Page 16 of Flynn (Foxy’s Rent-A-Date #4)

Chiara was interesting to watch any day of the week.

But watching her after giving her the security she needed to cut loose was fucking spectacular.

Ara hadn’t been one for drinking or acting out as a teenager.

She was one of the least rebellious teens in existence.

I’d never seen her drink back then and having been out of contact with her for so long after, I’d never seen her cut loose before.

Watching her tonight was definitely an experience.

A painful one for my straining dick trapped in my pants, but pleasant for the rest of me.

Tonight, I was her watchdog. I promised to watch over her and her friends, to make sure they all got home safe, to let her get a little wild.

Thank fuck I didn’t have to go to Ellis’s bachelor party.

I’d much rather watch the girls get drunk and get them home safe than deal with his bullshit all night.

I’d barely taken my eyes off Ara all night.

The little black dress she wore was driving me fucking crazy.

Kate was pulled away by another wedding guest, and Chiara’s eyes were on me, studying, weighing.

I wanted to know what the hell was going on behind her eyes, but at the same time felt it was safer if I didn’t.

I wanted her. Fuck, did I want her. But I wasn’t sure that was a good idea anymore, not after realizing we wanted different things.

My dick almost wept at the idea of never fucking her again, but Chiara’s heart meant more to me than what my body demanded of me.

Christ, it was hard to keep that in mind when she looked at me the way she was right now.

The moment a little smile tilted her lips, and she began walking over to me, hips swaying enticingly, that voice telling me to keep distance between us began to fade.

That was the power of this woman over me.

The heels she wore made her legs look longer than they were, and I had to drag my eyes from them as she got closer.

My lips quirked upwards at the slow smile on her face that looked equal parts innocent and seductive.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked when she stopped in front of me.

“Yes, but you should come dance with me,” she offered, leaning down to take my hand.

She hadn’t wanted to be around me all afternoon, and now she wanted me close after a few drinks?

Little alarms blared in my head that I’d likely regret it later, because she would.

I shook my head. “I’m not much of a dancer with this kind of music.

” Her gaze remained trained on mine as she searched my face, and I almost swallowed my tongue when she slowly stepped closer, putting her legs on either side of mine before she slowly lowered herself onto my lap.

My hands reached out immediately to hold her, to keep her from falling, but she was steady.

Fuck, I’d wanted to get my hands on her all afternoon, and now she was here, and I couldn’t have her.

She adjusted herself, and the sight of her straddling my lap did nothing to ease the ache in my pants.

Her dress had ridden up some but still covered everything important.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice gruff.

Her smile was slow and seductive. “Enjoying myself. Want to join me in that?” I shook my head, heart pounding.

“You’re drunk.” She shrugged. “No, just slightly buzzed, but I am having a lot of fun.” “I can tell,” I replied, stroking my thumb back and forth on her bare thigh.

Try as I might, it was impossible not to touch her soft skin, not with the way she was sitting on my lap.

“Want some water?” She shook her head slowly, reaching up to trace my jaw, her thumb brushing my bottom lip.

Fuck. “No, I don’t want water.” I was trapped in her dark gaze, lost in whatever spell she was weaving.

“What do you want?” She didn’t answer me, but her gaze dropped slowly to my mouth and locked there.

I swallowed hard, straining for restraint, but when she leaned closer, my restraint threatened to snap.

We were out in public, friends scattered everywhere…

this was all for show, right? This was just more of what we’d been doing this whole event.

The touch of her lips against mine caused an explosion somewhere in the back of my head, and I took control of the kiss almost immediately.

Sliding my hands up to her hair, I bunched the long, thick locks and kissed her deeper, harder, kissing her the way I’d wanted to kiss her all fucking day.

She moaned into my mouth, her tongue brushing mine, her hands sliding up my chest to undo the top two buttons.

I was beginning to lose myself, and it was only when she ground her hips down on me that I jerked back to reality.

Pulling away from her mouth, I buried my face in her neck and groaned but slid my hands to her hips to halt her movements.

“No, Chiara,” I whispered, wincing when everything in me wanted to scream yes!

I lifted my head to look at her and hated the shadow of hurt in her eyes.

She moved to climb off me and I gripped her hips harder to keep her there.

“Talk to me, Angel. This isn’t me rejecting you.

” “It feels like it,” she said, eyes sad.

I shook my head. “I want you. Tell me you know that.” She hesitated and shook her head.

“Right, only for the rest of the weekend though, right?” Impatience rose swiftly inside me, and I lifted her off my lap to stand on her feet, but I refused to let her go.

Taking her hand, I pulled her away from the booths and down a short hallway toward a darker part of the club.

It wasn’t totally concealed, but we were blocked from the dance floor.

I felt reasonably sure we had some privacy here.

The shadows were thick, but there was enough light that we could see each other.

“I want you,” I told her firmly, and Ara looked up at me uncertainly.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I crushed my lips against hers, my kiss bruising, punishing.

When I pulled away again, she was panting.

“Christ, I want you for more than just the weekend. But I can’t have you like that.

I won’t take you like that. She swallowed and shook her head.

“If you want me, then why—” “I just can’t.

You need to trust me on that. I want you, Angel.

When I say I want you, I’m not lying. I’m not trying to placate you or make you feel better.

It’s not telling you something just because I know you want to hear it.

For me, it’s a dark confession I’ve had for a long time, one I promised I’d bury.

” Her dark eyes searched mine and she frowned.

“You’re ashamed to want me?” Any chivalrous thoughts I’d tried to maintain to be a good guy for her were evaporating quickly.

No way in fucking hell could I let her leave here thinking I was in any way ashamed to want her.

“No, I’m not ashamed that I want you, Ara.

Never ashamed. Despite knowing that if I acted on my desires, I’d taint you.

I am not good enough for you, Ara. I am not good-hearted.

I am not forgiving. I am not generous. I am none of the good qualities you have.

And still, I want you, even knowing my involvement with you would be unforgiveable because it would slowly destroy all that good in you.

” She moved as if to push me away, but I refused to let her run away, refused to let her escape before she understood.

I kept her pinned to the wall and kissed her again, hard and fast, my hunger for her turning the kiss ravenous.

She met me with equal need, her desire feeding mine.

When I pulled away again, we were both panting.

“I don’t care,” Chiara finally said. “I don’t care that you don’t want me after the island.

” “It’s not a matter of want—” “Fine,” she cut in.

“I don’t care that you won’t let us have this kind of happiness off the island.

Maybe I’ll care tomorrow, but not now. What I do care about is that you and I had a deal, Flynn.

We had a deal that we could do this on the island, and we’re still here, and you’re not inside me.

” Her words erased every good intention I had in my head, sending some kind of explosion over me that blocked out any and all cares beyond this woman and what she wanted, right here, right now.

“Angel—” “Do you want me, Flynn?” I growled low as I tried to refrain from ripping her clothes off and taking her right now.

“Fuck, yes.” “Then prove it, right now. Prove you want me; make me believe it.” Sweeter words had never passed her lips, and I couldn’t have refused her had I even the slightest inclination to.

“I want you, Ara,” I whispered, leaning in to brush a kiss across her lips, loving the way she chased my lips as I pulled away.

“I want to kiss you until we both run out of air. I want to explore every goddamn inch of you with my hands and mouth,” I admitted, letting my hand trail down her waist, past her hips, down her thigh to the edge of her dress.

She swallowed hard as my fingers slid back and forth along the hem of her dress, tracing smooth skin, asking for permission without saying the words.

Her thighs parted ever so slightly, and I inwardly cheered.

“I want you as addicted to me as I already am to you,” I continued, slowly sliding my hand up her thigh.

Her hips rolled, urging me to move faster, but I held back, determined to use the last of my brain power to make her understand just how much I wanted her.

This wasn’t about a job anymore; it hadn’t been since the first goddamn second I’d lain eyes on her in that café.

“I want to taste every part of you so that you are forever engrained in my head, a craving I know I’ll never be rid of.

” My fingers grazed damp panties, and she gasped but rocked her hips for more.

I stroked between her legs and she moaned, her lids growing heavy, her teeth clamping down on that delectable lower lip.

“Every day, I want to feel your mouth on me, wrapped around my cock, my hands fisted in your hair while I fuck your sinful mouth.” My voice was gruffer now, my darker desires spilling forth without much thought, but the way her pupils blew wide and her breathing hitched told me she didn’t mind it one single bit.

Hooking her panties with my finger, I slid beneath them to find her slick and hot.

Her knees shook slightly, and I pressed her harder to the wall, teasing her clit, mesmerized by the way her mouth fell open in a silent cry.

“I want to memorize the feel of your curves and find every secret place on you that makes you pant and whimper for more, and I want to hear you beg me to stop, that it’s all too much.

But I won’t.” Her moan was deep and throaty, and when I slid a finger inside her scorching heat, she rolled her head back, eyes closed.

Fuck me , that was a sight I wanted to remember.

Sliding two fingers inside her, she cried out and I smothered it with my mouth, kissing her deeply, ravenously, desperately needing to get her off here and now.

She was already close, I could feel her inner walls clenching and fluttering around my fingers as I crooked them, dragging them across that sensitive place inside her.

“Flynn, I need more, baby. Give me more.” She wanted more?

I’d give her more. Jerking open my jeans, I shoved them down enough to release my cock and I stroked it quickly before sliding the head of it along her slick entrance.

Her breath left in a shaky shudder, and I groaned.

“I want to keep teasing, tasting, touching,” I told her with a grunt, desperate for more.

Yanking on her panties, I tore them down her legs and then lifted her into my arms, pressing her back against the wall.

She wrapped her thighs around my hips and arms around my neck, holding on as I kissed her hard and deep, rocking my hips against her wet pussy.

“Flynn,” she panted, letting her head fall back against the wall.

I positioned myself at her entrance and watched her face as I kept her on the precipice.

“Baby—” Slapping my hand over her mouth, I jerked my hips forward and sank into her hot channel.

Her muffled scream was music to my ears.

I fucked her harder, deeper, relishing in the feel of her again.

Fuck she felt so good, so hot and tight.

“I want you, Angel. I want to wrap my hand around your throat and fuck you until you’re a sobbing mess, until I’m the only real thing to you and you make me your everything.

” Her whimper was smothered behind my hand, and I grew harder at the sight.

“I want to fuck you everywhere, anywhere. I want to take you in a darkened cinema, in a bathroom at work. I want you under a table at a restaurant sucking my cock while I try not to give you away. I want you, baby.” Her pussy tightened around me, and I could feel my release building along with her, just out of reach.

“Come for me, Angel. Let me feel you come for me,” I whispered, needing to see her fall apart for me more than I needed my next breath.

Removing my hand from her mouth, I slid it between us to circle her clit in small, tight circles while I pounded in and out of her.

I watched as her eyes flew open and she used her own hand to muffle the sound of her strangled cry of release.

“Fuck,” I grunted, feeling her strangle my cock and bring about my own climax.

Burying my face against her neck, I let myself feel it, let myself sink into the feel of her hot body wringing every drop of cum from me.

Breathless now, I removed my hand from between us and continued rocking against her, not wanting to leave the haven of her body yet.

“Yes, there you go, Angel. Fucking beautiful,” I whispered, watching her gray eyes as she came down from the high.

Slowly, as her eyes came back to me, and I knew our stolen moment was coming to a close.

The moment I pulled out, I realized our mistake and I froze.

Ara stilled too and wiggled in my grip until I put her on her feet.

“Fuck—Ara, I… fuck, I’m so sorry, I forgot.

I never forget.” She didn’t say anything for a moment, and I began to worry.

“Are you on birth control? I’m clean, I swear to god I’m clean.

” “It’s fine, Flynn,” she said and shook her head.

“It’s not your fault. We were both kind of swept up in the moment.

I’m… I’ve got it covered. You don’t need to worry.

” “You sure?” I asked, finding it suddenly hard to breathe.

“I promise,” she assured, and when she continued to avoid my gaze, I tilted her face up with a finger beneath her chin.

Ah . I smiled slowly at the look on her face.

She had gone all shy on me again. “Fuck, when you look at me like that after what we just did, I want you all over again.” She swallowed hard and watched my semi-hard cock as I tucked myself away.

“Want to get out of here?” she asked, her voice shaky.

I desperately wanted that, but I had a job to do here.

I couldn’t leave Trev alone to handle the ladies.

“I want that more than anything else, but I promised to help look after the girls tonight.” She looked momentarily disappointed, and I loved that look.

“Right.” “Ara, are we good?” She smiled at me, but it wasn’t a real smile, not like the ones she’d given me before everything hit the fan.

“We’re okay, Flynn. You can only give me so much, and I’ve decided to accept it while it’s there.

Life’s too short for regrets, and I don’t want to regret missing time with you, even if you have put a limit on how much I’ll get.

” Shit. I knew she didn’t intend for her words to hurt, but they did.

I looked away and caught sight of a scrap of lace on the floor.

I leaned down to pick it up and Ara held out her hand.

Instead of giving them back, however, I tucked them into the pocket of my jeans.

“What do you think you’re doing with those?

” she asked, eyes wide. I smiled. “If you want them back, then you have to ask me nicely much later tonight when we’re back in our bed.

” I could see the indecision on her face, and I watched the shutters in her eyes even though she smiled at me.

“Okay, challenge accepted.” A small part of me cheered, while a much larger part hated these half-smiles.

But they were all my own doing. “Come on, we should get back out there,” I said.

Ara nodded and after checking her dress again, she ran her fingers through her hair and started off in front of me, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was fucking up in a major way in letting us continue like this.