Christmas Blue at Flynn's

by Angela Verdenius

  But he didn’t say anything, simply smiled a little and kept walking with her hand securely in his clasp.

  By the time they got back to his house she was hypersensitive to Ben’s presence, mood, scent - basically Ben.

  They stopped on the front veranda.

  They both looked over to her house, the lights on, grandmothers and cousin - maybe cousins by now - inside waiting for her.

  Right now she wouldn’t go over there if they begged her.

  Ben’s gaze shifted down to study her face.

  She studied him in turn. She wasn’t mistaken, he wanted her, the desire was plain in his eyes yet he held her hand platonically. Silently.

  Wondering why he didn’t just invite her to stay the night, she waited.

  He just kept studying her. Waiting.

  Waiting? Wait. Was he…? “Um…Ben?”

  “Yes?”

  “Are you…?”

  He stood as still as a statue, breathing deeply, evenly, his chest rising and falling. Waiting for her to ask, finish her sentence, say something.

  She had to say something. Had to work up some nerve and just spit it out. “I’m not going home.”

  Wow, like that sounded mature.

  “Uh huh.” He just, damn it, waited.

  She took a deep breath. “Can I stay here tonight?”

  “Sure.” He - wait for it - waited.

  He wasn’t dumb, he had to know what she was asking.

  “Ben?”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m not sleeping on your sofa.” There, that was pretty blunt. Straight to the point.

  “Okay.” He waited. Patiently. Eyes like a hawk fastened on her.

  Desire was burning in those brown depths, so why wouldn’t he help her out?

  A little annoyed, she growled, “Do I have to beg?”

  Angling his head a little to the side, he regarded her unblinkingly. “You never have to beg me, Flynn.”

  “I’m trying to tell you something here.”

  He waited.

  She sighed, blew out a breath, frowned. “Ben.”

  “Yes, Flynn.”

  Nothing for it. Apparently she was useless at this hinting business, and not quite brave enough to come out with a bold, “I want you. Now.” So it was time for action.

  “Bugger it.” She jumped at him.

  Like literally.

  Arms around his neck, a small leap - and hallelujah! His arms wrapped around her bottom and hoisted her up against him. Her legs wrapped around his lean waist. Her lips met his and he was kissing her back just as hot, just as hard, just as fiercely.

  She had no idea how he did it, but while they were kissing he got them both in through the front door, managed to shut and lock it, and then he had her pinned up against the wall, his mouth open, his kisses searing, licking deep, tongue plundering the depths of her mouth.

  Oh God, yes!

  Sinking her hands into his thick, dark hair, she chased his tongue, slid along it, plundered his mouth as he’d done hers, was rewarded with his guttural growl that was so unlike happy Ben but now, apparently, was very much a part of aroused Ben.

  She liked both. Both made her happy. One made her smile. One made her tear at his clothes.

  Flynn wrangled his t-shirt up over his head and he helped by lifting first one arm, then the other, so she could pull it completely off and fling it aside. He kept her pinned securely to the wall with his hips.

  That little trick was a total turn-on.

  Man might not be muscle-bound but his pecs were hard, his biceps and triceps flexed admirably, there was definite strength in his body, and he even had a little flirt session with what looked like a barely discernable six pack on his hard, flat abdomen.

  She didn’t care either way, because hell, it was enough for her.

  Ben was enough for her.

  Ben was all she wanted in any shape.

  He fired up her senses, fired up her loins, burned her up, had her tongue hanging out, her nipples standing to attention, and her secrets creaming with desire, all hot and honeyed.

  Ben returned her frenzied favour of disrobing his top half by yanking her t-shirt up in turn, and she, helpful little Vegemite that she was, assisted by being impatient enough to yank it out of his hands and rip it over the top of her head and arms, throwing it over his shoulder to land on the floor.

  And on a very surprised Phoebe who’d been sitting there watching them with interest, but who now gave a startled yowl and shot off into the lounge.

  Arms under her bum, Ben wheeled them both around, striding down the short hallway, nearly falling over his own shirt. He hopped, swore while Flynn gave a gurgle of laughter, then, eyes so hot they practically burned right through her, he swept her into his bedroom and dropped her onto the bed.

  She bounced once, then was deliciously squashed by Ben’s broad-shouldered body coming down atop her.

  Even as he reclaimed her mouth his hands were on her body, one palm clamped on her side, fingers spreading, fingertips biting deliciously.

  She moaned into his mouth.

  Ben cupped her breast, eased his fingertips beneath the band, growled “This isn’t going to work”, came up onto his knees, flipped her over, unsnapped her bra, flipped her back and yanked the scrap of lace off. His eyes lit up even hotter as he beheld her naked breasts.

  They might be small, certainly not even a good handful, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, his eyes got even hotter, she could swear she saw actual flames burning in the depths.

  Oh, he liked her small boobs just fine.

  That was proven when he growled, “Oh yeah,” and he came back down onto her, only this time he shifted further down so that his mouth was level with her breasts and then - oh sweet God in Heaven! His mouth closed over one nipple and he sucked.

  Hard.

  Made her come right off the bed.

  Okay, it felt like she’d come off the bed but it was impossible with him pinning her down. But she did arch up into him, a very lustful cry ripping from her as sparks danced along her skin, heat spiralling from her nipple to dance in the pit of her stomach.

  Nor did he abandon the other aching nipple. His other hand cupped her breast, swallowed the small mound, long fingers flexing before he drew his hand up to allow his fingertips to play with the tender bud.

  The man certainly had impeccable manners, making sure he didn’t neglect it. Flynn smiled hazily.

  Right before she jerked beneath him, one knee bending as his other hand suddenly cupped her secrets.

  How the hell had he done that?

  She had no idea.

  His mouth was at one nipple, his fingers at another, and his free hand was now learning her secrets, fingertip dancing along the seam of her body, playing around the honeyed entrance, teasing her as he tapped upward then pressed firmly on her perineum.

  Made her see stars.

  Gasping, Flynn bent her other knee, giving him greater access to her body, and he took full advantage.

  In fact, he released her nipple, gave the glistening red tip a little kiss, gave the other nipple a fond little kiss, then, with a wicked look in his eyes and a dark grin, he slid right down her body.

  Her eyes widened. Surely he wasn’t - oh…yes he was!

  Ben didn’t muck around, that was for sure.

  His mouth replaced his fingers, that hot-as-sin tongue plundering her secrets as deftly as he’d plundered her mouth earlier.

  Gut-wrenching shudders shook Flynn as sensations tore through her. Dimly she registered strong hands clamping on her hips, holding her still as that sinful mouth worked its dark magic on her now-hypersensitive body.

  As Ben worked his dark magic on her.

  As he shoved her up that erotic slope with hedonistic pleasure, determined arousal, fierce enjoyment.

  He didn’t give her pause, didn’t give her time to adjust, just threw her out there in a shower of sparking heat that blew apart.

  He didn’t give her pause to come b
ack down. Even while riding that wild turbulent current she felt the bed dip, dimly heard the rip of something, the mattress shift and then he flipped her over once more, his body sliding up hers, the sensation of his harder, stronger torso dragging along the back of her body just making all those delicious sparks sputter to life, flare to carnal fire, the anticipation curling tightly through her as he nudged her thighs apart.

  He entered her smoothly, unerringly, thrusting hard and fast deep inside her, all thick and engorged, invading her body so erotically, her sheath clamping tightly around him as he forged through the delicate flesh.

  Gulping in air, flinging her head back, she came up onto her elbows, fingers clawing at the sheet to grab onto fistfuls, holding on as he rode her hard.

  His lips at her ear, his harsh breathing testament to his arousal as he kissed her neck hotly, laved harshly, bit firmly but carefully on her shoulder before licking the spot, making her tingle and shiver and push back into him.

  He changed angle, pegged something inside her, heard her moan, felt her shudder, and unerringly he slid over the spot once more. And again. And again.

  Merciless in his pursuit of her passion.

  It felt like the fire of their ardour would consume her, the flames pouring through her, and then it did, roaring over her, shattering, burning her up in a heat that shook her to her very soul.

  Before she completely lost all reason and sanity she heard Ben’s guttural cry, felt his hips hammer into her, the swell of his shaft so deep, deep inside her. He stiffened, shoved hard once, twice -

  - and then she didn’t know anymore as she was so deliciously, decadently destroyed by the fires of their passion.

  Chapter 6

  Sitting back against the pillows, the covers tangled at their feet, both naked, Ben sighed happily.

  Could anything be more perfect? The love of his life, his little fantasy, naked beside him in his bed, sharing his packet of chocolate biscuits with caramel filling while she drank from a can of Diet Coke.

  Unscrewing the lid from his bottle of orange juice, Ben took a long drink.

  Nothing like a hot, heavy, love-making session to relax the muscles and make a man feel like a million dollars, most especially because he’d just made the little fantasy of his dreams scream and come twice. Totally blew her mind. Yep, he decided, taking another mouthful of orange juice, he’d done it good for Flynn. He’d admit to feeling smug about it. Was damned sure he would spend the rest of their lives making her scream and come and blowing her mind. When they weren’t laughing and working and sharing life in general, of course.

  “Ben?”

  “Mmm?” Contentedly, he watched Phoebe jump up onto his dressing table to inspect his wallet lying on the smooth, dark wood.

  “Why did you make me…you know.”

  “Mmm?”

  There was silence for several seconds, then, “Ben.”

  “Mmm?”

  Flynn sighed.

  Okay, now that got his attention. She didn’t sound happy. Almost instantly his brain went on full alert, wondering what he’d done wrong. He turned his head to regard her.

  “Geez.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t look like that.”

  “Like what?” he asked carefully.

  “Like you’re wondering what you did wrong.”

  “Well, I am wondering, if you want the truth. You don’t exactly look happy.”

  “Oh, I’m happy.” She grinned at him

  Oh boy, flush of heat from his head to his donger.

  “Really happy.”

  Ben relaxed again.

  “But I do want to know something.”

  “Ask away, my sweet.”

  “I know you wanted me.” She blushed.

  Aw, sweet. He grinned, bobbed his eyebrows.

  Laughing, Flynn smacked his arm lightly before regaining a serious expression.

  “Okay.” He stopped fooling around. “And?”

  “Why did you wait for me to make the first move?”

  Ben shrugged. “I wanted it to be your choice.”

  “But you didn’t ask me.”

  “No.”

  Curiously, she nibbled on a chocolate biccie. “Why?”

  “I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you.”

  “What? Why would I think that?”

  “You’d just had a big blue with your family, you were upset, I didn’t want to take this further and have you maybe think later that I’d taken advantage of the situation to get you into my bed.”

  Flynn blinked. “You really believe I’d think that?”

  “I don’t know,” Ben replied honestly. “I just wanted you to be absolutely certain you wanted to be in my bed for your own reasons. True reasons. Because,” he added as she continued to regard him wordlessly, “you wanted to be with me, for me.”

  “I see.” Thoughtfully she crunched through another choccie and caramel biccie, chewed, took a mouthful of Diet Coke to wash it down.

  Taking a fourth biccie, Ben nibbled the chocolate from around the edges while wondering what Flynn was thinking.

  As the silence stretched, he started to speculate that she’d either forgotten the whole subject or was deciding whether or not to ream him a new one. He just hoped she wouldn’t get up and leave. But there was no way he was going to try and make excuses. She’d asked, he’d been honest in return.

  Finally, she switched her attention to him.

  He mentally prepared himself for something. No real idea what.

  “You’re sweet,” she said.

  His inner tension started to unwind.

  “You’re just the sweetest, most honest man on Earth, Ben.” Leaning forward - which did interesting things to her naked boobs - she kissed him lightly. “Thank you.”

  “You’re not mad.”

  “No. I appreciate what you did.” Leaning back against the pillows again, Flynn’s expression was soft, almost tender. “I made love with you because I wanted to.”

  He grinned. Widely.

  “And I want to do it all over again very soon.”

  His grin widened. Oh yeah. He placed the small orange juice bottle on the bedside table.

  “While we’re being so honest.” She licked a crumb off her finger.

  Oh boy, that tongue action was getting him a little hot and bothered.

  “Tell me honestly, Ben.”

  “Anything.” He was already gathering up the half empty packet of biscuits.

  Whipping one out quickly, Flynn bit into it thoughtfully. “Why don’t you drink Diet Coke unless I give it to you?”

  He didn’t hesitate. “I don’t like it.”

  “But you always have some in your ‘fridge.”

  “Because you like it.”

  Now the smile that curved her lips was so adorable, especially when combined with the utter delight in those big blue eyes. “You buy it for me? Even when we were just friends?”

  “Yep.” He plucked the Diet Coke can from her hand, leaned over her to place it on the bedside table.

  “Oh, Ben.” One hand came up to wrap around his nape, urging him down to kiss her.

  More than happy to oblige, he obeyed. Swinging one knee over her thighs so he straddled her, he kissed her deep, tasted chocolate and caramel, thought it was the most delicious concoction when combined with her honeyed essence.

  He came up for air just as her hand slid down his chest, a sudden odd sensation making him look down to see that she still had her biccie in hand.

  Which she dropped.

  Quite deliberately.

  On his donger.

  “Oh my,” she breathed.

  Ben’s gaze lifted to see her all wide-eyed with one hand at her mouth.

  Her expression turned coy. “Well, look how clumsy I am.”

  Ben grinned.

  “How about I just clean that right up?”

  “How about we attend to business first-” His words choked off when she slid neatly down the bed.

  Between
his knees.

  Now he was looking down at her, dumbfounded, as she rested her head back against the pillow, wrapped her hand around his shaft and tut-tutted.

  “Oh dear, I do believe I’ll have to pay special attention to this mess.” With a sultry wink, she licked the head of his shaft.

  Every nerve in his body snapped to attention, the muscles in his legs tensing.

  “Look at all that chocolate.” Flynn smacked her lips. “Better get to work then, hey?”

  Her lips wrapped around the head of his shaft.

  Ben’s head fell back on his shoulders.

  The tip of her tongue played along the slit.

  Ben had to lean forward and grab hold of the headboard with both hands.

  Then she sucked lightly.

  Just before Ben lost it, a split-second thought flashed through his wildly spiralling mind - I freakin’ love chocolate biscuits!

  ~*~

  Getting up early for work the next morning, Ben showered and padded back into his bedroom to dress. Pulling on clean scrubs, he studied Flynn fast asleep on her belly.

  Man, she just looked so right in his bed. It had felt so right having her tucked up beside him. Best night’s sleep he’d had in a long time.

  Phoebe blinked sleepily from where she was curled up on the old armchair in the corner of the bedroom. Scruff stuck his head out from underneath the chair, looked inquiringly at Ben and pricked his ears up.

  “Breakfast.” He clicked his fingers.

  Trailed by both the Siamese and the Yorkie, he entered the kitchen, opened cans of cat food and dog food, and fed the pair. As they happily chowed down, Ben switched the kettle on, popped toast in the toaster and poured cereal into a bowl.

  He was just adding milk to the cereal when he heard voices from next door. Curiously, he crossed to the window and pulled the curtain aside a fraction to peer out.

  Hmmm. Gram and Gramma were peering through Flynn’s kitchen window at his house. Whereas he only pulled aside a tiny bit of curtain to peek out, they had the blind all the way up and the curtain shoved aside by Gram’s hand.

  No doubt they were wondering if Flynn was coming home.

  He kind of wondered that, too.

  Moving back to the kitchen bench, he finished pouring the milk into the cereal.