The Troublemaker Next Door (19 page)

Not
made
love, had sex, Madison. Get it right.

“You okay?” he asked.

She shook off the pathetic emotional whiner within and nodded. “Yep. Let me get my shoes and we’ll enjoy the sun before it goes down.”

They walked down West McGraw Street to Queen Anne Avenue and mingled with the other evening walkers. The foot traffic had thinned, and they spent their time laughing and enjoying one another’s company. He bought her an ice cream cone that he ended up eating as well.

“I love chocolate.” He kissed her, then stole another lick of her cone. “But it tastes better on you.” His gaze wandered over her lips to her breasts, and she could almost hear him thinking.

“Uh-oh. Too cold, no matter how you try to lick it off.”

He grimaced. “Don’t say things like that out in public. It’s embarrassing to walk around with wood.”

“With what?” She frowned then blushed when understanding dawned. “Flynn. You’re so crude.”

“Well, yeah. I’m a guy.” He yanked her with him, and they passed a few people Flynn and she knew.

“Did you see that?” he asked, sounding way too satisfied.

“What?” All she’d seen, and tried to ignore, was the way the women had been ogling Flynn. Hell, they were holding hands. Just as friends, but those women didn’t know that—or did they?

“They were looking at us. At you and me, together.”

“Really? Looked to me like you had some fangirls checking out
your
ass. Or maybe it was your wood, hmm?”

Flynn had just taken another bite of her ice cream and sputtered. “Jesus, Maddie. Keep it down.” His cheeks turned red, which she normally loved. Except she noted yet another woman’s gaze lingering over him. Used to ignoring the way women watched him, she suddenly found herself irked.

“Take your own advice, studly. Well?”

“Well what?”

“Is there a reason women around here seem to think you’re available? All those late night plumbing jobs? Are you doing more than fixing sinks, Mr. McCauley?”

“What?”

She lowered her voice, suddenly annoyed. “I’m talking about sex, dumbass. You have women checking you out all the time, but those last two were practically foaming at the mouth. Is there something I should know?”

He stared at her wide-eyed. “Oh my God. You’re jealous.”

“I am not.” Good Lord. Could she have been more obvious?

His grin made her feel two inches tall. “Madison Gardner. You. Are. Jealous. Green with it.”

“Shut up, Flynn.” She pulled her hand from his and stalked away with
her
ice cream. She tossed the melting mess into the trash and found a new route home.

“Hold up, babe.”

Then he had to make her feel worse.
Babe.
She felt so sexy whenever he called her those intimate names.
Baby, babe. Sweetheart
. But he usually used those words during sex, and they sounded sincere because he made no effort to use them outside the bedroom.

Not that she should allow it. She tried to get mad. “
Babe?
”

“Baby? Is that better?” Flynn kissed her hard on the mouth before she could say anything. “I think we should get back.”

“Why? So you can duck out to go play with Bambi and Bubbles?” Why couldn’t she keep her mouth shut? Every time she spoke she sounded more and more—
damn it
—jealous.

“Because my
wood
is getting hard to hide, even in these jeans. I told you how much it turns me on when you get mad. And you do have a temper, Maddie. Oh yeah.”

Stunned and aroused that he could possibly want her after her immature display of jealousy, to which she had no right because they
weren
’
t
dating, she followed his advice. They made it back to the house in record time and rushed upstairs to her bedroom.

She locked the door behind him and leaned back against it. “I actually have plans for tonight,” she said in between breaths.

He paused at the button to his jeans, not even winded. “You do?”

“Yeah, with you. So take off your clothes and lay back on my bed. No talking.” She turned on her iPod and set the speakers high enough to mask the deep moans she hoped he’d soon be making.

“Yes, ma’am.” He flashed her a wicked grin and stripped.

“Talk about impressive.” His cock stood stiffly at attention, thick and hard. Flynn had nothing to ever be embarrassed about his body. Sculpted muscle, a clean, masculine power that made him smell like sex and hunger all rolled into one. And Lord love him, but he knew what to do with what he’d been given.

“It’s always hard around you. Not my fault you’re so hot.”

She flushed with pleasure. “Yeah, right. Now lie down. Good.” She found a small bag by the bed and unzipped it. Then she removed four scarves and a blindfold.

He sat up. “Is that for me or you?”

“You.”

He didn’t move. But then he lay back with a big grin. “I didn’t know you were into games. You just keep getting better and better.”

“Than what?” she muttered, wondering to what, or to whom, he compared her.

“My fantasies of you. I have this one, but in it I’m tying you down.”

“Well, then, you’ll have to dream on while I have fun, my way.”

“Whatever you want. Should I call you Mistress?”

“Shut up, Flynn.” She chuckled and tied his wrists and ankles to the bed.

“Now, Maddie, the blindfold isn’t necessary.”

“Then maybe I’ll use it as a gag if you don’t zip your lips.”

“Witch.” He muffled a smile as she tied the material behind his head and adjusted it over his eyes. “Oh yeah. I feel more without my sight. Okay. Get busy. I’m all yours.”

She looked at him, really looked at him, and wondered how she’d gotten so lucky. As usual, a rush of panic followed that thought. Gardners weren’t good at relationships. Her mother had spent over two decades with no life and had just now started dating. Maddie didn’t want to follow in her footsteps.

“Hello? Still waiting.”

Feeling like an idiot for wasting this man in this position, she hushed him. “I have a ball gag, and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“Just remember, I’m all about payback. And I’m stronger than you.” He pulled at his wrists and his muscles bunched.

“Gee, Flynn. I’m so impressed.” She laughed softly when he swore. “I’m taking off my clothes, give me a minute.”

He stilled like a stone. His cock bobbed in anticipation.

Once naked, she crossed to him and planted a soft kiss on his ankle.

“A little higher.”

She smiled. Her kisses trailed up his calf to his knee, thigh, and higher. Past his hips. She lingered over his nipple, gratified by his hiss of pleasure. Then she sucked on his neck and ran her tongue over his ear. “Hmm. You taste good.”

“You’re good at this.” His thick voice excited her. “How about my mouth, Maddie? You haven’t kissed me there yet.”

“No. Or your cock. I haven’t kissed you there, either.” She knew he liked it when she used frank language.

He groaned and met her mouth when she kissed his lips. She let him push his tongue into her mouth and tease her with dominance, but then she took back control. She scooted down his body again and tortured his other nipple, refraining from using the clamps that also sat in the bag. Abby and her bag-o-treats. The woman claimed she needed them for reference material. Personally, Maddie thought her roommate had a kink streak she needed to explore.

But Maddie couldn’t complain she wasn’t enjoying it. Flynn looked delicious bound and hard under her. She stroked his body, absorbed in his figure as more than fine art. As part of the man she had a large fear she’d fallen in love with.

Just the thought of the L word freaked Maddie the hell out, so she took her mind off it with some naughty talk.

In a low whisper, she told Flynn what she planned to do with him. Each announcement met with strained muscles and his whispered pleading to go free and take charge, which she had no intention of allowing. She drew circles on his skin over his belly, his ribs, his hips. She traced the muscles in his thighs, drawing closer but not touching his shaft.

“Maddie. You’re killing me,” he rasped, arching his hips. “God, I’m so fucking hard. I want you, baby. So bad.”

She smiled and kissed his thigh, her cheek right alongside his cock.

He swore.

“Shh. I don’t want to have to gag you.”

“Then stop playing. Put your mouth over my dick and I’ll—
shit
.” He groaned and his entire body tensed as she sucked his cockhead, licking her way down and kissing the rigid length of him.

She sucked him and took his cock as far back down her throat as she could until she wanted to gag. Then she let up on him and pulled her mouth off. She lifted his shaft and sucked his balls, pumping his cock while she nuzzled him.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, Maddie. Shit, that’s so good.”

She’d reduced him to a bundle of swear words. Nice work.

But she’d revved herself as well. She joined him on the bed and brushed her body over his as she sought his lips. Before she kissed him again, she whispered into his ear, “I’m so wet for you. You’re gorgeous, just lying there so hard and thick. But my pussy is empty, baby.”

His chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, and he turned his head to steal a kiss. With unerring precision, he found her lips and kissed her until she couldn’t think. She pressed herself against him, grinding her pelvis against his erection as the kiss intensified.

She pulled away, gasping, and realized he’d taken charge.

“Oh yeah. Grab one of the condoms from my pants and roll it over me. Then slide down, baby. Let me come inside that pussy.”

She’d planned tonight to finally relent and trust him. She wasn’t worried about disease—they’d already confirmed with each other that they were clean. She considered her birth control one level of defense against unplanned pregnancy. But to let him go without a condom… A condom would practically nullify the possibility.

She always made her partners wear one. Without fail. But Flynn was different.

She scooted down his body again and sucked his cock, trying to show him how deeply she felt. How much affection she had for such a strong man with a caring manner he tried to hide under gruff jokes and in those odd moments he thought she didn’t see.

The looks he shot her, full of confusion and tenderness. The way he had of making her life easier. He never judged, didn’t order her around—unless in bed—and supported her without being condescending.

“Maddie, I’m gonna come, baby. Oh fuck. You have to slow down. Or suck harder,” he groaned.

She let him go and rubbed her breasts over him on her way back up his body. “I want you to come.” She nipped his earlobe. “Deep inside me.”

“Yes.”

“Just you and me. No rubber.”

He tensed. “What?”

“I’m on birth control. I-I want you inside me. To feel you come in me.”

“You sure?” he asked through gritted teeth when she rubbed her body against his again.

“Yeah.” She rose and put her nipple by his lips.

He latched on and sucked, playing with her until she wanted to scream. She moaned. “Let go.”

“Other one,” he mumbled around her flesh.

“Okay.” She leaned back and he released her. Then she settled her other breast near his mouth and watched him work her. So sensual. All that pleasure, that focus he centered on her.

She tweaked his nipples and ground over him, smoothing her arousal into his skin.

“Oh yeah. Fuck me, Maddie. Ride me hard. But take this blindfold off. I want to watch you. I
need
to watch you.”

She pushed it off his head and sat up, taken with the glittery emeralds of his eyes. “Oh Flynn. You are so sexy.”

He stared at her breasts, her belly, and her pussy. “Put yourself over me, but go slow. Let me watch you take me inside.”

“I thought I was in charge.” She held him as she slowly settled over his girth.

“You are, Maddie. Oh fuck. You are in charge.”

She took him inch by inch and sat all the way down on him, impaled and loving it.

“So sexy. Move over me. I can’t believe how warm you are. I can feel it, every bit of that soft pussy, baby.”

She rose up and sank down.

“Yeah. That’s it. Fuck yourself on me. Come over my cock, beautiful.” He sounded hoarse, and he had yet to look away from where they joined.

She rode him, up and down, faster then slower. The fullness was indescribable, and knowing nothing lay between them as they made love shoved her headlong under his spell.

Slamming over him, she took him harder and deeper inside her. So huge, he felt as if he touched the heart of her womb, and she couldn’t wait to watch him come, to see him cry out as he shot deep inside her.

“Touch yourself. I want you to come with me,” he ordered.

Domineering, even tied to the bed and under her. Her Flynn.

She fingered herself as she rode him, and his body locked up tight.

“Oh yeah. Maddie, baby, I’m coming. I’m coming
hard
.”

He moaned as he released, and the agonized pleasure on his face threw her into her own bliss. She pinched her clit and clamped down on him, awash in the prolonged ecstasy of Flynn spilling inside her as her inner walls seized with contraction after contraction.

Shaking, she fell on top of him, wanting to feel his arms around her.

It took her a minute or two to realize he
was
holding her.

“What—”

“I could have gotten out of them earlier, but you seemed to like being in charge.” Flynn kissed her cheeks, her nose, her mouth. “I think you need a little lesson in who’s really in charge, don’t you?” He twitched inside her, and the smile that grew on his face reflected in his eyes.

He let her protest and squirm over him while he chuckled.

“Flynn, it was fun though, wasn’t it?” She pushed her hair out of her eyes and studied him, trying to see if he might be a touch mad about it. He had agreed, after all, but she’d had fun torturing him.

“Baby, that was fun we’re going to have again. Tonight.” He looked deeply into her eyes and pulled her face down to kiss her.

The touch of his lips shook her. There was nothing carnal or dominant about it, but a sharing of mouths and minds and hearts. The softness and care, followed by a hug that held them close and didn’t lessen, eased her worries that he hadn’t liked it… and furthered
more
worries because it grew harder to deny the truth of how she felt about him.

He pulled away and smacked her hip. “Now I think it’s time for a little payback. Don’t you?”

***

Flynn smiled at the picture she made. All cleaned up and fresh. And tied down with the ball gag, so he didn’t have to hear her curse at him. “Now, is that any way for such a pretty girl to talk?”

She scowled at him behind the gag.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you, honey.” He leaned back, admiring his handiwork. He’d tied her wrists to her headboard but left her legs free. That way she could wrap them around his waist when he took her this time. “Spread your legs, you naughty girl.”

She didn’t move, showing a sexy stubbornness that only aroused him more.

“It would be a good idea to obey me, Maddie. You’re all tied up and gagged. How well do you really know me? I mean, I could fuck that ass right now, and you couldn’t say no.”

She shot him a death glare and her eyes glinted with a fire he intended to put out. Was there anything more beautiful than an annoyed redhead glowing with anger?

“Oh man, I want to bang you so hard. Look at me.” He held his erection in one hand, not surprised to see himself just as big as he’d been previously. “You sucked a lot of come out of me, but I’m ready to go again. How about you, baby? You ready for me?”

He’d been teasing her on and off for a good half hour. Enough time for them both to have cleaned up and recovered for round two.

He moved back between her thighs and lowered his mouth to taste. “Not wet enough, I’m afraid.”

Kneeling between her legs, he toyed with her folds, sliding his fingers along the soft flesh before pushing through. Her heat constantly amazed him. Why, he didn’t know. But every time he shoved his dick or his finger inside her, it felt like coming home into a hot, welcoming place.

Watching his finger disappear inside her made his balls hard. He pulled out his finger and slid it down toward that taboo area that seemed to excite her well enough. Her nipples, those hard little berries, begged for a nip. And as he rimmed her anus, he sucked her tits until she whimpered around the gag.

He pushed the tip of his finger inside her, and she froze.

A bite to her nipple shocked her, and he shoved a bit more of his finger inside her.

“It feels thick, like it’s too huge. But it’s not. Just a little tease to keep your attention, hmm?”

She shook her head, and her wine-red strands teased the upper slopes of her breasts.

“You’re so pretty, Maddie.” He removed his finger from her ass and leaned down to suck her clit again. “So sweet.”

He sucked and licked until the constant moaning behind the gag got to him as well. “Okay, I’m going to take away the gag. You have to promise not to yell at me.”

She frowned.

“Promise.”

She rolled her eyes and nodded.

He unstrapped the gag but didn’t give her time to reply. Quickly straddling her neck, he lowered his balls to her mouth. “Suck them, baby. See how hard I am for you.”

She licked and sucked his sac, and he had to force himself not to grind against her face. She had to feel more than just lust for him if she tolerated all this. Sucking him, licking him, letting him gag her…

He pulled away and blanketed her body, positioning himself between her legs. He rested his cock against the entrance to her pussy.

“Why me, Maddie? Why let me make love to you without a condom?”

“Does it matter?”

He wanted to say no, but it did. Sensing she wouldn’t answer, he slowly pushed inside her. When she would have closed her eyes, he stopped. “No, watch me. I want to see you while I love you.”

She bit her lip but didn’t break eye contact as he continued to push inside her. So deep, so hot. He glided across her curves while his cock filled her, made her his. Once seated all the way inside, he stopped and rested his upper body on his elbows.

“Kiss me, baby. Show me what you feel,” he whispered and lowered his mouth to hers.

She closed her eyes at the last second, and he did as well. The feel of her transcended everything. He tried to hold still but as she teased with her tongue and lips, he lost himself to his instinctive need to tie himself to her. Thrusting with a slow, steady pace, he enjoyed the teasing, gentle seduction of her mouth.

She’d been rough before, and playful when she wanted to be. But tonight, she appeased. She accepted. She urged him to give her all of himself. Despite his attempt to go slow, he couldn’t help speeding his rhythm.

Her legs wrapped around him, deepening his angle of penetration. He continued to graze her clit with each push, and she moaned as she linked her ankles behind his back.

He trailed his mouth to her cheek, her neck, and fucked her harder and deeper.

“Yeah, that’s it. Take it, Maddie. Take me deep inside you. All of me.”
Love
me, honey.

She twisted her hips and groaned his name, climaxing so beautifully. Her ripples stimulated his own rush to the edge, and he shuddered as he came inside her. Her breasts teased his chest, her legs rubbed his sides, and he continued to pump until he had nothing left to give her. Nothing but a sappy heart and a proposal sure to send her screaming out of the city.

He kissed her, wishing he could just blurt his feelings. But the woman had only just allowed him to hold her hand in public. It wasn’t the time to push the commitment button, no matter how much he wanted to. He released her bonds and rubbed her wrists, captivated by her soft skin.

Maddie hugged him tight and placed a soft kiss at the base of his neck.

He sighed and held her close. Not planning to let go anytime soon. Or at all if he had his way.

***

The next morning, Abby watched Flynn and Maddie during breakfast, trying not to be obvious about it. Flynn looked like the cat who’d eaten the canary. She’d done her best to steer clear from the upstairs last night, but she’d heard a few love moans anyway.

And boy, that hadn’t helped her get any sleep. So she’d switched gears and worked on her manuscript. She supposed she should thank the lovey-dovey pair. The love moans had filled some gaps in her story. She’d had to use her imagination, but she hoped Maddie might fill in a few details later today about the bondage gear Abby had loaned her.

Maddie, the lucky witch, had a post-coital glow that had yet to fade. Tall, pretty, and now getting regular sex. Three outstanding reasons to hate her best friend.

“Who burned the bacon?” Vanessa groused as she entered the kitchen wearing a sleep shirt that barely hit her mid-thigh.

Flynn, oblivious, barely waved at her before he stared back at Maddie with a dopey, dreamy smile.

He had it bad. Abby was happily heterosexual, but even she couldn’t look away from Vanessa’s hopelessly long legs. The woman had an attitude but a killer body.

“He didn’t stare. Barely blinked at you,” she murmured to Vanessa, who sighed.

“I know. I guess we’re going to have to get used to all that male groaning after all.” She cleared her throat and in a louder voice said, “Thanks for the attempt at breakfast.” Her eyes widened on the counter. “And that, with the bow? Where did that come from?”

Flynn shrugged. “I figured since I’ve been spending a few nights over, I might as well say thank you for putting up with me.”

“It’s the high-end model. It grinds the beans. Oh, and an attachment for frothed milk. Yummy.” Vanessa acted like a kid at Christmas, and Abby had to laugh. While Vanessa read the directions on the espresso-coffeemaker, Abby took a whiff of something delicious coming from the… oven?