Page 106 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

“Jesus, Rach.” The corner of his mouth twitches. “You fucking MacGyvered that shit.”

A laugh that feels totally inappropriate given the situation bubbles between my lips, and I bury my face against his wet shirt again. I don’t know how the hell I’m laughing at a time like this, after what I just did. I’m probably in shock and totally losing it, but somehow, standing here in Flynn’s arms, I know everything is going to be okay. Eventually.

Somehow, we’ll get through this, just like we’ve made it through everything else over the last five years—together.

Sirens sound in the distance, and Alicia dashes across the street and waits a step inside her front door, watching what’s happening. She needs to stay there in case the kids wake with all the commotion, while Cade waves down the approaching squad car.

Flynn walks me to the door to peer out into the rain. The headlights of his attacker’s still-running car illuminate his body on the driveway, and I have to turn away and squeeze my eyes closed.

I did that…

You had to. He would have killed Flynn.

Flynn’s arm around my shoulder tightens. “Everything is going to be okay, Rach. You didn’t do anything wrong. We’ll just tell them our story. It will be all right.”

I glance up at him. “You’re not going to leave me, are you?”

He presses a kiss to my temple and squeezes me to him. “Never. You’re stuck with me for life.”

The words we’ve said to each other so many times before in jest, in reference to our friendship, mean something else now. Something deeper.

For me. For Flynn.

For INEEDSOMED and for HRD4U.

For us together.

Whatever comes in the future, my filthy friend will be by my side, walking the same path, carrying me when I need it, because that’s what we do for each other and aways will.

EPILOGUE

ONE MONTH LATER

RACHEL

Flynn kisses his way up my neck, his hand slowly inching its way across my stomach toward my breasts, raising goosebumps everywhere he touches. “You’re sure you want to do this?”

I arch into him and turn my head to press my lips to his. The familiar sweet taste of his favorite bourbon coats my tongue, and I groan and bury my hands in his hair to hold him in place.

He returns my kiss, pressing his hard cock against my hip and pinching my nipple before giving it a sharp twist.

Just the way I like it.

In the last month, he’s spent countless hours learning every inch of my body, exploring what I like and what I love, what makes me go absolutely feral for him. And it doesn’t take much. Once I was completely at his mercy, it became abundantly clear that he could give me everything I need—and more.

But his playful hands are fogging my brain and making it impossible to formulate a verbal response to his important question. With a groan, I drag myself away from his reach, and I can’t fight the grin pulling at my lips for what we’re about to do.

“I’m sure.”

It’s been a long time coming.

At least, it feels that way.

In the grand scheme of life, four weeks is just a blink of an eye, but so much has happened, so much has changed, that it’s impossible to believe so little time has passed.

Each day has been a whirlwind and not always in a good way. Between dealing with the police in the aftermath of that night, explaining everything to Flynn’s mother—minus the HRD4U information—and Dan—who was thankfully very understanding—and my having to tell Jameson and Bash that I killed someone, there hasn’t been a lot of relaxation or peace happening in my life. Save for my time alone with Flynn like this.

It’s the only thing that’s got me through.

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