Tomorrow's Lies (Promises #1) (21 page)

What it comes down to is this: Do I
want
to sleep with Jaynie, even if we do just sleep?

Answer:
Hell, yeah
.

But then there’s my conscience saying:
Should
I sleep in the same bed as Jaynie?

It’s probably not the best idea in the world, considering, well, everything.

Since my resistance is for shit, when she presses the issue a second time, I give in and crawl up on the bed.

A minute later I’m pressed against her warm, soft body. Damn, this is so not a good idea. This is Jaynie going from baby steps to giant leaps. And, sure enough, once those little hands are in my hair, stroking and caressing, we both start breathing harder.

“How does it feel?” I ask huskily.

“What?” Her lips graze over mine, and I let out a groan. “How does what feel?” she asks again.

“My hair,” I whisper, breaths ragged.

Raking her fingers through my hair, she hitches one leg over one of mine. Not a big deal, till she scoots up higher. Then it becomes huge, the deal
and
me.

I groan.
So much for trying to hide how hard she makes me
.

She seems okay with what she has to be feeling against the inside of her thigh. Still, I worry the moment will come when we push things too far.

I really need to get a grip for the both of us.

Unfortunately, I am a seventeen-year-old guy, and I can’t make myself move away. I want nothing more than to keep feeling her body pressed to mine. And maybe she wants the same thing. Seeing as she’s rubbing all up against me.
God, that feels good.

And when she suddenly says, “You feel
amazing
, Flynn,” I sure as hell know she doesn’t mean my hair.

Jaynie

F
lynn feels good, really good, and I don’t mean his new shorter hair—though that feels great, too.

Draped as I am, basically all over him, I can easily feel
all
of him. I have to admit it thrills me to no end to know he wants me so damn much. That’s why it’s with much regret that I lift my body off his and lie next to him instead. It’s the smart thing to do, to not push myself. For as much as I like feeling Flynn, I do feel apprehensive.

“Is this better?” I ask.

He shifts so he can roll to his side and face me. “I can’t say this is better, necessarily.”

“Flynn!” I can’t help but smile, despite my pretend chastisement.

He touches my face lovingly, and I ask, “Are you going to stay with me? Do you think you can sleep up here?” He raises a brow, and I clarify, “I mean with us all smooshed together like this. Do you think we’ll get too warm?”

I mean a little more than that and he knows it. Still, he assures me, “I’m good if you are.”

I nestle into him. “I’m better than good, Flynn. I like having you so close to me. I feel safe for maybe the first time in my life.”

He tugs me in closer and whispers a contented, “Jaynie.”

From that point on, whenever Flynn stays in our room, he sleeps in my bed with me. No more hard and uncomfortable floor for him, no more tossing and turning for me.

Mandy raises a brow the next night as she watches Flynn nonchalantly climb into bed with me. “What?” I say.

“Nothing,” she replies. And then I hear her murmuring to herself, “Guess it was bound to happen.”

She doesn’t sound mad, and I know then Mandy is happy I’ve reached this pivotal point. A guy in bed with me? Who would have thought such a crazy thing would ever be possible?

The twins aren’t fazed one bit by Flynn sleeping with me. They know we care for each other, and it’s not like we’re messing around in front of them or anything. Besides holding me close to him, the only indication Flynn is more than a friend is when he kisses me good-night.

So, yeah, we maintain restraint at night, but let me tell you, the mornings are a whole different story. The second Mandy leaves the room with the twins, following the alarm clock that wakes us all, Flynn and I are all over each other. Soft kissing turns to full-on making out in no time at all. From there, we begin to engage in cautious exploration, in the form of wandering hands and tentative mouths.

And a funny thing happens as time progresses. As I give more and more of my heart to Flynn, his touch triggers nothing but feelings of love and acceptance. What we build together becomes strong enough to blot out the monster—before, during,
and
after. Still, I know recovery isn’t a straight line. I expect to have setbacks, especially as we move our physical relationship forward.

For now, though, we’re content with simply pushing boundaries. A hand down the back of my shorts, squeezing lightly, my fingers wrapped around his erection in his tented boxers.

I marvel at how hard Flynn gets, and he marvels at my reaction when he simply kisses down my chest, sucks one nipple into his mouth, then moves to my other breast to do the same. “I love how that feels,” I tell him over and over.

Still, these simple acts of foreplay won’t be enough for long. Our bodies already demand more. And I know we’ll succumb. You can’t fight nature.

One morning when we’re alone in the room and kissing furiously, Flynn rolls me on top of him.

Straddling him, I sit up, my eyes meeting his. “I love you,” I blurt out, causing his lust-hooded grays to widen.

“What?”

“Don’t look so shocked,” I go on, smiling. “You have to know I love you, Flynn O’Neill.”

He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. It’s not often I catch Flynn off-guard.

With his gaze softening, he reaches up to touch my cheek. “I love you, too, Jaynie. I’ve wanted to say it for so long now, but—”

I cut him off. Leaning down, I capture his lips with mine and shimmy my body lower. Flynn lets out a small moan when I push my core to where I feel him throbbing. Clearing my mind, I close my eyes and let my body take over. Soon, I am moving back and forth, simulating sex.

Breathing hard, Flynn lifts his hips and grinds up against me. “That feels so good,” I tell him.

“Yeah?” His voice is rough, and it turns me on further.

I push down onto him and let out a soft mewl. “Fuck,” I hear him murmur.

Flipping me over onto my back, he continues to thrust between my legs. “Is this all right?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

And it is. It so gloriously is. Only Flynn is in my mind.

Flynn places his head in the crook of my neck and kisses my shoulder. He trails a finger down my side, lingering at the band of my boy shorts. Still moving between my legs, he lifts his head, his eyes asking for permission to keep going.

I nod. “My heart is beating so fast,” I whisper.

“Mine, too,” he says. With two fingers hooked in the band of my shorts, he stills, “Tell me if it becomes too much, Jaynie.”

“I will,” I promise.

But the only reaction out of me is a breathy, “Oh, Flynn,” when he slips his whole hand under the band of my boy shorts and moves lower than he ever has.

Gasping, I press the back of my head against the pillow. And when I feel his fingers gliding over my folds, and then lingering at my core with the promise of more, I start moving with him. “Don’t stop, Flynn,” I whisper.

He tugs my shorts down my legs. “I wasn’t planning on stopping,” he tells me.

And he doesn’t.

Holding onto his strong shoulders, I squeeze at his flesh. I am aroused beyond belief. Flynn strokes me with a precision that leaves me wondering where he learned such things. I don’t care, though. I’m just glad he knows what to do.

I feel a building pressure, and my whole body tenses in a way that tells me relief is at hand. Flynn then does something with his fingers that has me slapping my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming out.

This is ecstasy.

Or so I think, until I feel him move down my body and put his mouth on me.

That
is indescribable.

And there in the dim morning light of the best summer morning of my life, Flynn gives me two back-to-back orgasms.

Flynn

J
aynie insists I take a shower before her. She tells me she needs time to recover.
Shit, hell yeah
. I’m a little smug, I admit it.

But though my ego has been stroked, I am mostly relieved Jaynie didn’t freak out over how far we ventured. Things could have easily taken a turn for the worse. Recovery is tricky like that. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was worried I’d do something to trigger some kind of panic attack.

Jaynie was okay, though. Better than okay, even. Who knows, maybe love
does
conquer all.

Speaking of love, it’s left me in an uncomfortable position—I’m still hard and in need of release. That’s okay. A few extra minutes spent in the shower will take care of things. I wasn’t about to push Jaynie to do anything to me. Although I think she would have. I saw her staring at my dick—my erection obvious, even though I left my boxers on—and it wasn’t in disgust.

Nevertheless, there’s no need to race to the finish line. We’ll get there in due time. The way I see it, we have forever ahead of us. I don’t plan on ever leaving Jaynie.

Adjusting myself discreetly, I start down the hall. When I reach the bathroom, Mandy is coming out, and we almost crash into each other in the hall.

“Flynn,” she admonishes. “Run me right over, why don’t you.”

I turn away swiftly so Mandy doesn’t notice my, uh, condition. Thankfully, it’s waning quickly.

“Jesus, don’t you have somewhere to be?” I snap. “Like downstairs with the twins, eating breakfast.”

“We should
all
be downstairs by now,” she volleys back.

“Um, I’m running a little late.”

“And Jaynie, where is she?”

“Running late, too.”

Tapping her finger to her chin, she says, “Hmm, wonder why.”

Mandy knows what goes on in the bedroom when she leaves. And she’s not above giving me a hard time about it.

“Shut the hell up, Mandy,” I say, but with a smile. Mandy may as well be my real sister; she harasses me like one would.

“Hey, I’m just teasing,” she assures me. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

She starts to walk away, tossing out over her shoulder, “Go get showered, Flynn.”

I reply, “Yeah, It’s probably later than we think. I guess I better make it quick, in case Allison’s home.”

Suddenly, Mandy stops in her tracks, like I’ve just reminded her of something. Spinning back around, she says, “Hold up a sec, Flynn.”

Leaning against the bathroom doorframe, I wait for her to walk back over.

When she reaches me, she blows out a breath. “Hey, listen. I’m glad you and Jaynie found each other, really I am. You two are good for one another. I mean, look at Jaynie now compared to April. You’ve really brought her out of her shell.”

I chuckle. If Mandy only knew the half of it. Maybe she does, because she then says, “Just be careful, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“You and Jaynie are playing a dangerous game. If Mrs. Lowry—or worse yet, Allison—finds out what goes on in that bedroom every morning, there will be hell to pay.”

Mrs. Lowry is not much of a factor since she’s gone all the time. But Allison is definitely a concern. Everything Mandy is saying is true, but this is much more than what it looks like, and I want her to know it.

“I care about Jaynie,” I blurt out. “We’re in love.”

Mandy smiles sadly. “If that’s true, Flynn, then congratulations. But, remember, you’d be wise to keep that love a secret from both Lowry women.”

“Yeah, especially Allison,” I add sourly.

“Yes,
especially
Allison,” Mandy agrees.