If I Told You (29 page)

“Me too, Rhys. Me too.”

He smiles. “Now go home. Go to Flynn.”

The front door opens and Brooklyn walks in. She’s here. I stand up from my position on the couch, waiting for her to say something.

She looks at me, and I can see her features soften. “What if I told you… your friendship means everything to me and losing that would be devastating?”

“I’d tell you that I know that and I feel the same way.”

She nods. “What if I told you… even though I’m scared and not at all sure what’s next…” She walks closer. “Flynn…” She pauses, taking a deep breath. “What if I told you that I don’t know when it started or how it started, but I know for sure that I’m in love with you?”

I swallow hard walking closer to her. “I’d tell you that…” She looks up at me with questions in her eyes. “I’d tell you that you can trust me. You can trust
us
and we’ll figure it out. I won’t destroy you. I can’t.”

She nods as tears stream freely down her face. “What if I told you that all I’ve wanted for a very long time is to touch you like lovers do? What if I told you I’m ready now?”

Using my thumbs, I wipe her tears. “I’d tell you that I’m ready, too.”

“I’m scared,” she whispers.

“Brooks—”

“No, wait,” she interrupts. “I’m scared, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep pretending. I can’t be with someone else hoping that I’ll stop thinking of you, stop wanting you. Flynn…” She cups my cheek. “What if I told you I’d rather die with you than live with someone else.”

Pulling her into my arms, I hold her tight, feeling her relax against me. “Do you want to talk? I have so much I want to say to you, and—”

“No,” she answers, and without another word, presses her lips to mine. “Make love to me. Here,” she whispers. “Now.
Show
me how you feel. Give me everything you’ve been holding in all these years.”

“Everything?” I grip her chin as she nods. “That’s a lot.”

“I know. I want it.”

“You want me to be rough with you?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“That’s good, Brooks,” I say as a smile creeps across my lips. “I couldn’t be anything else.”

When his mouth comes down on mine again, it’s hard and soft all at the same time. Our tongues mesh together, and I feel myself moving backward until I’m pressed against the wall behind me.

My clothes are violently removed, all yanking and tugging while our mouths smash together. Flynn supports my weight as he lifts my legs up to get my yoga pants off. Pulling on my sports bra, he reveals my breasts and greedily sucks on them, burying his face in my cleavage.

“Fuck, Brooks,” he murmurs. “I’ve wanted these for so long.”

I moan as he bites my nipples, rolling them between his teeth, and keeping his eyes on mine. I twist my fingers through his thick hair. It’s incredible.

“Touch me,” he whispers against my mouth.

Reaching down, I stroke his cock, hardly believing this is happening. All of this is finally mine. Flynn sucks in his breath as two of his fingers plunge inside of me.

“Oh, yeah,” I moan.

“Jesus, Brooks. Fuck.” Suddenly, Flynn is on his knees with his face buried between my legs. He bites the inside of my thighs, causing me to cry out. “Look at me.” Breathing hard, I look down at him as he presses his thumb on my clit. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of being able to taste you? Do you know how much I want to?”

I shake my head.

Flynn spreads the folds of flesh open and presses his face against me, inhaling deeply. “I’ve wanted it since the day I met you, Brooks. The fucking day I met you.”

“Do it,” I whisper. “Please.”

His tongue presses against me and I sigh, leaning my head back against the wall. As his mouth invades me, I feel delirious with pleasure, like it’s the first time I’ve ever felt this sensation. I claw my own skin as he sucks on my clit. Moaning loudly, my body shakes from desire, overwhelmed that this is happening. Flynn… oh God, Flynn.

“I want your cock,” I whisper.

“Where?” he asks, standing in front of me again.

“Fuck my mouth.”

Twisting my hair in his hands, he brings me to my knees and shoves his magnificent shaft down my throat. It nearly chokes me, but I regain control quickly, sucking with all my might.

“Jesus, Brooks,” he moans. “So fucking good. So good.”

Shifting my eyes up, they meet his as he watches me suck him. Smiling, I drag my teeth over the head of his cock and he moans in response. “Good?”

“The fucking best.” He pulls my arm until I’m standing. “I have to be inside of you. I can’t take it anymore.”

Pulling on my leg to lift it, he enters me roughly, causing another loud moan to escape my lips. Flynn grips my throat, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

“Oooh, so good.”

“Yeah, I know,” he says.

As he pounds into me, the expression on his face is so intense, part of me wants to look away, but there’s no way I can.

“Fuck, baby,” Flynn groans. “I’m gonna come.”

Nodding, I smile. “Give it to me.”

“Ahhh!”

After a moment, Flynn grabs me by the waist, walks down the hall with me, and after swinging me around, tosses me on the bed. I’m surprised to see his cock is still hard, and based on the look on his face, he’s ready for more.

“Don’t worry, Brooks, I’m not done yet.”

“I see that.”

“I won’t be until you’re screaming my name.”

He falls in the bed beside me, pulling me into another amazing kiss. Smiling, I climb on top of him and guide him inside of me. My body shakes from the sensation of being filled this way. I begin to move slowly, adjusting to all of this. This is Flynn. Flynn is fucking me. Oh God.

Rocking back and forth, I look down at him to see him looking back at me, with a huge smile on his face. His expression makes me smile in return.

“That’s quite a smile on your face. What are you thinking?” I ask.

“How beautiful you are. How I always knew you would feel this good. How I fantasized about you riding my cock like you are right now. You’re better than anything I could’ve dreamt of.”

“Stop,” I whisper. “You’re gonna make me emotional.”

“I want that. I want all of you. Brooks, baby, I love you so much.”

Shaking my head, I redirect my attention to what’s happening between my legs, until he flips me over and enters me from behind. As he grips my hip with one hand, he claws my ass with the other. Biting the pillow, I try to keep from falling off the bed from the force he’s slamming into me. My orgasm hits, ripping through my core, and rattling every part of me.

“Yes! Flynn!” I slap my hand on the mattress several times. “Oooh, yes!”

Flynn pumps into me even harder until I feel him shuddering against me. A moment later, he collapses on me, and we fall into each other’s arms.

That was perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.

Lying my head on Flynn’s chest, I convince myself that this just happened. We really just made love. Flynn’s hand drags through my hair while I listen to his breath.

“Can we talk now?” he asks quietly.

“Sure.”

“What happened with Rhys?”

“He broke up with me.”

“What?” he asks, shifting slightly. “
He
broke up with
you
?”

“He heard everything between us this morning. He came by the studio, and Jill wasn’t able to stop him. He listened to our conversation.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, by the time I got to his place, he had already made up his mind that he was gonna let me go.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. He did the right thing. He sacrificed what he wanted for my happiness.”

“But what happened between us this morning was not happy.”

I look up at him. “Flynn, he’s not stupid. You were right. He knew all along and when he heard us talking I never said I didn’t love you. I said I wasn’t leaving Rhys. That’s different.”

“So after you left Rhys’s you decided to give me a chance?”

“Well, he told me I should admit to you how I feel. So I did.”

He nods. “I guess I just feel bad it went down that way.”

“Me too. He’s a nice guy and we had fun, but he was just a chapter in my story.” I repeat Rhys’s analogy. “You’re the book.”

“That’s kind of deep.”

“It is, but true.”

“Speaking of true, I have a confession.”

“What?”

“On our first date, all those years ago, I just agreed with you that there wasn’t any chemistry. I wanted you that night and every night since.”

I twist my face to look at him. “Really?”

“Yeah. I went along with it because I just wanted to keep you around. I thought maybe I would grow on you.”

I smile. “I’ll be honest, too.” I take a deep breath. “That night I realized that I liked you. Actually liked you, not just wanted to fuck. It freaked me out so much I backed off. Then we became friends and I thought with my terrible track record with men that I’d rather keep you like that, than ruin everything by telling you I wanted to sleep with you.”

“So we’ve both been feeling this way for years?”

“Years. Remember when you called me out for thinking about you only when I’m lonely?”