Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
When Flynn’s dick had softened to the point that it slid free from my body, he reached down and covered my hole with his fingers like he wanted to keep his semen inside of me. I loved that too. His need to prove to me and himself that I was his always made my heart soar.
We were both so spent that neither of us said or did anything except try to catch our breath. Flynn rolled off me and collapsed on his back next to me. When his fingers closed around mine, I smiled. I got the impression that keeping us linked in some way was one of Flynn’s favorite things because he always touched me in some way after we made love. It didn’t matter how tired he was.
I still had a habit of listening to the way he breathed, and not just when we were having sex. Though Flynn hadn’t had any panic attacks since the night we’d admitted our love for one another, I still couldn’t stop worrying about him. While I knew he always carried both anti-anxiety pills as well as aspirin on his person, I doubted he had any idea that I carried the same things with me wherever we went.
A while later, Flynn handed me a bottle of water. We both drank our fill, me from the bottle and him from his canteen. Flynn got dressed but only so he could lean back against the tree we’d just fucked up against. I moved to sit between his bent legs and leaned back against him. His arm instantly went around my waist while his other reached for the edge of the sleeping bag and worked it until I was covered from my neck down. I could just as easily have gotten dressed, but I liked it this way. I liked knowing that Flynn was always watching out for me all while demonstrating his love for me with little caresses or whispers in my ear. He wasn’t attempting to turn me on, and while being near him always turned me on anyway, little moments like that were the things I held closest to my heart.
“You know, you never did tell me how you ended up with Banana,” I said.
I could practically feel the smile on Flynn’s mouth when I said the first part of his horse’s name. Despite my declaration that I wanted my own horse, Flynn had hedged on getting me one. His excuse was that he wanted to find the perfect one. My excuse for not pestering him about it was that I did, in fact, love riding BJ with him. Flynn had, however, started to teach me to ride. We’d had to do it in secret, but knowing BJ would take care of me, it hadn’t taken me long to get the gist of it. I still had a lot of practice ahead of me, but I wasn’t in any rush.
“After my second heart attack, I was terrified. Just… terrified. Every honk of a horn, sirens wailing, and pretty much everything else that was an inherent part of the city made me feel like I was dying all over again. The doctors had emphasized that lowering my stress level was important, so I knew I had to get out of the city. Out of any city. When I finally made the decision to leave, it hit me that I had nowhere to go. I hadn’t seen my family in years; I’d never had time to make friends or have any romantic relationships. I had no one, nowhere and nothing.”
My heart broke for Flynn. I hadn’t exactly had a social circle at any point in my life, but I’d had people here and there like my uncle and eventually Brooks.
“You weren’t in contact with West anymore?” I asked.
“No. I didn’t even know if he was still alive. The doctors had said identical twins didn’t always have the same birth defects, but I still needed to tell West to get himself checked. I didn’t care if he didn’t want to see or hear from me ever again after that. He’d always been my protector when we’d been kids but it was my turn to finally protect him for once.”
“You loved him. Despite everything, you loved him.”
Flynn sighed. “Yeah, I did. But I never made an effort to reach out once I left West Virginia. I had too much pride, but I think I was just running away from the guilt of not being there for him when he’d needed me most.”
“What made you choose to go to New York?”
“Promise you won’t laugh at me?”
I squeezed Flynn’s hand because despite the intended humor behind the question, he needed me to take him seriously. He just didn’t want to admit it.
“Promise. If I do, you can fuck me again as long as I don’t have to move because I think you broke me,” I explained.