It wasn’t just the steaming hot sex we’d had but the new level of intimacy we’d shared, and it made me feel good. I already knew that Valerie believed in me by the way she’d been selfless since we’d been together. She had given up so much for me in our day-to-day lives, but what had happened in bed wasn’t just about me being able to indulge in some kinky fetish. Although that was an incredible turn-on, it was more how Valerie had submitted to my will and freed her mind of all barriers between us.
I was still thinking about that when I heard Valerie talking in an alarmed tone as I washed my hair, so I rinsed off quickly and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked through to the bedroom and saw the distress on her face. Niven wanted to take Liam to a water park. I understood her concerns and took the phone from her. I managed to smooth over her distress, and we chatted with our awesome little boy, before ending the call.
Valerie flopped back down on her back, and I knew she was missing Liam, I related because I had the urge to scrap the day and head for home. We couldn’t do that to Kayden and Amber so to lift the mood I told her to get in the shower and dragged the comforter and sheet off of her.
Valerie being the stubborn woman she was rolled onto her side and curled into the fetal position, “It’s not cold in here anyway,” she goaded.
Without blinking, I crawled over on the mattress and slapped her ass hard enough to get a squeal out of her. “Yeah, and one part of you is going to feel like it’s roasting if you don’t get that pretty little ass up and in the shower,” I said chuckling.
Valerie rolled over, grabbed me by my shoulders, wrapped her legs around my waist and wrestled me onto the mattress. My towel fell away and we were both buck naked.
“Is that so?” she said when she thought she had the upper hand. As quickly as she’d wrapped her legs around me, I flipped her over so that she was beneath me and damn if I wasn’t rock solid by her playful mood.
My eyes fell to her mouth and my lips went straight to hers. Kissing passionately, her hands skated all over my body. My dick was hovering right over her entrance and nothing but a tidal wave on the beach could have stopped me from taking her at that moment.
“I swear I’m gonna die inside you, babe,” I groaned in a ragged voice, before we went at it as if we were making up for lost time in a frantically hard fuck that only lasted five minutes at the most. Our efforts left me coming like a teenage boy, so excited by her initiation of rough play.
“Hot damn,” I grinned when she giggled beside me while her chest still heaved after our exertion.
“Yeah? You’re getting closer to dying every day by the way we’re going at it,” she chuckled.
“Nah, I was just so turned on by that little unexpected wrestling match.” I corrected her.
“I suppose we both need that shower now,” she grinned and lifted her head to kiss me over my heart.
“I guess we do, but we need to make a promise not to touch each other in there, or we’ll never get out of this room today,” I half-heartedly joked.
*****
Stepping out into the bright sunlight from the beach accommodation, we saw the others sitting under a little Tiki hut having breakfast. Valerie was wearing a tiny white sundress she’d picked up in town yesterday, and she looked perfect. She finished off her look with flip flops on her dainty feet and left her wild dark hair cascading down her back. Lacing her fingers in mine, we made our way through the sand to where the others were sitting.
“This is so awesome, guys, thank you,” Amber gushed as we reached them.
“You’re welcome, honey. Glad to be able to do this, it’s about time we all had some time out.”
Kayden smiled and pulled Amber into him, kissed her hair then turned to me, “So what do you have up your sleeve for today, Flynn?” he smirked.
“Yesterday’s theme was party, today it’s time to chill out and relax. Time to recharge our batteries before the wedding mayhem takes over,” I answered, turning to look at Valerie who seemed to prefer to stand rather than sit. I smirked at the thought of what we’d done the night before and when my eyes connected with hers she blushed and I knew she knew what I was thinking.
I sat on one of the vacant stools and felt angry with myself that she was uncomfortable because of the pleasure she’d given me. “Come here, babe, I need a hug,” I said, beckoning her to me with my hand. She wandered over and slid her hip between my open legs. I pulled her toward me and took her weight while she sagged against me.
“What do you want to eat, babe?” I asked holding the menu up and mouthing “I’m sorry.” Patting my leg, she mouthed back, “I’m okay,” then answered, “I’ll have the pancakes with blueberries and some green tea, please.”
While we waited for breakfast to arrive, I explained the plan for the day. I’d wanted to take them out on a boat to do some snorkeling, but decided against that after thinking more about it. I was glad I had when I’d seen the reaction from Valerie when Niven suggested taking Liam to the waterpark. What I’d settled for instead was a visit to a private retreat for the day where we’d do some yoga, meditation and learn massage.
The girls were over the moon about the option I gave, and Kayden’s only concern was that he’d embarrass himself by getting a boner if we were all in the same room for the massage. Lee and I jumped on that comment and yanked his chain, which left Kayden coughing and spluttering while he tried to explain that the boner would be at his girl’s touch not because we were all naked under the towels.
We were still laughing when breakfast arrived, and it was great to have fresh food, good friends and the ocean waves lapping quietly at the shoreline so close by. I loved seeing everyone so relaxed, and although there were a few people on the beach, not one of them had approached me for a picture to sign or to heckle me.
The courtesy bus from the retreat came to pick us up, and we headed back from Key West to a little resort outside Marathon. We were greeted by a huge old, wooden-style house covered in lilac wisteria with an arched walkway draped in tiny white jasmine flowers that made it look like something from a magazine. The girls gasped and commented on how beautiful it was, and Valerie immediately took her phone out and snapped pictures of it.
When I was able to name the flowers, they stared in wonder that a rock star would know anything about botany. I never told them the only reason I knew was because the house my ex Iria lived in had the same plants, and I’d commented on how pretty they were the first time she’d taken me home.
The atmosphere in the house was still and quiet; a calming environment and perfect for us. The aroma of mint clung as a sweet smell in the air. The serenity was apparent as soon as we walked through the door and it was most welcome after the months of playing in massive venues at high decibels. The rooms were light with floor to ceiling French doors that were open; the sheer white panels hanging from them blew around largely untamed. Rita immediately took herself outside to wander the grounds and ensure there was no one with a sneaky covert camera out there.
Heng, and his wife, Martina, were the owners and our hosts for the day. The small Chinese man and his tall, plump white American wife looked odd as a couple, but I could feel the love between them and in the way they spoke to each other.
Martina was a gentle soul, with a soft, soothing tone to her voice and when Niamh, Kayden and Lee all declined the yoga we decided just to do the massage part of the day.
Guiding us into changing areas she directed us to get naked and pull on some robes. Once we’d done this, she led us into a bright room devoid of furniture except for six chairs placed in three pairs around a massage table. For the following hour, she discussed median lines and lymphatic drainage and tons of other shit I knew I’d forget. Afterward, she spoke about the many techniques we’d learn to deliver a massage for each tension from stress to tiredness.
A young hot-looking couple entered the room, and at first I thought they were going to massage us. I glanced at Kayde
n and saw he had thought the same. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets as they raked up and down the tall Swedish-looking blonde in the little white tunic and shorts. It turned out the couple massaged each other while we watched. Personally, I thought that was worse because I will admit to a semi hard-on at the slow sensual way the leggy blonde stroked every inch of her partner’s body for our education.
Valerie nudged me and glanced down at my lap shaking her head. She chewed her cheek and stifled a giggle as she bit back a grin at the tented area of my robe. I slowly and casually moved my hand over my groin area and smirked as I raised my eyebrow at her. She let out a small giggle, and all eyes turned to look at us. “Sorry, I’m just a little nervous. I’m not used to being in the audience at this kind of thing,” she said to cover the real reason she was laughing.
My laugh came from my belly, “Yeah, you’re more used to being the performer isn’t that right, babe?” I said not missing the chance to make her more uncomfortable with their attention. Valerie’s jaw dropped, and she gave me a dark what-the-fuck stare. She was mortified at my comeback and slapped my arm hard in her embarrassment while my devilish smirk grew even wider.
Heng smoothed the situation over by recapping some of his wife’s teaching, and then minutes later we were split into couples and directed to separate rooms to try the techniques we’d learned. Valerie quickly peeled off her robe and lay face down on the massage table, stretching a small towel over her butt before I’d had the chance. “I was going to do you, but as you were such a pig in there you can do me,” she said indignantly and turned her head away from me.
“My pleasure, I’m always willing to do you, babe,” I grinned, devilish.
She turned her head to the side and looked at me, “Does everything have to do with sex with you, Flynn?”
“You know me, Val. I have a dick, and I know how to use it. I’m young, energetic, virile—”
“And a shit…you forgot to add that to your list,” she interjected, deadpan. “Come on, let’s see what you’ve learned,” she said. I scooped her hair together and bunched it on the top of her head. Taking the spare ponytail holder she always had on her wrist, I tied her mane out of the way. I bent and kissed her neck for long minutes, licking and nibbling at her neck shoulder and ear lobes. She moaned in delight as goosebumps crimped her skin while she shivered in response to the sensation.
I stepped back and walked to her feet. Uncapping the oil that had been placed in a bowl of hot water and laid at the end of the table, I poured a palm full and rubbed my hands together. It felt thick, slithery, and luxurious. I wandered back to her side and stopped at her hip before I ran my hands up her sides from both hips to her underarms. Another long erotic moan tore from Valerie’s throat and my dick sprang to life again. It was crazy how little she had to do to get that kind of a reaction from me.
Several minutes later, my hands were still roaming all over her body, taking in every nook of her fabulous form. I had repositioned myself nearer to the top of her body as my palms smoothed down from her shoulders to her hips. My heart was on fire, and all it had taken was to touch her like that.
I applied more pressure to distract myself and my massage became more of a deep muscle massage than a sensual one. Valerie moaned and grunted again before she settled her hips and repositioned herself on the bed. Her ass arched toward my hand, and the towel dropped down onto her legs. I poured more warm oil over the firm globes of her beautiful ass and couldn’t resist bending and placing a kiss on each cheek.
“My relaxing massage appears to be turning into foreplay, Flynn,” Valerie murmured in a muffled voice with her face buried in the hole of the table.
“Fuck, babe, I can’t help it. Touching you like this and the thought of what we did last night is turning me into a pervert,” I groaned, honestly.
Valerie didn’t reply, so I straightened up and bent to whisper in her ear, “What we did last night was so fucking hot. Thank you for trusting me. Are you still sore?”
“Apart from the fact I can still feel that butt plug in there even though I know it isn’t, I’m fine. Just don’t expect me to sit down much today. I’m not fucking horseback riding if that was the next surprise,” she answered.
“I’m sorry, babe. I’ve heard it’s uncomfortable at first—”
“At first?” she said as she sat up, but when she turned to sit on her ass, she winced and settled for being on one cheek instead.
“Don’t close down on me now, babe. Last night… I could feel you so hard when you came.”
“We’ll talk about this later,” she said and hopped off the table and closed the conversation down. I had always stopped short of anal play, but I felt as if it was more a barrier to break down than a hard limit for her. It’s the last taboo for most women and the holy grail of sex for some men. If it had been a deal breaker, then I could live without it, and I didn’t want to do it more than I wanted Valerie. It was more that I wanted that with her. Total trust with each other and nothing left unchartered as far as exploring our bodies.
I put my hands up pissed off with myself for being that honest, “No, babe, it’s okay, I get it. You went that far and I’m really grateful you trusted me enough to experiment. I’ll never ask that of you again.”
Valerie tied the robe around her and pulled her hair out from the collar. “No, I meant I don’t want to talk about it here, Flynn. I do want to discuss it, and I’m not mad about it. I’d never do anything I didn’t want to, I just don’t want to have this conversation in a place where my brother is in the next room,” she said, her eyes darting anxiously at the door we’d walked through an hour before.
Pulling her to my chest, I kissed her temple, “I’m sorry, babe, you just drive me wild at times.”
“Obviously, and you’d think the novelty would have worn off by now,” she said, laughing.
“I think you are a lifetime novelty. Being inside you is like riding the biggest roller coaster, the high I get is like nothing else.”
She glanced up at me and smirked, “If you ever compare me to a huge scrap-metal structure again, we’re done, Flynn Docherty.”
Chapter 23
Dare to tread
Valerie
After my massage at the retreat, Flynn tried to engage me in a discussion I wasn’t ready to have. I brushed him off and blamed Kayden for not wanting to engage in his conversation about him using a sex toy the night before. I wasn’t averse to what we’d done, but I had needed some time to come to terms with it. He’d pushed my limits of what I had thought I’d be prepared to do sexually, but I’d surprised myself when I agreed to try the glass butt plug he’d bought for me.
The best way to describe it was it was uncomfortable, but not painful. I think that may have been due more to Flynn’s expert ministrations than anything. I was shocked that I’d crossed an imaginary line I’d previously felt was indecent. It had been a weird and not exactly an unpleasant experience.
When he’d started talking about it in the massage room, I felt shy and oddly embarrassed to have the discussion when he’d brought it up. I’d have far rather been drunk and in a darkened room for that kind of face-to-face. Although I had enjoyed it at the time, I was still coming to terms with the shift from what seemed like a normal sexual experience to something…more. I definitely didn’t want to discuss it somewhere my brother was around.
Once I’d made it clear that there was a time and a place for what he wanted to talk about, Flynn was on his best behavior for the rest of the day. My heart squeezed when I looked at him because I knew he was concerned that he’d exposed himself in one of his fantasies, and there had been a shift in our relationship as a result. It was fine. I was fine. It hadn’t mattered to me that he liked anal play. Previously it had been my hang-up, not his.
Flynn was extremely attentive the whole afternoon, and in the evening and I wondered if this was the new romantic version of him or because he had concerns about earlier in the day. Lee to
ok us to a small bar Rita had found. Entering the candle lit bar we could see it was pretty laid back, but nevertheless, Lee and Kayden obscured the people’s vision of us as Flynn and I made our way to a table in a dark corner.
Flynn had his back to the side of the room, and I could see his profile. I’d have known him anywhere. Luckily it wasn’t me he wanted to avoid. A waiter came over, and I loved the way he tried to pretend he had no idea who Flynn was. He politely took our order. Advising us our drinks would be with us momentarily he made his way back to the bar. I watched to see if he said something to his colleagues, but he just went ahead and entered what we wanted into the register by the counter and started to pull our order together.
Five minutes later, the boys were relaxing with beers, and all the girls had ordered mojitos. It felt good to be out in public without anyone pressing Flynn for attention or interrupting our quality down time. I loved having my brother and his fiancé there as well. Niamh and Lee were viewed as family by then, and I knew it made Flynn happy to know they had each other.
We caught up on the funny stories from the massage session until the food arrived. I can’t describe the feeling I had to be accepted as a normal customer, so what it must have felt like for Flynn I had no idea. The people in the bar couldn’t have cared less that Flynn was there.
*****
An hour later, there was an open mic session, and a kid of around sixteen got up to sing, I’d noticed him having dinner with an older guy and figured it must have been his dad who’d brought him along. Nervously, he approached the front and placed his guitar case down like it was made of china then crouched to open the case. Lifting a shiny red Fender guitar from it, he placed the black leather strap over his head and attached the wires to the rig on the floor. I saw the same vulnerability in him as I’d seen in Martin when he sang for my parents’ friends, and thought of the life he and Adam should have had.
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