Page 26 of Whiskey Darling
Chapter Nine
Flynn
Allie Darling will bethe death of me.
It’s the one rational thought crossing my mind as her luscious ass nestles against my groin. I want to shove myself so deep inside her, she’ll always have the memory of how I customed stretched her to fit only me.
And those noises she makes. Goddamn. I feel myself growing harder with every whimper and sigh.
If I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll go mad.
“I’m not stopping, Darling. Not a chance in hell.” Keeping a tight grip of her hair, my fingers trail over the curve of her buttocks. I smile when she groans, pushing back against me, encouraging me to do more. Something dirtier. Something we can’t ignore once it’s done.
“Flynn, please. I need… something. I need… you. God, I don’t know… but please…”
My hand slides between her thighs. She’s burning up. Without warning, I plunge two fingers into the depths of her body.
“Ohhh,” Allie moans, her sweet passage clenching down on my invasive digits.
The tiny, helpless sound lights me up with anticipation.
“Shh, baby. It only gets better, I promise.”
“When?” Trembling, she spreads her legs wider, accepting my fingers as they tunnel deeper.
Her impatient sass makes me chuckle.
“Oh, the things I plan on doing with you, Allie. I gonna have you on your knees, with my cock in your mouth. You on your back, me buried deep inside you.” I grip her chin, turning her face to mine while my other hand dances between her thighs. “And I’m going to take you from behind, just like this, so I can see your eyes when you come undone for me.”
Her green eyes darken, then flutter shut, eyelashes creating shadows on her cheeks. “Oh, God. The things you say.”
“Give me time, sweetheart. I’ll show you the gates of Heaven itself.”
I make myself withdraw, although her body greedily sucks at my fingers to keep them trapped. When I spin her about, she appears dazed from pleasure.
Cradling her jaw, I brush a kiss across her full lips. My sudden gentleness startles her, but she kisses me back with astounding sweetness.
“Are you sure about this?” I’m giving her one last chance to change her mind.
Allie peers deeply into my eyes, then sighs in surrender. “Yes. I’m sure, Flynn.”
She trails behind me as I lead her out of the foyer, glancing curiously around the dimly lit spaces we pass through. The modern Tuscany design is moody and elegant, decorated in muted shades of ebony and sand. A black steel and richly colored ironwood staircase stands in stark relief against whitewashed walls. Recessed wall sconces light the way as we head toward the upper floors.
A twinge of shame needles me. In the time she’s been living on the estate, I haven’t once invited her into my home.
An awkward silence falls between us as we enter the master bedroom. I’ve never brought a woman up here before. Never. I’m not even sure why; it just never felt right. But now, here I am with a girl I barely know, and something twists loose inside me.
Allie untangles our fingers as she looks around the large room. French doors open onto a large terraced balcony with stone steps leading toward the gardens and eventually the pool. When the wind blows through the trees just right, I can see the front steps of the guest house.
Sometimes, I stand on my balcony at night, wondering what she’s doing in that little cottage. Wondering if she is lonely.
Lonely, like I am.
I expect she’ll head straight for the view. It’s dark now, of course, but still lovely with landscape lights illuminating the trees and hundreds of decorative lanterns placed along the meandering garden paths. Instead, Allie makes a beeline for the river stone fireplace across from the bed.
Her finger gently traces one of the many photos on the mantle. She focuses on one of my mom and dad taken just before his death.
I can’t believe it’s been eight years since that terrible day.
