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281 pages, ebook
First published August 6, 2010
Laurel pursed her lips. "Are you threatening me?"
"I never threaten a woman unless she begs me to." His smile came slow and sticky, dripping with put-on sweetness.
"Right, Laurel White. I'm Michael Flynn." He shook her hand curtly. "You've and we know each other's full names. That enough for your first night?"
"Well, draw yourself a pretty little blueprint and do me a favor and don't show it to me. I like fighting, and I like f@cking. I don't care much for thinking."
"I'm so f@cking ready, you're gonna get me off before we start playing. Taste me," he ordered.
"I'm a selfish prick, and I want to be the greatest f@ck of your life and ruin you for every man who comes after me. But I'm not a mind reader, so I need some help. Otherwise I could end up as the douchebag who's got shitty taste in wine and totally traumatized you when you were thirty."
"Twenty-nine."
"So tell me," he breathed, right behind her ear. "What do you want me to do to you?"
"I'm at the Dunkies by my site and I figured out what you smell like."
Laurel made a noise only she heard, a little laugh caught in her nose. "Oh. What's that?"
"That gooey stuff inside a Boston crème donut. That's what you smell like. Now I'll get a hard-on every time I eat one."
She snorted. "Did you just call to sexually harass me?"
"I'm allowed now, ain't I?"
"Aren't you supposed to wear a mouth guard?" Laurel asked.
(...)
"I hate those things. They make me feel like I'm choking on something."
"Guess I'll never get you into a ball gag, huh?" she asked.
Flynn met the remark with a withering sneer. "Keep that snark up and you'll get yourself punished, missy."
"F@cking lay still," he whispered. He reached down and pushed the crotch of her panties to one side, big fingers finding her pussy wet and ready. "Oh yeah, you're gonna feel beautiful."
He forced his thumb between her lips, got her teeth apart even as Laurel bit down as hard as she thought she could without breaking his skin. His tongue slid into her mouth, finding hers and giving her as explicit and dirty a kiss as he could manage. He pulled away, keeping his face close, pressing his forehead to hers and sliding his thumb out of her mouth.
"Let's quit our jobs and f@ck all day."
He pressed his neck into her touch, spoke through a heavy sigh. "I like when you do that."
"Do what?"
"You know…" His voice faded to a mumble. "Fuss over me."
"Take care of you?"
"And maybe afterward we could come back here and not have sex."
"Sounds fucking sensational," Flynn murmured, pulling her tight against him so she felt his hardening cock. "Can't wait to not have sex with you."
"You keep busting my balls and I might just trick you into sticking around."
She laughed, embarrassed and flattered. Relieved.
"But don't worry, not 'til we get better at not having sex."
“You can have this big hard cock anytime you want,” he promised, hips hammering fast. “Say my name.”
She watched his eyes close, his face turn helpless. And she wanted him. Wanted to be here to patch him up, to call him on his bullshit and get called out in return, to explore the darker depths of her mind and body with this patient, real, occasionally obnoxious man.
“I love when you look this defenseless,” she murmured, grinning evilly at him.
“Not many women ever manage to get me on my back,” he said, voice shallow and scratchy.
“You better keep me around then.”
“Michael.”
His posture transformed in an instant. He sat down next to her on the bed, hands clasped between his knees, wary eyes on her face. “Too rough?”
“I’m not sure. I think mostly I just wanted to test the safe word. I think I needed to know you’d stop, if I asked you to.”
“Always.”
The sound of her name, two choked syllables rising from his throat as he gave her all the power felt like a filthy, sacred proclamation. She stared at his strained face. Fall in love with me.
“Laurel.”
Fall in love with me.
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I like fighting, and I like fucking. I don't care much for thinking.
He looked both lean and heavy, raw and bruised and tattooed and feral. Muscles sicced and jumped in this arms as he stripped cotton bandaging off his wrists and tossed it in the trash basket behind him.
God,Flynn"
"That's right. Say my name. Tell me who's fucking that tight cunt."
”You asking me out?”
You’ll never see him again in your life if he turns you down. Just say yes.
What goes on between me and her, it’s not pretty. If you can’t stand lookin’ at a little rope burn, you probably won’t enjoy yourself.
”Are you threatening me?”
“I never threaten a woman unless she begs me to”
I like fighting, and I like fucking. I don’t care much for thinking.
”I’ve been jerking off thinking about this. About making you taste me. I’m so fucking ready, you’re gonna get me off before we start playing. Taste me
I’m a selfish prick, and I want to be the greatest fuck of your life and ruin you for every man who comes after me.
I’d rather go without and be lonely than not be how I really want with someone
“I’m a selfish prick, and I want to be the greatest f~ck of your life and ruin you for every man who comes after me. But I’m not a mind reader, so I need some help.”
“Yes, I’m asking you out then.” [Laurel]
“Sorry, but I’ll take a pass.” [Flynn]
***
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey yourself, sub shop girl. Took me a minute to remember why I recognized you.”
“Sober, employed, no record.”
“And I’ll tell you now, I won’t be calling you tomorrow or the next day or the day after that, so don’t get in a stink when I don’t. None of the normal dating rules apply to this.”
***
“Well, draw yourself a pretty little blueprint and do me a favor and don’t show it to me. I like fighting, and I like f~cking. I don’t care much for thinking.”
“You taste so f~cking amazing.” He brought his head up and Laurel could see the violent rise and fall of his chest. “Sit on my face,” he said.”
He pressed his neck into her touch, spoke through a heavy sigh. “I like when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“You know…” His words faded to a mumble. “Fuss over me.”
“Take care of you?”
He nodded, just the briefest dip of his chin.
“Right. Laurel White, I’m Michael Flynn.” He shook her hand curtly. “You’ve watched me fuck and we know each other’s full names. That enough for your first night?”
“Listen, kiddo,” he said. “I’m a selfish prick, and I want to be the greatest fuck of your life and ruin you for every man who comes after me.”
“Touch me.”
His mouth retreated by millimeters, breath cool on her wet skin. “Ask nicely.”
“Touch me, Flynn, please.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” Laurel said.
He smirked again, playfully skeptical. “Could you pretend you are? Makes me feel fuckin’ ten feet tall.”
Tonight he was hers. Tomorrow could go fuck itself.WOW! This was SCORCHING hot! Kudos to the author for pulling this off. Flynn is one of the BEST heroes I've ever read!
"Sounds sordid."I will admit that I was VERY close to DNF'ing multiple times in the first couple of chapters, though not for the reasons you'd expect.
"It is, actually, and that's exactly how I want things to be right now."
She'd like to be seen with a tall, strong, self-proclaimed asshole.A heroine who would think something like that screams SHALLOW to me. Luckily it wasn't indicative of her overall personality.
"Fall in love with me." Horror slapped her hand in the face as the words tumbled out of her subconsciousness in the air between them.
"I will," he said, still panting, still lost in the fucking.
"I didn't' mean that."
He laughed, sounding exasperated. "Fine. But you keep treating me the way you have been, and I will. Whether you like it or not." He groaned. "But I won't say it in the middle of getting my brains fucked out, so relax."
He was bare to the waist, powerful muscles lit stark by the white light, sultry by the red. He looked both lean and heavy, raw and bruised and tattooed and feral. Muscles ticced and jumped in his arms as he stripped cotton bandages off his wrists and tossed it in the trash basket behind him.
When his chest brushed hers she wrapped her arms around his back, grateful for his strength. Grateful he might be in her corner she she decided she was ready to learn how to be strong again herself.
“Friday and Saturday nights, eight to one. Tell the guy working that Flynn invited you...If that doesn’t scare you off,” he said, “you can try askin’ me out again.”As it turns out, Flynn has invited her to one of his boxing matches - held in the basement of a South Boston dive bar - and to meet Pam, the woman he has rough sex with. Before he gets involved with her, he's letting her know just what sort of beast she's poking at. When Pam invites Laurel to watch her and Flynn "scratch each other's kinky itches," that night, Laurel agrees to go, intrigued despite herself.
“Neither of us is here to prove anything,” he said. “We’re here to have fun, and for you to maybe get your motor cranked like you never knew it could be. Or not. Who knows? My ego’s not tied up in this going a certain way. The only thing that makes me nervous is hurting you by mistake, and I trust myself enough to think that’s unlikely.”The characters are constantly communicating and nearly all of the character development comes through in their own words. Since they're basically talking it out with me, they felt especially real. Flynn was pitch-perfect working-class Boston as well. The bit where he intentionally held up another driver on Laurel's tiny North End street just to be a prick was classic. I lawled.
She swallowed and winced, accepting the violation, trying to welcome the sensation. Still not her favorite thing, but with Flynn she didn’t feel pressured or coerced, cajoled. He was simply dirty, ready to take, seemingly without permission.
The things this man craved could be blacker than the sky above them, rough enough to bruise and sharp enough to sting.
And tonight they were hers to give. Hers alone.
“Let’s quit our jobs and fuck all day.”
“Listen, kiddo,” he said. “I’m a selfish prick, and I want to be the greatest fuck of your life and ruin you for every man who comes after me. But I’m not a mind reader, so I need some help. Otherwise I could end up as the douchebag who’s got shitty taste in wine and totally traumatized you when you were thirty.”