The Troublemaker Next Door (10 page)

“Gone?”

“Gone-er. And then Daddy made Uncle Flynn clean the living room before he could go, but Ubie played a trick on Daddy and got out of his chores.”

Flynn a goner? What to make of that? “Right. So, um, are you going to be a plumber like your uncles?”

“Nope.” He puffed up with pride. “I’m gonna be a carpenter like Daddy and Grampa. And I’ll be rich like Uncle Cam, ’cause I’m smart, and Ubie says I can sucker anybody with my cute little face.”

Ubie again. He sounded like a real prince. “Ubie?”

“Uncle Brody. U. B. Get it? Ubie.”

Ah. Uncle Brody of the deep brown eyes, light hair, and gorgeous face. He looked like he could bench press her with one finger.

“Wait. Abby, Abby, watch this.”

She stared in amazement as he crumbled into tears. “Colin?”

Then in an instant, he stopped. “Good, huh?”

“You little faker. What else has Ubie taught you?”

“Watch.”

Half an hour later, after cheating at cards and rolling one of her quarters over his fingers that mysteriously disappeared into his pockets so she’d had to give him another one, he’d exhausted his impressive repertoire.

“Oh, nice. You have real talent, Colin.” Great skills to know for a child headed to juvie. She wondered if Mike knew what his son had learned at Ubie’s hands.

As if she’d conjured him, a knock sounded at the front door. After a harried apology for imposing, Mike whisked Colin away with a wave and a smile. Abby watched them go, wondering just what the hell they’d learned.

Brody was well on his way to making Colin a major troublemaker, and Flynn was a goner for Maddie. Maybe. But that still didn’t answer all her questions about the sexy plumber. Still, she’d done her best to get answers.

Now Vanessa could take a turn investigating. Abby had work to do. And a dinner to make. That spaghetti could only be classified as edible by a little boy who thought soda and frosted animal crackers made a good combination.

Maddie’s cell phone ringing at—she turned bleary eyes to her alarm clock—half past ten woke her out of a sound sleep. But she had no problem remembering her dream. Flynn had worn nothing but jeans unbuttoned enough to hint at the erection pressing against his fly. The wind had been blowing, his hair pushed back from his sun-kissed face. His eyes had glowed under the light of the showplace Maddie had designed. Encased in glass walls, the room felt like a giant fishbowl.

Which made it so strange that she and Flynn would start kissing and fondling each other while faceless strangers pressed against the glass outside to watch. Maddie still felt totally turned on at the notion. How weird.

She scrambled to grab her phone off the nightstand and hurried to answer. “Hello?”

Silence.

“Hello?”

“Damn. Did I wake you?” Flynn’s voice.

The tingle between her legs returned with a vengeance. She cleared her throat. “Yeah, but don’t worry. I’ve already had a few hours of sleep. An early night to celebrate my success with your aunt.”

“You deserve it. She’s a ballbuster, or so my uncle likes to say.” He chuckled.

She laughed with him. After a minute, when the silence grew, she asked him, “Not that I mind, but what’s up?”

“I said I’d talk to you later. It’s later.”

“Bored, Flynn?” Now totally awake, she sat up against her headboard and glanced down at her rumpled skirt. “Man, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep in this getup.”

A pregnant pause. In a sexy voice, he asked, “What are you wearing?”

Instead of laughing at the start of what promised to be a bad case of phone sex, she shivered. Her entire body clenched. She kept seeing him in that dream, feeling his mouth on hers while others watched. “Why? What are
you
wearing?”
Take
that, Flynn.

“Nothing. I’m lying in bed, stark naked, and thinking of you. So I thought, hell, why not call and see what Maddie’s up to?”

Stark
naked.
Her mouth watered. “I’m still wearing the skirt and dress shirt I had on when I met with your aunt.”

“Oh?” She heard rustling in the background. “You wearing heels too? Stockings?”

“With garters.” She liked wearing them because they made her feel sexy. The one area Maddie had never had any qualms about—her sexuality. In touch with her femininity, the better she looked, the better she felt about herself. “The stockings go from the upper part of my thigh to my toes.”

She’d never had phone sex before; she had a feeling tonight would be a first. Instead of feeling weird about it, she wanted to explore. Flynn made her feel fun, adventurous. She wanted to see where this might lead.

“Stockings, huh?” The raspy breath as he paused turned her on all over again. “Describe everything, from your head to your toes. Is that soft, silky hair of yours down? Are the ends curled around your nipples?”

She licked her lips and decided to just go for it. Maddie had never been a prude, though she’d never been one to be so out there when it came to sex. Then again, she’d never before been tempted to talk to a man the way she wanted to with Flynn.

“My hair is down, and it’s starting to curl. The ends are touching my shoulders. There’s one strand that’s touching the top of my breast. My hair looks really dark against the white of my shirt.”

“What color’s your bra?”

“White, and it’s lacy.”

“Take off your shirt,” he ordered. “Sit there in your bra and talk to me.”

The naughtiness of the conversation was titillating. Flynn had a voice made for phone sex. “I’m unbuttoning, Flynn. One, then two, then three…” She took him with her through the steps. “Now I’m sliding the shirt over my shoulders and off my arms. The silk feels good.”

“I bet your nipples are hard. They hard, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered as she dropped the shirt behind her.

“Pinch them. Imagine it’s me there, taking those nipples between my fingers.”

She pinched them and shifted. “My panties are damp.”

“Shit.” He moaned, and she wanted to know more.

“What are you doing, Flynn? Tell me.”

“I’m holding my cock. I’m thick, baby. Really hard.”

“And hot.” She remembered holding him, touching him. “I remember how you came all over your belly. That white hot mess, so tasty.” Oh yeah, she was good at this.

“Damn, you’re sexy.” His breathing sounded harsh. “Slow down. Tell me again, those tits tight? Sensitive? Imagine my mouth over them, biting those nipples until you come.”

She played with herself, imagining Flynn right there with her. But she needed two hands so she could touch herself all over while he talked. Placing the phone between her cheek and shoulder, she freed her other hand.

“I want to come with you inside me, Flynn. I’m empty.”

“I know. I wish to hell I was there with you right now.” He panted. “I’d fuck that wet, tasty pussy. And I’d lick you all over. I’d kiss those sweet lips.”

“What else would you do? Would you put that hard cock between my lips and fuck my mouth?”

“Oh yeah. Take off the rest of your clothes, baby. Right now. But keep the garters on. The hose and the shoes too.”

She stripped out of everything but the garters and hose. The shoes, unfortunately, she’d left downstairs. But he didn’t have to know that.

“Okay.” So needy she sounded, but then, she needed him. “Now what?”

“Now you lay there and take what I give you. You open that mouth, let me own it. In and out, my cock is filling you up. And that first time when I come, you swallow it right down. Thick and creamy for you, Maddie. Taste good?”

“Oh yeah, Flynn.”

“Then I’ll pull out and I’m still hard. For you. No lag time in this dream.” He chuckled, the sound dark and dangerous.

“But I didn’t come yet.”

“That’s right,” he whispered. “Because you’ve been a bad girl. Letting Brody see you naked.”

“Wh-what?”

“I need to spank you. Maybe even fuck that fine ass.” He paused. “What do you think, Maddie? Too much?” His question took her aback.

“God, not enough.” Oh hell, she hadn’t said that out loud, had she?

“Yeah, that’s good,” he crooned. “I’d paddle your ass red. Such a bad girl, teasing a man with what he can’t have. I’ll have to tie you up and make you pay. Hold you down so you can’t move, then fuck you hard. Give you a rough ride, but I won’t let you come yet. Not until you’re begging me for it. Touch yourself, Maddie. Get your clit nice and wet.”

“I don’t need to touch myself for that.”

“Good girl. To reward you, I’ll lick that little bud clean. Suck the juice right out of you. Hell, maybe I’ll turn around. Let you suck me at the same time. That would be so sweet.”

She moaned, unable to help herself. “Yeah. Lick me.” She increased the pressure on her clit, on fire and ready to burst.

“You hot, baby? Need to come?”

“I do,” she confessed. “I need to come around you.”

“I bet you have toys. A fat dildo hidden in one of your drawers. You have one of those?”

She blushed but answered honestly, “Yes.”

“Get it. Put it inside you,” he ordered in a gritty voice.

She didn’t want to stop, but she wanted this.
Him.
Inside her. “Hold on.” She put down the phone and dashed to her dresser, where she kept it behind her lingerie. She took out the dildo and hurried back to the bed and the phone. “Okay.”

“Oh God. You have it right there?”

“Yes.”

“Put it in your mouth. Suck it.”

She did, moaning into the phone.

“Damn. I’m gonna come soon. You have me so hard. I can just imagine you lying there naked, that dildo between those lips.” He groaned. “Take it out and rub your clit with it. Let my dick rub you, baby.”

“It’s dragging down my body. Between my breasts, down my belly. Oh yes, Flynn. That’s it. Put your cock there, right there. Hmm.” She rubbed herself and closed her eyes, imagining him there. His shaft on her flesh, between her legs, hard and ready to take her.

“That’s it. Yeah, tease yourself. Get me all wet. Now slide it in, one inch at a time.”

She pushed the head of the toy inside her and gasped as the thick dildo stretched her.

“All of it. How does it feel?”

“So good. Oh Flynn. You feel good. So deep inside me.”

His breathing grew heavier, and she imagined him dragging his hand over himself. Jerking off while he talked to her.

She couldn’t believe how much she missed him. “I wish you were here.”

“Me too. I’d slide myself inside you, fucking you until I came deep in you. No condom, nothing but me filling you with come,” he growled.

“Oh, yes. More.”

“Pump it. Fuck yourself with it. The way I’m jerking off with my hand, pretending it’s your cunt. That hot, tight pussy sucking me hard. Taking me deep. So deep, Maddie.”

She could hear him nearing his edge and was right there with him. The dildo felt good, but with her eyes shut and Flynn’s voice so close, she could picture him with her on the bed. And his presence made all the difference.

The kink in her neck, the drift of cool air over her nearly naked body, the discomfort of the garters pressing against the undersides of her thighs. Nothing mattered but coming with Flynn. Feeling him deep inside her.

“I’m coming. Flynn, come with me.”

She saw him in her mind’s eye, that ecstatic expression of pleasure on his face, the way his green eyes deepened, so dark, mossy, and full of desire. She rubbed her clit and pumped the dildo in and out, needing him. Only Flynn.

“Come, Maddie. All over me. Yeah, hold me tight. Milk it. That’s it.” He continued to order as his husky voice grew thicker, raspier.

“I’m coming,” she whispered and bit her lip as a blast of desire rocked her foundation. She clenched the toy hard, seizing around it as she imagined him coming inside her. No condom, no protection from her fierce lover straining as he shot inside her.

His hoarse shout on the other end satisfied her need that he know the same bliss, and she whispered to him, encouraging. “That’s it. All inside me, Flynn. Come hard, baby.”

“Oh fuck. Yeah, that’s good. So much for you, Maddie. Just for you.” He moaned her name.

“All for me,” she agreed, holding the toy inside her.

They lay apart, together, spent. And for Maddie, oddly at peace. She didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed, though she wished he’d been here. When she withdrew the dildo, she felt empty. Not just physically, but emotionally.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he said, his voice again even, and startled her.

“What?” Would Flynn regard her as a slut because she’d shared in something
he
’
d
started? To her surprise, she’d gotten off on phone sex. She’d never tried it, never would have even thought to try it. But with Flynn, it had felt right.

“You got me off faster than I would have thought. I was trying to last.”

She sighed, relieved he wasn’t blaming her for anything. “Well, you were just as sexy. All those throaty growls and moans. I bet you could make a fortune in the adult industry.”

He barked a laugh. “Me in porn? Hell no. I don’t have nearly the stamina those guys do. And I’m embarrassed I didn’t last any longer on the damn phone. But hell, you’re fucking hot. Looking at you is a wet dream, sure. But who knew you could make all those sexy little sounds? The little mewl when you come makes me lose it each time. I wish you could have seen how hard I was.”

“Me too.” She was tempted to send him a picture of her naked, but she’d never considered herself stupid. She subscribed to the rule to never put in print—or via electronics—anything she didn’t expect to be shared.

“I’d have given anything to see you playing with yourself. We’ll have to do that again, with me inside you next time.” Flynn’s satisfaction spoke to the woman inside her.

She felt better than good that she’d made him lose himself so completely. “Next time? Who says there’ll be a next time? Maybe I just had all I can take of you,” she teased. “My time is valuable, you know.”

He didn’t say anything, and she wondered if she’d pushed too far. “Flynn?”

“Well, I don’t want to overstep. I mean, I know this is casual between us.”

She rolled her eyes. Casual phone sex. Right.

He chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“So, um, you said your time is valuable. So do I pay by the minute or what?”

It took her a moment, but instead of being insulted, she laughed. “Asshole.”

“Hey, that’s just what Brody calls me.”

She remembered what he’d said about spanking her, that Brody had seen her. “Flynn?”

“Yeah?” She heard him moving around and thought she ought to do the same, but she couldn’t move. “What you said earlier about Brody… Where did that come from?”

“Why? You have a thing for Brody?”

“Not him. But it was weird. Tonight I had this dream about you, and we were kissing. Fooling around, but we were in this glass box and people were watching us.”

“I like your imagination.” She could hear the grin—and relief—apparent in his voice.

“It was really sexy. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist or anything, but I liked it. Then you mentioned Brody watching us. Weird coincidence.”

“Great minds think alike.” He laughed. “So, you have a thing for voyeurism. Good to know.”

Her cheeks heated. “I do not.” Conscious to keep her voice down and hoping she hadn’t made too much noise earlier, she warned him, “Flynn, forget I said anything, or else.”

“Or else what?”

“Or else I’ll charge you by the minute. And trust me. You can’t afford me.”

He chuckled again. “Don’t I know it. Okay, okay. I was just teasing. Hey, I don’t want to piss you off. Then you might never talk to me again. And I really,
really
like talking to you, Maddie.”

Just like that, her heart raced again. But this time she felt something more, a softening toward him she couldn’t explain. She chalked it up to good sex and told him good night. After she cleaned up and readied for bed, she settled down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

***

Friday night, Flynn couldn’t concentrate. The gift he’d gotten Maddie burned a hole in his pocket. He shouldn’t have picked it up for her, but he wanted her to have it. Through the grapevine he’d learned Maddie had named her new company Gardner’s. Simple yet succinct. The company would succeed because the stubborn redhead wouldn’t let it fail.