The Troublemaker Next Door (16 page)

“
Fuck.
”

She made a noise that could have been a laugh then started to bob over him, that glorious wealth of red hair fanned around his crotch. A fantasy he couldn’t help living out to the fullest.

Consigning himself to a quick orgasm, he threaded his hands through her hair and pushed her head over him with gentle insistence.

“Let me fuck that mouth, baby. So good.”

He grunted, he groaned, and he nearly had a heart attack when she scraped her teeth under his crown, against the very sensitive part of his shaft.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth. You going to swallow me, baby? Take that come down your throat?”

She moaned and pressed her hand firmer against his balls.

He couldn’t draw it out any longer. He had to come. He ached to fill her. “Now, Maddie. Oh God, I’m coming.”

He moaned her name as he released, the tremors of pleasure more than he could bear as he jetted down her throat. The orgasm seemed to last forever. His thoughts fled, nothing but sheer sensation filling his body, from his balls to his brain.

Leaning his head back, he reveled in the climax and felt himself fall headlong into what felt suspiciously like love. He’d never been in love before, so he couldn’t swear by it, but he’d never felt this emotion for any other woman he’d been dating—or not dating. Never.

Soft hands tucked him back inside his jeans and zipped him up. He didn’t move, even when she kissed him, and he tasted himself on her lips. He never would have pegged that as sexy, but knowing she’d accepted him willingly turned him on in a big way. If only he had the energy to physically respond.

It took him minutes before his brain cells fired again.

“You okay, Flynn?”

He blinked his eyes open and turned to thank her, but his words stuck in his throat.

Her large eyes dominated her face. Tender and soft, yet brimming with feeling. Her shiny lips looked swollen. They’d been stretched around his cock and coated with his seed. So plump and pretty. But her eyes held him.

“Flynn?”

He pulled her forward and kissed her. Not content to let it stop at that and afraid to say anything for fear of blurting out the wrong thing or scaring her away, he tugged her onto his lap and just held her.

She sighed and laid her head against his chest.

Flynn hugged her, stroking her back and feeling so much affection for Maddie he didn’t know what to do. They hadn’t known each other all that long. But he felt like he knew the real her. The scrappy, hardworking, decisive woman who had courage, integrity, and loyalty down to a science.

He kept trying to tell himself that great sex didn’t make a relationship, but it sure the hell made him want to try for one.

After some time, he nudged her back into her seat and buckled them in. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove to a seafood restaurant downtown. Determined to keep things light while he figured out a way to make Maddie see him as more than a sex partner, he teased her about Vanessa and Abby and told tales about his brothers.

By the time they’d been seated in the restaurant, their relationship felt the way it normally did. But deep inside, Flynn knew everything had changed.

Throughout dinner, Maddie could feel something between them growing stronger. Flynn laughed and joked, but he watched her with an intensity that drew her like a drug. God, she wanted to blow him again. She’d never been into oral sex all that much, but she’d felt so empowered taking him like that. He’d been putty in her hands, or rather, her mouth. Afterward, she’d expected a smart remark, a slap on the ass, or even a little hanky-panky from him.

She hadn’t expected that hug, or the belonging she’d felt in his arms.

“I’d love to know what you’re thinking right now,” he said in a deep voice.

The waiter arrived and took away their plates.

Flynn ordered them coffee and asked, “Dessert, Maddie?”

She gave him an impish grin. “I already had mine. Just coffee’s fine.”

He blew out a breath and waited until the waiter left before he spoke. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to let you go without giving you a proper thanks.”

“Gee, I can’t wait.”

His eyes flashed. “I’ll bet. You liked making me lose my freakin’ head.”

“I must have. I keep letting you call me
baby
.”

“You don’t like it?”

Normally she didn’t. But Flynn calling her that didn’t demean her or make her feel like the proverbial little woman. She heard the affection in his voice, the intimacy, and it didn’t bother her. Yet it should have. “I do like it, which makes me wonder what’s happened to my backbone.”

“Don’t worry. You’re still independent, feisty, and a little bit mean.”

“Thanks.” She grinned.

“A real working woman with attitude. In fact, just to make you feel better, I’ll let you pay for my dinner and order me around all night. Heck, you can drive us home, too.”

“Not that monster truck. And I don’t want to pay for dinner. You asked me out, you get the tab.”

“Fair enough.” He stroked the condensation on his water glass. “What about ordering me around for the rest of the night? You plan on doing that?”

“I might.”

“Hmm.” He pursed his lips. “I might let you. First, answer a few questions for me.”

“What do you want to know?”

He took a moment. “Earlier, you’re okay with all that? What we did in my truck?”

“If I hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have done it.” Great, now she felt defensive.

“I just… we pretty much have been, ah, careful, if you know what I mean. And in the car, it was just you and me.”

She caught what he didn’t say. No condom. “Flynn, I might be stupid, but I trust you.”

The smile in his eyes lingered after his lips evened. “I trust you, too, you know. I’ve been too tired the past few weeks to do more than work my ass off with Brody, but even if I hadn’t been, I told you when we first agreed that I wouldn’t be with anyone but you.”

“While we’re doing this casual, um, thing.” Should she call their association a relationship?

His frown came and went in a split second. “I think we can call it a relationship.”

Scary how he started to read her mind. “Oh?”

“I’m not seeing anyone else, and you aren’t. You and Ben haven’t been a thing in weeks, right?”

“Ben and I were over for a few months before we split. We hadn’t been together sexually,” she explained in a lower voice. “And we didn’t seem to click the way we once had.”

“I think you said something about him being too clingy when you were ranting to Abby.” He grinned. “Remember? The first day I met you?”

Uncomfortable, she looked anywhere but at Flynn. She must have seemed like the biggest bitch. “Ben’s a nice guy. I didn’t have a lot of trouble with him, but I think he wanted more out of our relationship than I could give him.”

“What? Kids? Marriage?”

“Hell no.” Horrified at the thought, she shivered. “I can’t imagine life as Mrs. Dr. Ben Foster.”

“Mrs. Doctor?”

“Yeah. Ben was all about his career. He should have been proud of it. And he’s really a nice guy, but everything had to be his way. His job came first. His socializing meant we couldn’t do anything I wanted. I got tired of it. And he wouldn’t give me any room to breathe.”

Flynn looked her in the eye, his expression intent. “Do I make you feel like that?”

“No. Not at all,” she hurried to relieve him. “You’re so different from him. Easy to talk to. We get along. And the, well, what we do when we’re together, it’s very wow.”

“Yeah.” His gaze drifted to her mouth. “Wow is a good description.” He grew pensive, and she wondered what she’d said or done to make him uneasy.

“Flynn?”

“I need to ask you something, but I don’t want you freaking out.”

Nervous, she nodded. “Just ask.”

“Would it make you uncomfortable if I said I’d like to start going out sometimes? Not just for the wow, but to spend time together.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?” She thought they’d already been doing that.

His cheeks turned pink and she stared in awe. Flynn, blushing?

The waiter returned with two mugs and a handful of creamers, then left them.

Flynn fiddled with the spoon in his coffee. “Well, I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you for a movie or a game, cards, something like that. Sometimes it’s late and you might not be in the mood, but we could visit. Or something.” He mumbled the last, and she couldn’t stop staring at Flynn McCauley sounding anything less than confident. “I mean, we are friends. Casual friends, but we’re friends.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers. “We trust each other.”

“Yes, we do.” She thought about it. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt if we went out sometimes. Just to have fun, I mean, without the…” A woman neared their table, and she paused until she passed by. “Sex.”

“Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to stop that.” The devilry in his smile relieved her. She didn’t want to stop that either. She’d never connected so fully with a man before when it came to sex. “I just don’t want you to think that’s all I want from you. I think being normal, no-strings-attached friends would be great. Unless you think that’s pushing it?”

Flynn seemed inordinately worried about burdening her with his friendship.

“Relax, Flynn. I know you’re not angling for marriage or a commitment. Sure, we can be friends. We are friends.”
Right.
So
why
do
I
want
to
tell
him
that
it
’
s okay if we go out on dates? And that I don
’
t want him to look for anyone else, because it
’
ll ruin this good thing we have here?

“I don’t think I told you, but my favorite color is blue.” He smiled at the hint of her shirt he could see past her jacket. “You into vanilla or chocolate? Cats or dogs?”

They traded more intimate details about their likes and dislikes. Her thoughts about sports, his about chick flicks. He also shocked her by bringing up her work again. Most men dismissed her job as unimportant and not worth a mention. Flynn knew more about design than she’d thought, mostly due to his aunt’s and his mother’s fascination with all things home and garden related.

“I’m just a blue collar guy. Plumber extraordinaire,” he joked. “I majored in history, but mostly because I wanted to play ball in college.”

“Which ball?”

“Football. Please.” He snorted. “I also played a little baseball, but that was mostly so Brody wouldn’t feel so lonely during the off season.”

“How nice of you.” She grinned.

“Yeah, I’m a nice guy like that. But I’m curious. You don’t mind being out with me? I’m not a doctor.”

She snorted. “And thank God for that. I don’t want to spend time with someone who thinks he’s Superman with a stethoscope.”

“How about with a lead pipe?”

“We talking the game Clue, or your ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound with that tongue?”

“Well, there is that. But I’m not into leaping tall buildings, just a certain redhead who likes yellow and the number three.”

“Don’t forget milk chocolate and puppies.”

“Right. I jotted that down when you weren’t looking.”

Somehow her sexy interlude with Flynn had turned into what felt like a real date. Maddie wanted to call him on it, to remind him they were friends with benefits, yet she didn’t want to end their fun. Was it wrong for Flynn to want to spend time with her outside of a bed, closet, or car? The naughty part of her said yes, but the woman said no. Only a stupid person would reject an offer of genuine friendship from Flynn. He’d already conquered her in bed; he had no need to look for more with their relationship.

They returned to his apartment and watched a movie together. They’d agreed on
Alien
, because she liked the strong female lead and he liked the sci-fi aspect. Popcorn and sodas followed, and after, when she could no longer keep her eyes open, he carried her into his bed and slept with her.

She woke the next morning in his arms, but instead of the embarrassment or annoyance she might have felt had another man presumed to put her in his bed, she welcomed his attention.

It made her think back to why she’d argued against dating Flynn. Oh right, because she’d thought she hated men. That had lasted all of a week.

“I have no willpower,” she mumbled as she made her way to his bathroom. She knew getting attached to Flynn wasn’t smart. When they eventually split, she would hurt. Badly.

“Hey, you gonna be in there all day or what?” He banged on the door.

The morning attitude could go. She wouldn’t miss that.

Finding an unattractive trait helped stave off the panic beginning to creep in.

The door flew open while she stared at herself in the mirror, toothbrush in hand. “Hey. A little privacy?”

“Get that ass in the shower. Now.”

She tried to ignore the sight of his erection and all of his mouthwatering golden skin. “I’m brushing my teeth.”

“In. The. Shower.”

The crisp command made her wet.

She put her toothbrush down and glared at him, wishing she meant it. Then she turned on the shower and removed her clothes. She stepped in and sighed at how good she felt under the hot spray.

She heard him brushing his teeth, and then he stepped in behind her. “Not wearing a bra last night was naughty, Maddie.”

She groaned when he locked his hands around her breasts and pulled her tight against him, her back to his front.

He cupped her breasts and toyed with her nipples. “Going down on me in a park? Touching yourself in the truck? Then falling asleep on me with those tits showing through that top?” He tsked. “Such a bad, bad girl. I think you need to be spanked.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.” He forced her to hurry the shower. He soaped all over, rinsed off, then waited while she did the same.

After he turned off the water, he dried them both off and shoved her out the bathroom door.

“Hey.”

He lifted her in his arms, so easily, and his strength excited her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting you back for yesterday.”

She landed on the bed and let out a breath. Before she could move, he landed on top of her and pinned her down. He kissed her, and she melted beneath him. His mouth moved from her lips down her face to her neck.

He lingered on spots in between, but he continued down a path to her breasts.

“Pretty tits, Maddie. Look at your nipples, baby. You cold?”

“Jerk,” she huffed, and he laughed.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, and she arched into him. He cupped her breast and pulled at her nipple while he toyed with the other one. The time he spent playing with her increased her arousal, so that when he finally kissed his way down her belly, she was more than ready.

She spread her legs, aching for the feel of his mouth on her. He didn’t disappoint. Flynn licked and sucked her to the edge of orgasm in moments. His thick fingers pressed for entrance to her sex, and as he sucked, he shoved one finger, and then two inside her, fucking her with his fingers as he ate her. The intensity of her orgasm scared her. But Flynn wouldn’t let her hide. He bore down on her clit and added another finger, but this one he pressed against her anus.

Then he pushed and penetrated. She cried out and came all over his mouth, his name a mantra on her lips.

He rode her through it, kissing and caressing her sex with loving bites. When finished, she could barely think straight.

“Watch. See what you do to me.” He straddled her waist and jerked off, his cock thick and wet as he stroked it. Long, slow drags that enthralled her. “I’m so hard around you, Maddie. You taste so good, and you’re so fucking beautiful.”

The rough words pulled at her ego, and more, at her heart.

Then Flynn moaned and tugged once more, coming in milky jets over her belly. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, Maddie. All over you.” He rubbed it into her stomach, as if sealing some part of himself inside her very skin.

When finished, he panted and stared down at her, his gaze inscrutable.

“I think I need another shower.”

He shook his head. “Not yet.”

Too tired to go again, she tried to protest. But the blasted man ignored her. The sly bastard pushed her past her denial into another rip-roaring climax. And then, before she could catch her breath, he took her in his arms and cuddled with her.

To her dismay, another brick in the wall around her heart crumbled and fell.

***

Finally free of the Anacortes job, Flynn’s routine returned to normal. Mostly. He was doing his best not to bug Maddie. He sent her a text when he wanted to call, and he limited his messages to three instead of the two dozen he wanted to send. The woman had burrowed under his skin, and he had a bad feeling nothing but more sex, dating, and hell, maybe even a long-term relationship would cure him.

Brody razzed him about her. Mike had nearly taken his head off with threats about not screwing with the general happiness of his neighbors. Cam had been spending a lot of time away on business, so Flynn didn’t worry the narc would sell him out. Still, his brothers clearly saw how over-the-moon he was for the woman. How could she not see it?