Chris’s face twisted into a horrible scowl. “My new employer has an apartment for people moving to the city from out of town.”
Flynn growled. “Great. Make sure you have the money to travel because you’ll be in court.”
“You can’t prove shit.” He shifted from foot to foot and stared at the house.
“Did you think you could do whatever you wanted to me and I would eat it? Did you?” Flynn’s voice was loud enough to qualify as shouting.
Chris ducked his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, sucking his lips into his mouth.
“Fuck you!”
The neighbor across the street, an older man in a fishing hat with stooped shoulders, opened his door and shuffled out onto the porch to watch avidly, as if this was the best television show he’d ever seen.
“That is enough. Come on.” I turned to lead Flynn to his seat.
“How are you enjoying that eye?”
For a second, I froze, but then I spun back around to stare down Chris.
Jury stepping between us with his hands out to me was the only thing that saved the asshole ex from getting his face smashed against the hood of his car. “He wants you to do the wrong thing.”
“You deserve whatever River can make stick to your sorry ass.” I flipped Chris off over Jury’s shoulder.
With Jury standing there, my only choice was to get into the Lexus, and Dad moved his car to let me leave first. I thought maybe Dad wanted to make sure I actually went home and didn’t circle around to come back and hand out the ass-beating this guy deserved. Flynn was so furious he didn’t say a word, and I wondered if he would’ve told me to stop if I had done just that.
When we got back to the house, everyone was subdued, and Dad and Papa went off to some party Papa said they couldn’t miss or he’d be “ruined forever” in New Gothenburg. I dragged Flynn back to my bedroom. I wanted about five more hours of sleep. I closed the blinds to make us a cozy, sleepy cave. We were quiet while we undressed to our underwear, and when we lay down together, I drew him close and snuggled him. He let out a happy little moan and rubbed his stubbled cheek against my neck. We napped that way for a while.
The house was tomb quiet later when my eyes opened, and I could barely believe it when I fumbled my phone off the nightstand and it was after three o’clock in the afternoon. Flynn had slid down and had his head nestled on my chest, and for a long while I held him because I didn’t have anywhere I needed to be. I stressed about the message I’d gotten yesterday when we were in the waiting room at River’s office, informing me that Imustbe present at a meeting on Monday with Alfie Warren, the president of New Gothenburg State, which included the law school.
Anxiety twisted my stomach into a ball of knots. I wanted to tell Flynn what was going on, but he had enough of his own problems. Besides, there weren’t a lot of choices as to how it might go. I was either getting a serious punishment or kicked out. I couldn’t decide exactly what they might do to me, so after a while I ignored the problem in favor of the man in my arms. I cupped a hand to the back of his head and scratched my fingers along his scalp, and then, leaning forward, I kissed his forehead.
The one thing Flynn needed right now was cash, and while we could probably ask my parents for a loan to get set up somewhere else, I hated that idea. It would be nice to be able to help him all on my own. I wanted to give him the world.
Time dragged on, but I was too comfortable to move. Flynn frowned in his sleep, and I curled forward to drop a kiss on his lips. After a while he rolled more toward me, and I grinned as his hard-on pressed against my thigh. I let him nudge me with a lazy, sleepy hip roll until his breath came faster and his eyelids cracked open, and once he was staring at me with his deep brown eyes, I attacked his mouth and rolled him onto his back. Moaning, he wrapped his legs around me, and I slid down the bed—he’d had a shitty morning and I wanted to make up for it. I tugged his boxers down and out of my way, all while sealing my lips around the head of his cock.
In the past, sucking dick had been mostly transactional—I’d do the guy I’m with, so he’d do me—but with Flynn I savored every little moan and gasp I teased from his body. His shaking thighs made me linger on circling my tongue around his cockhead, and his begging little thrusts made me choke to get him farther down my throat. His hands in my hair were the encouragement I needed to play with his balls and slide a finger down to tap at his hole.
I love it.
When I got a big drop of precum on my tongue I hummed, and his breath exploded out of him in shallow pants. I had no idea how long I’d teased him. He spurted once, a preview to the explosion, and then my mouth filled with a strong gush of his cum. I swallowed him all down. I kept going until he whined under his breath, and when I popped off him, he whimpered.
“How was it?” I murmured.
“Yes. I mean good,” he said, and his throat was croaky as if it had been him working a dick, not me.
Chuckling, I slid up the bed. I was hard as fuck, but there was something about the way he held himself that made me hesitate to do anything else. He needed me right now, and my wood could wait. I dragged him into a hug, and he sighed and buried his face against my neck.
“That was a preview of tonight when I take you to Triple X.”
He huffed out a warm breath against my skin. “Should we still do that?”
“Yes. You’re in a terrible mood and it will help.”
“It will?”
Grinning, I nodded. “Trust me, it will.”
A knock on the door made me scramble to drag the quilt over us, and as soon as no one could walk in and see Flynn naked, I called out, “Yes?”
