Page 100 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
Jackie is the best feeling in the world.
She clamps down on my dick, her whole body frozen while she contracts around my wet cock. I thrust once, twice more until my own orgasm hits, grinding myself into her, trying to hammer my way inside her, just like she has into my heart.
Twenty-Nine
Mission Complete
Jackie
My head restsagainst the barn wall, my face tilted up. Dust particles dance in the beams of light shooting through the barn doors, like a meteor shower in space. We’re both breathing hard, sweating from exertion. The smell of sex and perspiration mixes with hay and horses. I think of all the sex scenes set in barns from my cowboy romances. That plus the image of Flynn on his horse earlier and my inner walls clamp down on Flynn in an aftershock of pleasure. Flynn groans.
I lean forward to dust kisses along his collarbone and shoulder, while my fingertips dance in swirls up and down his back. As our breaths even out, I can hear the horses shuffling in their stalls, machinery running in the distance.
“I’m an astronaut,” I say softly, not wanting to break the spell, but also needing to know if this was a fleeting moment of insanity for him, or the beginning of something like I hoped.
“I know.” He rests his forehead against mine. “And I couldn’t be prouder.”
I breathe in deeply through my nose, a wide smile overtaking my lips. “Really?”
“Really.” His pulls back just enough to place light kisses on each of my eyelids. “I love you, Jackie.”
My heart races at his words, wanting so desperately to trust in their truth, but still remembering the way my dreams were so coldly dismissed the last time we spoke.
“You love me?” I can’t help the uncertainty in my voice.
He sighs, looking thoughtful before answering. “My mother didn’t really love my father.”
I feel my eyes widen in surprise. “She… didn’t?”
“No. She wanted a certain lifestyle. So she convinced my dad to leave the ranch and turn his love of cars into a career.” He steps back, slipping from me. He waits until I’m steady on my feet before withdrawing his touch just long enough to take care of the condom, tossing it in a nearby garbage can. He tucks himself back into his jeans, then steps into my arms again. “They traveled the world, lived a lush lifestyle. When Holt was born, supposedly they stayed at the ranch for a while, but it didn’t last. They left him with Grams and Gramps to continue on their way. I came along and it was the same thing. They’d come home for short stretches, enough for us to remember who they were, but not much else. Seven years later Grams died, and Gramps put his foot down, saying that they needed to come home.”
My hands never stop trailing along his skin, keeping contact. Letting him know I’m here, that I’m listening.
“I was young, but even I remember how unhappy my mom was, though my dad seemed to be able to blow off the worst of her moods.” He snorts. “But when Rose was born, things changed. Got harder.” His large hands squeeze my waist as if strangling the memories flashing through his mind. He takes a deep breath and gentles his touch.
“Mom moved out for a while, lived in town. We barely saw her. Dad tried to take over for Gramps, who was getting too old to be running things alone. But after a while, after Rose asked after her momma one too many times, Dad went to try and bring her back.”
He’s quiet for a while, his concentration on his touch. Running his hands over my cooling body. When his fingertips slide down the bridge of my nose, I risk breaking the peace of the moment by speaking.
“And did she? Come home, that is?”
“For a bit.” He shakes his head. “But I think she was just using that time to convince my father to make another tour on the racing circuit.” He laughs unpleasantly. “Which is crazy because by that time he was past his prime for a racer.” He sighs. “But he went.”
Flynn squats down on his haunches in front of me, untangling my jeans and panties, and helping me slide them back up my legs.
“He didn’t win enough to be invited to the best races, the more prestigious ones. Then one day we got the call that they’d died in a crumpled mess of metal on an unsanctioned racetrack. I guess since there weren’t many rules in unsanctioned races, my mom decided to jump in the car with my dad.” He straightens in front of me. “Probably just chasing another thrill.”
I circle my arms around him, drawing our bodies together. “I’m so sorry, Flynn,” I say, knowing my words, any words, are inadequate.
“She wasn’t the best mom, and he wasn’t the best dad, but they were my parents. And I grew up hating them.” He tightens his embrace. “It’s probably why it took me so long to give in to opening my own shop. It reminded me of them too much.” He eases back and dips down to catch my eyes. “And it was why I freaked out that day you told me about the interview.”
“Flynn, I—”
“Knowing that someone else I loved would leave me to do something dangerous, I just… I sort of lost it.”
“Oh, Flynn. I’m so sorry.” I try and sort through my emotions to find the right words to make him understand. “I don’t… I mean, it isn’t that I want toleaveyou, it’s just…”
He shakes his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for, darling. And I know you aren’t making a decision like my parents did.” I must look skeptical because he continues, “I do, really.” He brushes a kiss on my lips. “But when you told me about the interview and how it was the last step toward being an astronaut, all that went through my head was the possibility of losing someone I love. I wasn’t thinking straight.” Another kiss. “Please believe me, I never wanted you to say no to your dreams. I’ve always believed in you, even after I acted like a complete dick.”
