by Kayt Miller
We closed on the place three days ago, and we lined up the movers and lots of help for today. The weather is warm and sunny, and everyone is excited for us. Almost ever very Flynn family member showed up bright and early to help us. Well, nearly every Flynn. Emily had to work at the hospital, and Beth is over at Sophie and Hank’s place watching Abby and Katie. She’ll switch places with Sophie soon, so she’ll have a chance to be part of the moving day fun.
Mick even enlisted the help of one of his cousins I’ve never met before. I’d heard him talk about Ernie Flynn. That he was a twenty-four-year-old computer programmer and into comic books. So, when I pictured Ernie Flynn, I saw polyester pants and a pocket protector. I felt a little sorry for poor, short, stout little Ernie Flynn.
I could not have been more wrong. I’m not sure it’s possible, but I think Ernie Flynn wins the prize for best looking Flynn¬¬––ever––in the world. In my eyes, no one is as gorgeous as Mick, but this guy is competition. He’s about six foot four with bigger muscles than Mick or Hank. His hair is dark auburn and cut short. He’s clean-shaven, so I can see is strong jawline.
His eyes are the same Flynn blue as the rest of the clan, and his mouth is full and always smiling with perfect white teeth. He’s funny and charming and nice. Very nice. I sigh just thinking about him. Yeah, I’ve got a little crush on him. I need to be careful because he brought his best friend along with him and it’s obvious, to me at least, that she’s got feelings for him. He seems to be clueless, though. Typical.
Mary Clair Hammer could be my shorter nerdier sister with her dirty blonde hair that’s cut short and blunt at her chin. Her black-rimmed glasses are bottle-glass thick. The poor thing must be blind as a bat. The glasses do nothing to hide the freckles that cover her nose and cheeks. She’s a cute girl. Woman, I guess. She’s the same age as Ernie, so she’s a cute woman.
They’ve all been calling the poor girl M.C. Hammer and have been singing “Hammer Time” all day long. Her face turns a bright crimson whenever the Flynn’s sing another M.C. Hammer song but she says nothing. Ernie seems to enjoy the way they tease her as he joins in the fun. I’ve been watching her, and I really want to say something to them all, but she and Ernie have been besties for several years. I’m sure she’s used to it.
The rest of the moving crew include my mom and dad. Neither of my sisters could get away claiming they had ‘family responsibilities.' I think I’m actually relieved they aren’t here, to be honest. I’m not sure my sisters are very happy for me––for us. At least that’s how it seems.
As I make my way around the new house, I feel a tug on my arm. Mick then grabs my hand and pulls me into the new three-quarter bath that is just off the kitchen. He shuts and locks the door. With my back against it, he leans down and kisses me sweetly. “You need to be careful, babe,” he says giving me another gentle kiss. “Our peanut needs for you to take it easy. There are ten plus people here who want to help. You’re stressing them all out with your attempts to carry shit. Let us do it. Okay?”
He does his signature move – sliding his hand to the back of my neck to pull me closer to him. I lean in for my own kiss, but mine isn’t so sweet. The man turns me on even sweaty and tired from moving all day. He continues his little lecture, “’Cause if you can’t stop lifting shit, I’m going to have to spank that luscious ass of yours until it’s hot pink.”
I sputter at his last thread, “Mick! You wouldn’t?” I know he would. He loves to add a little spanking to the bedroom fun. I like it too––in small doses. I’m not sure how I feel about having a ‘hot pink’ bottom.
“I’ll be good,” I wink.
“Promise?” he asks with a smirk.
“I…” I don’t get to finish my sentence because Mick has decided to slide his hands up under my shirt.
Mick moans a little moan and then slides both hands up under an old Rolling Stone t-shirt. It’s so old it’s soft as silk and big enough to fit over my ever-expanding belly. He molds his hands over my enormous breasts. “Baby,” he purrs. He slides his head underneath the shirt, so his mouth is right over my bra. Pulling down the cups, he licks and sucks on my sensitive nipples.
“Mick! What are you…. um…?” I can’t remember what I was going to say it feels so good. I’m super turned on right now, but when he starts playing with my breasts, I nearly come. “Don’t stop, Mick. Please.”
Yeah, I’m begging. We literally have ten people wandering around our new home carrying our stuff, and we’re in the bathroom making out like teenagers. Well, more than making out.
“Mick, don’t stop. I think I can come from just your mouth on my tittage.”
He snorts out a laugh against me. I feel him shaking with laughter. He wraps his arms around me squeezing me. Next, he kisses my left breast then my right one. He pulls his head out from under my shirt.
Whimpering, I say, “Why’d you stop?”
Smiling the most amazing smile, Mick says, “I love you so fucking much, Roni. You make everything so much better. I’m the luckiest bastard that ever lived.”
“Awe, that’s sweet,” I say a little sarcastically. “Now, get back under my shirt and finish what you started.” I pull my shirt up to reveal myself. Mick groans and dives back in. “Yessssss,’ I hiss.
Chapter 63: Mick
She left me hangin’. I made her come just by playing with her super-sensitive nipples. Once she was finished, she slid her bra back in place, pulled her shirt back down, turned and unlocked the door and away she went. “Damn it, woman,” I mutter under my breath. I stay back in our little bathroom willing my hard-on to calm down. “Damn it.”
When I finally make my way out, the last few items are being removed from the truck. Roni was true to her word. She is standing inside the house, telling people where each box and piece of furniture needs to go.
Having her direct everyone is a big help. Because of that, we won’t need to move boxes around as we unpack. They’ll already be in the right room. I walk through the house to get a feel for the amount of work left to do. In the kitchen, my mom is on a step stool placing plates and other dishes into cupboards.
Mom suggested we set up one bathroom, our bedroom, and the kitchen on this first day. After that, the rest can be unpacked as needed. She’s nearly done with our kitchen. Sandy is working on the upstairs bathroom, and Emily has already put our clothes in the closet and made the bed. We’ll be able to sleep, eat, and shower now.
We ordered pizza and bought beer and soda as a thank you for everyone’s help. I half expected my family to hang out the rest of the night, but they could tell Roni was dragging. She seems to get tired fairly quickly now. I find her dozing at her computer throughout the day. In the evening, when we relax on the sofa, it takes only a few minutes before she’s snoring into my chest.
Now that we have our new home, we’ll be spending a lot of time unpacking all of these boxes while also decorating the baby’s room. Since we don’t know the sex, and we don’t plan to find out before the birth, the walls are already a soft gray. Roni wants yellow accents to go with the animal theme like Katie’s room. She loved the idea of having all sorts of cute animals all around his or her space.
Her sisters are throwing her a baby shower that will be at our place in the next few months. We’ve registered for things we’ll need at the local baby store. Now, all we need to do is decide on a name. According to Roni, this baby is a boy. She claims to have had several dreams where the baby’s sex is revealed.
I think that’s just hokum. You can’t just dream up the sex of the baby. Women! We each have a list going of possible baby names, and we’re having a hard time agreeing on anything. It doesn’t help that all of Roni’s suggestions are ridiculous. See for yourself.
Roni’s name for baby girl Flynn
Roni’s names for baby boy Flynn
Hermione
Luna
Minerva (of course)
Ginny
Harry
Seve
rus
Neville
Viktor
Seamus
Are you seeing a trend there? They’re all names from the Harry Potter books. There are a few of those that could work, like Seamus. Seamus Flynn has a nice ring to it. But the rest are terrible. Since it’s going to be a girl, I prefer to stick with those names first. My favorite girl names include: Scarlet, Rebecca, Sydney, Penelope, and Harmony.
When I mentioned ‘Harmony’, Roni spit out the apple juice she was drinking all over herself and me, “Oh, hell no. Harmony Flynn? That’s way to hippy for me. And Scarlet? I like that name but it rhymes with another word that I could just hear being chanted on the playground. You’ve got to think about that, Mick. Kids are cruel.”
I guess she’s right. But, if she’s using those rules, then Minerva is definitely out as is Neville, Severus, Viktor, Luna, and especially Hermione. When I mention that, she cackles with laughter. “You thought I wanted to name our baby ‘Minerva’?” she laughs so hard the tears fall down her cheeks “Jesus, Mick. You must think I’m a complete idiot,” she cackles again.
“How was I supposed to know? One minute you’re laughing the next you’re crying. Then you’re mad at me for hours because I forgot to put the butter away. I can’t win.”
She stops laughing and smiles sympathetically. “I’m sorry, babe. I know my emotions are all over the place I’ll be serious about the names now, I promise.”
After that, she provides me with a revised list of names. Hmm.
Roni’s name for baby girl Flynn –revised-this is the “serious” list
Roni’s names for baby boy Flynn – revised—even seriouser. ;)
Hermione
Luna
Minerva (of course)
Ginny
Penelope
Sydney
Lainie
Harry
Severus
Neville
Viktor
Seamus Michael(still like this one)
Declan Jeffrey (FYI: NOT D.J. don’t like using initials for kid’s name.)
Finnegan
“Babe. Finnegan Flynn? Finn Flynn? Are you crazy?”
She giggles this time, “It’s adorable.”
“No. Just no. Now I do like the idea of using a family name. What about using my grandfather’s name and your dad’s like the middle name if it’s a boy.”
“That all depends on...”
“On what?”
“Your grandfather’s name. It’s not something weird is it?”
“No! His name was Calum. It means ‘dove.'”
She gasps, and I swear a tear slides out of her left eye in seconds. “Dove?” That’s what my dad calls me. I’m the only one of the girls who has a nickname. I… I love it, Mick. My dad is my hero.”
I smile at her, but my heart hurts just a little bit. I want to be her hero. But, I know what she means. My dad is mine too. “Calum Jeffrey Flynn if it’s a boy? C.J. for short?” I added the last part to annoy her. I saw the note.
“Yeah. I love it.”
“Okay, if it’s a girl…”
“It’s a boy, Mick. Get used to it.”
I laugh because she’s convinced it’s a boy––ever since she had the dreams. “Well, let’s just have one ready just in case.”
“Fine. What was your grandmother’s name?”
“Morag.”
That one makes Roni cackle again. “Morag? No way. Wait…what does it mean?”
“It means princess.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet,” she starts to tear up again.
See, emotions run the gamut with this woman. “We can just call her ‘princess’ all the time. I like Lainie from your list. I Googled that one, and it means light?”
“Really? Oh, I love that one. Lainie Flynn. It sounds perfect. What about Lainie Morag Flynn?”
I love hearing my name attached to anything to do with Roni. Soon, she’ll be Flynn too. “It sounds perfect, baby.” I reach out and wrap my arms around Roni. “We did it. We’ve got our names.”
“Promise me you won’t tell your family. I want the sex and the name to be a surprise. Besides, if we say the names now, they’ll tell us if they like them or not. If they don’t like them, they’ll pester us to change them. So, Deal?”
She’s right. They’re relentless. When Hank and Sophie found out it was a girl, they told everyone the name. There were a few grumbles about it, but he told them in no uncertain terms that the name was set and to ‘shut the fuck up about it.' “Deal.”
I pull her onto my lap then and say, “Now, let’s seal that deal with a good ole’ fashion fuck.”
She giggles which turns into a full on belly laugh. “Um, I was serious.” That makes her laugh even harder.
“Mick Flynn. You’re a pervert,” she laughs again.
Since I’m not kidding in the least, I run my palm over her thigh to the juncture of her legs. I rub my thumb over her center. She stops laughing immediately and moans. “Damn, Mick. You don’t play fair.”
“I never claimed to play fair. Now, walk that sweet ass of yours into the bedroom and strip for me. I want this baby name deal sealed nice and proper.”
“You’re serious?”
“Fucking serious. Now go,” I say swatting her behind.
She jumps off my lap and quickly walks to our bedroom. “Strip!” I yell out behind her. I pull off my shirt and unzip my pants. I’m already hard as stone thinking about sinking into her. My girl gets me so hot. When I get to our bedroom, Roni is crawling onto the bed on all fours. She turns her head and smirks.
“My girl wants it from behind today?”
“Yeah, Mick. I need you.” She crawls up further into the bed and grasps the headboard. “Hard,” she adds looking back at me again.
Fuck! I climb up behind her and run my fingers between her legs. She’s soaking wet.
“Mick. Now. I need you inside of me now.”
“As you wish.” I line myself up and thrust upward. Jesus. She takes my breath away. So hot and wet. “I’ll never get tired of this sweet pussy, Roni,” I whisper in her ear. “Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had, baby.”
“Mick,” she whines. “Fuck me harder.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Epilogue: Roni
Living with Mick Flynn on a full-time basis is amazing. I love how we are together. We get along so well it should probably worry me, but it’s never been hard for us. In retrospect, it seems impossible that it happened at all––that our friendship evolved into this incredible love affair. But, it has.
I should probably thank Chris Smith. If it weren’t for him, I would never have gone into Chrome alone to drink away my sorrows. I would never have talked to Mick and confessed, and I would never have kissed him in that taxi. According to Mick, that kiss was the hottest kiss he’d ever had and made it hard for him to forget me. I know I wouldn’t have forgotten about him, ever, kiss or no kiss.
Speaking of Chris Smith, he and Trisha were charged with aggravated assault with intent. Trisha tried to get a plea deal, but she had a prior conviction of a similar charge in another state. That surprised a lot of people, but after what I experienced, I wasn’t surprised. I saw the crazy first hand. If convicted, she could get jail time up to thirty years. Hank doesn’t think she’ll get more than five years but who knows?
Chris was able to get a plea deal. Part of that was apologizing to me in front of the judge and agreeing to go through drug rehabilitation. He and Trisha became enamored with some recreational substances that turned into a full-blown addiction. It explains his dramatic personality shift. When he first started working at P&P, he was charming and witty. It’s what I liked about him. When he began hanging out with Trisha, he changed. I guess drugs and a toxic relationship will do that.
After he’s out of rehab, he’ll spend a year in jail and have to pay a penalty of $12,000.00. I can also sue him for damages, but I don’t think I’ll do
that, but I’m thinking about it. A few weeks before we moved into our new place, I was summoned to the courthouse for Chris’ apology. I didn’t really want to hear it––especially face-to-face, but Mick and Hank came along as did my parents.
Walking into the courtroom was terrifying. Chris was sitting at the front table along with two lawyers. Trish was nowhere to be seen, thankfully. I stepped, cautiously, up to the second table where my lawyer sat. When the judge came in, we all stood up. She started the proceedings by introducing herself to my attorney and to me and told me what to expect from today’s meeting.
She then turned to Chris. With a stern look on her face, she reminded him about his plea deal and what his duty was. He nodded solemnly. It wasn’t until it was time for him to apologize that he finally looked at me. I looked at him and did my best to keep my emotions in check. I felt like I wanted to scream at him one minute and cry the next. I turned to look at Mick. I needed his strength. He was glaring at Chris, but when he saw me turn, he looked at me and smiled. My parents did the same. I got strength from all of them.
With a deep breath, I turned back to Chris and waited.
“Roni, I… I’m very sorry,” he said stiffly. He cleared his throat, “Roni, I’m very sorry. You did nothing to deserve the things we did to you. I could blame the drugs, or I could blame Trisha, but ultimately, I was responsible for my own actions.”