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  “I didn’t do anything for you,” she said.

  “Yeah,” I told her. “You did.”

  Emily

  My legs were still shaking as I followed Flash back into our hotel room.

  God, I wouldn’t even let Tommy kiss me in the gym, but I let Flash put his finger inside me and get me off on a public beach. People in the restaurant were within viewing distance, if they decided to look away from the bay. I consoled myself with the fact that it was dark enough on the sand that they couldn’t have been sure of what they were seeing…I hoped.

  Even so, though, I knew that I wouldn’t have changed things, even if I could. I wanted what he had to give me and I wanted it then and there. For the first time, I’d really believed that he wanted me. And that meant that just maybe there was something waiting for me in California besides another beating at my uncle’s hands and endless years of packaging and finding new, profitable ways to sell meth.

  Because I want him, too.

  If I told Flash the truth, there was a chance that he’d help me get out. That he’d judge me never crossed my mind. It was obvious that The Fallen had their hands as deep into the drug world as I did—maybe deeper, since my uncle had some kind of prejudice against cartels. For a few years there, he’d had a wild hair to go into business with one, but it evaporated overnight like most of his grand schemes.

  Maybe he’d even be willing to go with me back to the house in Malibu so I could get my documents and the few things of value I’d kept over the years. There was a stash of money, courtesy of me never eating lunch in high school, but I hadn’t been able to get it when he’d sent me away so quickly to stay at the resort. For the first time, I wondered why he’d sent me away so fast and what I would come home to find. But there was nothing I could do about it.

  Sighing, I thought of my room. I also had some photos of my parents, a few books I’d like to keep and a stuffed animal. If I had protection for once, getting the things and getting on with my life could be easy.

  But I didn’t care as much about that as I did about Flash himself. Every moment we spent together made me happier, because I finally felt that zing I’d been waiting for since I was a little girl. When we’d been at the market, he’d made me laugh over and over. It didn’t hurt that his ass in jeans was a work of art. It would take a stronger woman than I not to ogle it, and I’d helped myself to the view more than once, skimming my gaze over the taut muscles of his ass and back.

  His hands on my body, pushing me over the precipice on the beach and then holding me while I came back to myself, were the most amazing things. For years, I’d avoided being touched by almost anyone, but now I craved his hands on me. I didn’t think he could ever touch me enough for me to be satisfied. The whole way home, all I wanted was to throw him down and strip off his pants, to find that pulsing hardness that I’d only felt through clothing and to take him into my body.

  Flash turned back to me. “What do you want to do now?”

  Is he kidding? Deciding he was, I arched a brow and smiled. “I thought maybe we could read something together. Surely there’s a book somewhere in this room.” His mouth quirked.

  “If not, there are two in the bags still on my bike,” he said. “Going anywhere without a book is a bad policy.”

  Surprised, I ended the joke. “What do you read?”

  “Biographies. History. I like knowing what came before.”

  “I didn’t know…” I was too late to stop myself from speaking. It was a surprise that such a man read for pleasure. Flash was more wild parties than nights curled up with popcorn and a book.

  “That I could read?” He laughed, and I relaxed. He wasn’t offended. “My parents would have tanned my hide if I didn’t appreciate a good book. Never could get into fiction, but non-fiction? I’m down with it.”

  “I like fiction,” I said. “I spent a lot of time at the library in high school.”

  “What’s your favorite kind of story?”

  “Romance or fantasy, I think. Really, anything with a happy ending will do.”

  “Why?”

  His question opened me more than I was willing to be, exposing me. I wasn’t ready to share all the dark spaces in my heart with him yet. “There aren’t enough happy endings in life.”

  “We can make sure there are more,” he said. “You and me, together.”

  “I like the sound of that.” I meant it. His inexhaustible gentleness and humor charmed me. Life with him would be more than good.

  “I’m glad,” he said. “And I have something for you.”

  “What is it?” I hadn’t gotten a present in years. My uncle wasn’t going to give me any, and Tommy didn’t believe in them. So when Flash reached out for my wrist and pulled the bracelet I’d admired out of his pocket, I gasped.

  “I can’t believe it.”

  “It’s just string, Emmy,” he said. “I’ll get you something nicer when we’re home.”

  “This is more than perfect,” I said while he tied it tight enough that it wouldn’t fall off. Seeing it there, bright against my skin, I felt warmer than I ever had. “It’s wonderful. Thank you so much.”

  It’s strange how life can change so quickly in such a short time. I’d known men for years who I had no feelings for whatsoever—but it was different with him. Flash already felt like something I desperately needed to get through the day. When he’d walked away from me to get more food at the street fair, I’d missed him in the few moments he’d been gone. Missed him. I couldn’t recall missing anyone in my entire life, other than my parents.

  So instead of reiterating that happy endings are rare enough, and don’t happen for people like us, I walked to him and wrapped my arms around him. Expecting him to continue where we’d left off on the beach, I was surprised when his arms came around me and stayed there, still. Pressed against his big body, all the nerves that had built up on the walk back drained out of me.

  I wasn’t fanciful about my virginity, but I was also nervous. Nothing really changes after the first time a person has sex, of course, but I’d always been worried about adding more regrets to my tab. I didn’t want Flash to be someone I regretted later. More than that, I didn’t want him to regret me.

  “You okay?” he asked, and the sweetness of his voice was nearly my undoing.

  “I’m great,” I said, my voice muffled against his jacket. “It’s just that so much has happened.”

  “Life does that sometimes,” he said. “But no matter how it happened, I’m glad I’m here with you.”

  “I’m glad to be with you too.” I meant every word. He pulled away from me and removed his jacket so that he was clad in only a t-shirt and jeans, then reached for me.

  The reward for my honesty was a searing kiss. It wasn’t like the kiss on the beach, because we both knew where it was going to end. For the first time, he didn’t hold back. His hands were like steel bands on my arms, holding me tight against him. His head lowered to mine and he kissed me until my toes curled.

  While his mouth worked on mine, I shivered, loving the languid thrust of his soft tongue. It was the perfect counterpoint to the rising arousal and adrenaline working its way through my body.

  Pressing close to him, I could feel the iron shaft trapped behind his jeans. Soon that hardness would be mine. In me. Curious, I moved my hips to rub myself against him and the hand that had been splaying over my back tightened.

  “Don’t do that,” he said against my lips. “This will be over before we’ve started. I still need to get a condom.”

  Heady with power, I reached down between us to stroke the jeans over his length. “I like doing this,” I whispered, “I love the way you feel. And I’m on birth control.” My uncle had insisted on it when I started dating Billy.

  “Emily…” His breath was hot on my ear, and one of his hands dropped to tease the hem of my skirt, pushing it up. I gasped and parted my legs just a bit more. I’d never been so turned on by anything as I was by his hand sliding up my thighs whi
le I traced the outline of his erection.

  What he’d done to me on the beach had already made me melt, made me ready for him. But the fire had died to embers and now he was stoking it back up, returning me to a blaze. When his fingers hooked in the crotch of my panties and yanked them down, I buried my face in his chest.

  “You okay?” he asked, sliding a finger up and down my swollen folds. Knowing that it was only a taste of what was to come thrilled me. Nothing would get between us tonight—even if I was a little nervous about his huge cock pushing up into my body.

  A finger slipped in me and I felt my muscles flutter around it, excited. Using both hands, I popped the button on his jeans. “Get naked,” I said. “I want to see you.” My mouth was watering with anticipation.

  He nodded and pulled off the t-shirt, exposing rigid muscles and the black, inky swirl of the tattoo I’d noticed before. Moving closer, I examined him, pleasure radiating through me. When I leaned forward and flicked a flat nipple with my tongue, his eyes closed.

  “Emily…” I put my fingers to his mouth to stop him and continued my exploration. Biting gently on his shoulder, I kissed a line down to the open fly on his jeans. My fingers ached to yank them down, to finally see the part of him that would take me.

  So I did.

  He was so fantastic. The large head rose above the straight, pink shaft that was swollen with blood, eager to fuck me. Loving how turned on he was, I grasped the shaft and grinned when precum appeared on the head.

  “You like this?”

  “Yes,” he gritted out, his eyes hot on me.

  “What about this?” I leaned down to skate my tongue over his slit, swirling it through the drop of precum that had beaded there. When his massive body shuddered, I smiled and did it again.

  “Emily!” he shouted, grabbing me and pulling me up to face him. Then his hands were everywhere. He stripped me the same way I stripped him, biting each of my nipples when they were revealed to him. “You drive me crazy,” he said, pulling away and licking each one. They were hard and pebbled in the cool air of the room.

  “Me too,” I said, taking another look at his long, lean body.

  “I hope so,” he said, and I wanted him to know just how much I wanted him. How much I needed him in me.

  Taking his hand, I brought it to the juncture of my thighs, sliding it down over the smooth skin there. “Feel this?” I asked, stroking myself with his fingers until my eyes grew heavy with bliss. “I’m so wet for you.”

  “I love your pussy,” he said, taking control and stroking my clit while my hips bucked. Just when I thought he’d make me come again, he tossed me onto the bed, then knelt at the foot. Each hand wrapped around a leg and he pulled me to him.

  “Put your legs on my shoulders.” I obeyed, and his breath was warm against my slick heat. The part of me that was embarrassed by the strength of my response melted away when he said, “Ah, you’re perfect,” before licking me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

  “Flash…” I couldn’t say anything else, could only exist in the heat and slide of his tongue on my skin. I came once, my legs stiff over his shoulders while my center rocked across his face, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.

  So he gave me more.

  His tongue stroked me, ratcheting the tension higher and higher while I moaned and begged him to make me come again. When he worked a second finger into me, I nearly came apart.

  “I love the way your wet pussy hugs my fingers,” he said, pulling away from where he’d been lapping at my clit. “Soon it’s going to be my cock.”

  “Now, please!”

  “Not yet.” He curved his fingers in me until they hit nerves I didn’t realize I had and everything came apart like fireworks, high in the sky, shining and dazzling over everything they touched. I was still lost, spinning in the wave of pleasure he’d created, when he pushed me back on the bed, spreading my thighs apart and positioning his thick cock against my pussy.

  Taking himself in hand, he rubbed his hot, hard cockhead up and down my slit while I whimpered, wanting more of the contact. “More, please. Please, Flash.” His eyes lit when I said his name.

  “I need it too, Emmy,” he said, pushing just a little into my opening. As he moved deeper, I winced, but he didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. His hand kept working on my clit, mixing pleasure in as he stretched me, moving deeper into my body.

  “Flash…”

  “You okay, Emmy?”

  “Yes,” I said, gritting my teeth. When I moved my hips to help him, his shaft slid deeper and I felt pain—but it was manageable. Nothing like I feared. Moving slow, he pushed farther into my tight channel while I tried to get used to the feeling.

  When he was fully seated in me, he met my eyes.

  “I need you to be mine,” he said, and withdrew just a little. Losing some of the fullness made me moan and reach for his tight ass, yanking him back into me.

  “I’m yours,” I said, feeling my muscles squeeze his cock. “I am.”

  “Not just now,” he said, withdrawing and then sliding back in before I could protest. “When we get home, too. Tell me you’re going to stay with me.”

  Making promises was dangerous, but I wanted him so much. Not just this, the pleasure his thick shaft was giving me, but him—Flash himself. So I gave in. “I’m going to stay with you.”

  He rewarded me by flexing his hips and I gasped, my fingers going to his shoulders, then sliding down his back. I could feel the muscles taut under my palms, and it made me even wetter. God, he was beautiful.

  “Touch your clit,” he demanded, and I let my hand fall between us, moving it over my pleasure point while he pounded into me. When his mouth dropped to suck on my nipple, I bucked against him, sliding my own body along his shaft. His eyes lit with pleasure and he started fucking me harder.

  I could barely breathe while his big body was inside mine, but I didn’t feel like I needed breath. I just needed Flash to keep going, driving me up higher, closer to the explosion only he could give me. Raising my knees, I began to meet his thrusts, slamming against his body and stroking myself while he dipped and took my mouth again, his tongue delving deep in the same way his cock did.

  Taking both my hands, he pinned them above my head, driving into my melting body. With his free hand, he started stroking my clit. I could feel our hearts pounding in unison. I was so. Freaking. Close.

  Then I came apart, climaxing on the end of his shaft while he continued plunging into me. Obeying an instinct I didn’t know I possessed, I yanked my arms free, clutched him and pulled him closer, and then he was coming, exploding outward in hot bursts that made my orgasm renew, sending me into the stratosphere. Waves of rapture washed over me while I was locked together with him, until we both stopped moving and just lie there, all breath and sweat-moistened skin.

  “You’re mine now,” he whispered. “You’re everything.”

  Flash fell asleep after wrapping me in his arms, my face tucked under his chin. Fear rocked me, and I cuddled closer to him, trying to push it away. Before he was inside me, I never really knew what it was to want someone. Now I did, and I felt, deep down, that losing him would be like losing my parents again—not the same intensity or finality, of course, but that feeling that you’ve lost everything. The only love you have.

  For ten years, no one had loved me. Tonight, I found it again. Not just with anyone—with someone I wanted desperately. I wasn’t ever going to let him go.

  The next morning, I woke alone. Darting up, I searched the room for Flash and calmed when I spotted him sitting in one of the chairs by the desk.

  “Good morning,” I said, hesitant, as I climbed out of bed and grabbed his discarded t-shirt, throwing it over my head.

  “Hey you.” Flash stood up and walked over to me, pulling me close. He kissed me softly and fingered the hem of the t-shirt. “Why are you covering up such a perfect body?”

  I blushed and he squeezed me tighter.

  “What are
you doing?” I gestured to the desk.

  “Needed to get some work done, so I had a laptop delivered this morning.” I hadn’t even realized there was one sitting in front of him. “Lots of big stuff coming up for the club, and I can’t be there in person for church today, so I’m going to speak to Piston on webcam after, see what’s being done about Manuel.”

  “Oh,” I said, dejected. Everyone in his club would probably hate me for what had gone down. “Who’s Piston?”

  “It’s gonna be fine, Emmy.” He kissed the top of my head. “And Piston is the President of The Fallen.”

  “When do you need to speak to him?”

  “Not for a few hours. Want to head down to the beach and pass some of that time in a very small bikini?” I blushed and he slapped my ass hard. I yelped and glared at him, rubbing my posterior. Going out on the beach was incredibly appealing, even though I was sure there were other things he needed to do. But I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to spend a little time with him before we got home and I had to tell him the truth about my uncle. About me.

  “Come on, cutie,” he said, grabbing some fluffy white towels. “I’ll buy you a swimsuit in the gift shop.”

  Shrugging, I slipped into my skirt and a tank, then followed him out the door. Time in the sun would be nothing but good and would help both of us recharge.

  Hours later, we walked back into the hotel room, sun-kissed and covered with sand. Flash had rented an umbrella and some lounge chairs, then bought a cooler, drinks and snacks. By the time I joined him on the soft, white sand after changing in the cabana, he’d laid out a fantastic spread for us. Every time we walked back to our seating area from the water, he’d ply me with fruit and sparkling water, then offer to rub sunscreen in my back.

  “I don’t need it every hour,” I said, squinting at him in the bright sun. “I’m tan enough that I don’t burn very quickly.”

  “You might not need it, but I need to put it on you.” Pleasure mixed with embarrassment as I laughed at him. I couldn’t deny that I also enjoyed his hands on my skin.