He grunted and scowled at me. “I don’t have women over, either. It was…”
I narrowed my gaze on him. “Go on.”
He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. “It was easier if they didn’t know where I lived.”
“Solid plan.” I snorted. “You don’t have a personal assistant that’ll ‘take out the trash’ like Iron Man?”
A grudging smile lit his face. “No Pepper working for me, no. Though I’m sure neither Matthew nor his husband would object to kicking out anyone I asked them to. In fact, he gets frustrated if I don’t give him more to do.”
“You’re a total control freak.” When he turned down a long drive, I sat forward and slammed my hands on the dash. To Flynn’s credit, he didn’t jump. “This is your house? Get. Out.”
A sprawling three-story house that had to appraise in the millions was spread before us. Rock accents matched perfectly with the white trim and dark blue siding. I lost count of the arches, but every room inside must have a peaked ceiling.
And the landscaping. June was the heart of summer, and a rich green lawn surrounded the house and outbuildings that matched the style of the home. Neatly trimmed bushes lined the driveway and smaller manicured bushes rimmed the walkway to the house. To one side, a fountain spewed water next to a wide expanse of lush grass that made me itch to kick off my shoes and frolic. I might have to do that before we left.
He pulled along the driveway to a garage that took up one entire side of the massive structure. The wider of the four garage doors, doors that were nicer than any door I’d ever seen, lifted to reveal an open-bay garage.
“You do have a Batmobile.” I couldn’t identify the sports car, but it was sleek, black, and probably did zero to sixty in four seconds—if that was good for a car. I had no idea.
Flynn chuckled and parked. “Sometimes I need better gas mileage.”
He hopped out. I slid down. This garage didn’t have the musty, cracked-floor smell of my rental’s garage. There was also enough room for me to fully open the door and not have to slither against the wall. I could park another vehicle next to his truck and hang all the doors open and they still wouldn’t touch.
I couldn’t help myself. I wandered outside into the sun as he loaded a ladder in the bed of his pickup, which was now full. And that was why he drove such a massive truck.
The weather beckoned me. Sunny, a light breeze, there was nothing more summery than the smell of a freshly cut lawn. I toed off my shoes, rolled off my socks, and scurried across the driveway.
“Holy shit.” I stopped to inspect the surface. “Even your concrete is fancy.” The surface had been pressed and polished until it resembled cobblestone.
Flynn’s athletic shoes came into view as I felt up his pavement. “There’s a new company in town that does this. They gave me a deal. It was the biggest project they’ve ever done. And it’s good business for them; they can say they did a job for the owner of Halstengard Industries.”
I straightened. His green eyes paled in the sun, almost iridescent. “You like helping the underdog.”
“I don’t do much,” he muttered.
I popped up on my toes and gave him a quick kiss. “Now excuse me while I go feel up your lawn.” Spinning, I sprinted away.
The second my feet left the warm concrete and hit cool grass, I could’ve collapsed and sighed. Mrs. B hired mowers and that was as much care as my tiny stretch of lawn got. All the mowers did was beat back the weeds. I doubted there was much grass left to grow after years of neglect.
Throwing my hands in the air, I ran and twirled. “This is so fun!” I should probably stop because we had work to—
A solid force tackled me from behind.
I didn’t hit as hard as I feared. Flynn’s arm banded around me to cradle me to his chest as he lowered us.
“You drive me crazy.” His voice was gruff, his hands lifting my shirt.
Breathing hard, I only helped him. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Come here anytime and do that.” He kissed me hard and released me to yank my shirt off. “But be warned, it gets me hot as fuck.”
I reached for the bulge in his shorts and palmed him. He groaned and pushed down my bottoms.
“How are we…” There was nothing but grass, and it was a highly maintained lawn, but to have sex on it?
He ripped open a condom packet. “Hands and knees.”
I jutted my chin toward the wrapper he’d tossed next to us. “Invisible utility belt?”
“Never leave home without it. Kneel.”
Ooh, I liked bossy Flynn. I did as ordered, falling to my hands. He rolled my leggings just past my ass, limiting my mobility.
Strong hands grabbed my hips and a rush of desire came with his touch. He was intense, demanding, and I liked this side of Flynn as much as when he was frantic to get inside of me.
Straddling my legs, he parted me and pushed inside. I was already wet enough for him, no foreplay other than him tackling me required.
He took me hard and rough. His hands didn’t leave my hips. He didn’t whisper words of beauty or love. He just drove into me over and over.
It was perfect. The hard smack of his balls was all the stimulation my clit needed. I reached my peak and fisted grass.
“Flynn. Harder.”
He complied. I bowed my back to open up for him. Grass ripped from the lawn. I grabbed more. He pounded me until I screamed his name.
With a roar, he arched back behind me, his cock jerking and pulsing. We finished together.
He sagged over me, still seated inside. “Fuck, that was intense.”
“Next time,” I panted, “I’m shouting Puddin’ all over
