HAVING FLYNN SING “Devour” to me, for the second time in my life, was a moment I would remember forever. The first time he sung the song and looked into my eyes while he did it, I was seventeen years old and star-struck. Now I was twenty-three and so crazy in love it made me dizzy. The beauty of the heartfelt lyrics and the way he looked into my eyes as he sang opened my heart so wide it was staggering. The fact he’d chosen my favorite song, the one that had captured me from the moment I heard the first chords of the gentle guitar, just made the moment so much better.
The icing on the cake was Flynn, lying on top of me, telling me he loved me more than life itself. Running my hands up his arms, I pushed my fingers through his hair and brought his lips down to mine for a kiss.
We were wild for each other, but the kiss was gentle and sweet; a promise of things to come; an understanding of what it was we had together.
Spreading my legs wide beneath him, I wrapped them around his waist and squeezed. His answering groan made my sex gush, and I gently nipped at his lips as I arched against him. “Come inside me, baby.”
Keeping himself aloft with one hand, he used the other to guide himself home. We both let out cries of pleasure as he started slowly sliding in, inch by amazing inch. The process was much slower than usual because Flynn wasn’t propelling himself forward, instead choosing to let my body do the work of pulling him in. It was delicate, carnal and perfect all at the same time.
We stared into each other’s eyes as he sank in to the root, my sex trembling around his as I accepted all of him.
Eyes wide with wonder, he smiled at me. “This? Right here? We’re making love. Baby… you’re the only woman I’ll ever touch as long as I live. There will only be you, Tessa. Just you.”
Tears spilled silently down my face as I took in his words and felt his commitment to us at a cellular level.
Squeezing his shoulders, I stared into his eyes through the haze of my tears. “Everything, Flynn, every part of me, belongs to you, right down to the smallest particle in my body. I love you so much baby.”
His cock twitched inside of me when I spoke, his breath coming faster as he began to gently thrust in and out.
“I want every part of you, Tessa, and I want you to have every part of me, too. Take it, it’s all yours. There is nothing I wouldn’t do, nothing I wouldn’t give, to show you you’re my life.”
I was on fire for him, could see he was just as on fire for me, but our rhythm didn’t change. Slow and deep, he filled me gently as we rocked together, drawing out the moment because we wanted to make it last.
The room was filled with the gentle sound of our lovemaking. A breath shared, a whispered promise of forever, our bodies pledging themselves to each other. Neither of us wanted the moment to end, holding ourselves back from the precipice by sheer will alone. I shivered underneath him as his chest rubbed against my sensitive breasts, his pelvic bone rocking up against me pushing me toward the end.
Pushing his hair back off his face, I cupped his cheeks in my hands. “I’m going to come and I want you to come with me. Fill me, mark me… devour me…”
“Oh God, babe… I love you, I love you!”
I exploded beneath him with a silent scream, my body convulsing as I lost myself in the tidal wave that was Flynn. I felt his body seize up as he began filling me with his cum, and I held on for dear life as his cock twitched deep inside of me. Our gazes remained locked as he shivered and shook over me, the connection between us cemented in a way that would be impossible to explain to anyone else, but we both understood and would remember for the rest of our lives.
The following days passed quickly. I’d called Jess at the first available opportunity the next day and thanked her profusely for setting me straight and saving me from a future filled with cats and tea cozies.
“I know, I know, I’m fucking amazing. Wonderful, psychic, life saving, and most important of all my titles, I’m your best friend. And since part of a best friend’s job is to never forget, I just want to remind you of your oath to name your firstborn after me. Don’t think I’m not calling my marker in when the time comes.”
Groaning, I covered my face with my hand and laughed. “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to it! I’m not naming my son Jessica!”
“Bitch, a promise is a promise. Just pray your first child is a daughter!”
Since Flynn and I weren’t talking marriage or babies yet, I figured I had plenty of time to figure it out. Hopefully, when it came time for us to start a family, she’d have forgotten all about my promise.
Before I knew it, the first show was almost upon us. My family and Jess had flown out five days before the show, and while I’d insisted Jess stay at our house, Flynn had my parents ensconced in luxury at the Mondrian. He’d hemmed and hawed about it, and finally I’d asked what he was so worried about.
“I’ve got the room, and they’re your parents for God’s sake. They should stay here… but there is no way it could work. You’re a screamer, I’m loud as fuck, and together we sound like ten horny truck drivers at an orgy. I’d die if your parents heard you screaming about you owning my cock and your pussy belonging to me. We’re too fucking sexual to have parents in the house, but I don’t want them to think I don’t want them here.”
He was right—it would have been a disaster. In the end I’d told my parents that it was my call to put them at the Mondrian, explaining that Flynn was actually quite unhappy about it. Since technically it was true, I didn’t feel bad telling them that.
“This thing with the paparazzi and Flynn’s family is still ebbing and flowing, and I don’t want you guys to have to deal with it. Plus the hotel is centrally located and since we’ve rented you a car, you can come and go as you please. Is it okay?”
It didn’t escape my notice how my touchy-feely parents laughed and replied they were just fine spending each night in a hotel room, alone.
The first night my parents and Jess were in town, Flynn had a barbeque catered at his house so they could meet his family and band mates. The only person who couldn’t make it was Leah because she had the flu, and Flynn was bummed because he had wanted her to meet Tyson. I reminded him they’d meet just a few days later at the show, and he declared he felt pretty damn confident that his match-making abilities were going to be “legendary.”
The whole evening was a smashing success. My parents loved Flynn’s dad and Aunt Sandra, and of course they adored Sylvia and Mason. Everyone got a kick out of hearing about Sylvia’s Twitter feed after Flynn erupted in body shaking laughter when he checked his phone and read her most recent tweet. When he could speak, he read it aloud and we all lost it.
Sausage-fest tonight! Can’t wait. #Yum
Shrugging her shoulders at us she said, “I plan to exit this life on a joke. They make me happy.”
Wrapping his arms around her Flynn said, “You regularly embarrass the hell out of me and I love you for it. You know damn well tomorrow TMZ will have a story with quips about said sausage fest.”
Laughing aloud, Sylvia nodded. “Of course! How do you think I keep getting so many followers? You aren’t the only one good with an audience.”
I loved my life, and loved the people who had blended into the fabric of it so seamlessly.