Page 19 of Towering Contract
“I bet yours is better,” he says, and I snort a laugh. “No. I know why you’re being shy all of a sudden, and I want you to see that you have nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, we’ve got more in common than you know.”
I’m not sure what he means until he slowly turns around, giving me his back. At the sight of the long thin scars across his back, my breath catches.
“What the hell happened to you?” I run my finger across one. Unlike me, Flynn doesn’t flinch at my touch but instead leans into it.
“My father.” My eyes fill with tears, and as if Flynn can sense it, he turns to face me. “Don’t cry.” He shakes his head and cups my cheek.
“I had no idea.” Holy shit. I was nice to that asshole. Kinda.
“I didn’t show you them to make you cry.” He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip. “Do they change how you see me?”
“No!” I gasp.
“You will always be beautiful and sexy, and nothing will ever change that, Zelly. You were my girl, and now you’re my woman. Scars and all.”
“Flynn.” His confession doesn’t help with my watering eyes. I think I always knew I was his whether he made it known or not. I hated him, and yet I still couldn’t bring myself to move on. It was too late to give my heart to someone else.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted. The only person I’lleverhave.” My lips part in surprise. “What? I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. You think there was ever another?”
“It’s been years.”
“And I told you. I was giving you time. You weren’t waiting alone. I promise you that.”
“Marry me,” I blurt out, and his eyes widen before a smile lights up his whole face. He looks younger, and it reminds me of when he was a teenager.
“That’s my line.” He leans down, taking my mouth in a hard kiss. “Let me see the rest of my future wife.” Flynn takes a step back to get a full view of me taking off my shirt.
I pull it off before letting the thin bra I’m wearing drop to the floor with it. We both stand there for a few long seconds, and I’m the first to speak. “Are you just gonna stare?”
“Don’t start with me.”
“Hey, I’m the naked one here.” I peek down at the hard outline of his cock, dying to know what he looks like. Flynn is twice my size, and I can tell all parts of him match. “It’s hard,” I stupidly point out.
“All you have to do is breathe and it's hard. Now you’re fucking naked in our bathroom. Yeah, I’m fucking hard.” Did he sayourbathroom?
“I just thought, I don’t know.” I shrug. “You came on me?”
“I did.”
“Oh, I thought men go down after.”
Flynn strips his pants off, shaking his head. “It’s not going down.” He wraps his hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes. “At least not until I’ve fucked you a few times.”
“Flynn, don’t be crude.”
“I’m going to be more than crude, beautiful.” He pulls me into the shower with him and under the warm water. “I don’t want to wash my cum off you, but I guess I can put more back on.”
Did he really say that? God, he’s so crass, yet it turns me on.
Flynn’s big hand cups my breast, and his thumb teases my nipple. Reaching down between us, I boldly grab his cock, and I’m rewarded with a groan before his head falls back. I slowly work my hand up and down his cock the same way he had. Except my hand can’t wrap around him as well. It’s so hard and tight, yet his skin is velvety soft. My sex clenches thinking about it inside of me.
“I don’t think it will fit,” I whisper.
“It will fit.” I grip his cock tighter, and it jerks in my hand.
“Can I...ah...” I bite my bottom lip, and Flynn's eyes open.
“What?”