‘You’ve done enough today.’ I sigh heavily remembering the chaos that awaits me in the morning, or rather later today.
‘I’m a pretty decent PA,’ he says. ‘Just ask Keir. I’ve taken the day off. Best case scenario, you might have need of a handsome tea boy.’
‘But where would I find one at this hour?’ His chest rumbles against mine. ‘I was so scared,’ I whisper in the dark.
‘I know, babe. But she’s gonna be all right.’
‘But she won’t be here forever and that scares me so much. The number of people I love isn’t large, but the people who love me is smaller still.’
‘Shush.’ He can’t fail to have heard the watery quality of my words as he pulls me closer, his arms holding me tight, his hand splayed on my belly as though to remind me of his promises. ‘You are loved,’ he whispers fiercely.
Tears dampen my pillow as I place my hand over his arm.
‘Flynn Phillips, I love you, too.’
Chapter 29
FLYNN
I am having the best fucking day.
She loves me. Last night, in the darkened room she’d whispered the words, then turned in my arms to press her sincerity against my lips.
The woman I love? She loves me, too.
I woke stupidly early feeling about as happy as a dog with two dicks. Justthathappy. Flat on my back, Chastity lay splayed across my chest, her thigh over mine and her foot pushed between my legs. I wasn’t exactly comfortable, physically at least, though it improved once I’d pushed her mad hair out of my face. I think part of the problem is my morning stubble attracts those golden curls like Velcro.
‘I must look a sight,’ she’d mumbled, stifling a yawn.
‘You look like a ninety-year old penis, babe.’
It might not have been the most sensible response, as far as responses go, but at least it had gotten her attention. She’d pushed up onto her palm, almost crushing my diaphragm in the process.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
I set off laughing and it took me more than a few minutes to compose myself.
‘You’re not much of a morning person, are you, babe?’ I ran my hand down her bare back trying to keep my eyes on hers. A hard task, I can tell you, with those cherry ripe nipples in my face.
‘If you don’t stop dicking around and answer my question,’ she’d said, her warm chocolate eyes shooting me daggers. ‘You won’t be a morning person either.’ As quick as a flash, her hand shot out to grab my dick. ‘I’ll make it sothiswon’t work and wear your balls as earrings.’
‘Though she be but little, she is... feisty!’ I’d bucked up into her hand, the shock of the movement giving me the momentum to roll her onto her back. I’d pinned her hands either side of her head.
‘It’sfierce,’ she corrected with a sexy little growl. I planked over her body, dipping down to brush my lips against hers.And my dick.
‘Same thing, duchess.Yeah, that’s it.Wriggle your hot self a little more while I explain, birthday girl.’
‘Oh, so you do remember,’ she said, squirming harder. ‘And yet you’re still being a horrible arse!’
‘Just saying it as it is. You’re all wrinkly. In a good way.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘From the birthday party from hell to the birthdaywhere my boyfriend tells me I’m looking old. Well, you know what? Your dick is wrinkly.’ She’d stuck out her tongue and I’d laughed again.
‘Babe, it’s not very wrinkly at the minute.’ It was rock fucking hard. ‘Let me start again,’ I said smiling down at her. ‘Happy Birthday, oh gorgeous one. You don’t look a day over twenty-five. You’ve just got pillow creases on your face that I’m finding oddly erotic.’ Or maybe it was the fact that waking up to her this morning was different. Real. Maybe it was more that I’ve been imagining waking up with her every day for the rest of my life, looking forward to that point in the not too distant future where we’d be lying under the covers, squabbling over who was going to get out of bed first to tend to our wailing child.
Her gaze narrowed then she burst out laughing herself, her next breath little more than a sigh as I’d shut her up with a kiss. She’d arched her nakedness against mine and I’d spent the next hour in a blissful kind of exploration, devouring her like the delicacy she is. Finding all those places that made her sighs curl through the air and breath stutter in bursts from her mouth. Then we’d fucked, skin to skin, and it was glorious.
After a soapy and very slippery shower, with a tone much sillier than last night, I’d made coffee, insisting she open my birthday gift. The rest of her gifts could wait but I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to see her reactions. I’m not sure she appreciated the coupons for sex. Or the candy G-string. But she seemed to like the mug I bought her to use at her studio.She laughed, anyway.It had originally read “I love cock” but I’d added the word “Flynn’s” with a little arrow afterlove. You know, just in case anyone around her needed confirmation of that.
