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She realized the deeper they got involved the more that was at stake by not being completely honest up front. But if he banished her at this point, she’d have to leave and she’d never see her daughter again. She wanted to be with her some more; teach her to knit, and teach her other things too. She also wanted to get to know Flynn much, much more.

Natalie began crying and hoped Flynn didn’t see her. Resting her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and listened to the music and was sure she could hear Flynn’s heart beating. She’d only known him for a bit but the last time she felt exactly like this, she was falling in love with Emily’s father.





Chapter Nine



The wine had relaxed her, made her uninhibited. She’d pulled Flynn up to the motel room and inside where it was warm, cozy, and the night was young.

“Come here beautiful lady,” he said pulling her in close.

He kissed her. He was a great kisser. They were going to make love. His cock was rigid and pressed against her belly. She could only imagine how it would feel inside her.

My scar.

He’d see her scar. Unless of course she got creative.

She had the perfect plan. Natalie pulled away from him and bunched up her dress and pulled down her pantyhose and panties. Flynn didn’t take his eyes off her and the undergarments now lying on the top of her feet.

“Is someone in a hurry for sex?” He reached for the belt on her dress ready to tug it, but she stopped him.

“Take me like this with my dress on, but nothing underneath.”

“Is that what you like? Because I had visions of the first time we had sex, you sprawled naked on the bed with your legs wide apart and…

Shit, that sounded so much better, but for now, it had to be her way.

“This is my fantasy,” she said.

He smiled. “I have to admit that it turns me on too.”

Without trying to talk her into sex his way, he got down on his hands and knees. He wrapped his arms around her legs and began kissing her calves, and then her thighs. He kissed her mound through her dress while running his hands over her butt. Maybe this was a lot sexier than she’d thought. Yes, maybe this would work out for the best for both of them.

Flynn slid his hands around to the front of her body, gliding over her skin, like an expert massage therapist, and soon his fingers were running over her pubic hair. He glided a finger deep within her folds, catching her clit and stopping just short at the entrance of her pussy. Without warning, his long finger slipped inside her.

It felt so good.

She swallowed.

“Come on baby, relax because you feel very tense and I want you to enjoy this.”

He’d called her baby. Those four letters made her feel sexy. Made her feel wet and hot where it mattered the most.

And he was right about the tense pussy. She was nervous not only about the having sex with someone new, but making love with the man who’d had adopted her daughter.

He slid his finger back and forth, exciting her nerve endings, and stimulating her juices some more. It had been so long since a man had worked her body, and yes, mind into such a state.

Flynn withdrew his finger, stood, and looked her in the eye. “So you’re sure you want to do it like this?”

She nodded. She wanted him, wanted him now.

He put his hands on her biceps and walked her backwards until her butt gently hit the wall.

“Pull down my fly.”

His voice sounded deeper, his tone a little demanding, but she suddenly liked that quality. Flynn Monroe would be her first much older man. That excited her too. Nothing like experience in the bedroom.

She did what he’d asked, eased down his fly, and went one step more by pushing her hand inside his boxers. His rigid cock hit her palm.

He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a foil package as she worked her hand up and down his shaft, feeling it pulse, feeling its veins pump with blood, and a tiny dribble of pre- cum clinging to its head. He was big and long and her pussy throbbed thinking about it inside her.

He pushed her hand out, dropping his pants and boxers and with a certain finesse she’d never seen before, and then slipped the rubber over his dick.

“I have to admit I haven’t had sex in a long time so I might be a little rough and quick, but it’s only the beginning of what’s to come,” he said.

Rough and quick sounded fine with her.

Flynn yanked her dress up. She hoped he didn’t see the scar, but luckily the room was half lit. He nudged her thighs apart and then she felt the pressure as he parted her pussy lips and pushed his cock way up inside her.

Holy shit. It had never felt so good. A man hadn’t excited her quite like this.

He grabbed her and she held his arms as he thrust upward, almost lifting her feet off the ground. The big, strong cowboy taking her rough and against the wall. Her butt slapped against it a few times and she wondered if she’d have a bruised ass. Right now she didn’t care.