by Gallie, DL
Winking, I quietly murmur, “You can try as much as you like—” The moment is interrupted when the doors to the ER slam open and a man frantically rushes in, a young boy in his arms.
“Help, I need help!” he screams.
Flynn immediately races over to the man and goes into doctor mode. I’m frozen on the spot. The once quiet ER is now swarming with the family of the child. A nurse arrives with a gurney and then Flynn and the nurse take the child from the man and place his tiny little body onto the bed and whisk him away, with his parents close on their heels.
I’m a quivering mess watching the scene before me play out. How Flynn does this on a daily basis is beyond me. Taking a seat in the ER, I decide to wait for him, since I don’t have anything better to do on this Sunday morning.
19
Flynn
After handing the little boy and his care over to Preston, I let out a sigh. It's always tough dealing with kids, but today is a good day, as the kid will make a full recovery after a few days in hospital. Stepping back into the ER, a grin appears on my face when I look over and see Avery is still here. She’s sitting in the corner and chatting with an elderly gentleman. From my spot I watch them, she looks happy and carefree. Just seeing her so joyous warms me from the inside. The gentleman says something and it causes her to laugh, a deep belly laugh. Her giggle filters through the waiting room like music.
She looks up and when her eyes lock with mine, she smiles at me and the grin that was already on my face increases. Walking over to them, I bend down and place a kiss on her head. “Avery, you’re still here.” My voice is laced with surprise, because I am. I didn’t expect her to wait around for me.
She nods. “Yep, I had no other plans this morning so thought I’d hang around and wait. While waiting, I met Mr. Marshall here, and he helped me pass the time.” Looking to the man, I nod.
“Marvin Marshall,” he says offering me his hand.
“Flynn Kelly,” I reply as I shake his hand, but before we can chat more, a nurse comes barrelling over to the three of us. “Marvin Marshall,” she scolds, “we have been looking everywhere for you.” She stops next to me and is glaring at Marvin.
“You said I couldn’t go outside the hospital. Last time I checked, the ER waiting room was inside the hospital.” He air quotes inside. Avery and I both laugh, until we see the look on the nurse’s face.
“Dr. Kelly,” she sternly says in greeting.
“Hi, Helen,” I reply, “How are you?”
“Better now I found this one.” She hooks her finger toward Marvin. “I swear the older they get, the worse they become.”
“I heard that,” Marvin says.
“You were meant to,” Helen spits back at him.
Marvin leans over to Avery and not so quietly quips, “I think I’m in trouble but to spend the morning with a gorgeous girl like you, it's totally worth it.” He winks at her before he turns his attention to me. “Look after this one,” nodding his head toward Avery, he states, “she’s a keeper.”
“I think you’re right, Marvin,” I reply, my gaze on Avery’s as I say this. Her cheeks tinge that lovely shade of pink I love seeing on her.
“We need to get you back to your room, Marvin,” Helen says.
Avery stands up first and offers her hand to Marvin. With a bit of a struggle, he stands up and steps toward Helen. Avery reaches out to stop him. She squeezes his arm and when he turns to face her, she leans down and places a goodbye kiss on his cheek. His face lights up like a Christmas tree and I think this morning is the highlight of his year. “Goodbye, Marvin.”
“Bye, Avery.” Marvin and Helen walk away. Helen walking slowly to aid a shuffling Marvin. Marvin mumbles something that garners him an evil-eyed stare from Helen. Both Avery and I laugh as we watch them exit the ER.
Stepping to Avery, I brush a tendril of hair behind her ear. “You really are something, Avery Evans.”
“A good something, I hope,” she shyly replies.
“A very good something.” Leaning down, I place my lips against hers for a quick kiss. It turns heated and not really appropriate for the ER, but I don’t care. If I want to kiss Avery, I’ll kiss Avery no matter the location. Pulling back, I rest my forehead on hers. “Give me ten to change, then I can meet you at my place?”
She nods her head. “I like that plan.”
Kissing the tip of her nose, I turn and go change. Ten minutes later, I’ve changed and I’m racing to my car. Traffic is light this morning, surprisingly, and I make it home in good time. When I arrive, I park in my spot and rather than wait for the elevator, I take the stairs, two at a time, and make my way up to the lobby to meet Avery.
Stepping out, I smile when I see Avery waiting for me. She’s leaning against the front desk, chatting with Max.
“Good morning, Dr. Kelly,” Max says when he sees me.
“Morning, Max.” Turning my attention to Avery, I ask, “You ready?”
“Yep.” She turns to Max and says, “Have a great day, Max.”
“You too, Ms. Evans.”
“Please, call me Avery.” He nods at her and she picks up a tray of coffees and we walk toward the elevators. Lacing my fingers with hers, we fall into step with one another as we head toward the elevators. The doors open and a delivery guy exits, we step in and I press the button for the penthouse.
“Hope you don’t mind, I stopped and got coffee for me and a tea for you on the way here.”
“Not at all, I’m just happy to have you here, the hot drinks are just a bonus.”
“I won’t stay long as I know you need to sleep.”
“I’d love to sleep with you.” She eyes me. “Not like that, you fiend, in the literal close your eyes sleep sense BUT if that was to happen, I wouldn’t complain.” I pause and then add, “I love waking up with you in my arms.”
“Well, since I got a full night’s sleep. How about I lie with you while you drift off and then I’ll come back later this afternoon?”
“OR you can just spend the day at my place so you are here when I wake up?”
“Really?” she asks and I nod in reply, “Okay, sure, why not. Just for you, I’ll spend the day lazing around in a gorgeous penthouse.”
“Perfect.” Leaning down, I press a kiss to her temple and breath her in.
We are quiet for the rest of the trip. Entering the penthouse, Avery heads to the living room and sits on the sofa. Taking a seat next to her, she hands me my tea. We drink them in silence. Once finished, Avery tidies up and I grab a quick shower since I didn’t have one before leaving the hospital. When I step out of the en suite I smile when I see Avery is in my bed. She’s slipped into one of my shirts, and can I say, I love seeing her in my clothes. She’s reading on her iPad. She looks up and the vision before me is indescribable.
Grinning down at her, I walk around the bed in nothing but my towel, when I reach my side, I drop the towel to the floor and stand there. Her gaze drops from my face and is now locked on my cock. I stand beside the bed and stare at her. She looks up at me, her cheeks once again pink, and with a wink, I pull back the covers and climb in next to her.
Draping my arm across her stomach, I snuggle into her side as she sits in bed and continues to read. She begins massaging my scalp and soon slumber overtakes me. I fall into a deep blissful sleep, snuggled into Avery.
It’s mid-afternoon when I wake again. Reaching out, my hand meets a cold sheet, Avery isn’t in bed and a wave of sadness washes over me. I really thought she’d stay and then I hear noise coming from the living room. Slipping on a pair of sweats, I follow the sound and stop midstep. From my spot in the hallway, I watch Avery. She’s in her own little world, singing along to “Wolves” by Selena Gomez playing from her iPod, which she’s connected to my speaker system.
Leaning against the wall, I cross my arms and watch as she swings her hips and wipes down the kitchen counter, oblivious to me watching her. The song changes to “Havana” by Camila Cabello and she seductively sways her hip
s from side to side. My cock twitches at the sight of her ass swishing from side to side. She’s still wearing my shirt and I find myself grinning at the sight before me. Taking a deep breath, my smile increases when the most amazing, sweetest scent ever to come from my kitchen envelops me. That’s when I notice a tray of decadent-looking iced cupcakes sitting on the counter, waiting for me eat.
She finally notices me and jumps in fright. She squeals, and brings her hand to her chest.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay, I hope I didn’t wake you, when I bake I listen to music and sing. I guess I got a little carried away.” She turns to the sink and rinses the cloth.
Walking over to her, I shake my head, “No, you didn’t wake me.” When I reach her, I wrap my arms around her from behind and place a kiss on her shoulder. “Morning.”
“Afternoon,” she says, turning her head, allowing me to place a kiss on her lips.
“You taste like frosting,” I huskily murmur.
She licks her lips. “Had to taste test and make sure it had the right amount of vanilla.”
“Is that so?” I ask, as she spins in my arms and drapes hers over my shoulders.
“Yep,” she says. Lifting her up, I carry her and place her onto the island countertop. She spreads her legs and I step between them as we gaze into each other’s eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I reach behind her and grab a cupcake. Glancing at the decadent-looking masterpiece in my hands, I inspect it as if I’m a judge on Cake Wars. “It looks pretty great to me, but I better taste one just to be sure.”
She takes the cupcake from me and peels back the muffin paper and offers it to me. Opening my mouth, I take a bite and instantly moan. My mouth is assaulted with the delicious combination of vanilla icing and light fluffy chocolate sponge. Offering the cake to her, she leans forward and takes a bite.
“MMMMM,” she moans, lifting her gaze to mine.
My eyes drop to her lips, her tongue darts out, and she gently bites her lip. Dick, instantly hard. Noticing a smidge of frosting at the corner of her mouth, I lean forward and lick before pressing my lips to hers for a kiss. Sliding my tongue into her mouth, I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into me and deepening the kiss. Our tongues slide around each other’s mouth, and my hands wander up and down her back before sliding around the front to cup her boobs in my hand. Gently I squeeze her plump mounds that fit perfectly into the palm of my hand. Gently I push her back onto the counter, sliding my hand precariously slowly down her chest. Leaning over her, I lower my head and suck one of her nipples through my shirt. She moans beneath me. Her back arches. Kissing my way down her stomach, I lift her—my—shirt and circle my tongue around her belly button.
“Please,” she whimpers, as she runs her fingers through my hair. Her nails scratching at my scalp.
Placing featherlight kisses along her stomach, I kiss down toward her panties. Today she’s wearing plain pink cotton and I see a wet patch between her thighs. Grazing my nose up and down her material-covered slit, she moans and thrusts herself upward. Pushing on her stomach to hold her down, I suck and kiss her through the material covering her.
“Please,” she whines, tugging on my hair.
Lifting my gaze, and standing up, I stare down at her. She looks utterly divine laid out on my island counter. Reaching down, I grab the sides of her panties and tug them down her legs. Dropping them to the tiled floor, I look back at my girl. She spreads her legs wide open, resting her heels on the edge of the countertop. Giving me an uninterrupted view of her pussy, her lips shining with her arousal and her clit peeking out.
“Please, Flynn,” she begs and this time I don’t deny her. I lower my head between her thighs and I devour her with my tongue and fingers like a starved man. If I died right now, I would die a happy man.
20
Avery
Finally, he gives me what I need. His head between my thighs. His tongue sliding up and down my folds. His thumb pressing on my clit. A guttural moan slips from my lips when at long last, he slips a finger inside me. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” I mewl. He slides two or three, I’m not sure how many, more into me. My body hums with arousal, I never want this feeling to subside. If I died right now, I would die a happy woman, I think to myself as I lift my hands to my breasts and massage them through Flynn’s shirt. Pinching my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I play with my breasts while Flynn plays with my pussy. Finally, my orgasm erupts and I scream. My back arches. My body clenches tight. My thighs press together, trapping Flynn between my legs. I soak Flynn’s face with my juices as pleasure rockets through my body.
Loosening their vise-like grip on Flynn’s head, he lifts from between my thighs, his chin and lips shiny with my arousal. He licks his lips. “Mmmm.”
Sitting up, I lift his shirt over my head and scoot toward the edge of the counter. Sliding my hands into his sweats, I push them down and his cock springs free. He steps out of his pants and I reach forward and grip his erection in my hands. Giving it a few strokes before I guide it between my thighs. Lining it up at my entrance, I look up at him and whisper, “Fuck me, Flynn.”
We both thrust forward and I impale myself on him. A moan slips free as our hips rock back and forth. Sliding his hand under my ass, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He spins around and presses my back into the wall as he continues to thrust himself in and out. His lips devour mine. He kisses his way down my neck until he’s at my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucks before gently biting the tip.
“Flynn!” I shout. “I’m close,” I mumble.
Lifting his head from my breast, he stares into my eyes and continues to piston himself in and out of me. “Let go, lass.”
With his words, I let go and tumble over the orgasmic edge. My walls clench around his cock. My fingers dig into his shoulders and I ride out my second release of the afternoon. My body is still buzzing when I feel him tense against me and with a gravelly grunt, he too comes. Resting my forehead against his, he empties himself inside me. Pulling away as he finishes, he stares at me, panting deeply.
He rests his forehead against mine again as we each settle our breathing. My eyes drift closed and I run my fingers absentmindedly through his hair. With my eyes still closed, I feel my body moving. I feel like I’m flying. Opening my eyes, I see Flynn is walking us into his en suite. He places me on the vanity and I watch as he spins around and leans into the shower, turning the water on. He closes the glass door and the cubicle begins to fill with steam.
Spinning back, he steps toward me and places a kiss on the tip of my nose. He reaches down and lifts me into his arms, hugging me to him. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his hips and I hold onto him like a monkey.
“You do know, I have these things called legs and I can walk?”
“Ohh I know you have killer, sexy as fuck legs, Avery, I just like having you in my arms.”
SWOON, ovaries exploding, this man seriously is going to be the death of me.
“I like being in your arms too, and you also have pretty amazing legs and a sexy ass.” Lifting my head from its resting place on his chest, I kiss and nibble his jaw. His scruff tickling my lips. Pressing my lips to his, I kiss him, my tongue licking along the seam before sliding into his mouth. He stops walking toward the shower and deepens our kiss.
Pulling free, we stare at one another. Our lips plump and bruised from our kiss. With a wink, he walks toward the shower and opens the door. Stepping in, the hot water hits my skin and I moan. The pressure and heat feels amazing. Dropping my head back, I close my eyes and let the water cascade down my face and body.
Flynn lowers me to my feet and spins me around. Running his hand up my side, he begins to massage my shoulders. A pleasurable moan erupts in the back of my throat. Dropping my head forward, I completely relax. The combination of the warm water and his fingers digging into my muscles is pure bliss. A contented relaxed sigh breaks free, I’m seriously in heaven right now.
“Mmmhmpf,” I reply.
Leaning forward, I rest my forehead against the tiled wall and enjoy the massage he’s currently giving me. Flynn cocoons me in, the warmth from his body adds to my chilled-out state. His cock is pressing against my ass. Circling my hip, his cock hardens between us. Reaching behind me, I grip his girth in my palm and begin to stroke. He squeezes and massages my shoulders and I squeeze and massage his cock. Turning to face him, I wink before dropping to my knees. Licking my lips, I open wide and take his cock deep into my mouth. Sliding it out, I suck the tip, swirling my tongue around before sucking back down again. Repeating this over and over. Flynn moans from above and slides his hands into my hair. He guides my head up and down his shaft. Cupping his balls, I gently massage them. Flynn hisses and then I feel them tighten in my hand. With a guttural growl, he comes. I suck every last drop of salty cum down my throat. Sitting back on my heels, I gaze up at him, and I realize in this moment, I am falling for Flynn Kelly and I could quite easily fall in love with him. I get the urge to tell him, I want to tell him.
Standing up, I take his hands in mine and just as I’m about to tell him, his beeper beeps, breaking the spell on the moment.
“That’ll be the hospital, I need to get that.” Nodding my head, he steps out. Looking back he adds, “Be right back, don’t go anywhere.”
“There’s nowhere else I want to be,” I whisper as I watch him.
Taking the opportunity, I pump some bodywash onto my hands and begin to wash myself. I feel him before I see him, spinning around he looks sad. “What’s wrong?”