by Wyatt, Dani
His girl wore miniature white roses tucked in her hair. She’d left it long but pulled back in the front in some wonderful, girly way that pulled the hair from her face and gathered it like a sprite’s crown around her head.
When she’d walked down the isle, with her natural beauty shining and her little toes peeking out with each step, he’d almost passed right out.
“Ready.” Lilly answered.
Flynn pushed his hip into the door, a brilliant smile cresting his lips as he brought Lilly around to see.
Her face turned to childlike wonder as a warm brilliance and the scent of white roses and lily’s engulfed them. Flynn let the door latch behind.
“OH my god!” Her arms tugged around Flynn’s neck, and she kicked her feet in little jerks.
“You like?” He set her down like the most precious china doll, letting the tips of her toes touch first, then finally letting her rest on her own feet, but his hands snaked around her waist, unwilling to break their connection completely.
“You are absolutely crazy! How— ”
Flynn couldn’t wait, capturing the rest of her words with his lips. Lilly spun and pressed herself against him, and Flynn felt the surge of possessive power she brought out in him rush through every nerve and pump of blood in his body.
Inside, the suite glowed with ivory softness — every wall draped with gauzy white fabric. On every surface and path-free spot, the room glowed with hundreds of white candles flickering gently, and the floor was carpeted in pale, creamy flower petals.
In the center of what had been the suite’s mammoth living room, now only a mattress lay centered on the floor. It was covered in the softest, pure white sheets and pillows, surrounded by a circle of candles and a scattering of white roses, just like on the night in the boathouse when Flynn took Lilly for the very first time.
He let her lips go under duress; he wanted to see her eyes as much as feel her body.
“It’s another first, Mrs. Dunleavy. I wanted you to know how every first with you is as precious as the last.” Flynn twirled a long curl in his fingers, lifting it to his face to breathe her in.
“For such a tough guy, you are the most romantic man on the planet.”
“Only because of you, babe.”
Flynn couldn’t ignore the battle cry from below any longer. It was time to consummate this legal coupling with the spiritual one, and his dick was in full battle dress and at the ready.
His fingers found the two, tiny buttons at the base of her neck. He worked them open, listening to her breathing and the rushing blood in his ears.
Flynn’s fingertips gathered up the fabric, starting at her waist and slowly working it upward until she raised her arms with a smile and let him free her body from the off-white, soft linen and lace.
Lilly then gave him the most precious gift he’d ever received. She slowly let the last of her clothing fall to the floor as he watched with the sun gleaming through the white fabric that covered the windows, outlining her glorious form.
“I’m yours. All of me. I give myself to you in every way. You own me, and that is a privilege.”
Lilly slowly lowered to her knees, bowed her head slightly and raised her hands.
It took a force of will unlike Flynn had ever used to not tear the walls down with his happiness. Instead, he took her hands in his, gently pulling her up and into his chest.
“You, Mrs. Dunleavy, are going to be the death of me.”
Lilly smiled and Flynn saw a flicker of her inner, little impish girl as she pulled her lips to the side.
“What?” He could see she had something else to say.
She guided his hands down with hers, pressing them warm and flat onto the soft curve of her belly, then bit down on the corner of her lip with another of her killer sprite-like smiles.
“I’m pregnant. I did the test this morning. But, I wanted to save it for now. I wanted it to be my gift to you.”
There was no reaction time, no thought process. In a split second, he had her up and wrapped around him, his mouth on hers as he felt the warm stream of tears on his cheeks.
How could a fuck like him have turned into this? She rewrote his life, a chapter at a time, and he couldn’t imagine what was to come from here.
He made love to her, his mind spinning and swirling, desperate to be bound to her in every way and for every moment until he closed his eyes for the last time.
He fought his own demon, the one that always screams to take her like a rutting boar. He knew his girl. On this day, she would want him to take her slow as he did their first night. He wanted to see her face, watch her cum, as he kept the pace slow, stroking her deep until he felt the rush and heard the glory of her noises.
But, his little fire doll pulled his face to hers and whispered in his ear.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
Flynn let out a laugh, then spun her over and for the next twenty-four hours, he gave her the answer to that question.
It was exactly the wedding night they wanted. There were no more clothes, only pleasure and laughter and gratitude until they boarded the plane and spent the next two weeks fucking their way across the Irish countryside.
Flynn made sure they visited Adare, not because he wanted to necessarily meet the fuck that raised her, which, they did. Instead, Flynn took a little, private, side trip, leaving Lilly sleeping in a beautiful country estate he’d rented for a couple of nights.
He snuck out, found that fuck of an uncle and made sure both his dick and his mouth would never work the same way again. Flynn was back before sunrise, his girl none the wiser, but his soul as clean as when he’d left. Some wrongs must be righted and Flynn slept without guilt, the blood on his hands an honor.
Flynn nested his lips at his favorite spot, kissing that little mole that rested at the curve of her nape, and listened to the sweet sound of her half-sleep hum.
“Hey, babe.”
“Hey.”
His hands were already wandering. She’d learned quickly, when they were together alone, there would be no clothes. Flynn strummed lightly over her belly, the knowledge of what they’d made inside of her still spinning his head, fueling him with the most intense, predatory instinct.
He wasn’t sure why he'd waited, but now was the time. He set the little, green, leather box in front of her freckled nose on the pillow.
“What?” Lilly’s voice was a half-giggle as she reached for the gift.
“It’s our one week anniversary,” Flynn said as his hand cupped the weight of her, his thumb waving back and forth over her rising peak.
“God, you are worse than any girl.”
“Whatever. Just open it.”
Because, I need to get that on you, then we’re going to get on with some other adult activities.
The hinge on the little box gave a tiny squeal.
“Oh my god.” Lilly wiggled to sit up, completely naked and without one hint of shame.
His girl had learned her value and her beauty, and it made her even more stunning.
“Come here. I need to lock it on you.”
Flynn took the platinum chain from the box, watching Lilly’s eyes follow. The emerald mounted in the heart-shaped, locking pendant was the exact color of her eyes.
Her fingers trembled as they touched the heart as it settled at the base of her throat. Flynn pressed his fingers together on the heart until the little padlock clicked shut.
“God, it’s so beautiful. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“No, look in the mirror. That’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.”
The tiny key that unlocked the pendant fell out of the box and onto the white sheets as Flynn pushed his beauty back on the pillows and took his place between her legs.
He didn’t care to ever unlock it anyway. So, by the time they’d made their way down the dirt road toward their next stop, that little key was long forgotten, and Lilly never did ask how the locket would ever come off, exactly as he’
d hoped.
He loved all of her, as they drove in the quiet hills. He loved her voice, her questions, the childlike wonder, her insecurity, her fire and her magnifient intelligence. After a long silence, Flynn heard the sound of that little breath she took right before she spoke.
“I have a question.”
It was so cute when she would do that, then wait for his reply before asking whatever it was.
“Ask away, babe.”
“Sometimes I wonder, I mean, you take such pleasure in my pleasure. So much more than your own sometimes. Making me come over and over. I was just thinking, what do you get out of that?”
He couldn’t help the smile that came. She’d become so free, so clear, and understood that the sex between them was so much more than just an act to be completed. It was a part of them, together, and her thirst for knowledge truly gave him a swell of pride.
“Well, it is probably the most beautiful thing I will ever see. So, it’s about admiring you and seeing that moment where you are beyond beautiful. You touch the sky and outshine the stars.”
He looked over and took her hand, seeing in her eyes that she truly wanted the answer, and she knew there was more.
“It’s something I can give you. It’s also a power. A magic. That’s how it feels for me. Something that tells me you are mine and I am yours. That moment is the closest thing to perfection I will ever experience. In that moment, I know I’ve made you happy, that nothing else possesses your thoughts but that pleasure… and it’s from me. Do you understand? It’s a moment so perfect, all the other moments in my life are jealous. Everything makes sense at that moment and nothing else matters.”
Her smile grew, and she squeezed his fingers.
“I could use a little of that magic right now.”
His little sprite had gone from a reserved virgin to a shameless imp, and he couldn’t be happier.
“Don’t need to tell me twice.”
Flynn managed to get the car off the dirt road before his fingers found her slick warmth.
“I love you.” Flynn whispered as he gave her what she needed.
Flynn made sure her only answer was the sweet sound of her bliss and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the stars as she outshined them all.
Epilogue
There are days when I’m still not sure how I got here.
Listening to the chatter all around, there are moments when I feel outside of myself. Like I must be living someone else’s life. How could a fuck like me end up here?
It’s our second Christmas eve in this house. It was a mess when we bought it. All crumbling stone and drooping ceilings. But, this is what my girl wanted. This stone house set on a hill over-looking the sixty some acres of pasture.
I bought her two mules for her birthday last year. She told so many stories about the two mules she would visit on her way to and from school when he was young. She named them Axl and Rose. Funny girl.
She’s in the kitchen now, prancing around with little Mac on one hip and another one of our brood in her swelling belly. She is more stunning everyday and I still have no idea how a fuck like me got so lucky.
The living room is full. Roger is here. And the new owner of the gym, Reggie. Cameron and Victoria have become true friends. Mac is still hanging in there and so is Abigail. Topher comes around now and then. But, he’s still entrenched in his world, and he gives us the respect to try to keep himself at a safe distance. Gideon is on his way here too. Busy running the business end of SPIN and trying to keep the family on the right side of things.
And, Ana. She’d still around, got her eye on Gideon. She makes my baby laugh, so she’s welcome anytime. Watching my brother squirm when she sinks her claws into him makes me laugh, so she’s all good in my book.
Oh, yeah, well after we got back from Ireland, a lot of shit had happened.
Apparently, Cameron’s trainer Reggie bought out Topher’s claim on Southside. After that, they poured a shit ton of money into the place and I stayed right there training with Roger. He and I have some kind of strange magic, and he’s brought me to a place where I’m at the top of my fighting game.
Two title fights this last year, both ended first round with my fist up high. I still suck at defense. But, I win, so Roger has laid off the griping a bit.
Colin was on a trip after all. His body turned up inside a brothel near Dakar. There was a short investigation, but the brothel housed very young girls, and there was no push from our side to dig any deeper into what happened.
Anyway, my girl is waiting. She’s got my ass on lock down most of the time. But, I still turn her ass up now and then. After all, she is my little fire-doll and she’s got a mouth I love, but it still gets her what she needs sometimes.
I leave for Vegas next week. I have another big fight, New Year’s Eve big shit, top billing. Got a couple sponsorships and we don’t want for anything.
Not that Lilly cares about the money. She says she lives in the moments of our life and money holds no sway for my girl. She still runs the show at SPIN on the tech side. She works from home a lot. She’s the most beautiful mother I’ve ever seen. How she juggles it all with a smile is magic to me.
Alright, I’m getting the stink eye now. She’s so beautiful, I’m going to go wrangle her away from Mac Jr. and hopefully get her sweet ass out of the kitchen before dinner for a little quick bent over playtime. Nothing’s changed there, my dick can’t get enough, but my babygirl takes all I can give and begs me for more.
Life doesn’t get any better.
Or maybe it does, I’ll have to see. A fuck like me, can’t believe it.
I’ve got a surprise for her tomorrow I have to go check on too. Turned the loft in the barn into our own boathouse secret world. Complete with a floor full of roses. Only, this time in the center of the bed, there’s a little box. Can’t wait to show her when she wakes up in the morning.
Oh, one more thing. I never wonder anymore whether or not I want to live. It’s all I want to do and it’s all because of her.
Thank you for reading
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