It was the best he could hope for, really. A life worth living. Brothers, an amazing girlfriend, and even her dad. More than a foster kid expected to earn in his lifetime, that much was for certain.
“You’re deep in thought again.”
Smiling, he winked at her. “Just daydreaming. If I get this job, we can get a place together in a few months.”
Smiling, she responded, “That would be pretty perfect.”
“You don’t think I’m too young for you?”
“Young?” She frowned. “I’m only twenty-two.”
“About to be twenty-three, and I’m still only twenty-one.” He was teasing her, but he figured he had the right. They were going to spend forever together, of that much he was positive. He’d found his forever family in Bristowe Hill.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Well, yeah, but you love me anyway.”
Sighing, she threw her fork down and got up, straddling him. “You love me too.”
“M-hm.” Pushing her shirt up, he exposed her bra. “Sure do, doll.”
With enthusiasm, Bristowe arched her back to bring her breasts closer to his face. Answering her unspoken request, Flynn jerked the cups down to expose her tits to his gaze. Licking his lips, he took one nipple into his mouth as she tunneled her fingers into his shorter hair. She moaned, and he forgot about all his worries. All he needed to focus on, ever, was his luck in finding the perfect woman for him.
“So gorgeous.” Flicking her nipples, he watched her eyes slip closed as her skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink. “My little fuck doll.”
As if to prove her nickname, she ground her hips against him, bringing them closer together. His dick rose to attention, and she moaned again. Moving faster, she rocked over him as she panted.
“God damn, baby. Take those shorts off so I can fuck you properly.”
Swiftly, Bristowe stood and shoved her clothes off. Flynn only got as far as taking off his shirt before she straddled him again, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. The second she sank down over him, he groaned loudly into her neck.
“Never get enough,” he managed to say between gritted teeth.
She hummed, throwing her head back so her hair trailed down to his lap. He grabbed her tits, massaging her nipples as she rode him faster and faster.
“Mm, god!” she shouted.
“So close, love. I can feel it.”
“Yes, so close,” she repeated.
“Squeeze my cock, doll. Make me come inside you.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted.
He felt the way she clamped down on him, knew she was about to lose it, and took the opportunity to use his thumb on her clit. She shouted, trembling in his arms and collapsing over him. He took over, gripping her hips as he pumped inside her fast and deep. Over and over, she called his name until she was crying out nothing but gibberish.
“Fuck, that’s it, doll. So tight.”
When he came inside her, he held her so fiercely close he feared he would snap her bones. All his love and admiration welled up and threatened to spill tears down his cheeks.
“Flynn.” Bristowe kissed his jaw, nuzzling against him. “Baby, it’s okay.”
“Christ, I’m such a child.” He sniffed, blinking rapidly.
“No, you’re not.”
“I just can’t believe how much I love you.”
