He sucks in a breath. “I believe you.”
“I’m glad about one thing.”
“What?”
“That even though you thought it was your fault, you held onto the thing that gave you joy. You didn’t give up your dream for him.”
“If I had, we’d still be together. I’d still be sacrificing everything for him, while still feeling like I’m not enough.”
“Youareenough, exactly as you are.”
His chin trembles. Tears drip down his cheeks. “Am I?”
I kiss the tears off his cheeks and give him a long, slow, salty kiss. “More than enough.” I turn him, pressing him against the wall so I can kiss him harder. “I hate how Billy treated you.”
Flynn sniffs. “Why did it take me so long to realise what he was doing?”
“Because you loved him. Plus, he turned on the charm to manipulate you and your feelings, while playing the role of the perfect boyfriend and husband in front of other people. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to see through him. I’m sorry I acted like a brat and ran away.”
Flynn clings to me. “None of this is your fault. I’m free of him now, and I refuse to take responsibility for his emotions anymore. I refuse to put his feelings before my own ever again.” He hooks his hand around my nape and pulls me to him for an eager kiss.
I melt into his embrace and kiss him passionately, years of repressed desire bubbling inside me.
“I want you, and I don’t just mean as friends who fuck. I want to see what we can become.” He creases his brows as fear dances in his eyes. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes. So, so much.” I crash my lips to his again and press my body against him. My desire for him is so intense, I’m burning up inside. “Do you want to?—?”
“Go upstairs?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yes.”
We trip over each other in our rush, stumbling up the stairs as we keep trading kisses. I swear it takes six times as long to get up the stairs as it should, not that I care. The bedroom door has barely clicked shut before we’re kissing and taking each other’s clothes off. We’re already naked when I remember to put my do not disturb sign on the door. Then we tumble onto thebed, a mess of desperate kisses, tangled legs, and roving hands.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” My words come out between heavy pants.
“No.”
We fuse our lips again, tongues slipping, sliding, and tangling, as we grind our cocks together. I don’t want to come like this. I want to come inside him. But first, I want to taste him and treat him like I’m pretty sure my brother never has.
“Let me tongue your arse, baby.”
“I want to do something for you. Let me suck your cock?”
I smirk. “We can do both.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Both?”
“Let me guess, you’ve never sixty-nined?”
He shakes his head.
“Let me educate you. You suck my cock, I tongue your arse. We both get so turned on that we lose our minds. Or I could suck your cock, if you prefer?”
His pupils shrink to pinpoints, and his jaw becomes slack. “I?—”
I swear, if this were a cartoon or an anime, there would be explosions going off around him to illustrate how much I’d blown his mind.
