Page 13 of Flynn (Foxy’s Rent-A-Date #4)

Twenty-five minutes later, the elevator doors opened to reveal Chiara with her long hair loose down her back and wearing a dress that did everything to enhance all her best features.

She smiled shyly when she saw me, and fuck me, I loved that look.

Every step she took revealed tantalizing flashes of her legs due to the long slit up both sides, and the bust hugged her breasts in the very best way, done up with some little drawstring at the front.

I had a momentary vision of slowly loosening that tie and pulling the top of her dress down, allowing her breasts to spill forth so I could taste them.

“You can’t look at me like that in public,” Chiara chastised with absolutely no conviction behind her words.

I blinked, realizing she’d stopped in front of me, and I stood.

“Fuck me, baby. When you step out looking like that, you’re lucky I’m not drooling.

” Her cheeks flashed pink and fucking hell did I like that I could bring that out in her.

“So, what are we doing today that required a dress code?” she asked.

“Nope, first…” I trailed off, pulling her against me.

“First, you need to kiss me.” Smiling slowly, she slid her hands up my chest to the back of my neck where they tangled in my hair.

She pressed her lips against mine gently and pulled back.

“Like that?” I tightened my hold on her.

“Properly, Angel.” Smiling slyly, she leaned in to kiss me again, a little longer this time, but still not what I wanted.

“What about that?” I growled at her, my fingers biting into her waist. “Kiss me like you mean it, Angel.” Her eyes danced with amusement and lust, and this time when she leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t wait for her to decide.

I forced her lips open and kissed her long and deep, fusing my mouth to hers, as if she was my only source of oxygen.

She moaned and I slowed the kiss, turning it exploratory and languid.

She moved restlessly against me, and only then did I lift my head from hers.

Hearing that her breathing was as choppy as mine set a fire within me, one that I knew would burn hot and bright until I was buried deep inside her again.

“We’re really good at that,” she whispered with satisfaction.

Grinning, I nodded and took her hand. “Yes, we are. Now, come on, we have places to be,” I said, and pulled her toward the front door.

Before we could leave, however, we ran into Ellis.

His gaze moved from me to Ara, and I didn’t miss the flash of desire in his eyes or the longing.

Fucking hell, this guy was still hung up on her, and he was about to marry her best friend.

“Good morning, Ellis,” Chiara greeted kindly.

“Hey, Chiara. Are you having a good morning?” I watched her face flame hot as her gaze flicked to mine for a micro-second before going back to Ellis.

“Yes, a wonderful morning. What are you up to?” Ellis’s gaze turned cold—no doubt picking up on the meaning in Chiara’s words—before he forced a smile at her.

“I was just out for a walk. I was hoping I’d run into you and that I could ask you to lunch.

I just want to talk to you alone for a while and thought I’d buy you a meal?

” “Oh,” Chiara said, obviously caught off guard.

“Umm… that’s so nice.” She was floundering, and I knew Ellis was counting on her kind heart to get his way.

I cleared my throat and tugged her closer to me.

“Sorry, Ellis. We have plans for today, but maybe we can catch up with you another time?” I suggested.

Ellis’s icy gaze met mine and he stiffened.

“I actually wanted to catch up with just Chiara. There’s no need for you to be there.

” Over my dead fucking body . Ellis was an asshole with manipulation tactics dictators would be envious of.

Like hell I was going to leave him alone with Chiara to work her over.

“Well, I really don’t see a reason why you need to speak with her alone at all then.

Afterall, anything you talk about, she’ll just tell me anyway.

That’s how a relationship works.” Ellis’s face grew angry, his jaw tense and eyes narrowed, but I was done giving him anymore time.

“Come on, babe. We have plans today and time is getting away from us. We’ll see you later, Ellis,” I called, tugging Ara away.

We didn’t get far before Ellis shot his hand out to grab Ara’s other hand.

When I turned back to him, his eyes were only for Ara.

“You look beautiful today, Chiara. I’ll see you later,” he said softly.

“Oh. Umm, okay. Bye, Ellis,” Ara replied awkwardly.

I tugged Ara away again, narrowing my eyes on Ellis who glared at me as I tucked her beneath my shoulder and strode out of the hotel.

What a fucking asshole. Who the hell did something like that?

He could claim he was being nice all he wanted—which is no doubt what he’d say if I brought it up—but he was clearly hitting on Chiara and staking some sort of claim.

Something was seriously fucked in his head if he thought I’d continue to let that slide.

We kept walking until we made it around the corner of the hotel and Chiara squeezed my hand.

“Okay, where are we going?” she asked, and I could hear the false note of intrigue in her voice.

She was trying to lighten the mood, to bring us back to our earlier excitement, and I forced myself to breathe through my frustration and annoyance.

When we finally came to a stop beneath a shady tree, I was in control of my emotions again and had forced that small confrontation from my mind.

Chiara raised an eyebrow when I didn’t say anything.

“So, what are we doing?” “This,” I answered with a smile.

She frowned and looked around. “What?” I tilted my chin toward the motorbike parked beneath the tree and she froze.

“Umm, what ?” I smiled. “I rented a motorbike for the afternoon, and I’m taking you on a ride, Angel.

You were never game enough to get on my bike as a kid—which is fair—but I want to take you now.

” She gnawed on her lower lip as she looked at it, and I could see her indecision.

“Hey,” I said, bringing her attention back to me.

I edged closer and tilted her chin up so I could trace her jaw.

“Do you trust me?” Her expression softened, her lips smoothing into a gentle smile and she nodded.

“Yeah, I do.” I felt a smile of my own on my lips and slowly removed my hand.

“Then come for a ride with me.” Pulling in a steadying breath, Ara nodded, and I leaned down to kiss her quickly before moving to the bike and handing her a helmet.

“Why did you tell me to wear a dress if you knew we were going on a bike?” I took my place on the bike and started it up before flashing her a grin.

“You’ll see. Climb on, tuck yourself in tight against me and hold on around my waist.” Ara had another moment of concern before she did as I ordered.

I waited as she bunched her dress up around her legs and tucked it beneath her thighs to prevent it from flying up.

The feeling of her pressed against my back was a relief, and when she gripped the sides of my shirt, I pulled her arms all the way around me and she shuffled closer, plastered to my back.

I ran through a few things with her, how to lean, which side to climb off and why.

And if she needed to stop for any reason, she could tap my stomach three times, and I’d pull over as soon as I could.

When I was sure she was ready, I kicked up the stand, checked for traffic in the mirrors and pulled away from the curb.

We rode for a good thirty minutes, taking our time along the coast, looking at the incredible views the island had to offer.

At first her grip on me nearly restricted my breathing, but before long she loosened up and I could her hear excited exclamations from behind me as we saw new sights around the island.

For practically the entire ride, I couldn’t stop grinning.

Having Ara on the back of my bike, trusting me to drive with her, was a gift.

I knew she’d been worried about riding on a motorbike, and to have her trust in this meant everything to me.

Another fifteen minutes later, I brought us to a stop beneath the shade of an enormous tree and turned the bike off.

Chiara climbed off the bike, wobbling a little after being on the bike for so long, and when she finally pulled off her helmet and looked at me, her face was glowing.

“Oh my god !” she cried. I laughed and stood up, placing her helmet on the seat and wrapping her in my arms. “I take it you enjoyed yourself.” “That was amazing, Flynn. Thank you for taking me for a ride. Thank you for helping me grow a little,” she said, her eyes shining bright.

Fuck, that look on her face… a man would crawl across broken glass to see that look every day.

“You’re more than welcome, Angel. I knew you’d enjoy yourself.

” She beamed and leaned up to kiss me, and I let it drag on for a long moment, enjoying the feel of her, the taste of her.

When we pulled apart, she dragged in a deep breath.

“Okay,” she said and stepped away. “So, what are we doing up here?” I moved to the bike and unbuckled the plastic tub I’d brought with us.

Turning back to face her, I smiled. “I thought we could have a picnic.” Her eyes went wide and then she grinned and did something of a skip-hop.

“Really?” Laughing, I took her hand and pulled her closer to the tree.

“Yes, really. I saw this out the window yesterday when we were on our way to The Sandy Bar we don’t want anyone to hear us,” I reminded.

My words caused her inner muscles to spasm around me, and I groaned.

“There you go, good girl. Now, ride me slowly,” I ordered, my breath shaky.

“But—” “Slow, baby. No one will know.” Chiara nodded and did as I ordered, slowly rocking her hips back and forth.

Fucking hell, the feel of her tight sheath rippling and gripping me was almost too much.

Slow fucks were good, but they were torture.

The build-up was slow, controlled, and I just wanted to bury myself in her hard and fast, not giving a single fuck as to who heard her screams of pleasure or saw us fucking like crazy.

The rhythmic sounds of footfalls suddenly registered and I gripped her hips hard.

“Stop.” Her lashes fluttered, and confusion creased her face.

“Why?” “Someone is coming. Just sit still.” She tensed, but she didn’t try to get off me, and I was grateful.

Her eyes were on me, and I watched the color in her cheeks grow deeper and her pussy contract.

“Do you like the thrill, Angel? Knowing someone is going to jog by us and see you on my lap but not know that my cock is buried deep inside you?” “Flynn,” she moaned softly, her hips circling slightly.

The footfalls were growing louder and I thrust my hips upwards sharply.

She sucked in a sharp breath, and I smiled at the way she barely kept silent.

“They’re almost here, baby. Someone is going to come right past us and think we’re sitting here having a nice, romantic picnic, and they’re not going to know that your tight little pussy is strangling my cock, trying to milk me for all I’ve got.

” Her eyes rolled back, her hips gyrating again and I gritted my teeth.

Fuck, she liked this a lot. My Chiara was not the good girl I originally thought she was.

Or at least, she wouldn’t be any more when our time together ended.

“Are you ready, baby? They’re coming,” I whispered, slipping a hand between her legs again to stroke her clit.

She made a strangled sound of pleasure as she tried desperately not to moan, and I watched her face as I continued to stroke her.

The jogger came around a bend then, earphones in, shirt sweaty from exertion.

With the way we were angled and the fact that we were on top of a small hill, I knew he wouldn’t be able to see Ara’s dress pulled down to reveal her breasts, and so I had no intention of covering her up.

It took him a few seconds to spot us, and I waved to him when he jerked his head in hello.

I circled Ara’s clit faster now, harder, feeling her pussy clench and tighten around me.

“He’s right there, baby, going about his day and he has no idea you’re about to come on my cock,” I said quietly, almost panting with the restraint it took to hold back.

“Flynn,” she moaned eyes closed and head thrown back.

“Come for me, Ara. Come on my cock where anyone could see,” I ordered, stroking her harder, faster, feeling her hips jerk against me as she lost the fight to stay still.

“That’s it, come, Ara. I want to feel your pussy drench my cock.

” She leaned forward and bit my shoulder hard as I felt her pussy clench around my dick like a fucking vice.

“Yes, good, Ara. You’re a fucking dream.

” I groaned and pressed my face to the side of her neck as my balls drew up and I came hard and fast. The jogger was almost gone now, but I didn’t miss the way he threw another look over his shoulder at us before he disappeared.

Yeah, okay, so he probably figured it out.

But I wouldn’t tell Ara that. She’d be mortified.

Besides, I highly doubted he would recognize us.

“He’s gone,” I whispered breathlessly, and she moaned again, louder this time, rocking her hips harder against me, riding out the waves of her orgasm.

Fucking hell. I dropped my head back against the trunk of the tree and struggled to draw a breath.

My gaze stayed on her, and I wanted to take a photo of her so damn bad.

She was sitting on my lap, dress spread around her, but her top was pulled down, exposing her breasts, and her cheeks were flushed with release.

Her head was tipped back, her long hair tumbling over her shoulders and back.

She was a fucking vision. “All these years and I never knew what I was missing,” I whispered shakily, soaking in the radiance that was her.

“Think we should have started up sooner?” she asked, laughing.

I groaned when her muscles clenched around me and grinned.

“Fuck yes, we should have, a long time ago.” “You know what the solution to that is, right?” she asked.

“What?” She grinned. “Maybe we do this some more off the island? Because there’s no way I can go back home to boring sex,” she asked with a shaky laugh.

And just like that, it was like someone threw ice water in my face.