Ready For Flynn, Part 2 : A Rockstar Romance (The Ready For Flynn)

by K. L. Shandwick

  Sliding his hands up the inside of my blouse, his fingertips drew feather-light trails as they skimmed my ribcage. A couple of seconds later his fingers pushed my bra above my breasts, and he squeezed my breasts firmly.

  “No, Flynn, sex isn’t going to iron this out.”

  His hips tilted towards my mound, and he pressed his firm erection roughly against me. His fingertips found my hardened nipples and he rolled them between his thumb and forefingers before suddenly flicking them. The pain was pleasurable, and I moaned out a long, breathy, sigh. “I just love you so much…”

  Flynn had never shown any insecurity about us before, and although I hadn’t liked the way he’d handled his feelings with Jonah, I enjoyed the fact that he wasn’t so confident about me that he’d treat me like a doormat.

  I relented and moved in to kiss his lips. His fingers slid down my skin to the outside of my jeans and cupped my pussy. He grunted in pleasure when he held the most secret spot of my body. Seconds later, I’d been turned to face the wall, and my jeans were being pushed down my legs.

  “You need to stop wearing these thongs. I don’t find them sexy at all. I’d prefer you bare under your jeans, or better still in a dress. There’s no sexier feeling than touching what’s mine at a time when there’s a possibility of being caught,” he said glancing at the door. He slid his hand down to my wet entrance and gently circled it with two of his fingers.

  “Ohh,” I panted, as a soft gasp slid from my mouth when his expert fingers slowly killed my apprehension to let him have his way.

  Sliding one finger then two, deep to his knuckles inside me, he groaned again, “Ahh, damn, this feels like heaven,” he murmured as his mouth closed in on the shell of my ear. I shivered all over when his tongue thrust inside my ear as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of me, “You are so incredible, babe… every man’s dream. I’m so fucking lucky. You make me so fucking happy,” he said, gruffly.

  My heart skipped a beat when I heard him unbuckle his belt, and my eyes darted to the door again, “Don’t worry, they’re all in the sound booth. No one will hear us,” he said when he saw me turn to look at the door. That wasn’t true because Ryan was only a few feet away with earphones on.

  Pulling his fingers out slowly as he kissed my neck, and brought them up to my face and coated my lips with my essence. His face was close to mine, “Can you smell what I do to you? Taste it, it’s so fucking sexy,” he said, taking his index finger between his own lips and running it in and out of his mouth. I watched his eye color darken and the pleasure on his face while my head was in a sideways position, against the cool wall.

  When he’d finished, he buried his hand in my hair, gathered a fistful and pushed my face closer to his. His tongue slowly and deliberately licked my desire from my mouth. “Mmm, do you know how horny this makes me?”

  From the way he was behaving, I had a good idea, but his deliberate attempt to coat me in my juice and taste it on other parts of my body ramped up my desire for more.

  His free hand ran the length of my ribs, and the desire to touch him became overwhelming. My hand skimmed down between us and I pressed the rigid bulge in his jeans and rubbed it deliberately. He groaned low and kissed me slower for what seemed like hours, “Sweet Jesus, you smell so fucking sexy and taste delicious,” he muttered through his ragged breaths.

  Reaching to my sides, he grabbed my hands and placed my wrists behind my back. “Clasp your fingers together and don’t let go,” he commanded.

  I heard him fumble through with his jeans before I felt the wet tip of his desire when he dragged the thick crown of his cock down the crack of my butt and settled it at my entrance. Without warning, he impaled me in one long deep thrust taking my breath away. He grunted his pleasure when he filled me to the hilt. The sensation of the sudden depth and stretch burned and thrilled me.

  Holding me tightly his fingers dug deeply into my flesh at both sides of my hips as he plunged deeply over and over. “This is mine. You. Are. Mine.” He repeated it with every thrust as he staked his claim.

  “Fuck,” he said gruffly while his callused fingertips dug deeper into my soft flesh at each side. My long fingernails dug into my palms as I tried to comply with his demand not to touch him, but being aware of this only increased my need to do just that.

  The emotion of our union vibrated from him like an electric current and the level of intensity with which he took me both excited and scared me at the same time. Suddenly, I felt myself tighten and I came in a burst of heat and light. My body jerked and pulsed over and over as one orgasm seemingly rolled into another until I felt him go rigid, and his body convulsed over me.

  When his hot seed had stopped spilling inside me, he carried me and lay me face down on the desk, as his body flopped over mine. I lay breathless and sated with my head next to my laptop and Flynn all around me.

  “Fuck, sorry. I lost control. I always lose control when you’re near me. Are you okay?” he asked as he pulled and quickly tucked himself into his jeans and fastened the buttons.

  I turned and grabbed my ripped thong, wiping myself off as best as I could, and pulled my jeans back on. I nodded, a little confused that someone as hot as Flynn could feel insecure about being with me.

  “Sorry with all the running around I’ve not had the chance to get a doctor’s appointment yet, when I called the next available was after we’d been here. I need to organize something if you’re going to keep doing that.”

  “My feelings for you scare me sometimes. I won’t apologize for that. I’ve never cared as deeply for anyone or anything in my entire existence, as I do for you. Do you know how frightening that is?”

  I nodded and swallowed noisily. My beautiful, hot rock star loved me, and he hadn’t been one hundred percent sure I felt the same way. He was scared he’d lose me.

  “I’m yours, Flynn. Trust me, I feel the same way.”

  Turning me to face him, I kissed him with so much emotion it brought tears to my eyes. “Never doubt my love, Flynn, and never give me cause to doubt yours.”

  In a rare glimpse of vulnerability, he gave me a soul-searching look and leaned in to tenderly kiss my lips. When he broke the kiss, he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

  “Never. I hope we’re solid, Valerie. Remember what I said, people may try to split us up, and tell you things that are not true. I’ll always be truthful with you, babe, because sometimes with truth relationships can be repaired, I don’t believe the same thing can happen once lies are shared between two people.”

  “I think that’s the smartest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. I believe that’s true, so take it from me when I say to you, no matter what you see with Jonah and me, there will never be anyone else for me but you.”

  “I think we’re almost done here for the day, see you at home in ten,” he said, pecking my cheek. “I guess you’d better go clean up, you smell like sex and me…unless you want everyone to know we’ve been getting it on in here,” he winked sexily, and headed for the bathroom.

  “I’ll get you back for that,” I said as I hurriedly packed my things away and headed out the back door for the cabin to take a quick shower.

  Chapter 12 ~ Flynn

  Break neck speed

  Wrapping up in the studio was awkward. I’d almost chewed Jonah’s head off for talking to Valerie and probably made her feel worse by fucking her there and then, my jealousy had gotten the better of me. I thought my skin was thicker than that, obviously not where she was concerned. I shamed myself by going all alpha male on her, but Valerie seemed to understand how I felt at the time. I only hoped I hadn’t rattled her about being with me.

  I made my way to our new cabin next to her parent’s house and thought how different the landscape appeared next to the house since she’d arranged for the new buildings. It was hard to believe she’d planned and made, what in effect was, a small compound of sorts for the band, without my knowledge and in no time at all. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t comprehend how resou
rceful she was, and how she’d figured out exactly how to achieve what she had.

  Since the demise of Major ScAlz, everything had happened at breakneck speed. When I’d agreed to Valerie managing me, I’d had nothing to lose. I had no idea that her capabilities extended to what she’d achieved, but from the day I’d announced my departure from my old band, she’d been completely focused. Her clarity to visualize exactly what I needed when I hadn’t known myself, astounded me.

  I’d often look at her, an innocent teenager on the outside, and wonder where the hell she got the forty-year-old mind when it came to her fearless drive and business acumen. I’d learned very quickly that Valerie wasn’t clever, she was brilliant.

  Talented both artistically and academically, she was able to organize her thoughts in such a way that took multitasking and overlapping those talents with a reflective and methodical genius to a new level. How she did that, only she knew, but she made everything she did look effortless.

  Barely old enough to vote and not old enough to drink alcohol, Valerie had already proved her worth in the business world. Her mature ability to listen, take stock, and persuade people to see things from her perspective, was scary at times. I’d seen her converse with guys twice her age, and make them look like they barely knew what they were doing. I’d also seen the looks on their faces that confirmed they agreed with my thoughts.

  Settling into a new band wasn’t easy, everyone had their agenda at first, but our band was a little different in that two of us were known headliners, and two were unknowns. Valerie knew I’d be the one being judged because I’d been the front man in Major ScAlz and the others accepted the initial focus for RedA would be on me. Providing we had no major fuck-ups, they knew their future was bright.

  We definitely had the talent that gave us a fighting chance commercially, and that lifted my heart. Looking back to the night I resigned from the band, I’d thought I was done in the music business. If I was honest I’d thought no one would ever give me another shot, but it took that to make me realize that songwriting and making music was really important to me, not fame. In a warped sense, I had Bernie to thank for that because I fell in love with music again.

  Everything happens for a reason, and Valerie was my reason. When I’d gone to visit her family that first time with Martin, I hadn’t thought for a minute she’d need me one day in the way that she had. When I’d left, I thought it was for good. How could I have known then the tables would turn, and I’d need her like I did, when my world collapsed around me? I doubted I’d ever come to terms with how Valerie had managed to be my world and completely changed my life for the better.

  Entering the cabin, the sound of silence made me wonder where she was. She’d left before me. I could feel her presence, but could hear a pin drop. My eyes darted up to the bedroom, and I caught sight of Valerie’s bare foot hanging off the end of the bed beyond the white silk comforter.

  As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw she’d fallen asleep. She lay flat on her belly, stark naked on the bed. Her hair fell in curly wet strands down her back with a few dark unruly bundles hanging around her face. The contrasting visual against the white silk bedding looked so appealing.

  A powder blue towel pooled on the floor at the side of the bed. My eyes perused her incredible body, and my heart ached when it felt like it was bursting with the indescribable love it held. Scanning her smooth, satiny skin, perfectly toned legs, and each individual curve had my fingers clenching almost involuntarily as I itched to touch her. I was captivated by her beauty, and when I’d let go of the deep breath I’d been holding, I realized her beauty made me breathless.

  I eased myself gently onto the bed and lay down beside her, staring in wonder at her gorgeous face. I loved watching her sleep—it was a sight I knew I’d never tire of. My index finger slid her hair off her shoulder very gingerly, and I lay my head tantalizingly close to her skin and inhaled deeply. Smelling her freshly washed scent on her beautiful neck was the best aphrodisiac a man could wish for.

  Once I’d allowed myself to breathe her in, I hadn’t been able to stop myself from parting her hair lying on her back and trailing my fingertips lightly over every small bone in her spine. She shivered and stirred but she didn’t wake up. When I reached the dimples right above her ass, my hand flattened and I allowed my palm to sweep slowly over her perfectly firm and plump behind.

  Valerie moaned her pleasure under my touch, and her legs fell further apart, but she was still out of it. I thought about how exhausted she must have felt with all the work she’d been doing. Somehow, I fought my urge to have her and slid off the bed, deciding a shower was in order to tame my desire. My hard dick ached, and I wanted her again, but I’d already pushed my luck with her that day so there was no way I’d have woken her for my own selfish desires.

  I heard my cell phone ringing in my pants and turned the water off, but before I could step out of the shower, Valerie had wandered into the bathroom and picked up my pants.

  “Hello? Sure he’s right here in front of me, wet and wanting, hang on and I’ll pass you over,” she said, still looking sleepy as she gave me her cute sexy smile. She raised her eyebrow when her eyes dropped to my rigid length. “We weren’t disturbing you, Flynn, were we?” she mumbled in her croaky just awake voice.

  I shook my head at her sassy comment and smirked because a couple of minutes later she may well have been. As she handed me the phone, there was a knock on the front door. Valerie grabbed a robe that was hanging on the door and left me to go down to answer it.

  Clayton, my lawyer, rang me to say that Tyler Chisholm wanted a plea bargain for admitting Bernie gave me and Craig opiates via the last bottles of drinking water we’d drank shortly before the end of their last concert.

  His lawyers wanted immunity from prosecution for Tyler in exchange for handing Bernie on a platter to the State’s Attorney. Clayton was confident that if that happened, Bernie would have no choice but to plead guilty. He went on to explain that if he did that we wouldn’t have to endure a lengthy court battle.

  Personally, I’d wanted to see both of them pay for what they’d done to us, but Clayton was cool headed and told me the weight of debtors had to be taken into consideration. It was because of that, I knew that we’d accept Tyler’s plea. I thought at least it would be an end to the whole sordid ordeal, and allow us to move forward, if nothing else.

  After discussing all the options, I hung up and went downstairs where I found Simone sitting on the sofa opposite Valerie, and by the atmosphere between them, I immediately sensed something was wrong. “What’s the matter?” I asked.

  Valerie’s eyes quickly glanced in my direction, and I saw a glimpse of fear before her anxious eyes darted back to Simone, “Nothing.”

  Her one-word answer and the lack of normal chatter between them made me call bullshit on that. I knew her too well, and her voice was a tad too high when she answered like she was alarmed about something. Despite our promise to tell the truth to one another I knew she’d lied to me.

  “So… nothing’s wrong? Why have you just lied to me, Valerie? Tell me what’s going on.”

  The way Simone stood too quickly and tapped her watch like she suddenly had somewhere to be was almost comical. She made her way toward the door, “I need to find Craig, we’re going to dinner, and I’m late already,” she said. I hadn’t missed the concerned look that passed between her and Valerie, and I felt irritated that Valerie was trying to hide something from me.

  Once she’d closed the door, I walked over to where she, stood, and placed my hands on my hips. “Come on, out with it. Spit it out, what’s going on?”

  “I’m late, Flynn. Happy now?” her small voice sounded shaky as she glanced up at me with tear-filled eyes.

  “Late? Late for what?” I asked before the meaning of late dawned on me.

  “Oh. My. God. Late, late. You mean… Wh…what…I mean how long have you known? When were you—” My thoughts were in meltdown as I stood babbling with a mill
ion and one things running through my head. Fuck! No. No. No. She’s pregnant. She’s fucking eighteen, Flynn. “What are you saying? Are you telling me you may be pregnant?” I pressed gently.

  “Stop…don’t,” she said, as she stood and forcibly pushed me out of the way. She fled for the stairs in a flood of tears, and I knew she was heading for the sanctuary of the bathroom. I moved quickly placing myself between her and steps and caught her hand. I jerked her back toward me because the last thing I wanted was to see her distressed.

  “Don’t you dare run away from me,” I growled, pulling her to sit down with me on the sofa.

  Valerie sniffed and cried openly, “I’m so sorry, believe me, this is the last thing I’d want to happen right now. I’ve been so stupid. Simone just came to ask me to borrow some tampons. It was only when she prompted my thoughts it occurred to me I should have been on my period about a week ago. With all the emotion of Thanksgiving, and the cabins…the move, I just…” she lifted her hands in a helpless gesture, then dropped them down to her sides and began to sob again.

  Valerie stared at me with her eyes filled to the brim with tears, “Flynn I swear…”

  Swiftly, my finger pressed against her lips to silence her. She was terrified, and I knew she thought I’d think she’d trapped me. “Not another word. If you’re pregnant, it’s my fault for not taking care of you properly. I’m the stupid one, I should have known better than to have sex without a condom.”

  Valerie stared open mouthed, a look of horror on her face and I knew immediately I’d said the wrong thing, “No, babe. I don’t mean I’m angry. What I meant was with me being your first sexual partner I should have had better control. I’m the one to blame.”

  Lifting her chin to see her face, my heart felt crushed by the wounded look she gave me. From the way she stared so helplessly she was suddenly this young, distraught, and vulnerable girl. It was the same look she’d given to me often in the dark days following the accident involving her brothers.