Ready For Flynn,Part 3: A Rockstar Romance: Ready For Flynn Series

by K. L. Shandwick

Just as I finished speaking the door of the studio opened, and my heart skipped excitedly as Flynn stepped inside carrying our beautiful little boy on his shoulders with Lee close behind them.

  “Mommy!” Liam exclaimed, clearly delighted to see me. He made little grabbing motions with his hands with a sunny smile on his face.

  Flynn lifted him carefully over his head and lowered him down to me where I scooped him into my arms, kissed him and perched him on my hip.

  “Hello, handsome. I thought you were going for a walk with grandma?”

  “He was until he saw me,” Flynn smiled, “Can I help it if I’m more fun than her?”

  “Daddy ball wif me?” he asked interrupting us.

  “Daddy can’t play ball right now, Liam, but Lee loves to play ball, don’t you, Lee?”

  Lee was sitting on the edge of the table and slid slowly to his feet. I felt bad my family had already demanded his help that morning, and Flynn was asking more of him.

  “I’ll play with you, but you’re not allowed to beat me,” Lee said, as he wandered over and lifted him from my arms, sounding playful. He placed him on his feet and took his little hand. Liam looked so much like Flynn it was breathtaking; thick dark silky hair, huge green eyes and the same dimple in his left cheek. I felt a pang of sadness in my heart because Flynn had no photographs of himself as a child to share, so I could only hazard a guess at what he’d looked like as an infant.

  “Me wanchoo, Daddy,” Liam frowned as his bottom lip pouted and tears sprang to his eyes.

  Flynn walked over to Liam and smoothed his hair, “Now, listen here, Liam, Mommy and I are working. You like when we take you to feed the ducks, right?” he asked gently.

  “Ducks,” Liam said, his face brightening excitedly.

  “So, Mommy and I have to work to get money to buy the bread to feed them, right?” Liam nodded.

  “Lee will play ball with you until Mommy and I are done here, then we’ll find uncle Kayden, and he can teach you a lesson on your drum kit, okay?”

  “Me want drums—”

  “And you’ll have them later. Now go and play ball with Lee outside, like a good boy. We’ll come and get you as soon as we finish up here,” Flynn said gently but firmly.

  Liam broke free of Lee’s hand, wrapped his little arms around his daddy’s knee and hugged him tightly before turning and doing the same to mine. My heart squeezed sadly at his little gesture, because I wanted more time with him. Liam accepted what was said and turned to Lee, “Outside, me play ball now, Lee,” he said, tugging at Lee’s hand.

  “Me love you, Mommy, me love you, Daddy.”

  “Love you to the moon and back, little man,” both Flynn and I said together, then grinned at each other.

  “We’re so in trouble with that one,” Flynn said, shaking his head as he tried to contain his smile.

  “I’m glad we’ve got Niven to keep him straight. You’re a pathetic disciplinarian where he’s concerned,” I said.

  “And you’re just as bad,” he said, poking my belly before he pulled me in for a hug. “We make beautiful babies, though, babe. Should we go practice for another?”

  Javier cleared his throat and I’d forgotten Alison and him were even there.

  “Sorry guys,” I said, chuckling.

  “I’m not. Just a sec, you might want to look away,” Flynn said to Alison and Javier as he backed me up against the wall and swept his hands down to cup my butt. Pulling me roughly toward him, the wanton look in his eyes pierced mine in a connection that was suddenly serious. He dipped his head and placed his forehead on mine while his hot minty breath wafted over my lips, “You know how hard I love you? Can you feel it?” he whispered seductively as he rocked his hips back and forth. I was instantly wet between my legs and a shiver ran through me from the way he touched me.

  I could feel his cock. It was thick and hard pressing against my mound. The sexy way he behaved toward me stole my breath. “I do and I can,” I whispered back, giggling. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me with the raw passion I saw swimming in his eyes, but as quick as he’d grabbed me, he stepped back, leaving me panting in short, shallow breaths of anticipation. I felt the loss of his touch immediately.

  “Well? What are you standing there for woman? You can’t hang around our kid is waiting for us. Hurry up and be done so you can get me home. We have some urgent arrangements of our own to take care of before Lee gets bored,” he grinned back knowingly.

  I used to blush when he said stuff like that in front of people, but since we’d had Liam, it was clear that people knew we did more than read in bed. In fact, I’d go as far as to say that we could write our own sex manual with the action that took place there.

  After three years with Flynn, I’d never expected to get that far with him, nor did I expect to feel as blissfully happy after all this time with him. His love was completely unwavering, and his level of possessiveness and protection was pretty near perfect.

  “All right, what do you need me for?” Flynn asked as he finally sat down to our meeting forty-five minutes after he should have.

  “First of all, you’re late. Second of all, you can’t keep disrupting our meetings with seduction, Flynn. I’m your boss when we’re working,” I said as I pretended to admonish him in front of the others. Javier was enjoying Flynn’s banter and smiled while Alison looked a little embarrassed. I felt for her, but life with the band was always going to have sexual banter and innuendo, and I knew she’d have to get used to seeing people hitting on each other. It happened all the time with the groupies we encountered.

  “Agreed, but you know I’m definitely the boss in the bedroom,” he continued with a smirk and scratched the back of his head.

  “Are you going to be serious at all today or are we wasting our time here?”

  “Yes.”

  I huffed out a puff of air, “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, with a break through chuckle.

  I glanced at Javier who was biting back a grin, and I grunted my disapproval in frustration.

  “Yes ma’am what?”

  “Yes, I’m going to be serious when we get home. Very serious.” He said and widened his eyes at me, “And yes, we are wasting our time here.”

  I drew breath to speak and Javier piped up, “We’re done here anyway, we sorted it out without you, Flynn. Go home and—”

  “Be serious,” they both said together and started laughing.

  I shook my head and tried to behave as if they’d flipped in front of Alison, “Looks like we’re the only two sane people in the room, hon. Okay, Alison stay here with Javier and organize the transportation for those dates, then take the rest of the afternoon off. We’ll meet here at 9:30 tomorrow morning,” I said as Flynn slipped his hand under the back of my t-shirt and pinged my bra strap.

  “Did you seriously just do that?”

  “I did. I was being serious, that was a serious ping,” he said and bit back a grin as I glared and tried not to laugh. Turning away from him I pulled open the door.

  “You are nuts Flynn Docherty,”

  “I am. Always been nuts about you, Valerie. And my other nuts feel the same, don’t you guys,” he said, looking down at his groin.

  I ignored his comment and smiled, but he couldn’t see it as I had started walking toward our house. I heard him running on the hard ground behind me and without a moment’s warning, he’d grabbed my hips, bent over then pushed his head through my legs before he lifted me high on his shoulders like he’d been carrying Liam not fifteen minutes before.

  “Hey, what are you doing, put me down or you’ll hurt yourself,”

  “How can I hurt myself with my head between your legs? It’s my safe place,” he said, playfully.

  With no effort at all, Flynn walked all the way back with his strong hands holding my shins and his head nestled between my thighs. I loved this side of Flynn, and I loved my life at that moment.

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  When we reached the house, he set me down gently in front of our door on the porch and instead of opening the door he pushed me against it,

  “Where were we?”

  “We were coming home to be serious,” I reminded him.

  “Oh, yeah,” he smiled his sexy, mischievous smile, “I’m seriously going to fuck you, Ms. Darsin.”

  “Is that so? Don’t you think you’d better get inside first?”

  “Oh, I intend on getting inside all right,” Flynn grinned at his double entendre. His eyes glanced out at the wide open space to our house from our veranda. It was very private.

  “On second thought, I want to eat al fresco today, it’s a lovely day, and I think you spend far too much time indoors. The fresh air will make you feel wonderful,” he grinned, wolfishly.

  I pulled my head back as far as I could with the door in the way and looked up at him, “You’re not serious— what if someone comes over?”

  “Then they’ll learn how a guy ought to fuck his woman,” he stated as a matter of fact. He reached for the button on my jeans, opened it and unzipped the zipper. He turned me away from him to face the door, and his hand slipped inside the front of my panties. Fingering my wet seam he parted my delicate folds to skim over my slick entrance.

  “Fuck, see this?” he said, running his finger through my wet heat, “I love how wet I make you.”

  I reached back and squeezed his cock, “And I love how hard I make you.”

  “Hell, yes. You never get old, babe. I get hard watching you brush your teeth in the morning.”

  I giggled, “That’s an exaggeration, Flynn, but thank you.”

  “We came home to get serious right? I’m telling you, I really do. It makes your tits jiggle. They mesmerize me,” he said and bent to nuzzle his favorite spot my neck sending shivers down my spine.

  Sliding his hands to my hips he pushed my jeans and panties down past my knees and dropped to his knees right there on the porch. He pulled my legs back and pushed my shoulders forward to arch my back. Grabbing my hips tighter, he pulled my butt back against his face and peppered it in tiny spine-tingling kisses. Goosebumps covered my body instantly and my legs opened a little wider, which coincided with his tongue diving deeply into my pussy. As my legs buckled, “Oh, God,” was all I could mutter, shakily, as his fingertips dug deeply into the flesh at my hips.

  Pulling back from me I heard the familiar chink of metal on metal, and I knew he had started to open his belt. Seconds later, he’d shuffled both of us over to the swing hanging in our veranda. We were both laughing by the time he lay me down on it. Flynn pulled my butt so that it was hanging off the end pulled my knees up toward my chest and smiled.

  As he moved his hips to me, I watched him stroking his thick cock in his fist before he looked down at what he was doing and lined himself up with my entrance. He pulled the swing toward him entering me slowly and filling the ache that was there before. A slow hiss left his mouth, and he crouched over to kiss me. Grazing his teeth over my bottom lip, he licked it before his tongue swept into my mouth and found mine.

  With one hand on my hip and the other on the swing he rocked himself in and out of me, sinking so deep inside I could feel him in my belly.

  The swing was soon forgotten as Flynn reached out to me, pushing my t-shirt up toward my neck, and pulling my bra down to free my breasts before cupping them in his hands. When he let go he smacked my butt hard, his hand immediately sweeping over it to smooth the sting away as he fucked me harder until I suddenly felt the tell-tale tingling in my muscles followed by the heady rush of my release as I came hard, almost forcing him out. Flynn grunted heavily and continued to ride me hard. “Squeezing me so good, babe,” he said gruffly. Unable to contain the feelings inside I screamed at the top of my lungs, “No more, Flynn. God, stop, I can’t—”

  “Oh fuck, babe, hang in there I’m coming,” he said before I felt his warm seed flood inside and his body rhythmically jerk as he came. He leaned over breathing raggedly into my neck. “God, you bring me to my knees,” he husked.

  “So I saw,” I drawled sarcastically.

  Another sharp smack stung my butt and Flynn chuckled as he pulled slowly out of me. Standing, he stepped out his jeans and bent to find his key to open the door.

  “How many times, Flynn, the door’s open. We don’t have to lock it out here.”

  “It’s habit.”

  “It’s a bad habit,”

  “You’re the one that’s bad, Valerie Darsin.” Standing with his back to the door, he went on to mimic me, “Don’t you think you better get inside first?” he said, in a breathy-girlie voice, “You were the one that was leaning against the door, Valerie. You were the one that knew it was open, and here you are having been fucked right here on the porch. Outside. Is this what you meant when you said you wanted wild flowers on the porch?” Nodding his head at the flower boxes of lavender I’d had planted all around the veranda.

  I smiled lovingly at him, “You remembered?”

  “Of course, I remember, you wanted romance, something about wildflowers left on your porch, a red rose on your windshield when you wake in the morning...anyway, I’m not above a bit of romance where you are concerned.”

  I loved him for thinking of that when I’d all but forgotten the comment I’d made once during a discussion about marriage. We’d skirted awkwardly around the subject after he’d told me about Kayden asking Amber to marry him.

  I was pregnant with Liam at the time and felt at one point he had been gauging my expectations of him with regard to marriage. I had closed the conversation down by stating it wasn’t something I wanted. There was no way I’d ever have gone through life making him feel I’d trapped him into a relationship that he wasn’t happy to stay in because I’d been stupid enough to get pregnant.

  “Hey, where did you go?” he said, looking concerned.

  “Nowhere, I’m right here. I was just surprised you remembered that’s all.”

  “Babe, where you are concerned there’s not much I’d want to forget, I pay attention to everything you say,” he said, as he bent to kiss me again. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and go find Liam. I think I owe both of you that ice cream I promised.”

  “Okay, but Flynn…” I said and waited for him to look back at me, “I’m not having sex with you every day of our vacation,” I stated.

  “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll be gone for two nights, call it resting time,” he winked.

  Chapter 5

  My world

  Flynn

  Climbing the small hill from our house onto the pathway to the studio, I caught sight of Liam at the top of the next ridge. I could tell the moment he saw us as he was climbing with Lee. Spinning round on his heel he took off back in our direction and the momentum of the downward force built up making him run faster than his little legs could carry him. We watched him topple head over foot and roll the rest of the way down the hill.

  My heart flew to my mouth in fear as both Valerie and I reacted instantly and ran to him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. When I heard him bubbling with laughter I exhaled heavily with relief. He got to his feet using both hands until he pushed himself up straight and shouted, “I funny, Daddy.”

  Stepping forward, Valerie began to dust off his pants, her brow bunched with concern as she inspected him for broken bones still not believing he hadn’t hurt himself, “You have to be careful, Liam, you could have hurt yourself,” she admonished. Liam gave her a puzzled look because to him he’d enjoyed the thrill of rolling down the hill.

  I waved at Lee, “Heading to the ice-cream place in town,” I stated. He waved back, turned and headed towards the SUV.

  “Ice cream!” Liam whooped and ran off after Lee and toward the car without us.

  By the time we’d caught up with them, Liam was already strapped into his car seat, so we climbed in and headed into town. I was relieved there were no fans outside the gates as we left, and as l
uck would have it, it was one of those rare occasions we got to be a normal family. We managed to slip into the shop without any interruptions, and it was empty because our visit coincided with school hours.

  “Me chocolate, Daddy,” Liam demanded, I turned to Valerie, “Butter pecan?” she smiled, because she never chose anything else.

  “Mommy, me love you,” Liam said, clambering up on the blue leather seat in the booth by the back wall.

  Valerie slid in next to him and smiled affectionately, “Thank you, Liam. I love you too, baby.” Liam immediately reached out for Valerie’s finger and gripped it tightly in his tiny hand and pulled it into his chest.

  “You’re my handsome little man,” Valerie said, brushing his dark hair off his forehead and leaning over she kissed it. Liam rewarded her with another beaming smile. “Nibin loves Mommy too,” he said, nodding with a serious face.

  I glanced at Liam and bunched my brow, “Niven loves Mommy?”

  “Mm-hmm,” Liam mumbled with his mouth stuck to his ice-cream.

  “Niven told you he loved Mommy?” I asked again, to clarify.

  “Yes, he said so.”

  I was already pissed off that my son spent so much time with another man who was responsible for protecting him because of my work, so the added stress that he had perhaps developed feelings for Valerie made my blood boil.

  “It probably isn’t what you think, Flynn. You know kids,” Valerie said, laughing when she saw my reaction.

  “It fucking better not be,” I said barely able to contain my rage.

  “Fucking beddah not,” Liam mimicked and smiled looking like he’d accomplished something great.

  “Flynn! What did I say about swearing around Liam?”

  “Don’t say that, Liam,” I said in a stern tone.

  Liam looked down at his ice cream and burst into tears.

  “Now look what you’ve done,” Valerie said, scooping him off the seat and onto her lap. I felt like shit for getting him into trouble.

  “It’s okay, baby. Daddy isn’t mad at you. That word is a naughty word. We don’t say that.”