Covered In Lace

chapter TWELVE

The next afternoon a taxi dropped Annie off at Lacey's cottage. She was a day earlier than they had scheduled and she hoped they could use the extra time to work on the new material Lacey had been talking about.

Soon as she came around the corner of the cottage, she wished she had called ahead to warn Lacey of her early arrival. Just a few feet away, Lacey and Flynn were sprawled across a quilt right on the lawn in the sun; naked, with Flynn thrusting between her legs.

Annie screamed and Flynn came up on his knees, disengaging himself from Lacey. Annie screamed a second time when she saw his full frontal and turned away, pressing her hands to her eyes.

Lacey rolled onto her side and jumped up onto her feet. She began running to hug Annie, never bothering to cover herself up.

“I can't believe you're here,” Lacey squealed with delight. She threw her arms around Annie and hugged her tightly.

“I guess I should have called,” Annie said, embracing Lacey.

Lacey pulled back and smiled at Annie. “Don't you worry about that,” she said. Movement on the lawn caught Lacey's eye and she turned to see Flynn walking toward them, a towel now tied around his waist.

Annie's eyes lifted to Flynn's. “Sorry about the interruption,” she said, her face pinking up with embarrassment.

“Welcome back,” Flynn said. “I'd give you a hug, but I'm guessing you'll want to take a pass.” He handed Lacey a towel and kissed her temple. “I'm gonna go shower.”

They both watched him walk away. The sunshine bounced off his muscled back, narrow hips easing side to side; both women signed at once, then turned and laughed at each other.

“Holy shit,” Annie finally said.

Lacey giggled. “I know what you're thinking,” she said. “But, please don't say it.”

“I thought Michael was...big,” Annie said.

“Oh, and you had to go and say it anyway!”

“How could I ignore that?” Annie said. “Jesus, he's huge!”

Lacey hooked her arm around Annie's elbow and brought her into the house, both laughing as they walked.

“At least now I know why you've been so giddy lately,” Annie said.

Lacey flopped down on the floral-patterned couch. “Giddy doesn't even begin to describe it,” she said.

“Your feelings for him run pretty deep, don't they?”

“I don't think I've ever felt like this,” Lacey said. “It's scary and euphoric, all at the same time.”

Annie sat down across from Lacey. “Do whatever it takes to make it work.”

Lacey came up on her elbows at looked at her. “What are you trying to say?”

“I know you, Lace. When something scares you, you run from it.”

“I don't want run from this,” Lacey said. “It feels too good.”





Two hours later, Flynn returned to Lacey's cottage for an early dinner. It only took him a few minutes to realize he wouldn't be required to speak. Soon after his arrival, the two women had slipped easily into their sisterly bond; teasing, laughing, and chatting endlessly; even finishing each others sentences.

Flynn smiled to himself and ate his cheeseburger in silence. It was obvious to him that any amount of his testosterone was no match for Annie and Lacey, once they were on a roll. His eyes bounced between them; both blond, blue-eyed and beautiful in their own way. But when his eyes landed on Lacey, his chest tightened and all he could think about was kissing her luscious mouth.

He finished his beer and set the mug beside his empty dinner plate. Then stood up from the kitchen table and kissed Lacey on the cheek. “Thanks for dinner,” he said. “I'll see you later.”

“We're heading over to the studio shortly,” Lacey said. “I don't know how long we'll be.”

Flynn nodded. “I know. It's time for you to go to work,” he said, then waved goodbye to Annie. “Have fun and try to stay out of trouble.”

A short time later, he watched Lacey back out of her driveway in the rental car. He knew it might be days before he saw the car parked again at her cottage – or days before he saw, touched, or kissed her. Their contact would be diminished to quick phone calls in between recording the new tracks to her CD.

He understood the process all too well. Lacey and Annie would temporarily move into the tiny apartment connected to the back of the studio. Meals would be sporadically brought in for them and sleep would be minimal, as would contact from anyone on the outside.

Flynn had seen it happen so many times with the bands that rented his studio. He knew when musicians were neck-deep in 'recording-mode', it was best to simply let them be, so as not to interrupt or distract them from the creative genius that coursed through their veins thicker than blood.

If he wanted to physically see Lacey, he'd have to settle for standing in the mixing booth with the studio manager and watching her record through the glass panel separating the two rooms. And maybe if he was lucky, he might time his visit right and she'd be able to take a break.

Lacey had been living in his cottage for nearly a month and this was the first serious attempt at recording she had done and he knew how important it was to her. It would drive him nuts not to spend time with her, but he also knew her work had to come first.



“Kenny, I'm ready to roll tape when you are,” Lacey said from inside the sound studio. She was sitting at the Baby Grand piano stretching her fingers, doing her best to ignore the nervous knot twisting her stomach.

“Okay, we're live,” Kenny said. “Go for it.”

Annie took a seat beside Kenny and watched Lacey through the double thick glass window in front of them. She saw her friend take a deep breath and close her eyes. It almost looked like Lacey's hands were trembling, as they hovered above the piano keys. And then she started to play; a rich, ambling intro of slurred melodic notes, each rolling over the other, like an ebbing tide. The music was hauntingly beautiful; the kind that lingers in your brain for days after you first hear it and fills your heart.

Her delicate fingers slowly slid from side to side across the keys. She hummed first; low and seductive, then brought in the lyrics, her voice growing stronger with each new phrase she sang over the music.

“An endless night,

Wrapped tight in your arms...

Have you ever imagined it could feel like this?

A touch so gentle,

I thought I'd die.

Did you ever imagine it could feel like this?

You kiss my mouth,

You touch my soul,

I never imagined it could feel like this.

Loving you was the furthest thing from my mind.

I never imagined I'd ever feel like this.”

By the time Lacey reached the second verse, both she and Kenny were sitting on the edge of their seats. The emotion in the song was palpable and when Lacey finished, she bent forward over the piano and began to sob.

“Please tell me you got all that,” Annie said to Kenny.

“Every last note.”

Annie stood up and hurried into the sound studio. She sat down on the piano bench beside Lacey and draped an arm around her shoulder.

“That was your best work ever,” Annie said. “So why are you crying?”

“It's not me,” she cried. “Maybe I've lost my edge.”

“Are you crazy?” Annie asked, sliding Lacey's long hair over her shoulder and onto her back. “It's a ballad, Lace, and it's beautiful. Did Flynn bring this out in you?”

Lacey nodded and turned on the bench seat to hug Annie.





It was day three of the recording session and Flynn couldn't stand it any longer. He needed to see Lacey, even if it was from behind a thick panel of glass. He arrived at the recording studio and parked his truck along the side of the building. He crossed the lot and entered through the front door, then walked down the hall toward, Kenny, the engineer's office.

He saw Kenny through the window of the door to studio B. He was sitting in front of a massive audio mixing console writing notes onto a pad of paper. Flynn opened the door and it silently shut behind him.

“Lacey told me she was laying tracks today,” Flynn said. “Thought I'd stop by and see how it was going.” He looked through the large window into the sound room and saw Annie embracing Lacey on the piano bench. “What's going on?” Flynn asked. “Why's she crying?”

Kenny handed Flynn a set of earphones, waited for him to adjust them on his head, then hit the playback button. Flynn listened intently, his eyes bounced back to Annie rocking Lacey in her arms. When the song ended he pulled the earphones off his head and left the room. A moment later, he entered the sound studio.

Lacey saw him walk through the door and pulled away from Annie, wiping the tears from her face.

“Annie, can I have a minute with Lace?” Flynn asked.

Annie nodded and stood up from the bench. Flynn waited until the door shut then stepped closer. Lacey's gaze was pointed at the piano keys; her hands folded in her lap.

He took another step toward her. “Kenny let me listen to your song,” he said softly. “It's beautiful.”

Her head tipped forward and her hands covered her eyes. Flynn moved behind her. His stomach pressed to the back of her head; his arms surrounded her, then he bent and settled his face into the warm curve of her neck.

“How long have you felt like this?” he asked, inhaling her scent.

“Almost since the first day.”

“Why didn't you say something?”

He eased her hands away from her eyes and kissed the wet pads of her fingers.

“I was afraid,” she said.

Flynn lifted her from the seat and turned her to him. He cupped her face in his large hands; his thumbs rubbed her jawline. He watched her blink; saw new emotion pooling in her brilliant blue eyes. His chest felt constricted; his lungs ached, like he had forgotten how to breathe.

He opened his mouth to speak and paused, holding onto the words because doing so kept him safe. But being safe wasn't how he wanted to live. Being safe meant the possibility of losing the woman that held his heart like no other ever had.

He swallowed hard and waited until her eyes held his.

“I love you, too,” he finally said.

She collapsed against him, hugging him as tightly as she could, desperately wanting to crawl inside him and curl up there forever.

“Did you write that song for me?” he asked.

“What I was afraid to say, came out in the song,” she said. She pulled back and touched his face; ran her fingers through his hair. “I told you, this material was very personal to me.”

“It sounds amazing,” he said.

“I'm scared to death of these feelings,” she whispered.

“Me, too,” he said, and set his cheek to hers. “But we'll figure it out together.”

He softly pressed his lips to her face and she shivered. She swayed in his embrace; his hold so tremendously gentle, as if he were holding something fragile like a Robin's egg and would protect it with his life. Then his mouth found hers and flashes of light exploded behind her closed eyelids.

“Can you take a break?” he asked.

Before she could answer he kissed her again and stole the breath from her lungs. His erection pressed into her lower belly. A moment later, he took her hand and led her down the hall toward the door to the outside parking lot. Annie stopped them on the way.

“I'll stay and lay the guitar tracks we talked about, Lace,” she said.

Lacey was unable to articulate a response. She managed a nod and let Flynn tug her to the door.

Flynn got Lacey to his truck and pressed her up against the cool metal. His mouth came down on her; hard and possessive, his tongue rubbing hers and her knees turned to jelly. His thumbs stroked over her beaded nipples protruding through the stretchy fabric of her tank top. He unlocked the drivers side door and helped her climb up inside; his eyes glued to the firm backside of her thighs and partially exposed bottom beneath her short, linen skirt.

As soon as the door closed on the truck cab, Lacey straddled him and their mouths fused again. Flynn hit the control to push back his seat. His hands gripped her ass, one perfect globe in each of his large palms. He held them firmly; massaging, his tongue dipping deeper into her mouth. He curled an index finger around the thin band of fabric at her hip and tore the thong free from her, tossing the tiny garment onto the passenger seat beside them.

She cupped his face and smiled. “Was that necessary?”

“It was in my way,” he said. He gripped the bottom of her butt and lifted her off his lap toward his mouth, then asked her to lean back.

She braced herself on the steering wheel and arched for him; elbows resting on the edge of the dashboard, her feet balanced on the seat beside each of his thighs.

“Good girl,” he said, and pressed a hot kiss to her inner thigh. He leaned forward and rubbed his cheek across the narrow strip of honey-blond hair just above her *. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal; feel the heat radiating from her swollen, wet lips.

He groaned against her skin and dragged his tongue through the soft valley between her hip joint and her p-ssy. His tongue and lips laid a wet trail around her p-ssy and her legs began to quiver. He heard her call his name; begging for more, and then covered her slick folds with his whole mouth.

She screamed out and pressed into him. His hands slid closer to her center. He slid his thumb inside her p-ssy; the long middle finger of his other hand applied gentle pressure against her back entrance, just barely breaching the opening. He swirled his tongue around her * and began sucking the hardened nub into his mouth; his fingers worked in and out of her and he felt her climbing higher. Her body pitched; her thighs clamped on his head, and she blew apart for him. He licked her through every last quivering quake, then let her slide off the steering wheel and land in his lap.

He waited until her head lifted and met his gaze; her face a sensual rosy pink from her orgasm, eyes half-cast and heavy with lust. He licked his lips and tasted her again on the tip of his tongue.

“I could devour you for hours,” he said.

“I can barely handle five minutes,” she said.

“Light-weight,” he chuckled.

Lacey swiveled her hips over his groin and Flynn closed his eyes; the grin on his face faded.

“Pull it out,” she said. “I want to sit on you.” Her fingers went to the buckle on his jeans. She undid the button and slid down the zipper. She watched as his cock sprang free. He gripped the shaft and rubbed circles with the head over her bud.

Lacey rose up on her knees and attempted to sit back on him, but Flynn stopped her.

“I don't have any condoms with me,” he said.

“I'm not worried, Flynn.”

Skin to skin sounded like bliss, but he wasn't sure it was the smartest thing to do. Too many 'what-ifs' to worry about. Lacey squeezed the back of his neck; her eyes pleaded, her pelvis rocked against the hard column of his cock.

“You'll take me bare?” he asked.

“I'm safe,” she said. “Aren't you?”

“Of course,” he said. “But I've always worn protection.”

Her fingers curled around his length and squeezed. Her eyes held his. She saw the hunger in him, felt it pulsing in her grip “Do you really want to wait?”

“F*ck, no.”

Lacey smiled. She came up on her knees again then sat back on him; taking him completely inside. The stretch he caused made her lean back toward the steering wheel; a little pain, mixed with so much more pleasure.

He held her by the hips and started rocking beneath her. She pressed her hands to the ceiling of the cab and held herself in place. His breath was hot on her throat, then moved down to her breasts. She pulled the fabric of her tank top up for him and heard him groan when he took a nipple into the heat of his mouth. Her hand went to the back of his head, holding him so close to her heart. His tongue lashing over her tiny peak made her entire body burn with need.

“Oh God, yes, more of that,” she said.

His thrusts went deeper, pushing her closer to the windshield, his mouth moved to the second nipple. He bit first, then sucked, drawing wide circles around the darkened center with his tongue. Her insides clenched and her legs began to tremble and Flynn plunged again.

Without the latex barrier she felt hotter; wetter, every ripple and flex of her was intensified and pulled him in deeper.

“Come all over my cock,” he said. “Like you did on my face.”

His lips nibbled across her chest and up onto her throat. He started sucking the skin just above the soft hollow “I want to feel it.”

He heard her whimper. Soon after, he felt the rhythmic pulses from the deepest recesses of her core gripping him; stroking him like no one ever had, and he was lost.

He pulled her hips forward, wanting the closest possible connection. Lacey lost her grip on the ceiling and fell back, her only support now being the steering wheel. The new angle allowed for deeper penetration and Lacey began to climb another peak.

With each thrust, Lacey slammed the horn, sending intermittent honking sounds echoing through the stillness of the parking lot.





Inside the sound studio, Annie smiled at Kenny. “Sounds like they didn't make it back to the house,” she laughed.

Kenny shook his head. “I've never seen him act like this,” he said.

“Like what?” Annie asked.

“It's hard to explain Flynn, but he's typically much more restrained.”

“New love will do crazy things to your brain,” she said.

“That's what I mean,” Kenny said. “Flynn isn't the type to stay with anyone long enough to feel something beyond lust.”

“Well, they're way beyond the lust stage,” Annie said. “Have you seen the way they look at each other? I'm surprised their clothes don't burst into flames.”

Annie laid her guitar in her lap and began warming up her fingers, running through several chords in quick succession.

“I remember when my husband and I first got together,” Annie said. “All we did was... you know, and it really didn't matter where we were, either.” She laughed at the memory. “We got caught more than once, too.”

Flynn's horn could still be heard inside the building and Kenny scratched his head. “Well, I'm not going out there to check on them, if that's what you're thinking,” Kenny said.

“I already caught them once this week, so I'm staying in here,” Annie said. “They're not hurting anyone. I think it's best if we just let them...finish.”

Kenny started chuckling. “How'd you manage to catch them?”

“I juggled my schedule and arrived a day early to work with Lacey, thinking I'd surprise her. Turns out, she and Flynn had a surprise for me instead. I found them stretched out on a blanket on the back lawn going at it in the middle of the afternoon. Although I was duly impressed, I really didn't need to see that much of Flynn.”

“You must be scarred for life,” Kenny said. “I know I'd be.”





“I need more,” Lacey panted. “Can you give me more?”

Her request thickened his cock; made it stretch longer. There was so much more he could give her – wanted to give her; levels of pleasure he wasn't sure either of them could handle or survive.

She lifted her head and looked at him; saw the dark mask of lust cloaking his strained facial features, and she lost the last thread of control she had over another orgasm. His next thrust shattered her. The sparks of euphoria tore through her and she screamed his name.

And then he erupted, sending hot blasts of himself inside her; binding her to him, saturating her with pieces of him. He knew she felt the deeper meaning behind it, too: his release inside her without the benefit of a condom. He could see the knowledge of it spread across her beautiful face. She sat still in his lap; quietly staring at him, her chest slowing taking in less labored breaths.

The darkness remained in his eyes, Lacey thought, as she tried to sit upright on his thighs. She wondered why, considering the intensity of their orgasms. She expected to see a more sated expression on his face. Instead, he looked just as tormented and hungry.

“I'm taking you home,” he said. “Annie will be okay for a while?”

She blinked several times. His question rang more like a statement or a command. She slid off his lap and adjusted her clothing. He had already started his truck and was pulling away from the building, without bothering to zip his pants. She could hear the loose gravel spitting out beneath his rear tires.

Flynn navigated the roads back to his cottage in record time. Silence filled the cab of the truck. The only sounds came from the tires on the pavement, screeching in the turns. When they finally came to a stop in his driveway, Flynn lifted her hand and pressed her knuckles to his lips. He kissed one knuckle lightly, his teeth raked across the skin, then nipped. Lacey flinched in her seat from the sudden pinch.

She looked at him and saw the fire. Her thighs began to dampen at the thought of what that fire might mean to her.

“Come inside with me,” he said. “I have a surprise for you.”

The need she heard in his voice made her womb clench.

He held her hand as they crossed the lawn to the back of his house; his pants now partially zipped. She waited while he unlocked the door, then took his hand again as he led her through the house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. He dropped her hand and walked into the adjoining bathroom. A moment later, she heard water filling the jacuzzi tub.

Her eyes scanned the room. She drew in a deep breath. The room smelled like Flynn; herbal pine with a hint of mint, and so completely masculine – right down to the dark shades of color splashed around the over-sized room. A very large bed with a thick, cobalt blue comforter and several burgundy colored pillows were the focal point in the room. The bed faced two wide windows that overlooked the lake. A window on a side wall gave him a view of her cottage and the lawn she thought, until now, was private. He entered the room just as that realization registered in her brain.

“It'll take a while for the tub to fill,” he said.

“You can see me when I sunbathe,” she said.

He stepped closer; a half smile curled his lips. “Only once,” he said.

“Only one time?”

His arms slid around her from behind and fanned on her lower belly. “Only one time that I allowed myself to watch,” he said, his voice so rough and sexual she nearly dissolved in his embrace. He spun her around to face him; his lips went to her throat, searing a path of heat up to her chin.

“What did you see?” she asked breathlessly.

The tip of his tongue curled over her chin and ran along her lower lip; his hands cupped her bottom and lifted her against him. “You spreading lotion all over your body.”

“Is that all you saw?”

He smiled against her lips. “No, that's not all I saw.”

Her fingers combed through his hair, then pulled on the ends, jerking his head so she could look at his eyes. “I was naked.”

“That's originally what caught my eye,” he said. His fingers smoothed over the roundness of her ass and disappeared beneath her short skirt, massaging her buttocks. One finger trailed the length of her crack. “Then I saw the most amazing thing.”

He bent her back in his arms, his fingers probing further; deeper. He found her so wet for him. Two steps had her pressed against the edge of his bed. He laid her down and pushed her arms over her head, then came up over her.

“Oh, my God,” she signed. Partly from the pleasure he was giving from the simple act of rubbing himself on her, but also from the visual he had planted in her head. “You saw me touching myself.”

“It was the hottest thing I've ever seen,” he said. His tongue dipped into her open mouth; sipping, teasing. “I stood in that window and watched until I couldn't take it.”

“Then what'd you do?”

He draped his leg over her thigh and opened her to him. His hand worked up her smooth thigh and cupped her sex. She was on fire. He slipped a finger between her wet folds and heard her breath catch.

“What'd you do?” she asked again, squirming against his fingers and licking her lips.

He kissed her; his fire matching hers. “I pulled my cock out of my pants and jerked off.”

“Right there?”

Flynn nodded. “I stood right there and got myself off. Made quite a mess, too.”

Lacey whimpered against his mouth. He had two fingers inside her now; pumping in and out; his thumb rubbed circles over her *. Rainbows of color began to make kaleidoscope patterns in her head.

“I wish I could have watched you do that,” she whispered, losing her grip, so very close to dissolving into thin vapors.

“For days after that, all I could think about was you touching yourself,” he said. “I couldn't get the images out of my head.”

“And jerked off?”

“Many times,” he said. He retracted one finger from her p-ssy and used the wetness on it to lubricate her back entrance. She jumped and Flynn eased her back onto the mattress. His finger pushed in just past the tight ring of muscle at the opening. “I'd love to take you here,” he said, flexing his finger. “Do you think you'd like that?”

Lacey felt the intrusion and the unexpected flare of heat that came along with it. His other digits continued to work their magic on her p-ssy and in seconds he had her arching into his fingers, needing more, and screaming his name when she blew to pieces beneath his very skilled touch. She covered her face with her hands, as he soothed her though the aftershocks. Then he stood up from the bed.

“Let me check the water,” he said.

Lacey was nearly paralyzed from her orgasm. She was still in the same position on the bed when he returned. He gently sat her upright and lovingly undressed her, then lifted her in his arms and carried her to the tub. Her sleepy body curled to him, her face rolling into the bend of his neck. He set her on the edge and eased her feet into the warm water.

“Feels good,” she said.

The tub sat against a wall with one large window offering the same view of the lake that could be seen from the bed. Candles displayed on spiraled cast iron pedestals were arranged around the perimeter of the tub but weren't burning.

He helped her down into the water and stepped back. She could see the outline of his erection straining against the zipper of his jeans. Her eyes rose to his.

“I've never done that,” she said.

Flynn tipped his head at her comment. He wasn't sure what she meant and stepped to a linen closet in the corner of the room and removed towels for her to use, then came back and set them on the tiled ledge around the tub. He handed her a facecloth and a bar of soap.

“I'll be back in a minute,” he said, and began to leave the room.

“I've never taken anyone like you're suggesting,” she said in a small voice.

He stopped and faced her, slowly wrapping his brain around her words. His cock flexed in his pants.

“Never?” he asked.

She shook her head.

His smile was slow. He wasn't sure if her answer should have pleased him as much as it did, but the thought he could be her first made his balls ache.

“Take your bath and then I'll show you the surprise.”

Flynn gave her several long minutes to soak in the water. He wanted her as relaxed as possible for what he had planned, but the wait for him was agony. He was taking a chance with this plan. Taking a chance by exposing the darker side of his needs to her and leaving fear where he only wanted there to be love. The last thing he wanted was for her to run away from what he hoped would be the hottest most exquisite pleasure either of them had experienced. He wanted that for her; wanted it for himself, and he wanted her to be the one he experienced it with.

Lacey looked into the bedroom from the tub. She saw his shadow moving around in there. She heard closet doors opening, then shutting; things being moved. Every moment that passed, her anxiety grew; as did her arousal. She was so turned on, she wanted to touch herself beneath the water. She could get herself off so quickly, just on the thought of what he might have planned for her.

When Flynn finally returned to the bathroom, he was naked and fully aroused; his enormous erection jutting straight upward from his groin. He climbed into the tub and pulled her onto his lap.

“Is this part of your surprise?” she asked.

“Nope, just making sure you're properly cleaned.”

He took the facecloth and began rubbing it across her back, down the length of her spine, then back up over her shoulders and down between her breasts. She watched him as he washed her, so focused and purposeful. She arched when the rough fabric came across her nipples. His eyes lifted to hers.

“I love you,” she said, her water-wrinkly fingers traversing his face.

His pupils flared, softened to warmth, then turned molten hot. He leaned forward and brushed his lips to hers. “I love you, too,” he whispered.

Steam from the water swirled around them. His mouth still hovered over hers, their breaths mingling; taunting. A quick flick of her tongue against his upper lip and the fuse was lit. Below the water, his fingers moved between her legs; one hand in front, the other hand slid down her crack and was applying a sweet pressure to her anus.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

“Here? Like this?”

He chuckled against her mouth. “No, baby. Not in the tub,” he said. “I'm going to take you to my bed and we'll play there.”

Flynn helped her to her feet beside the tub and dried her with the towel, stopping long enough to lick and suck both her nipples. He stood up straight, his eyes locked with hers. His thumb skimmed over her lips right before he bent to take her mouth. It started gentle but flared so quickly Lacey swayed on her feet. He braced her against him and took another towel, quickly drying himself, then tossed it on the floor beside the tub.

He turned her putting her back to his chest and folded the ends of her towel at her breasts, then covered her eyes with his hands and slowly began walking her forward into his bedroom.

She smelled the scent of burning candles first, something floral; lily she thought, and smiled. She loved lilies – and she loved the man pressed up against her. He stopped and lifted something from the arm of a wooden chair.

“No peeking,” he said beside her ear. Then she felt a strip of silk coming across her eyes and being secured tightly behind her head.

“Can you see?” he asked.

“Not a thing,” she said.

Her fingers inched down his chest and into the soft, curly hair surrounding his erection. She felt it pulse against her palm and closed her fingers around it.

“You'll have plenty of time for that later,” he said. “Right now, it's all about you.”

He led her to the bed and stopped beside it, then untied the towel. He watched it fall to the floor and circle her feet, then his eyes dragged up her body. His fingers danced over her throat, across her collar bone; between her breasts. Her head fell back over her shoulders; a soft moan escaped her lips.

He bent, his tongue darting out and licking a hardened nipple and pulling back.

“Suck it,” she said.

“I will when I know you're ready.”

He placed several heated kisses across her chest, walked around to her backside; laying more kisses on her shoulders and down her spine. He dropped to his knees and kissed her bottom, rubbing his face on her warm flesh. He used his hands to spread her cheeks; his tongue dipping inside and running the length of her crack.

Lacey swayed forward and Flynn gripped her hips holding her in place, tasting more, probing with this tongue. Then he spun her around and laid a trail of hot kisses from her belly button down to her moist folds. He separated her lips with his tongue and licked and tasted every spot except her *. She was dying, so close she was losing her mind.

“Let me watch,” she said, her fingers roping through the strands of his hair.

“No, baby. Right now you feel,” he said. “That's all I want you to do.”

His hands slid lower onto her thighs. His thumbs spread her lips and they both moaned. He blew cool air over her sex and Lacey bit her bottom lip.

“You are so wet for me,” he said. His tongue stole a quick taste. “So creamy.”

Her knees wobbled and she braced herself with her hands on his shoulders.

Flynn knew it would only take one suck of his mouth on her * to have her unraveling all over his face, but it was too soon; too easy.

He pulled away and stood up in front of her. The full length of his engorged cock tapping against her lower belly.

“Lay down on the bed for me, face first,” he said, helping her with her footing.

A shiver ran through her. How far would he want to go, she wondered. How far did he expect her to go? She got on her hands and knees before laying out flat.

“Flynn....I”

A breath later, he was straddled over the back of her thighs. He stretched her arms over her head and leaned in close to her ear. “No pain – only pleasure.”

And then his long fingers began rubbing over every muscle in her back, leaving her breathless. She was almost asleep, when she felt his mouth replace his hands and a whole new set of sensations started building inside her. By the time his lips made it low enough to caress her butt, she was ready and primed all over again.

His tongue licked the crease beneath her perfect globes, then tracked up through the crack to the small of her back. He rolled off to lay at her side, his fingers filling the space his tongue had just been; his face to hers resting on the pillow.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. His large hand massaged one buttock, then squeezed with force. Lacey grimaced at the sudden pain and attempted to pull away.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “That hurt.”

He tugged her back to him; his hand still gripping the flesh of her ass. “Do you trust me?” he repeated.

“Of course I trust you,” she said.

“Enough to let me tie you up?”

“I suppose so.”

His hand released, then smacked down firmly on her warm flesh. Again she flinched on the bed.

“Flynn...”

His lips nuzzled hers. “Baby, concentrate on the warmth that comes after the burn.” His hand delivered another hard slap to her bottom and this time a soft humming noise passed her lips; her heated breath brushed his face. His hand rubbed a circle and swatted her again, then moved to the other butt cheek. His mouth took hers for a heated kiss, nipping licks that made them both crazy for more. Several additional swats had turned both her ass cheeks a beautiful shade of pink.

Flynn kissed her shoulder, ran his tongue over the skin, then lightly bit her. Lacey sucked in a breath. He moved lower, kissed the flesh to the side of her spine and laid another sweet nip.

“Can you feel the heat that follows?” he asked, his fingers teased the length of her crack and settled between her thighs.

“Yes, I can.” Her voice was a breathless whisper.

His fingers dipped into her pooling wetness and this time he was the one that groaned. He smiled against her back and slipped a finger inside her.

“Hmmm, baby, you're so hot,” he said.

He dragged the liquid silk from her p-ssy and circled the tiny back entrance and Lacey began to squirm. His mouth kissed the reddened skin on her bottom and moved lower still. He eased two fingers into her p-ssy and Lacey's head lifted off the mattress; his tongue tickled her crack.

“You want to come, don't you?” he asked, pushing his fingers deep, then withdrawing and slipping them back inside her warmth.

“Yes, Flynn!” she pleaded. “You're torturing me.”

Her sigh was angry when he withdrew his fingers. He came up over her; the heat of his cock pulsing against her spine. “I want to tie you up first,” he said beside her ear; his tongue curling around the shell of it.

He took one of her hands and stretched out the arm. A moment later, a piece of cloth was cinched around her wrist, connecting her arm to the antique brass headboard of his bed. He repeated the process to her second arm, tested the strength of her restraints, then rested his weight on her backside. His arms caressed hers; the strong fingers gliding over her skin down to her ribs. He pressed his face in the bend of her neck.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Horny,” she replied.

Flynn laughed at her comment and moved lower. He took an overstuffed pillow and propped it beneath her hips, elevating her rear end for him and putting her on full display.

“You're enjoying this seduction aren't you?” she asked, with just a hint of annoyance in her tone.

“Immensely,” he said. “But you'll be rewarded, long as you behave.”

Lacey attempted to turn around to protest his authority, only to realize the scarves tied at her wrists prevented her from moving much at all.

His hand swiftly delivered another slap to her butt. “Try that again and I'll restrain your legs, too.”

A shiver shot through Lacey. She had never been so fully controlled by a man, had never allowed them such complete access to her. The thought had always scared her but under Flynn's touch, all she felt was arousal. She couldn't remember ever feeling this sensual or womanly. The visual of her most private parts being so open to Flynn 's gaze and touch had her aching for him, wondering what he might do to her next, and she loved it. And she also loved the blindfold covering her eyes. It forced her to use her other senses to heighten her pleasure.

She felt him roll off the bed and instantly missed his warmth surrounding her. The room was quiet and with each passing second, fear began to seep into her.

“Flynn?” she called to him.

“Yeah, baby?” he touched her head, reassuring her he was there.

“You're not going to hurt me, are you?”

He cupped her face in his hand and kissed her mouth. “I promised pleasure,” he said. “And I'm a man of my word.”

He knelt between her parted thighs, massaged them with his hands, then spread them wider; exposing even more of her to his hungry eyes. Her moist folds and tiny rosebud nestled between her cheeks made his mouth water and his cock twitch.

“My God, you're beautiful,” he said.

He pressed his lips to one hip, then moved over the perfect roundness of her butt, licking circles, and slipping into her crack. His fingers moved lower, sinking into the slick honey at her center.

Lacey gasped when his tongue replaced his fingers. Her hands began clenching at the sheets and comforter. She was on the edge of unraveling, so close to insanity, and then he stopped.

“Flynn, please!”

A moment later, a humming noise could be heard, as a vibrator was rubbed between her soaked lips. Lacey arched off the bed, partially startled by the new sensation, but also overwhelmed by the higher level of arousal ripping through her; making her body sweat. And then he pushed the vibrator inside her, working it in and out, so very slow, she thought she'd die.

Flynn nipped at her butt, then sucked the skin. His tongue flicked into her crack again and teased her anus. She shuddered beneath him. She was teetering right on the brink, but he wasn't ready to let her crash over just yet. His own need for release was becoming painful to hold off; his cock bounced between his legs in anticipation. He feared the slightest touch would have him shooting long before he wanted to.

He ran his index finger between the lips of her sex and coated the digit, then swirled it once over her swollen *. Lacey screamed out, pulling back on the scarves connecting her to the headboard.

“Damn it, Flynn!”

He rose up on his knees and removed the vibrator from her p-ssy and set it on the bed. The head of his cock took its place, pulsing there, but not entering. He slipped the broad crest just inside and felt her clamp around him. His finger slid up and pressed at the opening of her anus. Inch by inch, he slowly eased the finger deeper. Lacey fought her restraints to push back on his cock, to take him fully inside her p-ssy, but Flynn held her off.

His free hand wrapped around the front of her hip. Two long fingers paralleled each side of her *; pushing forward then pulling back, using a minimal amount of friction.

“I need more!” she said. “Give me more!”

Watching Lacey reaching for that orgasm; begging for it, had Flynn coming unhinged. He could feel the first sparks of release licking at his balls, lifting and tightening them between his legs, almost to the point of pain. His pushed his finger deeper inside Lacey's anus; retracted it, and added a second finger. She whimpered at the additional stretch but didn't dispute the entry. He rewarded her by increasing the pressure rubbing alongside her throbbing bud and feeding her another inch of his cock.

He bent over her; resting his face between her shoulder blades. A thin layer of sweat coated her skin. He licked at it and tasted the salt, driving his fingers deeper inside her butt. The heat of her surrounding his fingers and cock was almost more than he could take. He was so ready, he was afraid to move.

He tipped his fingers inside her back entrance and felt her spasms start. He added direct stimulation to her *, eased a few more inches of his cock into her, and like a flash of light she exploded beneath him, the strength of it had her shaking. Her cries were muffled in the mattress.

Flynn leaned forward and untied the scarves at the headboard and then pulled off the blindfold covering her eyes. He cradled her against him, her backside to his chest; his arms surrounding her completely, and kissed her shoulder. It took long moments for her breathing to slow and he patiently waited. Finally her fingers fanned on his muscled thigh. Her touch made his cock flex against her bottom.

“You didn't come,” she said.

“Not yet,” he said.

His hand rubbed across her still sensitive breasts and onto her belly, then dropped lower; his fingers drawing broad circles through her wetness. He had her arching in his arms in a matter of a heartbeat. His hips pulled back and the width of his cock separated her crack. His tongue was teasing her ear. His breathing was raspy and hot against her neck.

“I want you back here, Lace, where my fingers were,” he said. “Will you let me take you like that?”

Lacey turned her head to see him. “I'm not sure I can, Flynn. You're so big.”

“Only pleasure,” he said. “Remember, I promised you that.”

She rolled onto her back and touched his face, ran her fingers across his jaw; down his throat. She saw the hunger in his eyes, and she also saw love; complete and utter love poured from him. No man had ever looked at her like this. Ever.

“Truth is, I've never done that,” she said, with a slight lift to one shoulder.

“You said that earlier, but I wasn't sure I'd heard you right.”

“Are you disappointed?” she asked.

“You could never disappoint me.”

He pulled her mouth to his and kissed her. Deeply. A soul melting kiss, that blended more than just their tongues. He kept the connection with her lips and lifted her thigh; holding it in his palm and wedged himself behind her. His cock sank into the perfect warmth of her p-ssy and he moaned into her mouth.

“I'm willing to try,” she said, pulling back from his kiss. “But no promises you'll fit.”

Flynn laughed against her lips. “You make me sound larger than life.”

“In a lot of ways you are.”

He draped her leg over his thigh and pulled his cock out of her p-ssy, then pressed the head against her tightly clinched rear entrance. His fingers went back to her slick folds and used some of the moisture to lubricate her anus.

He took her mouth again, felt Lacey sigh into his mouth and her body relaxed. His fingers swirled around her * and slid into her p-ssy; slowly working her toward yet another orgasm.

Behind her Flynn's hips eased forward, gently breaching the firm ring of muscle just inside her opening. Her flinch was subtle, but the hunger in his kiss and the pleasure his fingers supplied on her * had her relaxing again in seconds.

“Push out for me, baby,” he said, and held his breath until he felt her muscles react. He slid another inch inside; so tight and hot, he almost climaxed. He paused his movement and exhaled. He needed to go slow and be controlled. His middle finger rubbed her * and Lacey whimpered. Two more inches, then three; she was taking him and a smile curled his lips. His hips rolled forward; he was almost completely inside, so snug, he'd never been held like this.

“My brave, sexy woman,” he whispered, his tongue stroking hers. She thrust back on him. The sudden, tight stroke of her across the length of his shaft pushed him all the way inside. His breath caught and he lay still; embracing her, afraid to move, nervous he'd come, and fearful the stretch was hurting her.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Your fingers are going to make me come.”

Her words made his cock pulse. He could shoot right now without ever thrusting. She was burning up around him. His fingers worked faster, dipping inside her p-ssy and pumping. She spread herself wider for him and arched, their mouths separated, but still close enough to feel the heat of their breaths. He watched her eyes glaze, as he started to pull back and thrust back inside.

“You feel so good,” he sighed. His other hand cupped her breast; his thumb and index finger pinched hard at the peaked nipple in the center. A spark of pain registered in her beautiful eyes, then turned to pure lust. She rolled against him; climbing higher, closer to an orgasm with an intensity she didn't think possible, and her p-ssy started contracting. He could feel her muscles flexing all around his cock; so deep inside, stroking him, and he lost his mind.

Her eyes told him she was crashing; the waves of her orgasm carrying her away. He was right there with her, holding her tightly, as he exploded like he never had before. In that pure moment of release he knew they were bound forever. She was his and he was hers and nothing would separate them.

Forever. It had a beautiful meaning to it.

He held her through the aftershocks, then eased from her body and turned her to him, hugging her to his chest. He kissed her forehead, his breathing rough and ragged.

“Baby, I love you,” he said. “So much.” He felt her tremble and tipped her head to see her face. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

She shook her head, unable to articulate what she was feeling.

“Then what's wrong?” he asked, his fingers stroked her cheek. He watched her blinking and the tears building in her eyes. His heart tightened, as fear washed over him. He had pushed her too far and now she was scared. He rolled back a bit on the pillow and rubbed his forehead.

“That was really rough,” she finally said. Her voice so soft he hardly heard it.

“It doesn't have to be,” he said, almost sounding like an apology. “I can give you tender all day, if that's what you need.”

Lacey shook her head; a small smile formed on her face. “I wasn't complaining,” she said.

One of his large arms scooped her closer. “You liked it,” he said with a sigh of relief.

She touched his face. “I've never been with anyone like you,” she said. “You set-off something inside me that I can't explain, something I didn't know was there. I liked it. A lot.”

Flynn rubbed his nose to hers and lightly kissed her lips. “Remember what I said to you in Boston? I told you us together could be dangerous. I felt it when we first kissed. There was a fire in you that I knew would draw something out in me – needs I thought best I kept hidden.”

“I'm glad you showed that part of yourself to me and I was able to explore that side of myself with you.”

“Plenty more where that came from,” he said.

“I've always had to be the assertive one, the one going after the gig or pushing the band to rehearse. You name it, I always felt like I had to be the one in the driver's seat. I wanted it to be different in bed. I wanted someone else to take charge. In the end, I found myself asking for more, but my partners were incapable of giving it.”

Flynn eased her onto her back and came up over her, resting his weight on his elbows. “I'll give you anything you want, Lace.”

She smiled up at him; her fingers curled over his broad shoulders. “Meeting someone as wild as you in the hills of Massachusetts was the last thing I expected.”

“What did you expect: a colony of Pilgrims?”

His comment made her laugh and she slapped at his chest. “I certainly didn't expect to meet a BDSM expert.”

“Expert? I don't think so,” he said. “I'm more of a novice; someone that appreciates the fine art of a good spanking.”

“A dungeon master in training?” she teased.

“And you'll be my prized student.”

The smile on Lacey's face faded. Her hands cupped the back of his neck. “Do you know some more tricks?”

Her question had his cock hardening between them. “Your eagerness is a total turn on.”

She arched her brows. “I can tell.”

“I'm honored to have your trust.”

“You make me feel...safe. Protected.”

“I'd protect you with my life,” he said. “And having the trust of your partner and good communication skills with this is key. It will ensure maximum pleasure for both of us.”

“Lesson one was quite pleasurable,” she said. “When can we start on lesson two?”

Flynn's cell phone began ringing on the table beside his bed. He reached for it and frowned when he saw the caller I.D. After several rings, he answered it.

“What can I do for you, Emma?” he asked.

“Is Lacey with you?” Emma asked.

“Yeah, she is,” Flynn said, his eyes roving over Lacey's partially exposed form beneath his sheets. “Why?”

“Russell says she's not picking up her phone.”

“She's been a little...tied up,” he said, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice.”What does Russell want with Lacey?”

“The house band had to cancel for this weekend. Russell wants to know if Lacey would like to fill in.”

“I guess that would be her decision,” Flynn said. “Would you like to discuss this with her?”

“No, thanks!” Emma said with too much emphasis. “Just pass along the message. If she's interested, have her call Russell.”

Before Flynn had a chance to respond, Emma disconnected the call. He tossed the phone back onto the table. He didn't appreciate Emma's tone. She didn't typically talk to him with such a bitchy attitude, but then again, their recent conversations had veered onto a completely different path since Lacey had taken a significant role in his life.

“What's going on?” Lacey asked.

“House band canceled for this weekend at O'Sullivan's,” he said. “Russell wants to know if you'd fill in for them.”

Lacey pushed herself to a sitting position against the headboard. “I guess I could do that,” she said. “I'll ask Annie if she'd like to join me, but why is Emma delivering that message to you?”

“Russell tried calling you, but you didn't answer your cell,” he said. A sensual smile curled his lips. His fingers pulled the sheet away from her, baring her breasts to him. “I told Emma you were tied up.”

Lacey laughed. “Literally and figuratively.”





It was dark when Annie and Kenny emerged from the sound studio. Annie finished recording several guitar layers and some background vocals to add to Lacey's vocals and piano. Both she and Kenny were pleased with the work and hoped Lacey would agree. Kenny would mix the final cut over the few next days.

Kenny walked beside Annie out to their parked cars and waited while she dug inside her purse for Lacey's car keys.

“Shit. I don't have the keys to Lacey's car,” she said.

“I can drive you to Lacey's,” Kenny said.

“Is it out of your way?”

“Not at all,” he said, and opened up the passenger door of his Jeep for Annie. “Besides, I'm guessing the last thing you want to do is call Flynn and ask him to come get you.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “They're probably still busy screwing.”

Kenny pulled out of the parking lot and turned toward Lacey and Flynn's cottages. “You may want to call and give them a 'heads-up' you're on your way – just so you don't get another surprise.”

“I'm not sure a phone call will matter, but I'll do it,” Annie said. She pulled her cell phone from her purse and dialed Lacey's number. “Hmmm, she's not answering.”

Kenny reached for his cell phone and dialed Flynn's number, then handed Annie the phone. “Flynn always has his phone nearby,” he said. “No matter what he's doing.”

On the fifth ring, Flynn picked up.

“Kenny, what's going on?” Flynn asked.

“It's Annie,” she said. “I wanted to let you know I'll be back at the house soon. Kenny's driving me.”

“You're not using Lacey's car?” he asked.

“In her haste to leave, she forgot to give me the keys.”

“Sorry about that,” Flynn said.

“Will I see you when I get back or are you two in bed for the night?” Annie asked.

“We're actually at my house right now,” he said. “But I'll make sure Lacey is dressed and next door by the time you get there,” he said.

“Dressed would be nice,” Annie said.

Flynn said good-bye and ended the call, then rolled back against Lacey. He pressed his cheek to the soft strands of hair curled over her collarbone and inhaled.

“Was that Annie?” she asked.

“They're done at the studio,” he said and kissed her throat. “Kenny's driving her because you forgot to leave her your keys.”

“Ooops, you're right,” Lacey said. “I guess my head was elsewhere.”

Flynn made a humming noise against her skin.

“Come on,” she said, patting his back. “We have to get up.”

“I'm already up.”

“I know and regretfully I'm going to have to take a pass on that – for now,” she said.

Lacey stood up from his bed and took her discarded clothing from the corner chair and pulled it on. Flynn watched her dressing from the bed, his legs still tangled in the sweat dampened sheets. She sensed he hadn't moved and turned to look at him. Tanned chest, muscled stomach, and one whole leg exposed right up to his groin. The sight made her breath catch. She walked to the side of the bed and bent over him for a kiss. Her hand slipped beneath the sheet and squeezed his erection. The kiss she gave him was sweet but filled with the promise of something dirty to come later. She started to pull away and his hand gripped the back of her neck.

“Say it again,” he said.

Her pupils flared at his suggestion and her cheeks flushed. Her fingers grazed over his cheek, then she pressed her lips beside his ear.

“I love you,” she whispered, the softness of her voice made him groan.

Quick as a breath, he flipped her onto her back and put her beneath his muscled body. His hips pitched forward and rubbed the heavy girth of his cock against the front of her skirt. His lips caught hers, brushed them; soft like rose petals, then his tongue teased the corners and the plush ridge before covering her mouth completely. Finally he broke the seal and lifted himself up a bit to see her face. His gaze was strained with emotion; heavy with lust.

“I love you, too,” he finally said, and kissed her again.

“I feel so lucky,” she said.

“Feeling is mutual.”

Lacey spanked his bare butt. “Come on, cowboy. You need let me up so I can go home and greet my house guest.”

“I thought you wanted lesson two?”

“I'm eager to learn all your lessons, Flynn, but not tonight,” she said. “I'm going to fix a late dinner for Annie. If you'd care to join us, shower and come on over.”

“That would mean I'd have to get dressed.”

“Yes, it would,” she giggled. “The last thing Annie needs is another look at your big boner.”

“That wasn't my fault,” he said, and slid off the bed.

“I know, but maybe we could try not to traumatize her anymore while she's here.”

“Okay, but that's not nearly as much fun.”