Picture Perfect (25 page)

Greeting Devon with a hug, I followed her lead as she walked us to a long table at the end of the room.  It didn’t escape my attention that she’d made sure that we were still able to see the guys while we spoke.  Of course, I didn’t think she was watching them all, and I wasn’t wrong because her gaze repeatedly went to Cole.

“Alright girl, spill!  Flynn came to rehearsal Monday happier than any man that beautiful has a right to be.  It only took about five minutes for him to work the words ‘my girlfriend’ into the conversation.  When he wasn’t singing, he was yapping about how amazing you are and how much he loves living with you.  There wasn’t one person that hadn’t previously heard that he’d moved you in who didn’t almost pass the fuck out.  He’s never even had a serious relationship before, but with you, he went the extra mile to move your ass in AND get you out here
weeks
ahead of schedule. Not to be crude, but this
is
Flynn Rand we’re talking about.  He has bitches throwing themselves at him all day, every day.  If he didn’t feel something for you, he wouldn’t have moved you in.”

When she took a breath, I thought it was time for me to say something, but instead she plowed on.

“Flynn’s reputation precedes him girl, and the fact that you’ve whipped his ass so quickly is astonishing.  Do you even have any clue how many women before you have tried and failed within hours?  The weeks that I was working with the band before he met you, I thought he was a very nice, very funny man. I also thought that he was hell on women.  His body language screamed disinterest no matter how beautiful the girls were that came on to him.  Then he met you at the night of the party and bam! 
New Flynn
.  Suddenly he was all smoldering looks and nervous energy when you were around.  When your name comes up, he puffs up as if he just won a gold medal.  I saw the picture that his Gram put up on Twitter.  He has you living in his house, he’s introduced you to the family, and there is
no way
he’s letting go.  Do you notice that even now, as he’s rehearsing, he’s still watching everything you do?  It’s crazy!”

Of
course, I noticed.  I was incapable of really noticing anything but Flynn.  He’d become everything to me, and it was scary shit.  I was helpless to stop it, mostly because I didn’t want to.  This once in a lifetime feeling was something that I wanted to soak in.

I knew I was blushing, but I didn’t really care.  “I notice Devon, believe me, I notice.  He’s amazing.  I don’t even know what to say because I’m afraid to jinx it.  Flynn’s the only guy that I’ve ever felt that way about and to be honest, it’s really overwhelming.  Between you and me… I’m terrified that once we get on the tour everything is going to go to shit.  All those girls…”

With a wave of her hand she poo-pooed my fears.   “Um… Hello… McFly?  You’re seeing that he’s moved you in, watches you like you’re a magnet for his eyes AND he’s introduced you to his family.  You really need to get your head out of your ass girl. I would understand your fears if he didn’t look at and talk about you the way he does- but seriously… he’s had the tour experience for a decade.  The way he looks at you, the way he talks about you- neither of those things is going to change once the tour starts.  Cole knows him better than anyone in the world and he says that we can put an X next to Flynn’s name from here on out, because he’s officially off the market for good.  You have to realize that Cole, more than anyone else, would know.  Flynn’s serious.”

A thousand butterflies spread their wings in my stomach as I allowed myself to imagine how amazing it would be if Flynn didn’t turn into a different person once we got on the road.  I wasn’t ready to discuss it with anyone yet though, so I decided to steer the conversation away from Flynn and me.

“Ah… since you brought him up, I’m asking.  What’s going on with you and Cole… and Ian?”

Blushing furiously, Devon looked down at the table.  “Is it that obvious that something’s going on?”

Putting my hand on her shoulder, I squeezed encouragingly.  “Sweetie, no, that’s not what I meant.  I noticed because I’m a people watcher, hence the reason I’m a photographer.  You all have very intense chemistry.  Cole devours you both with his eyes, you look like you’re on fire inside and Ian is a mix of desperate to be with you both and terrified of what’s happening.  Am I right?”

Blowing out a frustrated breath, Devon nodded in affirmation.  “You pretty much just nailed it.  Co
le’s been very upfront about his desires, and I’m on board.  How can I not be?  Look at those two.  Each of them does something to me that I can’t explain.  It would be like a dream if Ian would get his head out of his ass.  He’s reticent to do anything with Cole because he’s hung up on not being gay.  As if that matters!  He wants us both and we both want him.  Meanwhile I’m dying over here of frustration.  Cole won’t have sex with me unless Ian’s there.  He’s positive that at some point Ian will come around and the three of us will be able to start a relationship.  He says we need to start together, not separately.  It’s killing me.”

I couldn’t imagine feeling the way I did about Flynn for two men, and I felt bad for Devon that she
didn’t have the relationship that she wanted.

“Do you and Cole see the relationship being serious if Ian joins in?”

With an emphatic nod she explained, “Absolutely.  Cole says he’s never felt like this about anyone, much less two people.  I feel the same way, and even Ian admits that he does too.  Now it’s just a question of getting him to let go of the gay thing.”

“Once you’re on tour, he can’t
avoid either of you.  I’ll bet that’s when this thing takes flight.”

Her face a mix of anxiety
, hope and desperation, she shrugged her shoulders.  “I hope so Tessa, I really do.  I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

Our conversation came to a halt when rehearsal ended and Flynn made a beeline for me.  Pulling me into his arms
, he smiled down at me as he asked, “What did you think baby?”

What I thought wasn’t appropriate to say in a room full of people so I smiled and said, “I thought it was amazing!  I can’t wait for opening night.”

Standing on my tiptoes I pulled his head to mine.  Wrapping my hand around his neck, I turned his head and whispered my real answer in his ear.  “What I really think is that we’ve got an emergency.  Since the moment you started singing, I’ve been hot for you.  By that I mean that I can’t even wait until later today.  I’m so wet it’s ridiculous.  I need you now.  Can you make that happen?”

Running his hands down my back, he pulled me closer to him so that I could feel that my words had aroused him.  An involuntary shiver ran up my spine and I licked the shell of his ear- I hoped surreptitiously.  Turning me so that I was facing the group, he pulled me tight against him.  “Me and my girl are going to go find some food.  See you guys in
ninety minutes, yes?”

After a chorus of affirmatives, he hustled me from the room.  It wasn’t lost on me that he kept me glued to him so that he could hide his erection from the others, but I’m pretty sure they had to have at least suspected
, because he wouldn’t let me go.  Within a minute we were outside at his car and seconds after that he was peeling out of the parking lot.  Looking over and taking in my puzzled expression, he chuckled. 

“There’s a motel
two buildings down. It’s terribly tacky but right now, it’s going to save our asses.  You’re going in and renting a room.  I’d do it myself but we both know that’s a horrible idea unless we want the paparazzi banging on the door.  But on the subject of cameras- bring your little camera when we get into the room.  We’re taking pictures.”

I liked this plan, found it kinky and funny at the same time.
  When he pulled up in front of the motel, I ran inside and got the room renting process underway.  Five minutes later I was seventy dollars poorer but had a key to a room near the back of the parking lot in my hand as I hauled ass back out to the car.  I told Flynn where to park and he had the car off and my door open less than a minute later.  Clearly I wasn’t the only one who was desperate.

We were like to sex crazed idiots as we struggled with the
lock, laughing in relief when we finally got the door to open.  I had about sixty seconds to take in the surroundings (these were not attractive accommodations, but desperate times called for desperate measures) as Flynn yanked the hideous polyester comforter off the bed and tossed it on the floor.

The comforter wasn’t even settled on the floor yet when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. 
I let out a breathy laugh as I bounced, then all humor disappeared when he came down on top of me and captured my mouth in a kiss that was pure sin.

I whimpered helplessly as he suckled my tongue in his mouth, the ache in my core so intense that it was making me
frantic.

Lifting his mouth from mine, Flynn looked into my eyes.  “Fuck babe, you’re already there aren’t you?”

I nodded even as I arched against him, my body begging him to take the edge off. 

“Take your clothes off baby
.”

I had my shorts, tee shirt, bra, underwear, shoes and socks off so fast that I’m pretty sure I set
some kind of speed record.  Flynn only had his tee shirt and shorts off, and I was too hot to wait any longer.  Lying back against the pillows, I spread my legs and slid my hand between my legs.  I cried out when I realized how wet I was.  Even though I knew that I was beyond aroused, I was stunned by just how drenched I actually was. 

Flynn’s eyes focused entirely on my fingers as I ru
bbed against my clit.  Grabbing my camera he powered it on and took a few dozen shots of me pleasuring myself.  Even when he stopped taking pictures, he was so absorbed with my actions that he continued to watch as he took his clothes off. 

“Jesus baby, you’re so damn wet.  You need to come badly don’t you?”

Shivering, I nodded my head as I rubbed quicker.  “
Yessss
….”

“Spread your legs wide babe and hold your pretty pussy lips open for me.  I’m not about to let all that sweet cream go to waste.”

I spread as wide as I could and then held myself open for him, crying out as he used the flat of his tongue and took one long, slow lick.  Pressing my feet into the mattress, I lifted myself toward his tongue. 

“Please honey
....  I need you so bad!”

His response was a warm
breath on my ultra-sensitive clit, the feeling so other worldly that I cried out and shuddered beneath him.  I was literally throbbing, my need for him taking over my body in a way I’d never experienced.

“God, Tessa, you’re so fucking hot.  My baby’s pussy needs my fingers and my tongue doesn’t it?”

I was past the point of playing, and it made me demanding.  “Stop torturing me goddammit.  It hurts Flynn.  Make. Me. Come.”

Smiling at me he asked, “Is that an order, or are you begging?”

Glaring at him I shouted, “It’s whatever you want it to be.  PLEASE!”

“Like I sa
id babe, your pussy is greedy. I fucking love that because it means your body knows that it belongs just to me and it understands that I’m the one that can make it sing.”

Watching his head descend back between my thighs was so sexy that I swear I swooned for a moment.  I loved the silkiness of his shoulder length hair as it tickled my inner thighs almost as much as I loved his tongue wiggling and sliding all over my clit.  Everything he did with that mouth, from talking to singing to kissing to oral sex blew my mind.  The Gods had been very generous with Flynn’s
mouth; of that there was no doubt.

I panted and moaned as he worked me over, my brain a big vat of mush stew.  Circling my sex with his tongue, he did five quick sucks on my clit.  I cried out as my back arched and my free hand fisted in his hair as I held him against me.  “
Ohhhh… babyyyyy… don’t stop!”

He chuckled against me and shook his head to let me know that he understood. 
My hips moved of their own volition, straining against him as I sought relief for the ache that had been building for hours.  Sliding two fingers in deep, he began thrusting inside of me in tandem with his tongue at my clit. 

“Oh please, please, please, please….
FLYNN
! I’m coming!”

My head whipped back and forth on the pillows as I
came.  I felt myself releasing onto his tongue, heard his fingers thrusting into my wetness as my orgasm went on and on.  I was out of control, sky diving with no parachute as Flynn’s tongue and fingers kept up the torture that was so intense that it hurt, but in an incredibly good way.  The feeling of his tongue sliding through my fingers and against my clit was crazy intense, and my body continuously bucked up into his as I sought the contact with his tongue.

His two fingers slid out for a moment and I groaned because I wanted them back.  I didn’t miss them for long because he slid three fingers back in as he rubbed inside of me right against a spot that had me seeing stars.

My body erupted in a wave of orgasms, my breath lodged in my throat as I struggled to remain conscious.  Only Flynn held me to earth because the rest of me was long gone as my body quaked and flailed helplessly beneath his tongue and fingers.