Page 107 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

Taking someone’s life is something I may never fully get over, but the fact that he was trying to kill Flynn and that an underlying medical issue led to the blow killing him so easily has helped me live with the guilt easier than I had anticipated. And having Flynn to come home to every night and wake up with every day is the soothing balm my soul needs.

Flynn is, without a doubt, my other half. The fact that I could’ve been so blind still makes me question my own sanity sometimes. But in the end, we found each other and we found something neither of us thought existed—our own happily ever after.

Which is why I said “yes” when I never thought I could.

It’s why there’s a camera focused on the bed right now.

It’s why we’re about to make a damn sex tape.

I never fathomed this being a possibility, that I would ever want to do it, but Flynn was right. The idea of people watching us does turn me on. And once Flynn assured me of all the safeguards we would take to protect our identities, I knew it was what we needed to start fresh.

To release all the things that held us back and pushed us down over the last few weeks.

To say goodbye to all the doubts and insecurities.

To really find us.

We aren’t HRD4U and INEEDSOMED, but we aren’t the same Flynn and Rachel we were before, either. Things have morphed and changed in ways we never could have anticipated. It’s a whole new world, and we’re whole new people.

Now that the investigation into Dustin Kelly’s death is over and everything has finally started settling down, this is what we both need desperately. And the way Flynn’s been working over my body for the last half an hour, prepping me and toying with me as only he can, has me practically vibrating with need underneath him.

He kisses his way down my neck, across my breasts, stopping to lick my nipples and blow lightly over them, making me twitch. His lips continue their descent of my body, each press against my heated skin ratchets me tighter and tighter. This kind of long, drawn-out foreplay isn’t really the norm. Flynn and I both prefer things hard and fast, but when we slow everything down, when we really put off the main event until we can’t take it anymore, the result is the most mind-bending sex I’ve ever had. And that’s saying a lot, considering the things Flynn has done to me in the last month.

His lips hover just above the apex of my thighs, his warm breath fluttering against my skin, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. He raises an eyebrow. “You’re one hundred percent sure?”

I bury my fingers in his thick hair and tug. “If you don’t fuck me hard and good in the next five minutes, you’re going to be in real trouble.”

Flynn smirks at me, the lecherous grin I’ve learned over the last several weeks means he’s about to do something really fucking filthy to me.

Heat floods my core, and I shift under him, pressing my body against his in a way that tells him I’m more than ready to go.

He shifts back up over me and kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine greedily. “Then, let’s do this thing, babe.” He grabs the small remote control for the video camera from the nightstand and hits record. “Here we go.”

With the voice distortion software he uses for the website, we won’t have to worry about anyone recognizing us. And with the camera angled to avoid our faces, we’ll remain completely anonymous. Even if we lose control and flash something we shouldn’t, we can also put blurs over anything we don’t want seen. Recording it rather than doing it live provides numerous levels of protection, and if we watch the video and I don’t want it played after seeing it, we’ll toss it into the trash.

Though, I think it’s more likely to end up in his private stash.

Flynn shifts slightly to give the camera a better view of his hard-on—the star of the show. “Good evening to all my viewers. It’s been a while. You probably thought I had permanently abandoned you or that something bad happened to me, but I assure you, it’s quite the opposite. Tonight’s going to be a very special, one-time only farewell show. I wasn’t sick or out of town or anything like that. Why haven’t I been online?” One of his hands slips under my chin to tilt my face up so he can press a light kiss to my lips. “Because I fell in love. Actually, I’ve been in love with her for years, but it turns out she loves me, too. Which is even better. So, as a final farewell, I wanted to let you see how much I love her. And I want to remind you that you can have anything you want in life if you believe in it enough. Tonight’s show won’t be live just in case our camera positioning slips or one of us accidentally says a real name, but I promise when I post this, both of us will be online to chat with you as you watch.” He pauses for a moment and stares deeply into my eyes, the blue of his darkening. “You have no idea how much I’ve enjoyed being HRD4U, but once this video has posted, I won’t be him anymore…”

He grins at me.

The viewers won’t be able to see it.

It’s mine and only mine.

Forever.

He feathers his fingers across my wet core, then strokes his cock. “Because I’m no longer hard for you. I’m hard for her and her only. Enjoy the show.”

Even though I knew what he was going to say—at least the first part—his words still bring tears to my eyes. It wasn’t even anything we talked about again, him giving up the site, and I genuinely would’ve been okay if he wanted to continue it.

But this is the best possible resolution.

I get to selfishly keep Flynn all to myself, and he gets what he wants—the two of us on video with the world watching. Given how hard his cock is pressing against me right now, he’s more than ready to go.

We haven’t exactly discussed the plan. I figured we’d just start the way we normally do, with him jamming his dick into me so deeply that I lose my breath, but instead of settling over me like I’m expecting or ordering me to my hands and knees or to the edge of the bed to bend over, he rolls onto his back and brings me with him to straddle his lap.

His cock stands straight up and rubs against my clit. I grind against it and roll my hips, shooting little zings of electric need through me.

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