Short Story

What Happened in Vegas Followed Them Home

Unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to push your limits

“This will never work. No one will believe we got married,” Mia said.

Flynn smiled. “Why not?”

“Oh, come on. You’ve had it in for me since we met.”

“I have?”

She rolled her eyes. He’d had a hard on for her since they met. Her ex was the one he had it in for. The one who constantly checked out other women while Mia was there next to him — and worse, when she wasn’t.

“Everyone will believe we got married,” he said.

“Why?”

“Chemistry.”

Her gaze darted away.

Yeah, he thought so. She felt it too. It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, to say the least. He felt a little guilty about daring her to do it, but he couldn’t fully regret it.

Mia was the full package. Apparently her ex disagreed since he cheated and was marrying someone else. Her jet black hair and pale skin reminded him of a sexy, curvy Snow White. He wondered if her skin was that light and creamy everywhere.

Her lips were full and cherry red. Were they as soft as they looked? He could drive himself crazy with all the questions he had about her.

“We should probably get some rings,” he said.

“What for? Kevin’s marriage is sure to last longer than ours.”

Not if I have anything to say about it. But instead, he asked, “how long do you think his marriage will last?”

“Probably between one and five years. It depends on how long it takes him to cheat the first time and how many times she forgives him.”

“Mia,” he tried to console her, but she turned away.

They’d been home a week and Mia kept putting off telling people. Flynn offered to drive her to a barbecue at Alicia and Brent’s house, hoping that arriving together would have people asking questions. But they’d arrived at the same time as a lot of other people, so no one had really noticed.

He’d just left her for a few minutes and come back to find her talking with Kevin. Flynn’s hands fisted. As he got closer, the anger inside him coiled tighter.

“You look good,” Kevin said.

“Where’s your fiancée?”

“She got called in to the hospital. Look, Mia, I know we didn’t end on the best terms, but I miss you. I hope we can be friends.”

“I don’t think so,” Flynn said as he approached and handed Mia a beer.

Kevin’s brows pinched together. “Are you two seeing each other?”

Flynn placed a hand on Mia’s back. It wasn’t obvious enough for anyone to see, but he wanted her to know he was there to support her.

She swallowed and looked at Flynn. He nodded.

“Yes. Flynn and I are together.”

“I fucking knew it. You wanted her the whole time, didn’t you?” Keven stepped toward Flynn.

“I think it’s time for us to go,” Flynn said.

“I think you and I need to have a little chat,” Kevin said.

“I think it’s time for Kevin to go,” Brent stepped closer and lowered his voice. “You agreed to leave her alone so we wouldn’t have to choose between you two.”

“Oh, what, so I can’t talk to her or you’ll stop being my friend because Alicia’s her friend?” Kevin’s voice rose, so most of the other conversations died as people turned to look.

“No,” Brent put a hand on Kevin’s arm. “Alicia is Mia’s friend, but so am I. If I have to protect one friend from another, so be it.”

Kevin shook Brent off and huffed away, leaving the yard through the side gate.

“Why didn’t you tell Kevin we were married?” Flynn asked.

Mia sighed. “We’re not really married. It’s more like we’re pretending to be married.”

“Do you want to really be married?”

“Of course,” she burst out. “Someday,” she backpedaled. “When I find someone who loves me and that I can trust.”

Right here, baby, he thought. But she wasn’t ready to hear it yet. “We’ve known each other for three years,” he said instead. “I want you, you want me, how about we try having all the benefits of marriage for a few months and see what happens?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You just want sex.”

“That’s definitely one of the benefits of marriage, and I’ve wanted you for a long time, so I’m not denying that’s a perk.”

“A perk?”

“It’s a big reason anyone would get married or stay married. Do you think we’re sexually compatible, Mia?”

She swallowed, her gaze flittering away.

“Do you want to have sex with me, Mia?”

She met his eyes. “You’ve wanted me for a long time?”

“Yes. To be honest, I thought you knew.”

He thought that was why she stayed away from him, why she looked at him with suspicion. Now he realized it was because she thought he didn’t like her. The thought made him smile.

“I think maybe you wanted me too,” he said.

“What are the other benefits of marriage?” she asked instead of responding.

He’d take that as confirmation. Her self-confidence had taken a hit with Kevin, so he’d let her get away with dodging a few things.

“I wouldn’t mind having breakfast with you. And dinner,” he said. “We like similar movies. We both like to play card games. You like to bake and I like to eat. I know you like to dance, and though it’s not something I’ve really tried, I’m willing.”

“You’ll go dancing?”

He nodded. He’d saved that for last. Kevin was a horrible dancer but hadn’t wanted her to dance with anyone else.

She bit her lip.

“Is that indecision or shyness?”

She smiled.

“Shyness, then. I’ll tell you what. I’m going to make some assumptions here. I’m going to assume you want me, that you’re burning for me — ”

“Flynn,” she rolled her eyes.

“And unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to push your limits.”

He gave her a beat to answer, pulling her closer when she said nothing. He slid his fingers into her ebony hair and leaned in. The first kiss was soft and chaste. So was the second. On the third, she opened for him and he delved in to taste her.

He groaned at the feel of her tongue against his. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck. He moved his hands down to her ass and pressed her forward. She gripped his neck when his erection dug into her hip.

She mewled.

Flynn pulled back, and they were both panting. “How far, Mia? How far can I go? If you don’t want me to fuck you — ”

“I do,” she said.

They didn’t make it past the sofa in her apartment. He had her on her back, legs spread within a few breaths. Her sundress was loose enough that it fell away, bunching at her hips.

He kissed her knee, her thigh. He breathed in the musky scent of her before pressing another kiss to the center of her panties. She gasped and lifted her ass from the sofa cushion.

He could drown in her. How could anyone walk away from this?

She lifted her ass again to help him get her underwear off. He gave her clit a tiny lick before moving lower to concentrate on making her wet.

When his tongue pressed inside, she tilted her pelvis, silently asking for more. One of her hands clutched the sofa cushion beneath her. The other flew to his head. She took over, and he loved it.

There was a demand in each hump of her hips. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, letting her control it. Her moans got louder, shorter. With a pointed tongue, he circled her clit.

“Flynn,” she shouted.

He loved his name on her lips, especially when her voice was hoarse with ecstasy. He pressed her clit with his tongue and moved it side to side.

“Oh God,” she groaned.

Her inner muscles locked down on his fingers as she arched up off the cushion. She was so tight. His dick flexed as if trying to bust out of his pants and get inside her.

“No, still Flynn,” he joked.

When she collapsed back against the sofa, exhausted, panting and laughing, he pulled out a rubber and ripped open his pants. He was bared and suited up in seconds.

He likely wouldn’t last long, but he wanted to watch her come again. He pressed into her slowly and steadily until his pelvis met hers.

She looked up at him with serious eyes and said, “I’ve never laughed during sex before.”

“I think it makes it more fun.”

“I think you make it more fun.”

His heart thumped hard in his chest. He leaned down and pressed his nose to her neck, smelling her, then flicking his tongue out to taste her.

“You’re skin is so soft, it’s like cream.”

“I’m pale. So pale you can see my veins.”

He moved back to look. It was true. He could see her still racing pulse beat at the base of her neck. He dragged down her dress and tucked her bra under her breasts.

Her nipples were cherry red, just like her lips. When Flynn pulled one into his mouth, she arched her back. Her body was consistently begging for more and he wanted to give it to her.

Each time he pulled on her nipple, her pussy clenched around him, holding him tight. He wondered if, when they had more time, he could make them both come with no more than one thrust. But this time, he needed the speed and the friction. He started with long, hard flicks of his hips, slamming them together.

She lifted to meet him each time as he pulled on her nipples with his mouth and his hand. He slid his other hand between their bodies and used her wetness to circle her, to stroke her. And when he was buried deep inside her, he felt her response to each one.

“Flynn,” she panted. “I think… I might…”

He quickened his movements, thrusting, circling, and sucking faster, harder. This time when she came, she did scream his name. There was surprise in her tone.

Her inner muscles undulated, milking him. He pushed deep and held, letting her body drag him over the edge with her. He buried his face in her neck with a growl. Every muscle in his body tensed as he tried to hold on to the pleasure for as long as possible.

Their sweaty bodies stuck together, but he had no desire to move.

“Am I too heavy?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I like feeling the weight of you.”

“We should probably move to the bed. I’m going to let you rest and then we’re going to do this all over again.”

“Now?”

“If you’re only giving me a little time, I need to prove I can perform my husbandly duties.”

“Husbandly duties? I think that’s more taking out the trash, isn’t it?”

“Mia, your happiness and sexual satisfaction will always be my top priority.”

“I like that.”

“Yeah?” He smiled down at her. “Maybe we should see if our marriage can outlast Kevin’s.”

“Kevin who?”

Flynn chuckled as he pulled her up off the sofa and led her to the bedroom.

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