Chapter Eight
Flynn frowned as the house’s front door closed behind the woman who had taken up residence in his heart the moment her eyes met his. He realized as soon as she had left the van that his silence had been interpreted as a negative thing instead of what it really was, him trying to come up with a solution that would work for both of them.
Watching her walk away distracted him for a moment as his libido once again kicked in at the sight of her lush curves. When she entered her house and closed the door, his heart and head suddenly came to agreement on one thing—that things between them were far from over.
Pulling out his phone, he called a friend who was the afternoon/evening DJ on Gina’s favorite radio station and made a special request to be played in twenty minutes. After checking his watch and marking the time, Flynn dictated exactly what he wanted the dedication to be. That brought up the questions Flynn did not want to answer, so he cut the conversation short and hung up.
Starting the engine, he pulled farther into Gina’s driveway, parking only inches behind her car so she could not go anywhere.
Climbing down, he walked to the front door. Taking a chance, he tested the knob, which turned easily under his hand. He eased the door open and stepped inside without calling out as he normally did when he entered Gina’s house. Shutting the door just as quietly, he flipped both the knob lock and the deadbolt to make sure no one else stopped by uninvited.
He stopped to listen and trailed the only sound to be heard in the silent house. It led him to her bedroom. His heart clenched at the vision of Gina curled into a ball in the middle of the new bed she had been so excited about buying. She was so lost in her misery she did not realize he was in the room until he snapped her clock/radio on, confirmed it was on the correct station, and then turned the volume up.
Wiping her eyes, she raised her head and frowned at him. “What are you doing?”
“You walked away,” he said as he toed off his sneakers and crawled onto the bed. “I wasn’t ignoring you. I wasn’t agreeing with you. In fact, you walking away thinking I don’t feel anything for you is the last thing I want.”
He moved across the bed so he lay on his back behind her and then rearranged her so she faced him with her head on his shoulder.
“But you didn’t say anything,” she pointed out.
“Darlin’ I’m a man. I’m a problem solver. And what we have here is a problem that I desperately want to solve but I’m having a hard time because I keep getting distracted.”
“Distracted? By what?”
“You, my sweet Gina. When I see you all I can think about is getting us naked and making long, slow love until we are both completely out of our minds from it. That is one reason, along with my—oh, how did you put it?—my fluid sense of time, why sometimes you don’t hear from me for weeks at a time. But you need to know that no matter what, you are always in my thoughts, even if we don’t talk.”
He stopped and brushed a kiss over the top of her head. What he was saying was the truth, but he knew it was not the answer to their current problem.
Gina did not respond for a long time. “So what now? We’re right back where we started when I gave you my recorder three days ago. I have a fantasy of us being together as a couple, but here we are, you in my bed for an hour or so, and no one knowing I even exist in your life.”
Flynn checked his watch, smiled, then reached over and turned the radio volume up a little louder. A commercial for a local car dealership ended and his friend came on. “I had a call a few minutes ago from my friend, Flynn Smithson, who wanted to make a dedication. Now, I don’t normally do dedications on my show, but he sounded in a bind with his woman so I agreed. So all you ladies out there you might want to make a note that it appears that Flynn Smithson is officially off the market.”
Flynn shifted and rolled so they lay face to face across the bed. He took Gina’s hands in his own and stared deep into her eyes as the DJ continued.
“So, Gina Michaels, wherever you are, Flynn Smithson wants you to know that he’s screwed up and he probably doesn’t have a right to say this, but he loves you and wants to find a way to make things work between you.”
In the next seconds, a new country song started to play.
“Don’t Give Up On Me,” Gina murmured.
Flynn nodded without breaking eye contact. “That’s right. Don’t ever give up on me. I love you, Gina. If you’ll have me, I want to show you just how much I want you in my life.”
Gina took a deep breath as she nodded. “First thing you can do is find a new roommate. One who’s male.”
Flynn nodded. “She’s already looking for an apartment closer to her job.”
“Second thing you can do is make my fantasy a reality,” Gina said with a smile that shot straight to Flynn’s cock.
“Mmmm, think I can do that, too,” he said. “Which part do you want first? Dancing in the kitchen while dinner burns, making out in the living room, or long, slow loving in the bedroom?”
Gina took a deep breath and moved closer with a smile. “All of them, eventually, but maybe not in the order I dictated them.”
“Sounds like a good thought to me.” Flynn said as he raised up over her and proceeded to show her with actions the loving that he had such a hard time saying. “Maybe someday soon, I’ll do the dictating and you can make my fantasy come true.”
The End
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