Page 60 of Coming Up Roses

FLYNN

I finish buttoningmy shirt and smooth my hair, then immediately mess it up again. Smoothed-down hair just doesn’t look right on me.

I slip on my nicest pair of boots, the ones I keep for nights like this, grab my phone and wallet and head up the drive towards the main house.

The sun is just dipping behind the hills and everything is golden, the sky lighting up red and orange.

As the house comes into view, my breath catches at the sight of Abi’s car parked beside Dallas and Olivia’s utes.

Things between us have been completely normal since Saturday, not that I’ve seen Abi much. It wasn’t even on purpose. But, even on Saturday things were fine between us, despite my actions trying to make everything super weird.

My head was spinning all day about Abi living in my house. Sure, I haven’t lived there for years and I don’t want to live there anytime soon, but to know she’s in there … it threw me, even more than the making out and hand jobs we’d given each other the night before. Is what I did to her even called a hand job?

I shake the thought off as I step up onto the porch. I’ve got to keep my head screwed on. Now is not the time to be thinking about giving Abi orgasms.

I’m the last one to arrive and when I step into the kitchen there’s already noise and chaos everywhere. I barely have the chance to register the people in the room before there’s a loud yelp in my direction.

“Flynn!” Sadie races across the room and leaps into my arms. “Hey, sprout,” I say and she beams at me as she wraps her arms around me. She’s like a little koala and I love it.

“Are you going dancing too?”

“Sure am,” I reply. Sadie pouts. “What’s that face for?”

“Dad said I can’t go.”

“Oh, well we’re going to be out pretty late. But how about we teach you the steps and we can do our own dancing?”

“Okay! Now?”

“Um.” I rub at the back of my neck. “Maybe tomorrow, after I’ve learned them myself.”

“I thought you knew how to dance.”

I do. But I can’t remember line dancing steps. I can pull off a pretty stilted waltz and when it’s just music and a dance floor with no required choreography I can hold my own. But I can’t retain dance steps in my memory, no matter how many times I learn them.

“If you wait until tomorrow then we can all teach you,” Katie interjects. “We’ll go and learn tonight, then you’ll get five teachers, instead ofjust Flynn.”

“Does that mean I’ll be the best? If I have more teachers?”

Katie laughs and tugs at one of Sadie’s braids. “Sure, kid. Come eat your dinner.”

Sadie wriggles out of my arms and drops to the floor, dashing back across to where Violet is placing a plate of food onto the table for her.

Once Sadie isn’t occupying all of my attention I finally have a chance to take in everyone else. Violet; in her usual jeans and t-shirt, dark hair pulled back in a plait as she oversees the dishing up of food. Olivia; wearing light-wash jeans and a yellow button-up shirt that’s tied at the waist. Her hair—the same colour as Violet’s except without the traces of grey—is long and loose down her back.

Katie is wearing a denim miniskirt with knee-high boots and a low-cut, draped tank top thing. I don’t exactly know what it’s called, but it looks incredible on her. If she wasn’t one of my best friends I’d definitely think she’s hot. Dallas certainly does. I can tell by the way his gaze keeps snagging on her even while he’s trying to pay attention to what Olivia is saying.

Then my eyes land on Abi and I nearly choke on my breath. She’s wearing a white dress under a denim jacket, a pair of soft brown cowboy boots on her feet. The dress has a low neckline and her tits are full and lush under the fabric. The skirt swishes around her legs as she walks and there’s some kind of stitching detail on it, but I can’t tell from across the room.

Our eyes meet as my gaze travels back up her body and she gives me a wary smile, like she’s not sure how I’m going to react to her being here. I grin and the wariness melts from her expression, leaving behind a burning stare.

Not thinking about giving Abi orgasms suddenly becomes really, really hard. Like something else that’s hard. Nope, not thinking about hard things. It becomes difficult not to think about giving her orgasms when she’s wearing that dress though.

“You getting a plate, Flynn?” Olivia calls across the room and I realise everyone else is sitting down at the huge timber table in the middle of the room. There’s a formal dining room in this house too, but we never use it. Violet prefers to keep us in the comfort of her kitchen, and considering half my childhood memories happened sitting at this table I don’t mind at all.

“Uh, yeah. Bathroom first,” I stutter, then hustle out of the room. I head for the bathroom and spend several minutes glaring at myself in the mirror, willing my dick to go down.

Fucking Abi with my hand and her jerking me off on Friday night was incredibly hot, but I’m still not convinced a repeat is a good idea.

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