The Pleasures of Summer (47 page)

‘Was there something particular you had in mind? I might need my hands free.’

‘No hands.’

She knew the scrap of lace wouldn’t hold him for a minute if he was really determined, but symbolically she wanted him to surrender. Flynn had to know that he could trust her, even when things were bad. Standing before him, Summer surveyed her naked and bound prize. Despite the injuries on his leg, Flynn was still beautiful.

‘Do you like what you see?’ he drawled.

She ignored his attempt to rile her. Instead she climbed onto the bed and crawled up his body with the slow, stealthy pace of a tigress hunting her prey. ‘Do you?’

Summer hovered over him, allowing her erect nipples to graze his chest. She lowered her head and nipped his neck with small, biting kisses that turned slow and languorous. Trailing along his jaw, she sucked lightly on the
sensitive spot just beneath his ear. The muscles of his shoulders turned rigid. Poor Flynn. She kissed a path along his collarbone and licked delicately around one nipple before turning her attention to the other one, delighted to discover that he was sensitive there.

Flynn stifled a groan as her hair slid along his chest. Summer made her way slowly down his abdomen, determined to stretch out the erotic agony. Flynn’s cock was now fully erect but his eyes were squeezed shut.

With a regretful glance, she ignored her prize and instead she nipped at his hip, licking a path towards his balls before moving away again.

‘Are you planning on torturing me for long, woman? I could always go back to Afghanistan for that.’

‘Would you like me to torture you?’ she said innocently. Flynn liked to give pain, but did he also like to receive? There was one way to find out. She kissed a spot on his inner thigh before biting down hard.

His hips jerked and he gave a strangled groan. That appeared to be a yes, but she didn’t quite know what to do with it. Summer sat back on her knees. His engorged cock looked terrifyingly large. She gazed up at Flynn. The heavy-lidded expression was back.

She licked the length of his shaft and was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure tinged with frustration as he fought for self-control. Poor Flynn, she almost felt sorry for him. Opening her mouth wide, she closed it over the head of his cock and swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. His hips bucked involuntarily.

‘Don’t,’ he gasped. ‘I’m not sure how long I can last. How about I return the favour?’

Summer caressed his balls and licked again, unwilling to release her prize. It wasn’t often that Flynn let her be on top.

‘I bet that I can give you an orgasm in less than three minutes.’

Her libido screamed at her to take the wager. She inched her way up his body, not sure how to handle this. She was already so turned on by the idea that she wasn’t sure how long she could last. Should she release him or not? Would he be able to do this without using his hands?

Sensing her confusion, Flynn whispered, ‘Come closer. I’m good, but not that good.’

She felt awkward, hovering above his face, feeling his warm breath against her leg, and had to brace herself against the wall.

‘Closer,’ Flynn said hoarsely.

The stubble on his jaw rasped the tender skin of her inner thigh as he nuzzled her gently. Then the wet heat of his tongue flicked across her clit, setting her nerves on a jangling edge. ‘Yes, just like that.’

His mouth closed over the sensitive bundle of nerves and his tongue swirled slowly back and forth. With her arms straight against the wall in front of her, Summer threw back her head. The throbbing pressure on her clit eased as Flynn’s tongue licked a path along her lips, tasting her. The vibration of his groan of pleasure made her squirm. Flynn kissed her with the same ruthless attention that he gave her mouth, as if every part of her belonged to him.

‘Oh god,’ she gasped when his lips focused on her clit again, sucking the tiny bud into his mouth. Her breath
came in panting gasps. She was close, so close. She was going to come. Nothing could stop it now. Every nerve ending was poised on a spiralling path to pleasure. ‘Please, oh please, don’t stop.’

He bit down. The pleasure-pain sent her over the edge and she screamed his name. A maelstrom of sensation washed over her. Exhilaration mingled with ecstasy as she rode the wave. She rested her forehead against the wall as the last trembling aftershocks took her. Her legs were still shaking when she climbed off him and down to rest her head on his chest. Flynn’s heart raced in time with hers. She wasn’t the only one who was affected. ‘That was. That was … amazing.’

‘Two minutes and forty-nine seconds.’

‘What?’ Summer lifted her head in disbelief. ‘You were counting?’

‘Well, we did have a bet.’

‘And what do you want for a prize?’ Her eyes roved down his muscular torso, watching the rise and fall as his breathing returned to normal. His cock was so stiff and engorged that it looked painful. Poor Flynn. She would have to do something about that.

‘Condoms?’ he asked hopefully.

Bugger. How had she forgotten something so basic? She very much doubted that whoever had shopped for her had thought to buy any. Rolling over, she punched in the number for housekeeping into the bedside phone.

It said a lot for Flynn’s self-control that he had lasted this long, but she noticed that his hips bucked when she rolled the latex sheath over his hard length. Straddling his hips, she grasped his cock and teased him, rubbing it back
and forth in her wetness. Flynn’s face contorted as he desperately fought for control. Just what would it take for him to lose it?

She lowered herself down, taking the barest inch of him inside her before rising again. God, he felt so good. ‘Do you like that?’

Flynn’s pupils were so dilated that his eyes were black. ‘No more games.’

He grasped her hips and Summer squealed in surprise when he pulled her down hard onto his shaft. ‘You may be on top, but that doesn’t mean I’m at your mercy. Does it?’

The sternness in his tone made her quiver. ‘No, Sir.’

‘Good girl.’ He captured her wrists and drew himself towards her until they were face to face, exchanging ragged breaths. His kiss was like the first time, outside the club. A hard and merciless domination, an invasion of his tongue into her mouth. He possessed her, owned her. Gripping her hair tightly, Flynn slanted his head and plunged deeply again.

She was helpless against the onslaught. She had thought she would be on top, in charge. For once, she wanted to be the person in control, the one who made the decisions. Every time with Flynn was mind-blowing in its intensity, but the fear was always there that she would lose herself in him.

She’d convinced herself that if she were on top, it would be different. She’d dominate him. Flynn had turned the tables once again. She was the pupil and he would always be the master. His brutal claiming of her mouth was an exercise in showing her exactly who was in charge. Summer moaned against his mouth, desperate for more.
Flynn could kiss her for a thousand years and she would still be hungry for him.

Flynn pulled his mouth away from hers. She had never felt so exposed or so wanton.

‘Who’s driving here?’ Flynn asked, his voice strained with passion.

‘You are.’ She whispered. ‘You are.’

‘Then ride me.’

She clenched her inner muscles around his cock and he groaned as she began to move, slowly at first, enjoying the exquisite feeling of him inside her. The ache between her thighs was almost painful. If she didn’t come soon she would die. She rocked against his hips, grinding her clit against him at each downward stroke.
So good
.

Flynn grasped her hips, setting the pace. Holding her in place. He raised her up, the head of his cock nudging the entrance to her slippery sheath before slamming her down hard again. ‘Touch yourself,’ he ordered.

Summer cupped her breasts. Her nipples were painfully hard. She sucked her index finger into her mouth and traced a circle around her clit and she almost came just from a single stroke. ‘Please. Don’t stop.’

With a grunt, he arched his hips and slammed deeper, his pace increasing in speed and ferocity. Each hard thrust, every heady gasp of her breath, drove all thought from her head and she cried, ‘Oh god, Flynn. I love you.’

There was nothing in the world but them. Her and Flynn, Flynn and her. Her orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave, obliterating all rational thought. Flynn groaned as she clasped her inner muscles around him, but still he pounded, lost in his own passion.

A second climax hit her before the first had faded, and she screamed his name. Flynn stiffened and shuddered, until with a final series of thrusts he joined her in ecstasy and she collapsed onto his chest. Their unsteady breaths mingled in the silence until his limp cock slid from her. With a hoarse sigh, he kissed her forehead. ‘Jesus, woman, I think you killed me.’

‘I did?’ Summer giggled. ‘How would you feel if I killed you every night for the rest of our lives?’

She hadn’t intended to ask him. Not like this. Although the thought of being apart from Flynn again was more than she could bear. Her heart thudded as she waited for his response.

Flynn stroked her face and raised her chin. The golden flecks in his eyes had never been so prominent. ‘I love you, Summer. I think I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you coming down the stairs wearing that excuse for a towel. I almost went crazy when I thought I would never see you again.’

‘Then it’s yes?’

He brushed his lips against hers. ‘It’s always been yes.’

The first thing that he realized when he woke was that his leg was throbbing in agony and the second was that he was now engaged to Summer, who was nowhere to be seen.

‘Dinner is in thirty minutes,’ she announced, as she came into the bedroom carrying a freshly ironed shirt. ‘Do you need help getting into the shower?’

‘No, I’m fine,’ he said as he eased off the bed.

It was bad enough letting her be on top without having her wash him too. Although he might let her do that later, when they had more time. Flynn watched as she disappeared again, giving him a flash of bare shoulder in a strappy evening gown.

‘Damn,’ he muttered. He was hardly dressed for dinner and he wasn’t sure how Tim O’Sullivan would greet the news that his only daughter was going to marry her bodyguard. Emerging from the shower ten minutes later, Flynn discovered that his trousers had been sponged and pressed and that the shirt had a price tag on it that would make Niall wince. Who the hell spent £450 on a shirt?

‘You’ll need a tie with that.’ Summer returned, her hair was now pinned up in an elaborate style and her eyes were shaded with a smoky silver shadow that made her look sexy as hell. He wanted to drag her back into bed again and maybe they could find another use for the tie she was carrying.

She looped it around his neck and tied it with expert hands, before planting a kiss on his mouth, giving him a flick of tongue that sent the blood from his head.

Flynn cupped her hips and pulled her against him. ‘I think I’ll have to impose a no panty rule.’

‘Don’t start that again, or we might miss dinner. Come on, Dad’s waiting.’

All eyes were on her as they entered the restaurant and Flynn went straight into bodyguard mode, checking out the entrances, exits and their fellow diners. His instinct would always be to keep her safe.

Tim O’Sullivan stood up and clapped him on the shoulder. ‘It seems I’ve you to thank for getting her back safely.’

Flynn tried not to wince as O’Sullivan’s voice boomed across the restaurant. ‘I was just doing my job.’

‘Speaking of which …’ O’Sullivan reached into his pocket and produced an envelope which he thrust at him. ‘A little bonus for you for a job well done.’

‘There’s no need –’

Flynn shot a glance at Summer and she shook her head. She obviously hadn’t told her father. She nodded in the direction of the restrooms, a clear signal that she needed a few minutes alone with her father. He stood up. ‘Excuse me for a moment.’

He walked slowly from the restaurant, trying to ignore the interested glances from the other diners. In the restroom, he splashed his face with cold water. The contents of the envelope nagged him like an itch he couldn’t scratch, so he opened it and peeked inside. A cheque for £100,000 stared back at him. Fuck. That was a serious bonus and not one he could accept. He stuffed it back into his pocket.

When he returned to the restaurant, O’Sullivan had ordered more champagne but the look he gave him was less than welcoming. Flynn hadn’t expected anything else. Only a madman would want his daughter to marry a man who put his life on the line every day of the week.

‘I have to return this, sir. There’s no way that I can accept it.’

O’Sullivan waved his hand. ‘Keep it. It will barely keep her in shoes for a year.’

Summer darted her father a vicious glance. ‘Dad …’

‘I’m joking.’ He smiled indulgently at her before turning his attention to Flynn. ‘Summer tells me you have a place in Scotland?’

Flynn forced a smile. This was suddenly beginning to feel like a job interview. ‘Yes, Turlochmor. I built a house up there four years ago.’