Chapter 20: Chelsea

I sat on my couch in my Paris apartment and stared at a blank television screen. I’d ordered myself some food from up the road and was patiently waiting for it to arrive while procrastinating altering the styles in all the ways my boss wanted me to. I wanted to bring a little bit of country chic to the streets of Paris ever since I’d gone home, so I plotted some fantastic designs that I thought would be absolutely beautiful in the store and on the runway. He didn’t seem the least bit impressed, mumbling shit about where my other designs were, but when he got to take a look at a few of them, he ended up jotting down some notes. He told me to make some of these changes and change up the colors a bit, then come back and talk to him.

Then he told me that if I didn’t want to wear my own designs, to not create them. I told him I would wear all the shit I drew any day of the week, and I guess he sort of took that as a challenge. He told me to make the edits and come back in, and we would make a few of the outfits to put on me.

Great.

I stared at the television before taking in all the red ink on my paper, and I realized that by the time I made all these changes the entire purpose of the outfits would be gone. I sighed and leaned back into the couch. Why the fuck did I have to bring this shit back with me to Paris!? I should’ve just cut shit off with Flynn at the airport when he kissed me and fucking came back a rejuvenated and healed woman ready to get to work on my own fashion show.

Now, I looked like a bumbling idiot who’d lost the whole of her memory in a fucking horse accident.

The thunderous knock roared out into my apartment, and I thanked my stars that food was here. Food always helped me to become creative, and maybe eating from that wonderful place down the street would help to get my creative juices flowing.

After all, a little butter on a steaming hot croissant never hurt anyone anyway.

I threw the door open and started rummaging around in my pocket for the money for the delivery man, but when I looked up, I dropped all the money I had in my hand to the floor.

It wasn’t the fucking delivery man.

It was Flynn.

He was standing there with my food in his hand, and when he held up the bag, I slowly stepped off to the side. He walked into my apartment with a suitcase in one hand and my food in the other, but when I shut the door, I felt his hands on my hips. I whipped around and felt his lips crash onto mine, and the only thing I could do was run my fingers through his hair. Never in my life did I ever think Flynn would ever leave the state of Oklahoma, much less find himself in Paris, but the moment his lips descended onto mine I knew exactly why I’d kissed him in that airport and left with things in the air.

Because I loved him, and I wanted any part of him I could get.

“You are the only one for me, Chelsea,” he rumbled into my lips. I pulled back and set my feet back onto the ground, and when my eyes focused back onto his face, he continued.

“I don’t want anyone but you. Ever. And no matter what I have to do, where I have to go, or what I have to give up, I’ll do it. Chelsea, I’ll never keep you from your dream, but I can’t stay away from you any longer. I already lost you once because of that damn horse accident, and I’m not willing to lose you again.”

“Wh-... but-... I-... Flynn! You’re in Paris! I didn’t even know you had a passport!”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, woman,” he smirked. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, and he pulled me to his strong, broad chest, and the only thing I could do was smile and sigh deep into his body.

“What in the hell are you gonna do in Paris, Flynn?” I whispered.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“And what about your animals!?” I breathed.

“One call to my ranch hand, and it’s taken care of. Chelsea, don’t worry about me. I will find something to do. But, I can’t be apart from you. Not any longer. Not after this past month. Not after everything that happened. Everything we felt. Everything we admitted.”

I felt my body beginning to tremble into his, and he swooped me off my feet without a second thought. He panned me around and found my bedroom door hanging open, and before I could even suggest the thought of food, I was being lowered onto my bed. The darkness of my apartment played well upon his sharp features, and the moment Flynn began to unbutton his shirt I scrambled to my knees and planted my hands onto his rippling muscles.

His shirt dropped to the floor, and I leaned in to kiss his chest, and I could feel how hot his body was heating. He crawled onto the bed and knelt down in front of me, and his fingertips played at the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms and shivered in anticipation at what was to come, and when he reached around and freed my breasts from the confines of my bra, he latched his lips directly onto one of my swollen nipples as we both sunk into the bed.

His mouth felt so good against my body, and his skin melted perfectly into mine, and when his lips trailed further and further down, I knew I was about to meet my demise. His hands made quick work of getting me out of my jean shorts, and he groaned when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Such a naughty woman,” he murmured.

He dipped between my legs and flung them over his shoulders, and when his tongue jutted out, he lapped a thick stripe up my slit that shook my body to its core. My hands gripped the sheets beside me as my bare body shook for Flynn, and when his tongue dipped itself into my core, I couldn’t help but call out into the room.

“God, Flynn. Yes. Please. Like that. Right there.”

I rolled my hips into his tongue, begging it to be in one specific place, but all he did was dance around it. My legs trembled and my back arched, and at one point in time, I started banging my fists in frustration on the bed.

“Damn it, Flynn, come on,” I whined.

But all he did was chuckle into my pussy.

I dug my heels into his back and rocked my hips into his face. His stubble massaged me in all the right places, and his hands kept holding my hips to the floor. My swollen clit was throbbing with desperation, and his tongue kept skirting the outside of its folds, and when tears finally rose to my eyes, he had mercy on my soul.

“Oh, Flynn. Yes,” I choked out.

Tears ricocheted down the sides of my cheeks as his tongue flattened out on my clit, and that was all it took. My body threw itself over the edge while his tongue flicked and sucked at my pulsing nub, and when my back arched and my walls fluttered with my first orgasm, Flynn buried his face into my pussy and chased my second. His tongue drank up everything I had to offer and by clit bobbed and weaved under his assault, and when my body fell off the edge for my second orgasm, he pulled back and watched me writhe on top of my sheets in my bedroom in the middle of Paris.

He stood up and got himself out of his pants, and when he sat up against the headboard, he reached over and slowly pulled me into his lap. My body was limp against his, and I could feel his thick dick pressed against my thigh, but when I slid myself forward and teased him with my dripping wet entrance, he popped right into me without a second thought.

“Shit,” he bit. His teeth grazed the pulse point on my neck, and my hands flew into his thick head of hair, and when his sinewy arms wrapped me in their tight, protective hold, I slowly began to rock back and forth in his lap. His dick filled me in a way no other man had when I was younger, and it reminded me of why I’d never tried to find anyone who could fill me the way he could since them. He pressed up against all the right places and stretched me in ways I never thought possible, and when his hands dropped to my ass to help me roll into him, I bit down into the meat of his shoulder and heard him growl in my ear.

“Holy fuck, Chelsea. You feel so good.”

“I love you, Flynn,” I breathed into his skin.

Before I knew it, I was rolled over onto my back. I was sprawled out on my bed, and my arms were clinging onto the meat of Flynn’s back, and when his eyes hooked onto mine, I swore I could see a glimmer of a tear brewing right behind them.

“And I love you, too, Chelsea. So fucking much.”

He rolled his hips into mine, and I locked my legs around his calves. I kept my eyes hooked onto his until he dipped his face into the crook of my neck, and I knew the moment he picked up his pace that I was done for. His hips slammed into mine, and his dick continuously filled me to the brim, and when his balls began to smack against the crack of my ass, I laid my teeth into his neck.

I moaned, and I whimpered into his skin as his dick grew thicker inside of me, and when I felt myself on the brink of bursting Flynn reared up and threw my legs over his shoulders.

“Oh, fuck! Flynn. Yes! Right there! Holy… Shit!”

My back arched and my fingernails dug into his thighs, and my pussy began to clench down onto Flynn and milk him for all he was worth. My body shook in his wake while his hips continued their endless assault, and when he finally plowed one last time into my body and stilled himself, I could feel him pumping his essence deep into the pits of my body. I shook with each throb his dick pulsed as I heaved to catch my breath, and when Flynn’s body dropped down onto mine, I wrapped my arms and legs around him to get him as close as I could get him.

“Don’t leave,” I whispered. “Please, don’t leave.”

“I had no intention of doing anything of the sort,” Flynn panted into my ear.

“I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me, please.”

Tears crested my eyes, and I cried lightly into the crook of his neck, and when I felt him slowly slide out of me, our juices soaked up into the sheets underneath my body. He pulled me close to him, cradling me in his arms, and when he finally got my comforter up and over our bodies, my crying had already stopped.

“You don’t have to do anything but be the wonderful woman I fell in love with,” he whispered.

And my eyes fluttered shut as the warmth and protection of his body lulled me off to sleep.