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I whimpered then cried out when he put his cock on top of my ridiculously drenched sex and started sliding back and forth.  Holding onto his biceps, I stared into is eyes as he thrust back and forth.  There was something about him being on top of me that was making my heart flutter in my chest funny, but right then I was too far-gone to focus on it.  Pulling him to me, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and began kissing the hell out of him as I held on for dear life while he thrust back and forth.  It felt amazing, but I wanted him inside of me more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life. 

Pulling away from his mouth I yelled, “Oh, God, Flynn!  Fuck me!  I need you inside.”

I almost died when he shook his head in the negative.  “No sweetness.  I promised, and I’m not letting you down.  Wanna be deep in this pussy babe, filling you with so much come that you can’t keep it all inside, but tonight isn’t the night.”

I shivered and cried beneath him, desperate to come but needing something more than just the friction against my clit.  “Please! Oh Flynn, please, please, please. 
Put. It. In.
  I’m begging!  I need… I can’t…
PLEASE
!  Fuck me!”

He growled as he captured my mouth with his again, but he didn’t fuck me.  Instead, he thrust two fingers inside me and fucked me with them
instead of his cock.  He moved his fingers in time to his thrusts against my clit.  It felt so good, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he slammed them in and out at a breakneck speed.  Within seconds, I was screaming as my body hit orgasm at a million miles an hour.  One orgasm led right into another when he pulled his fingers out and then pushed back in with three fingers, harder and tighter than before.

“God! Fuck Tess… Such a tight little cunt.  Grip my fingers babe and come again.  You feel fucking amazing.”

My keening wail as I came again was met with a yell of Flynn’s as his cock erupted on my clit, the force and the heat of his orgasm causing me to tremble and shake beneath him as his fingers continued to fuck me until my own came to an end.

Rolling over, Flynn pulled me on top of him and rubbed my back as I came back to earth.  His heart thundered under my head, his body slick with sweat.  As I regained some semblance of reality, I realized that I was also drenched with sweat.  I’d never gotten sweaty during any kind of sex
ual encounter before, but with Flynn, it seemed natural.  The combined scent of the two of us together was beautifully erotic and comforting all at the same time.

Clasping my hands together on his chest, I settled my chin on them and looked up at him.  He smiled down at me, his look one of adoration.

Smiling tentatively at him I said, “I wanted you to take me, Flynn.  I would never have been angry or held it against you if you’d complied.  I hope that isn’t what held you back.”

Pulling me further up his chest, he kissed me before settling me into the nook at his side and wrapping his arms around me.

“I know you wanted me to, and don’t think for one second that every fiber of my being didn’t want to join with you completely right then too.  I wanted to babe, but I need to be the man that is worthy of you more.  You need to know that I will always stay true to the promises I give you.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.  I was completely done in, overwhelmed, and touched in a way that I never had been before.  The silence stretched for a moment as I tried to form words. 
Kissing his neck, I snuggled in closer to his side.  “I already know that you’re more than worthy.”

Rubbing my shoulders he said, “That means everything
to me sweetness.”

Disentangling himself from me, he stood from the bed.  My heart dropped to my feet as I wondered if he was about to leave or get weird.  Instead, he went to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth to clean me off with.  I knew that with anyone else, I’d have felt really uncomfortable about that level of intimacy, but with him, it felt really lovely. 

Climbing back into the bed, he got us under the covers and then pulled me against him to snuggle.  I’m pretty sure I was asleep before he’d finished wrapping his arms around me.

The next morning we woke up late.  At my request, we showered together.  I lovingly washed every beautiful inch of her, and she returned the favor by washing me as well.  When she finished with me, I sat her on the bench and dropped to my knees so that I could make her come with my lips and my tongue while I jerked myself off.  As I came, she bent over and rubbed the tip of my cock to gather my cream.  I watched in awe as she lifted her fingers and sucked them into her mouth, my only response a tortured groan.  Leaning forward I dropped my head into her lap and tried to get myself under control as she gently scratched my back.  She was ruining me for anyone but her, and she didn’t even realize it.

I could feel it as it happened, and I knew I’d never be the same.  She was wrapping herself around my mind and heart, working her way into a spot in my soul that I was coming to
understand was there just for her.

Tessa was
blissed out after the shower, but I was an uptight mess.  The clock was winding down on our time together, and a glance at it showed that I needed to have her to the airport in less than three hours.  Did it fucking figure that I finally found an amazing girl and now three thousand miles were going to separate us?  There was no fucking way that I was staying away from her for four weeks, but we were going to miss a lot of time together no matter what I did.

Once we were both dressed I took her to brunch at a local hole in the wall that I ate at all the time.  I’d considered taking her to my dad
’s for lunch omelets, but I didn’t feel like sharing her, which was another first for me.  Normally I didn’t give a shit who was around, and I generally liked people to distract the girls I was with so that they wouldn’t cling. With Tessa, I wanted to be off the grid so I threw my cell phone in my glove compartment because I didn’t want anything to disturb us. We had a great meal together and as I was coming to expect, the conversation flowed perfectly. 

All too quickly, brunch was over and it was time to take her back to the Mondrian to get the rest of her luggage.  The drive to LAX passed by in the blink of an eye, and the next thing I knew, I was dropping her at the curb.  Gone are the days when you can take your friend to the gate and hang out until their plane is ready to depart.  Now, you drop and run.  Suddenly, I
deeply
hated that shit. Why the fuck couldn’t I linger with her?

Throwing on my LA Kings hat and a pair of sunglasses, my handy ‘don’t notice me’ disguise, I got out of the car and took her luggage out. 

After I tipped the valet for getting her bags onto his cart, I pulled her into my arms for a kiss.  Time stood still as we devoured each other, our kiss fierce and desperate.  Clearly, neither of us wanted to separate from the other.  I was so keyed up that I almost punched the valet in the face when he discreetly coughed to break us apart. 

“I’m sorry sir, but the
y are going to ticket you if you don’t move your car.  This area is for drop off only.  You can’t dilly-dally.”

Letting out an
aggravated sigh, I stepped back.  Keeping my eyes on hers, I smiled as I rubbed her lips with my thumb.

“Call me when you get home. I’m going to miss you
like fucking crazy.”

Smiling shyly at me, she ran her fingers over my cheek.  “I’ll miss you too.  I’ll call as soon as I get home.”

With one last quick kiss, she was gone.  My heart hurt as I watched her walking away, a sight that I didn’t enjoy in the least.  I was brought out of my reverie when a cop pulled up behind my car and honked.  With a shake of my head, I got into my car and left.

At the first red light, I checked my phone to find that I had four messages.  The first one was from my manager, while the last three were from my dad.  He didn’t sound like himself at all.  Not upset, exactly, but completely shattered.  All each of his messages said was that he needed to talk to me right away, and preferably in person.  I panicked as I imagined the worst.  What if he was sick, or if one of my grandparents was hurt?  My palms started to sweat as broke damn near every law of responsible driving to get to my dad
’s house as quickly as humanly possible. 

The sight of his Mercedes in the driveway
calmed me down a bit, but I was still a nervous wreck.

I was out of my car the second I had it in park, running into the house at top speed. 

“Dad? Dad! Where are you?”

My steps came to an abrupt halt when I found him in the living room.  He was sitting on the couch with his elbows propped on his knees, his head held in his hands.  I’d not seen my dad so undone since my mother died, and it scared the piss out of me.  My heart was beating so loud that I’m surprised the room wasn’t
shaking with the vibration.

“Shit, dad, what’s wrong?”

He jerked his head up, surprised to see me standing over him.  That scared me even more than how dejected he seemed, because I’d made a lot of noise coming into the house.  Whatever he needed to tell me, it was serious.  My mind was operating at warp speed as I tried to prepare myself for what was coming.  I didn’t know what I’d do if he told me he was sick, or if something was wrong with my grandparents. 

“Oh Flynn… I’m so goddamn sorry.”

“Dad, you’re literally scaring me to death.  What the hell is going on?”

Shaking his head and wiping his eyes, my dad gestured to the spot on the couch next to him.  “You need to sit down son.  I need to tell you something.”

I dropped onto the sofa like it was the electric chair.  He was scaring the bejesus out of me.

“Dad, are you sick?  Gram and Pop, are they okay?”

Grabbing my hand, he squeezed.  “We’re all fine, everyone is healthy.  I’m sorry- I should have said that in my message.  That’s not what this is about.”

That calmed me down, but
not as much as it needed to.  Serious health issues not withstanding, something was still upsetting my dad, and I needed to know what that was.

“I need you to listen to me son, and don’t ask questions until I’m finished.  If you’re angry, you can yell at me then.  Just let me get this out.”

Well, that didn’t sound encouraging.  I nodded my agreement, even as I wondered why my dad would think I could ever be angry with him.

“It was agony to watch the love of my life die, and I don’t think there was anything anyone else could have done or said to help me prepare for what that did to me inside.  Every day for two years, I watched
Rachel get weaker, watched the cancer eat away at her body.  Do you remember that there were times we couldn’t share a bathroom with her or really touch her much because of the chemo? That was a bitter pill to swallow.  I lived to touch that woman, and then that was taken away.  I saw the end coming for her and I knew nothing we did was going to make any difference.  I live with that guilt every day- wondering if I’d been able to appear stoic if she would have stopped letting them dose her with things that were killing her from the inside out.  We left no stone unturned and no treatment avenue was unexplored. I would have thrown myself in front of a truck to save her, given up my own life in return for hers, but cancer didn’t care about that.  It took her anyway, and it left me behind to live a life without the woman I loved more than life itself.  Part of my heart went down into that grave with her.  If it hadn’t been for you, I’d have done something drastic so that I could be with her again.  The fact that you were a living reminder of our love kept me alive.  If I’d been a better man, that would have been enough.  Instead, I went off the fucking rails.”

I had no idea where he was going with all of this, but he was really freaking me out.  As a rule, my dad didn’t really curse in front of me, especially not the F word.  That alone meant that he was really upset.

“I basically left you with Gram and Pop for about three months.  I was drowning Flynn, and I swear to God, I regret that every day of my life.  I let my wife down by being a shit father to the only part of her I had left.  I should have been thanking God that at least I had a piece of her to look at forever, but instead I focused on what I didn’t have.  I was crazy angry, bitter, and drunk.  Luckily for all of us, Gram sat me down and gave me the business.  Pop also gave it to me with both barrels.  By the time they were finished with me
,
I had no delusions about what a pathetic waste I was becoming, or about how heartbroken your mother would be about how much I was letting you down.  They scared me straight, and our lives benefited greatly from that.  I’ve spent the years since trying my hardest to make up for that lapse in my sanity, and until today, I thought it wasn’t something we were ever going to need to discuss.”

Taking a deep breath, he plowed on.  “John brought a woman here to talk to me
this morning.  She’s the sister of a woman that I hooked up with after your mother died.  What happened back then was nothing meaningful at all- just a sexual relationship.  It went hand in hand with the drinking.  I just was so fucking desperate to be touched again, to feel anything that wasn’t agony.  Today I found out that my shit judgment led to that woman getting pregnant.  She had twins, Flynn.  I’ve got two daughters who are almost twenty-three.  Or, I think I do.  The woman, her name was Connie, was loose.  She’s dead now, and so is the man that they thought was their father. The woman that John brought here today, Sandra, has raised the girls for the last twelve years.  Sandra has requested a paternity test before we take this any further, but she also said that the girls have my eyes and that she’s pretty damn sure that they’re mine.”