“Sure, I just wanted to say thanks, but I’ll need to head back now, Flynn is probably cleaned up, and we’re due at the after party,” I said, lying. The crazy fan left me shaken, but I played it down because if Flynn had known I’d left Rita up at stage level and had been attacked he’d have gone ballistic.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, I am. Let’s not say anything about this to Flynn, it will only worry him and I more than handled the situation so we can leave it like that.”
The venue manager got the message because he had a lot to lose and nodded. I was the manager of RedA and Flynn’s woman. That gave me some clout, and I’d been attacked on his watch. He nodded, and I thanked him for his hospitality before I headed back trying to compose myself before I reached the dressing room and Flynn.
“There you are, babe, I was wondering where you’d gotten to. You need to tell Rita when you’re going anywhere,” he said, with his voice full of concern.
“You knew where I was going. I told you.”
“Yeah, but you waited until Rita was checking the dressing room with Lee before you went. That’s not okay, Valerie. What if something were to happen to you? There are some crazy motherfuckers out there you know, and I’d never forgive myself if you were hurt on account of me.”
I did— I’d just had an altercation with one.
“Stop fretting. I’m here, and I’m fine. Let’s get the party over with so we can go back to the hotel and start packing.”
“You left out the part where we get down and dirty, babe,” he said, winking.
I’d been around Flynn long enough now to know he was trying to embarrass me and glanced at the others. They were all smirking as they waited for my come-back to him.
“As long as you don’t use those nipple clamps tonight, Flynn. The girls need a rest, they’ve been chaffing against the lace of my bra all evening.” I said deadpan.
Lexi’s eyebrow rose in surprise like she regarded me as the good girl I was and smirked.
“What Lexi? You should see our personal collection of photographs where Flynn is handcuffed to my bed, and I have that certain flogger in my hand he’s so fond of.”
I was referring back to the time when he’d come to set up Daryl for cheating on me and when we’d ended up doing a racy photoshoot together in my study together.
Lexi and Craig started chuckling, and Flynn jumped to my defense, “I can vouch for that, I’m hard just thinking about that day,” he said, adjusting himself in his jeans in front of everyone.
There was still a look of disbelief on her face as she commented, “Flynn, I believe he looks a kinky bastard, but you, Valerie…you aren’t convincing me.”
Flynn glanced at me, his mouth pressed into a line, and I knew immediately he was annoyed she’d forced the issue.
“Sorry, babe, just that one, promise,” he pleaded, and I knew he wanted to shut her up for doubting me.
I shook my head, but smirked because I saw him pull out his cell and tapped furiously to find the picture I knew was the only one he still had on there.
“I need your permission to share, babe,” he smiled knowingly.
Pretending to think about it, I eventually let out a long sigh, shrugged my shoulders and nodded hesitantly, “Go ahead Flynn, but I have no idea why you need to prove anything. We know what goes on in our bed, isn’t that all that matters?”
Flynn turned the phone, and Jonah jumped down from the table he’d been sitting on suddenly interested as they grouped around the photograph. Craig and Jonah’s mouths slightly parted and their eyes flashed up to mine, and damn if I didn’t blush.
“Fucking hot,” Jonah said staring at me.
“Damn straight, my fucking hot, got it, Jonah?”
“Oh, absolutely. Window shopping only, Flynn,” he said, clearing the frog from his throat afterward because it came out in a gruff tone.
Craig turned to Simone, “We should get one of those floggers; that looks like fun.”
Simone smirked at Craig, completely unfazed by his comment and shook her head.
“Craig if we get any more toys we’ll need a bigger apartment I have no room for shoes in our closet with all the crops in there as it is,” she answered without a trace of humor. Flynn raised an eyebrow before turning when I spoke.
“Okay, you’ve had your eyes filled courtesy of Flynn and me, let’s get to this party or we’ll never get home tonight,” I said moving the subject along before we spent another half hour talking about sex toys.
“Yeah, pity we can’t just skip the party,” Flynn agreed chuckling as he came up beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist, “Can I help it if I can’t get enough of this gorgeous, sexy body?” he asked with a serious look on his face.
“You know how I feel Flynn, but I manage to keep my passion mostly private,” I smirked wickedly as he leaned in, his lips brushing my earlobe. He couldn’t resist a lick while he was there.
“Yeah and I bet that private place is soaked between your legs,” he whispered seductively. A pang of lust shot through my body like a current of electricity as his hand dropped and gave my ass a sneaky squeeze.
*****
Less than ten minutes later we were mingling around at the party with the support band and crew as well as a few self-important people from the executive board from Wembley Arena. The greeting room was packed.
I was always proud of how Flynn conducted himself at events, because no matter who the person was, he treated them all with respect; unless that someone was being an ass, then he had the ability to cut them down to size in such a way that was an art form.
Watching him from a distance, I could see why I’d fallen for him the first time I saw him. He was everything a rock star should be, a face I couldn’t stop staring at, a body that promised nights of unbridled passion, a personality that made him the center of attention whether that was his intention or not, and that irresistibly sexy, charismatic charm that made women fantasize about him.
As if he knew I’d been watching his eyes searched in my direction and the moment we connected a smile curved his lips. He cocked his head in a come here gesture and held my gaze. I excused myself from the group I was with, my eyes still glued to his and made my way to him. Before I reached him, he stepped away from his company and held a hand out for me. I slipped my palm into his, and he instantly laced his fingers with mine and brought them to his lips, “Tired?” he said with a tempting smirk and I knew immediately he wanted to be alone with me.
“Exhausted,” I replied, exaggerating my reply.
“Okay, people. My girl here needs me; it’s been a long day, and she’s exhausted. We’ve gotta split. I’d just like to say a few words before we get out of here.
“Craig, Lexi, Jonah, thank you for a kick-ass, drama-free tour. You all rock. To our crowd warmers, and other supporting bands, we’re grateful to have had you guys along for the ride, and hope being with us has given you lots of publicity. You all deserve success, and I’d like to reiterate, we only select the best. To our awesome crew, we couldn’t have done it without you, techs, lighting, sound, promotion— you are the glue of what we do. Simone, I need looser pants for the next tour—my dick has almost suffocated in the ones you gave me, but otherwise, brilliant job on our image.”
Flynn glanced down at me with adoration in his eyes, “And lastly, but by no means least, to my beautiful, brilliant fucking wet dream of a woman, Valerie, who is my rock. My soulmate. I love you more than ever and just want to say that I pity all the other bands out there because we have the best of the best managers in the music industry. What you’ve helped us achieve in the past couple of years is fucking incredible, babe. I’m glad you stole my heart the day I met you. I don’t ever want it back.”
Everyone had been cheering throughout his speech, acknowledging each group, but after he’d said that about me, the noise in the room erupted to a new level. People were clapping and cheering, but I never got to s
peak because Flynn in true showman style, flung me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, smacked my butt hard and walked out the large glass doors with me.
Thinking he’d put me down once we’d left the room, I was shocked when he kept going with Lee and Rita taking up their positions, Lee at the front and Rita at the back, while he headed toward the exit. Lee pushed the fire exit door knowing there was a blacked out mini-van waiting. Flynn bent his head and seated me in the back before climbing in beside me and scooping me into his arms.
Lee climbed in beside us at the front and Rita in the row behind, but Flynn ignored their presence completely, “I’ve been waiting to get you on your own since you wiggled your ass at me while I was on stage.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Flynn, I was just enjoying the music,” I grinned affectionately.
“No worries. You can replicate that move on top of me once I rip your panties off.”
Lee cleared his throat, and I could imagine a smile on his face at Flynn’s flirty comment.
“You’ll have a job, Flynn. I don’t wear panties on days you have gigs. It was costing me a fortune.”
Flynn raised his eyebrow and ran his hand up between my legs to rest when he could go no further. The weight of his stare even in the dark was smoldering hot. A second later his fingertips trailed up to the button of my jeans and my hand snapped over his to halt his advance.
“I need to feel you,” he whispered against my ear in a voice so low I nearly missed it.
I shook my head, and he pulled a small blanket that was on the seat next to him and sneakily slid it over my lap. In one fluid movement, he snapped the button on my jeans and slid his hand down between my skin and the rough material.
Flynn cupped my pussy in the palm of his hand and slid a finger down my seam pushing the tip inside, “Fuck. I can’t wait to get you home,” he murmured against my ear. I glanced nervously at the back of Lee’s head then the driver who both seemed to be unaware of what was happening.
Slowly he drew his finger back and circled my clit softly. I turned to face him and dropped my forehead onto his, “I love you so fucking much, Valerie,” he said, his voice ragged from trying to restrain himself. “I can’t wait to get you to bed.”
Chapter 3
Alone time
Valerie
“We’re here,” Lee said.
Flynn withdrew his hand, smeared my bottom lip with my juice, then popped his finger in his mouth and groaned, “Fucking finally,” he growled around his finger.
The Savoy via the back door was our destination, and I always felt bad for the staff in the kitchens we passed through because chances were we weren’t the only people passing through in the size of hotels we stayed at. Taking the service elevator to the penthouse suite, Lee left us in the open elevator with Rita to quickly check the suite. He returned and handed a key to Flynn then headed down the hall to the suite opposite ours where my mom, Liam, and Niven were staying.
I was still watching them head over there when Flynn quickly closed the door on me and grabbed me by my arms. He pinned them above my head by the wrists; it filled me with excitement and turned me on in an instant.
“Girl, you’ve been driving me fucking insane with your less than subtle teasing all night,” he said, and leaned forward to lick my bottom lip, “I can still taste you,” he said huskily before guiding my arms down to rest by my sides.
I hadn’t had the opportunity to refasten the button on my jeans so when he let go of my wrists Flynn pulled them down my legs in seconds. He tapped each foot as a signal for me to lift them one at a time and pulled them off. Once he’d done that he shoved my jacket off my shoulders, and I shrugged it to the floor. Flynn kicked it clear of us and with a gaze so full of intent pulled at his buckle freeing the leather from the loops and opened the fly of his jeans. Dropping the belt to the floor beside us, he shoved his jeans roughly down his legs and with a swift kick sent them skidding across the floor.
My heart pounded in my chest watching how desperate he was to have me. Taking my hands, he laced his fingers in mine once again lifting them above my head as he pressed his hard body against my curves. His wet tongue skimmed his lips and the smell of tequila and lime on his warm breath briefly registered before his mouth moved against mine. Taking a greedy kiss, his tongue explored and danced with mine as I felt his hard cock settle against my belly. I moaned with desire, so turned on by his actions.
Flynn pulled back from the kiss to search my face before I was rewarded by a soft chuckle. His laugh died on his lips as he ground himself against me and slipped his hot wet tongue back into my mouth again.
“You’re fucking incredible, I could fuck you forever,” he muttered, breathily when he broke the kiss.
“Do it,” I said bravely goading him as my need had become almost as great as his.
“Oh, babe, I intend on doing my best if I lived to be one hundred, I’d still want you,” he smiled dropping his forehead to mine. His green eyes were darker and more intense indicating how serious he took his statement.
“You were so fucking naughty tonight, babe,” he smirked.
“I haven’t even started yet,” I warned giving him a wickedly shameless smirk.
Flynn’s mouth slowly trailed up my neck before he suddenly sucked hard. The sensation was both pleasurable and a little painful. Shivers ran down my spine and as nerve endings pulsed in my core from the effect. Every inch of skin on my body reacted in goosebumps. Desperate feelings of lust and desire became heightened as every single hair follicle responded to his expert ministrations. Restraining me by my wrists only made the need to touch him stronger.
“Good, because I’m expecting a long night of teasing,” he said with a salacious smile then pressed a small kiss on my closed lips.
Restless with frustration, I wriggled against him. I had desperately wanted to touch him, and his restrained hold only enhanced my need to do that, “Let go of my hands I need to touch you,” I demanded.
Slowly he slid his hands firmly and deliberately down my arms until his hands cupped my face as he moved in for another passionate kiss. Another low moan rose from my throat. “Fuck,” he hissed pulling back to look at me before he lifted me off the floor. I’d begun to wrap my legs around his waist, but he caught my feet at the instep and pushed me high above his head against the door. Feeding his arms under each leg until I sat perched on his shoulders and his mouth met my pussy.
Flynn inhaled deeply, “You smell so fucking good.” My fingers threaded through his hair, and I grabbed a fistful. “You’re so wet babe,” he said in a ragged whisper, while he ran his tongue in tantalizing feather-light strokes up and down my seam. The sensation made me buck in his hands, so he pushed me tighter against the wall and lapped and licked faster. I squirmed against his mouth as he drove me toward my release.
Within minutes I felt the familiar build in tension and my legs began to shake, “Yes, like that, baby, don’t stop,” I pleaded in a voice I hardly recognized was mine. His fingers dug into my flesh as his tongue became more demanding leaving my entrance as he concentrated on flicking ferociously at my clit. Bursts of light exploded behind my closed eyelids as my legs trembled uncontrollably. All of my senses heightened as I came. Flynn tightened his arms around my thighs and continued to administer his sweet torture between my legs long after my orgasm subsided.
When I tapped his head, he looked up, and I pushed his head away, Flynn released his vice-like grip and began to slide me down his body. “You taste so good, babe,” he said appreciatively. His cock was rock solid as I slipped past it until my feet landed on the floor. As he stepped back slightly, he created just enough space for me to get down onto my knees and lick my hand before taking his long length in it. An agonized grunt had escaped his lungs before a low growl of pleasure replaced it.
“Jesus, Valerie,” he exclaimed as he looked down into my eyes with a carnal look in his.
“I’m taking every
thing from you, tonight,” he threatened.
“Is that so?” I said stopping for a second to challenge him.
“Absolutely. You know how long it’s been since we had a whole night together? Seven weeks and three days,” he informed me.
“Maybe we should just get some sleep then,” I teased while staring him down but still grasping his cock and stroking it firmly. Bending forward I gave him two sharp licks across his crown, and he grunted again and slapped both hands against the door behind him. Looking down with pure unadulterated lust in his eyes he smiled, slowly.
“Or maybe I could tie you up and tease that hot fucking body of yours for my pleasure,” he responded.
“Mmm, I don’t know…it’s a tough choice,” I answered giggling at his playful tone and what I’d thought was an idle threat at the time. Instead of replying, Flynn glanced down and took a deep breath. I stared back with baited breath until he sighed heavily.
“What?” I asked, in a slightly anxious tone my hand stilling for a moment.
He gave me a piercing look, “How would you feel about trying something a little kinkier?” he questioned in a low masterful tone.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, unsure of where this was taking me.
“Just a restraint,” he smirked, and his eyes searched my face for signs of panic. Apart from holding me tightly, he’d never asked me to do anything too wild in the time we’d been together. I often wondered if he’d thought I was too vanilla when it came to sex, but he’d never pushed me. Everything we did together had been a natural experimentation during the act of sex, and I was happy with the results so far. It was because of that, and I suppose a little curiosity on my part I nodded.
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