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  “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your guest?” I could practically see right up Mom’s nostrils she held her nose so high in the air. The way she said guest was like she was fighting the gag reflex. Of course, a woman of Margarite Richardson’s social standing would never vomit.

  Flynn cupped the back of my neck and pulled me back against his chest. “Hello, I’m Flynn Bennett.”

  “I see. And you and my daughter are…?”

  Flynn didn’t miss a beat. “Friends with benefits.”

  I froze, paralyzed by the look on my mother’s face. I wanted to scream at Flynn and kick him in the shins for saying that, even though I was struggling not to burst out laughing. I was going to pay for that later. He’d just ensured that this visit would be fodder for future Sunday dinner conversation about Arden and her wayward choices for quite some time.

  Mom’s lips twisted into what could be described as a cross between a snarl and a grimace. “Do you belong to that motorcycle outside?”

  Flynn massaged his thumb over my stiff neck, sending chills down my spine. “It belongs to me.”

  “I take it you have some form of employment? Dish washer, bus boy?” She took in his torn, grease stained jeans and T-shirt. “Chimney sweep?”

  “Mother!”

  “S’alright.” Flynn squeezed my shoulder. “Yeah, I work. I’m a mechanic. I own Island Auto at the south end of the island.”

  Okay, I’d known he was a mechanic, but I hadn’t realized he owned the place. How many times had I googled him? I’d read articles on his arrest, subsequent prison sentence, the accident. Never once had any of those articles stated that he owned the shop where he was injured. Why the hell not? Plenty of them mentioned the mistakes in his past. That kind of pissed me off.

  “A mechanic.” My mother spit it out like it was a dirty word threatening to soil her pristine lips, then she turned an icy gaze to me and blew out a light breath, just enough to let me know how ticked off she was.

  “Well, Arden, since you rarely answer your cellphone, I stopped to let you know Hailie and I will need your help with the upcoming fundraiser—the Homes with Heart campaign benefitting the island’s foster children. Hailie’s worked on it tirelessly, but now with her terrible morning sickness, we will have to take over some of the duties and recruit more volunteers. We’ll discuss it in more detail tomorrow at Sunday dinner.”

  I just nodded, but Flynn raised a finger. “I volunteer.”

  My mother’s jaw dropped. “That’s very…appreciated, but entirely unnecessary.”

  “Oh, but I insist. You said you’re looking for volunteers. I’m a volunteer.”

  My mother was silent for a full thirty seconds. It was obvious she was caught between a rock and a hard place. I couldn’t help myself, I found the whole interaction funny as hell. Flynn had one-upped her. She couldn’t exactly refuse a volunteer. “Of course. Very kind of you.”

  “So, I’ll see you tomorrow at dinner. We’ll discuss the details then.” Flynn winked at her and my mother practically choked on her own saliva.

  She gaped at Flynn, but recovered her composure and forced another stiff smile. She cleared her throat and snootily looked him over from top to bottom. “We dress for dinner.”

  Flynn’s fingers tightened around the back of my neck and he grunted. “Well, I am so glad you told me that. I might ‘a showed up naked otherwise. Oh, well, guess I’ll head out to the charity shop in the basement of Holy Cross and see if I can’t find me some duds that don’t have too many holes in ‘em or stains on ‘em.”

  Not completely clueless, Mom’s face reddened. She knew full well that she was being poked fun at. She nodded once and hurried out of my house, leaving the door open behind her.

  As soon as she was out of ear shot, I turned and slapped Flynn’s chest. “Are you nuts? You just practically told my mother that we’re together!”

  “So?”

  “We’re not!”

  He pushed the door shut and grinned. “We are. You just haven’t accepted it, yet.”

  “You can’t go to that dinner, Flynn. Not a chance. It’s no joke. Sunday dinner at the Richardsons’ is brutal. They’re like sharks circling the tank.”

  He chuckled. “I appreciate your concern, sweetheart, but I promise you I can handle myself. And I’m not joking either. About anything. We are together. You’ll get there. In the meantime, I won’t push—too much.” He grinned. “Especially now that I’ve got a dinner date.”

  “You’re not seriously going?”

  “Hell, yeah. I was invited.”

  He must have seen the look of horror on my face.

  He leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Don’t worry, Arden. I make a great first impression. Didn’t you notice how your mom just loved me?”

  I tried to catch his arm and pull him to a stop, but before I could, he was out the door and strolling down the driveway.

  When he got to his Harley, he stopped. “What time should I pick you up tomorrow? I’d hate to be late, this being our first date and all.”

  “Flynn!” I crossed my arms under my chest and watched as he winked at me once more before hopping on his bike, firing it up, and riding off.

  I stood there chewing my lip as I pondered all the ways this could prove to be disastrous.

  10

  Flynn

  I’d taken out a half-page ad in the Sunkissed Key Chronicle announcing the shop’s reopening, and business had slowly started to trickle back in. I’d also been interviewing and hiring new staff. I glanced up at the clock and grabbed a shop rag to wipe the grease off my hands. I’d been working on the timing belt of a twenty year old Toyota Camry, but it was getting about that time to get cleaned up and ready for dinner with the Richardsons.

  It ought to be riot. I wanted to meet Arden’s family and learn where she came from, for better or worse. I had a feeling they had a lot to do with why she shied away from me.

  I locked the front of the shop and turned all but the safety lights off before heading to the staircase that led to my apartment. The sound of the side door opening stopped me. To my surprise, Arden walked in, stepping around a set of tires.

  My body tensed and my cock stiffened as I drank her in. She did that to me just by her presence. Her hair was curled and pinned away from her face, and she wore a conservative white dress that fell to her knees and covered her breasts as well as any and all hint of cleavage. She looked so pure, so chaste, so fucking pretty. She managed to look hotter in a puritanical outfit than a stripper looked in a G-string and pasties.

  As she came closer to me, I saw that she’d put on a touch of mascara and a simple pink lipstick that hid the natural color of her lips. I liked the way she looked without it, but I was more than willing to kiss it all off her.

  I stepped off the bottom stair and dropped the shop rag I’d been holding.

  “Hey. I was gonna jump in the shower and come pick you up.”

  “Hey. I just thought I’d come and give you a quick run-down on my family…” She stopped. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  I took another step towards her. “Like what?”

  “Like you’re starving and I’m on the dollar menu at the drive-thru. Stop it.”

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Arden?” I closed the gap between us and stood there, aching with the need to claim her. “I’ve kept my hands to myself for the last two days and you come in here, looking like that… It’s torture. I want to eat you up.”

  Her cheeks colored. “I wish you wouldn’t say things like that.”

  I ran my knuckle down her cheek and grunted. “No?”

  “No.” She swallowed loud enough for me to hear it and reached a tentative hand up to touch a spot on my jaw. “Dirt. You had a spot of dirt on your face…”

  “Why do you wish I wouldn’t say things like that, Arden?”

  She swayed closer and rested her hand on my chest. “Because.”

  “Because?”

  Sh
e met my gaze and her hand flexed slightly, her nails lightly digging into my skin. She tried to avoid my question. “I just… I just wanted to give you another chance to back out of dinner. My family isn’t like normal families. They’re—”

  “Don’t try to change the subject. Why do you wish I wouldn’t say things like that? Why shouldn’t I tell you how much I want to bury my face between your thighs and taste your sweet pussy, lick you until you tremble and come apart? Why shouldn’t I tell you that I toss and turn at night because I can’t stop wondering what it will feel like when I bury my cock deep inside you and fuck you until you scream my name?” I slid my arms around her waist. “Tell me, Sweet Arden.”

  She gasped when I tightened my grip, locking her body against mine. I knew she could feel my erection pressing into her stomach, but it was only fair because I could smell the mouthwatering aroma of her arousal.

  She swallowed loudly. “Holy Shit. That’s hot.” Her chest heaved against mine and she tangled her hand in my shirt and yanked my face closer to hers. “Maybe we should think about the implications of this, if it happens.”

  I trailed my hands down to her ass and cupped it. Growling, I flexed my fingers. “Oh, it’s happening.”

  Her eyes darkened.

  With my lips a breath away from hers, I grinned. “Here’s the implications of this: you deserve a man who wants to cherish you. A man who can’t ever get enough of these delicious curves of yours, a man who will do whatever it takes to make you writhe in pleasure. I am that man.”

  She inhaled sharply, then closed the space between our lips. Her hands tangled in my hair and held on as she let out the sexiest needy moan. She didn’t need to hold on; there was no chance I was letting her go. My sweet little mate with the chaste white dress burst into flames in my arms, deepening the kiss, matching my tongue stroke for stroke.

  I growled into her mouth as I lifted her up and against me. Her thighs locked around my waist and I cursed the layers of fabric between us. I needed to feel her bare skin against my bare skin.

  Our tongues tangled and Arden nipped my lip, yanked my hair, moaned into my mouth. Her small body rocked against mine as she dug her heels into my ass. A match had been struck inside my little mate and she was hot as fire. I loved the passion she held inside, and I loved even more that she was so willing to unleash it on me.

  Desperate for more of her, I walked her forward until we bumped into the front of a car. My Mustang. I sat her on top of the hood and ran my hands up her calves. The silkiness of her dress was nothing compared to the soft thighs beneath. Stroking her smooth legs, I pushed her dress higher until I grazed the edge of her panties. Lace. I had to see her in them before dragging them off.

  I broke away from our kiss and held her heavy-lidded gaze as I lifted her dress higher so I could feast on the vision of her bare thighs for the first time. White lace panties against her creamy skin, they were small and delicate with a telltale damp spot that smelled like heaven and made my cock jump. I slid them slowly down her legs revealing, a little at a time, the treasure between her thighs.

  Arden’s knees reflexively clamped together as I slid her panties past them. I slipped them over her feet and shoved them in my pocket. A little whimper escaped her throat when I swung her right calf up onto my shoulder, exposing her glistening pussy. The motion made her fall back on the hood, and she propped herself on her elbows. I started at her ankle, kissing, biting, flicking my tongue, I wanted to taste and savor every inch of her.

  Her pretty pink pussy lips were slick and inviting, screaming for me to devour her. Arden watched me through thick lashes, her mouth parted, her chest heaving. Her eyes were molten. Her lips were bruised from our kissing.

  I held her legs apart and stared for a moment, committing the vision to memory. The breath left my lungs. Every secret inch of her was bared to me, and she was exquisite. Her pulse beat hard at her throat and color stained her cheeks.

  When she wiggled, and her whimpers turned more desperate, I wrapped my arms around her hips and buried my face in her sweet center. Using my tongue and teeth, I teased and played with her. I tasted every delicious inch of her, delved as deep inside of her as I could get with my tongue and left her trembling. Just as I felt her begin to go over the edge, I focused on her sensitive clit, flicking my tongue gently back and forth over it.

  Arden’s hips lifted and she screamed my name. As her cries echoed around the garage, I found myself hoping everyone passing on the street heard her pleasure. Her orgasm was powerful as it hit, her muscles quivering, her fingers tugging at my hair, she writhed wildly under me.

  Her chest rose and fell as she stared at me, still between her legs tonging her languidly, lapping up her juices. Her eyes were wide. She appeared surprised by her own pleasure. I grinned. She hadn’t seen anything yet.

  11

  Arden

  My body was still shaking from dizzying pleasure when Flynn pulled me off the car, turned me around, and bent me over it. I sucked a needy breath into my straining lungs as my hands slapped the hood. Pressing into me from behind, he molded his body over mine and gripped my chin turning my face to his so he could kiss me. I tasted myself on his tongue, then gasped as I felt his bare flesh against my ass. Long and hard as granite.

  His whisper was raw against the shell of my ear. “Guide me inside, Sweet Arden.” I shivered as I gripped his shaft and pumped it. My back arched, my head dropped against his chest. He was big and despite the fact that I was slick and ready, he stretched me as he slowly entered.

  Flynn pulled my hand away and slapped it back on the hood of the car. Burying his face against my neck, he withdrew slightly and pumped back inside until I felt his thighs hitting mine. Completely sheathed in me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and hovered there. The air felt like it was alive around us. Energy seemed to lick out and stroke my body as I waited for him to move.

  I was lost to him. I rolled my hips. His hands locked on them and his throaty moan was music to my ears. Pulling almost all the way out, he reached around and his finger circled my clit as he thrust back in—harder than I’d expected. I would’ve stumbled if he hadn’t been holding me steady. My core throbbed as I waited for more. The next strokes were gentle and slow. Then, another hard thrust. He alternated like that, unpredictable and keeping me on the edge, until I wanted to scream.

  I was gasping for breath, panting, as he unzipped the back of my dress and slid his hand inside to cup my breast. His thumb flicked over my nipple, and his strokes got harder and harder. My hands tried to dig into the hood of the car, trying to hold onto anything as he fucked me. His hand came up and settled over mine, his fingers slipping between mine.

  My orgasm exploded out of me, from every single nerve ending in my body. He felt bigger as my vaginal walls clamped around him, pulsing with increased blood flow.

  “Mine.”

  Flynn’s guttural growl made me shiver. I opened my mouth to cry out, my body drowning in pleasure, as Flynn’s own release shot out in warm bursts. We remained that way for several minutes, holding onto each other as we came down together.

  Flynn peppered kisses along my neck, face, and shoulders until he finally pulled out of me. Then, sweeping me up in his arms, he carried me up the stairs and into the small apartment above his garage.

  I wanted to look around, but I was still so dazed with pleasure, I could barely keep my head up as he carried me into the bathroom. I had just had the strongest, most intense orgasm of my life. My head was still in the clouds, too much so to be shy as he undressed me and placed me in the shower, under the stream of hot water, before climbing in with with me.

  Flynn rolled the bar of soap in his hands to lather it and then began soaping my body tenderly. From my neck to my toes, he gently scrubbed every inch of me, his big hands caressing my body so thoroughly and lovingly, he worked me into another frenzied desire. He knelt, half out of the shower, to taste me again. He worked me right up to the edge of orgasm before the hard, maleness of his body
wrapped around me from behind, capturing me, and he took me up against the shower wall.

  We hadn’t said anything else to each other, but I felt like we all of a sudden shared a connection, like we were somehow operating on the same mental wavelength. We stared into each other’s eyes as we towel-dried each other. His eyes trailed over my naked body and I did the same to him. There was so much heat and desire in his eyes that I didn’t try to hide the roundness of my body. I didn’t think about the size of my hips or ass. The way Flynn looked at me made it abundantly clear that he liked what he saw. Very much. Standing in front of him with dripping hair, no makeup, completely bare, I’d never felt more beautiful, more vibrant, or more sexy.

  It wasn’t until I heard ringing coming from my dress that reality slapped me upside the head. Breaking away from our staring contest, I grabbed for the phone tucked away in the front pocket of my discarded dress.

  “Oh, god. It’s my mom.” I noticed the time and gasped. “Fuck! We’re late for dinner!”

  Flynn hugged me from behind, his still hard shaft tucking against my ass and grinned wickedly. “Such a sweet mouth to utter such dirty words. I love it.”

  I caught sight of us in the mirror and couldn’t help the smile that stretched my lips. He was hot as hell and staring back at me with so much warmth and affection in his dark eyes. My phone rang again and I was jerked back to reality. “Should I answer? I shouldn’t, right?”

  “Answer. Tell her we’re on our way.”

  I panicked. “I can’t go over there. Not after what we just did. No, no. Quick, think of a good excuse.”

  Laughing, he nipped my shoulder and picked my dress up. “Answer and put this back on, Arden. We’re going.”