“It’s just so good,” she’d gulp.
I couldn’t help but watch her lips wrap around those glasses and that bowl. She was so beautiful, even in her bandaged state, and it killed me to think that she was in that kind of danger without me around. It was no one’s fault, and Lord knows I don’t blame anything but the snake for it, but I had come within millimeters of losing Chelsea, and the only thing it did was make me pay attention to her more.
Like when her hips swayed when she walked or when her hair billowed when she turned around.
Hell, she even looked graceful puking up her guts in my toilet whenever she’d turn around and billow her hair too fast.
But one night, I saw it in her eyes. One night I rushed into her room because I heard her calling out for me and thrashing around, and when I busted into her room, she was half-naked and tossing around in her covers. She was having a nightmare, and I sat on the edge of her bed, desperate to get her to stop moving around so damn much. She still had a concussion from what the doctor said when he had come by the day before, and strenuous movements were still out of the picture.
“Chelsea,” I said strongly. “Chelsea, wake up.”
“Help! Flynn!” she yelled.
“Chelsea!” I roared. I grasped her shoulders and shook her lightly, and when her eyes flew open, she darted up and wrapped her arms around me.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed.
I could feel her trembling, and all I could do was hold her close. I turned my lips into her face and peppered her cheek with kisses, and when I caught my tears with her lips, I began running my hands up and down her back. I tried to not pay attention to the fact that her bare tits were pressed up against me, but I could feel them puckering against my naked chest even as I sat there comforting her in the middle of the night.
“You wanna talk about it?” I murmured lowly in her ear. But, all I did was feel her shake her head no.
But then, she turned her lips into my neck and lightly grazed her teeth against my skin.
“Chelsea…” I warned. I felt myself growing underneath my flannel pajama pants, and I knew that if she didn’t stop, then I’d have some serious problems restraining myself.
“Oh, Flynn,” I heard her sigh. Her fingernails lightly dug into the skin of my back, and I had to bite back a groan rising up in my throat, and when she pulled back, I watched her eyes flicker to my lips.
“Are you alright?” I asked lowly.
“Always, when you’re around.”
She leaned into my lips, and she tasted like the sweet tea she’d had with dinner. Her breath smelled of biscuits and honey, and the smell of her essence wafted from between her legs. I knew she couldn’t be jostled, and I knew I had to be gentle, but dear God I’d wanted her since the moment she crossed into my home, and damn it I was about to be as gentle as I could if it meant feeling her against me again.
I slowly dragged my lips down her neck while I laid her back onto her bed, and when I got to her nipples, I slowly pulled one between my lips. I felt her arch into me, and I slipped my hands underneath the small of her back, and I kissed down the clothed front of her body as my dick began to grow beneath the fabric of my pajama pants.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Chelsea,” I murmured into her belly button. I felt her hands drop down and wrap themselves in my hair, and I knew exactly where I was headed. I slowly pulled her pajama shorts down and groaned when I realized she wasn’t wearing underwear. This woman was gonna be the death of me, and I was gonna enjoy every second of silence the darkness of death had to offer as long as I got to sink my body into hers one last time.
Just once.
I spread her legs and watched her glistening pussy bare itself for me, and when I bent in to lick a thick stripe up her slit, she rolled her hips into my face. I ran my hands up her body before I found her hands, and when I interlaced our fingers together, it just felt right. Like the other part of my puzzle had been found and the picture was now complete and easy to identify.
My tongue had memorized every crevice and droplet of her cavern, and when I began to dance my tongue along her swollen clit, I felt her body begin to pick up its thrusting pace. I buried my hands into her hips and held her to the bed, desperate to keep her as still as I could while her pleasure washed over her. Her thighs locked along my cheeks and her hands pulled me in deeper to her, and when I flicked her clit one last time I felt my dick beginning to leak through my pants while her entire body convulsed underneath my tongue’s ministrations.
Her juices poured into my mouth, and I gulped her down, desperate for one last taste from her fountain of youth before she’d force reality to set in again.
“Fuck, Flynn. Yes. Just… good God.”
Her legs collapsed beside my face, and my eyes fluttered up to hers, and I could see how hard her chest was panting even while her body laid there, bare and covered in sweat just for me. I rose up and shoved my pajama pants down, freeing my rock-hard cock that was begging to be inside of her, and when she opened her eyes, she simply sighed at me and smiled.
“I need you,” she whispered lightly, and it was all I needed. I dropped down onto her body and planted my hands on her head, and when I lined myself up with her swollen pussy, I pushed in with no problem. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a groan fell from my lips, and when my balls were pressed against her ass, I slowly began to rock my hips into hers.
Her pussy was so tight and so warm, and I made sure to keep a languid pace because I didn’t want to hurt her.
I just wanted to love her.
“Jesus, Chelsea,” I whispered. Her hands flew to my back and pulled me in closer to her, and I dipped my face into the crook of her neck while she panted in my ear. She lazily raised her hips to meet mine, and soon I could hear the telltale panting in her breath while she slowly climbed to the top. My dick was twitching inside of her, and my balls were pulling into my body, and all of a sudden, her pussy walls were fluttering around me and sucking me deeper into her body.
“Oh, Flynn. God, don’t stop. Right-... right there.”
Her words of encouragement spurred me on, and I slowly picked up my pace. My body rocked against hers, and our skin slapped together, and pretty soon I reared back onto my heels and pulled her closer for better leverage. Her body was shaking, and her tits were bouncing, and I could feel her fingernails digging into the meat of my thighs while her mouth peeled open in ecstasy.
“Yes! Flynn!”
She cried out while her pussy milked me dry, and I clenched my jaw and slammed myself deep into her before I filled her to the brim and spilled out onto the bed. My cum was dripping down the inside of her thighs, and I could smell our scents intermingled with one another, and when I dropped down beside her, she cuddled close to me and slid her leg within mine. I ran my fingers through her hair, and she gazed deeply into my eyes, and for the first time since college, I could fully admit to myself what was happening.
I could fully admit I was in love with Chelsea.
And all I could do was pray to God that she was there when I woke up in the morning.
Chapter 14: Chelsea
I woke up next to Flynn that morning, and everything felt right with the world. There he was, sleeping soundly while his muscular, chiseled chest rose and fell with his breaths, and I couldn’t help but dance my fingertips along the crest of his pecs. He’d always been handsome, but rodeos and farms and time had been kind to his body. He’d tacked on more muscle than I ever thought a man of his body stature would have, and I reveled in the bite marks that cascaded over his shoulders and chest.
He had been taking such excellent care of me over these past three weeks. He was making me food and drawing me baths every night. My parents were coming by as often as they could, and he let them in with no issues and no fuss. Every time I turned around I had clean clothes that were folded in my drawers and, somehow, my toiletries were slowly replenishing themselves. His cabbage soup was the best I had to make sure to keep my mouth shut about it whene
ver my mother was around. Honest to god, nothing was as good as mom’s cooking when I was in Paris.
But Flynn knew his way around a kitchen, and I could feel the little paunch in my gut that was slowly not receding whenever I’d go to the bathroom.
“You gotta stop feeding me all this food,” I snickered.
“Nothing wrong with a little meat on someone’s bones,” he smirked.
“Yeah, well, the fashion world isn’t kind to women who don’t keep themselves physically together.”
“Then maybe they just need to redefine their physical standards,” he shrugged.
Today was my third doctor’s appointment, and each one had told me I was healing well. The gauze finally came off in the second week, but I still wasn’t allowed to travel or do anything strenuous. Flynn had cradled my head when we made love, and his tongue had sent me to places I’d never found when I ran away to Paris. His moans and groans that fell from his lips whenever he was between my legs were nothing short of catastrophically beautiful. Since that first night, we had made love several times over the course of the week and every time we woke up next to one another I felt safe.
I felt safe, I felt cherished, and I felt like I was back in college.
Guilt started to bubble in my stomach while we rode in his truck to the doctor’s office. Today would be the day that they would tell me whether I could travel or not, and I knew Flynn knew that. I was due back in Paris at the end of next week, and I knew there were still many unanswered questions between Flynn and me. My heart fluttered whenever his lips touched my skin and every time we woke up next to one another I couldn’t help the smile that peeled across my face. And now I was going to have to leave him again halfway around the world while I went off and pursued my dreams.
He deserved better than that, but the least he deserved was answers.
“Flynn, do you think-”
“We’re about ten minutes out from the doctor,” he said lowly. He gave me no smile and no indication that he was ready for what the doctor had to say today, and that told me everything I needed to know.
He knew what was coming, and he still had no answers for the last time I’d left him.
Well, the time before last time.
Fuck, I was a terrible person.
“Flynn, maybe we could go get some food after and-”
“Let’s just see what the doctor says first, alright? There’s been a bit more… jostling… this week, and I want to make sure you’re alright.”
He reached over and grabbed my hand, and I felt my heart rate begin to speed up. He traced comforting circles around the top of my skin, and part of me wanted to pull this truck over and crawl into his lap. I wasn’t ready to talk about this, but I knew we had to, and now I got the feeling that Flynn wanted to avoid it at all costs.
My stomach lurched with guilt, and I felt myself growing nauseous, and when we pulled into the doctor’s office, I had to lean against the truck door to steady myself.
“You alright?” he asked lowly.
“Just fine,” I sighed.
We walked hand in hand into the doctor’s office, and I was seen immediately. I reluctantly let go of Flynn’s hand and went back into the office by myself, and a few tests were performed before they took a bit of blood. I had lights shined in my eyes, and I had my ears looked at. I followed fingers and got my reflexes checked, and when the doctor was finally done, she stood back and smiled.
“You’re healing beautifully, and we got your tests back that you did at the hospital a couple of days ago.”
“Oh? Well, what do they look like? How’s all the swelling?” I asked.
“Nonexistent. Your brain looks like it’s finally healed, and you’ll be just fine to travel next week.”
“Oh.”
The memories of Flynn began to rush through my head. Memories of him holding me so close his touch woke me up and mornings where I woke up and he was smiling at me. Memories of him bringing me breakfast in bed and huddling down into the covers while we watched television together. I remember a few days ago I heard a commotion out with the animals, so I wrapped a blanket around my naked body and made way for the window. I watched Flynn mount one of his horses bareback and go after a bull that was terrorizing a small calf that had been born while I had been here, and I saw a glimpse of the man who lived for the thrill when he was chasing after that bull. I watched him bring out a whip and a rope and physically drag the bull away from the calf, and when he finally had the bull controlled, I watched him hop off that horse and scoop the little calf up in his arms.
I knew I was in a hell of a lot of trouble when I thought, in that very moment, that he looked so good with small animal in his arms, and I bet that he would look even better with a small child in them.
The doctor patted my shoulder before she wrote down some things on her pad, and then she left. She walked out of the room and left the door slightly opened, and I knew that Flynn would come bursting in after a few seconds. My heart beamed at the protective role Flynn had adopted when it came to taking care of me, but I felt tears spring to my eyes when I realized I’d have to tell him.
I’d have to tell him I was cleared to travel, and that I’d be leaving again.
I thought about all the memories I hadn’t created with him because I was in Paris. Rodeos I never watched him ride in and nights where I was never there for dinner. Vacations where we lounged around on the beach and hospital trips he took with his dad where he could’ve used the support. I can only imagine that he’d been the rock of his family whenever his father’s health declined for the worst, but even those who are rock solid had a foundation to stand on.
I wondered who his foundation was and if he sunk himself into different women to forget. I wondered if he stayed away from women like I stayed away from men and if my presence penetrated his life like he still did mine. I had no right to claim him… no right to ask anything of him other than to forgive me.
And part of me felt I didn’t even have the right to ask him that.
I owed him answers and I needed to be ready to give him those answers. I needed to brace for his anger and be prepared for the fact that he might throw me out. He might get so angry and feel so betrayed that my shit’ll be out on his front lawn by the time I get him calmed down long enough to talk. I’d made assumptions about him back in college whenever I’d left my life behind to go to Paris, and I knew exactly how Flynn felt about people assuming things about him.
I had to stop being so fucking scared and just talk with him.
He had questions, I had answers he deserved, and it was my turn to take care of him. It was my turn to give him what he needed, even if it meant possibly destroying the greatest thing I’d ever built since I’d left for Paris after graduation.
But really, me going back to work at the end of next week would destroy that anyway. I was walking into a massive amount of work that had to be done on my end, and I probably wouldn't come back until next summer to visit my family.
Flynn deserved better than a string of summer romances with one used up woman.
“Knock knock.”
Flynn slowly stepped through the door, and he had a massive smile on his face.
“The doctor told me you were doing well,” he nodded.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Yeah, she uh… she says everything seems to be healing just fine.”
“How’s the swelling?” he asked.
“Looks to be almost gone.”
“Good! That’s good. Any more restrictions?”
There it was. The question that would lead to all sorts of other questions. I’d tell him there were no restrictions and it would dawn on him that it meant I could go back to work, and then he’d wanna know what I did for work. That’s when I’d tell him I worked for a prominent fashion designer in Paris, and that would make him curious. He’d ask how long I’d been working in Paris, and I’d tell him five years, and he’d do the math, and then it would happen.
All the questions he had fo
r me would come pouring out at once.
I’d never been so thankful for a doctor interrupting me in all my life.
“Alright! We need you to try and pee in this cup again, and then you can head on out. I’ll see you in a week!” she smiled.
“What a mood killer,” Flynn smirked.
“What mood? There was no mood,” I giggled.
“There’s always a mood when I’m with you,” Flynn said lowly.
“I could walk around in your mother’s moo moo, and it would make you horny.”
“Because it isn’t the clothing that turns me on,” Flynn lulled.
His voice made my skin hot, and I grabbed the cup and made my way to the bathroom before I dug myself a deeper hole. I had to talk to him. I had to tell him everything. I had to tell him the doctor cleared me for travel and that I had to go back to Paris and that Paris was where I’d been for the past few years and that I didn’t think he would want to go with me and I figured he’d ask me to stay. I had to tell him he couldn't know because if he’d asked me to stay, I would’ve.
For him.
For us.
“How about we go get us some dinner at the house, and I find you one of those moo moos you speak so highly of?” Flynn asked cheekily through the bathroom door.
I washed my hands and whipped the door open only to punch him in his arm.
“You really are a piece of work,” I laughed.
“Want me to put that cup at the nurse’s station?” Flynn asked.
“You’re not putting my pee cup anywhere, Flynn. I’m healing. I can get some things on my own.”
I took the cup over to the nurse’s station, and she nodded at me with a smile on her face. We both made our way towards the exit, and when we stepped out into the harsh sunlight of an Oklahoma summer, I felt Flynn slip his hand around my waist.
“How are ya feelin’?” he asked lowly in my ear.
And I lied to him when I told him I felt fine.
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