn ripped his own clothes away, uncaring what she thought about his battle-worn body. Willow watched him through slitted eyes and opened her arms to him.
Flynn crawled up the bed and between her legs. Without giving her a chance to protest, he moved her hand away and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her slit, then arrowed his tongue to burrow in. She tasted of wild honey. Willow cried out as he circled her clit and shifted beneath him. Her hands fell to the bed and she fisted the sheets, rocking her hips up into his movements.
When he slipped a finger into her wetness, he flinched at her heat, imagining what it would feel like enveloping his dick. Plunging his finger deeper in time with the movement of his tongue, he tried to curb his own excitement even as he built hers.
Willow was a sensual woman. She had no problem telling him exactly what she wanted. Within seconds her first orgasm rippled through her body. Flynn opened his eyes to watch the pleasure wash over her. God, she was beautiful. She shuddered and quivered, and her moan was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. Even as the aftershocks rippled through her body, she opened her arms and guided him into her heat.
Flynn seated himself in her body and stilled. Willow’s body still shivered with aftershocks and she cried out as her body accommodated his. As he started to move within her, slowly at first, then faster and faster as his control frayed, those subtle shivers turned into quakes as her body tightened with another orgasm. Her pleasure and excitement fed his own, and Flynn let himself go. It had been too long to hope to put it off. Three hard, deep plunges sent his body supernova, blinding him to everything but that hard point of release. Willow cradled him to her as his body played out its movements, her face nestled into his neck.
It took several long minutes for his pleasure to finally ebb. Willow still cradled him to her, her legs wound around his. Flynn pulled back enough to press a kiss to her jaw, then tugged her back into the curve of his body. It just wasn’t in him to move in the near future. The house could be burning around him and he would die happy, part of her.
They fell asleep still joined.
Chapter Six
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Willow was prodded awake by a heavy erection gliding into her from behind. A hard hand cupped her breast, and his other hand glided down her belly. As she gasped at the invasion, Flynn buried his mouth into her neck. The bristles of his beard sent shivers dancing along her skin, but it cranked her arousal to catch up with him.
Flynn loved her like a starving man. Willow had a feeling he hadn’t been with anyone since he’d returned stateside, so it made her acceptance into his life all the more precious.
And it wasn’t as if she were unaffected. Flynn appealed to her on a level no other man had and she already felt like her life was woven with his. As he surged into her, pushing her over the edge of pleasure, she knew for a fact that love was a breath away. It was on the tip of her tongue to whisper the words as he groaned in her ear, losing himself in his own pleasure, but she held them back.
It was simply too soon.
With a final series of surges, he reluctantly pulled out of her body.
Willow shuddered with aftershocks. Flynn rolled to the side, boneless, and grinned at her in the dark bedroom. She saw the flash of his bright teeth in the meager light from the bathroom. “Sorry to wake you up.”
She lifted her brows at the false apology. “Yeah, right. I could tell how apologetic you were as you yelled out you were coming.”
Flynn chuckled and pulled her tighter against his body. “What can I say? You’re damn good sex.”
She frowned at the off-hand way he said that. She hoped she was becoming more than that. Leaning up, she pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Do you mind if I use your shower?”
“Nope. Go right ahead.”
She waited for him to join her, but he never appeared. When she left the bathroom, the bedroom had begun to lighten with dawn, and Flynn snored lightly. She smiled at his relaxed, leg-sprawled pose, until her gaze drifted down over his lower abdomen. On his right hand side, same side as the long scar on his thigh, there was a fist-sized area of pale silver skin. A couple of silver lines crossed through the middle. If she didn’t know better, she would think it had been a huge gunshot wound.
Hell, she would bet on it. The man had been a SEAL, some of the most elite of the military. She watched the national news every night. Had he been one of the many injuries or attacks she’d seen listed over there?
She glanced around the room. Most of her clothes were out in the living room. Her gaze landed on a small picture frame on the wall and she stepped forward to look more closely. Flynn was young but recognizable, though his beard seemed fuller now. There was a daring, devilish smile on his face as he stood next to another man, both dressed in desert camo. Both held leashes to dogs sitting in front of them.
Willow leaned in further. That must be Mace. The dark-faced, lean Belgian Malinois looked ready to go, ears pricked to attention. He almost seemed to quiver with excitement. As she looked between Flynn and the dog, she realized they were both ready for anything, both just waiting for any excuse to leap into action.
It made her sad that Mace was no longer with them. She wondered about the other team, and if Flynn ever talked to them anymore. They seemed close in the picture.
With a final glance at his naked shape, she walked out of the room to get dressed. Unable to find anything else, she jotted a note on the Chinese menu and left it on his chair where she knew he’d find it. Maya and Guinness whined to go out, so she walked them down the steps to the yard. They did their business and she urged them toward the SUV. Maya was reluctant to leave but eventually complied.
Willow didn’t see Flynn till later on that night. He knocked on her back patio door, then let himself in. Maya went into a wild jumping fit, she was so glad to see her human. Willow laughed at her antics, even as nervousness churned her tummy. The day after sex always seemed awkward to her, because neither side wanted to be rejected, yet both expected it. Flynn eased that worry as soon as he saw her, though. He crossed the floor, took her in his arms and laid one of the hottest, open-mouthed kisses on her she’d ever had.
When he lifted his head, he grinned down at her dazed expression. “I hope I didn’t scare you.”
She shook her head, pushing her hair behind her ears. “No, of course not, just took me by surprise a little bit.” She grinned at him. “Looks like you’re feeling better.”
Flynn laughed and Willow had to stare. For the first time she could see the devil-may-care attitude she’d seen in the picture from years ago. The setting sun was bright enough to require sunglasses, and the wraparound shades he wore sat rakishly on top of his head.
She grinned at his light-heartedness and wondered if she dared broach the subject she’d been researching all day. Eh. She took the coward’s way out and avoided it for now. “Your butt must not be hurting you anymore.”
“Not like it was yesterday. Thank you for that massage. I really do think you shortened my recovery time.”
It was Willow’s turn to shrug. “I felt bad for truckin’ you up and down that mountain. It was the least I could do. Can you stay for dinner?”
His eyes darkened with intent and he stepped toward her. “Any chance we can have dessert first?”
Surprise made her mouth fall open and
she took an instinctive step back, then another. Flynn followed, staying just within reach of her. Willow giggled at the silly play and dodged around a chair, keeping it between them. Eventually, he gripped the arm of the chair and jerked it away, stealing her cover. Willow tried to dodge through the door into the house, but he caught her from behind. Laughing until she could hardly breathe, Willow turned in his arms, wrapping them around his neck. He took her mouth in a crushing kiss and she could feel the grin against her mouth.
This lighthearted Flynn fascinated her. When he came into the office, it was usually to escort a critically ill animal. She’d only ever seen him as somber, snappish. This lighter version thrilled her. And excited her. As he walked her backwards through the house, tugging clothes away from her body as they went, arousal beat a steady tattoo through her body.
When they reached the door of her bedroom, he was significantly overdressed. Willow dragged his t-shirt up over his head. Hard-wrought muscles flexed and bunched as he stripped for her. A light covering of hair covered his nipples and pecs, then streamlined down his abdomen. Her glance skipped over the scars on his right side and straight to the extraordinary erection he fisted and stroked.
Willow dragged her panties down her thighs and ripped her socks off, the last of her clothing. Then, stepping toward him, she moved his hand from his cock so that she could wrap her hand around it.
Flynn groaned and pressed his lips to hers, skimming his tongue into her mouth. Willow groaned, pressing her breasts into the wall of his chest. As she started to stroke his erection, one of his hands swooped down her belly to her wet core. She’d been wet and aroused all day, remembering the loving he had given her the night before.
Brushing her nipples back and forth against the wall of his chest, she opened her mouth wide beneath his questing tongue, drowning in the flavor of need.
Flynn wedged his cock between their bodies, rocking his hips to rub against her soft belly. “Get on the bed.”
