“Mine. You’re mine.”
Her breasts bounced and it drove his hunger further.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
“You’re so big, Flynn. God, I love your muscles and tattoos. All of you are so big and strong and sexy. I can’t take it. Oh God.”
“Come with me, baby. Come on now. Come with me.” He thrust faster, harder, and she screamed just as he came, exploding into her womb. The thought of having India forever crossed his mind. Children, a family, and activities in town with the rest of the community they barely mingled with. It was all right there in that moment that Flynn knew she was special.
He hugged her as he lay over her, trying not to place all his weight on her. She hugged him back and he knew she felt it, too. “I’m never giving you up. Remember that,” he whispered to her and kissed her everywhere his lips could reach.
Chapter 7
Fisher headed out of the house early to try and get some pictures of the sunrise to show to India. Despite her saying how under normal circumstances she was an early riser, she had yet to get up earlier than ten a.m.
He smiled as he thought about why. They all made love to her as often as they could. Flynn could see the changes in his friends. Grey walked around humming a tune and would hurry into the house after work looking for India, or to find out from someone how she was feeling and if the day went well. That was another thing. India had found out they had a surround sound system that went through the entire house. Now, they all listened to background music. She’d started off playing club style tunes that got on Fenton’s and Ford’s nerves really quickly.
Flynn chuckled a he grabbed his camera bag and his thermos of coffee. Magnum, Charles, and Clint followed.
The dogs loved accompanying him. They also went along with Fenton as he did his perimeter checks day and night.
He found himself humming a tune as he approached the area where he felt he could get a great photo of the sunrise to show India. He hoped soon enough she would be up for coming along with him. He had a great spot picked out, where they could lay a blanket and talk. He wanted to learn more about her, and of course about her amazing body.
He smiled as he snapped the pictures and continued to think about what life could send their way.
He felt pretty confident that the men who hurt India were not going to come to Texas to find her. Dmitri, Silas, and Ford felt the same way. But they would still take precautions. The longer there was possible danger in Chicago, the longer India would need to stay.
With that thought came the fear of losing her. She had a life, a career, friends, and maybe interested men back in Chicago. What did the five of them have to offer her? Sure they had money and this big place, but where was the glamour, the action and excitement compared to a city like Chicago? There wasn’t.
He swallowed hard and knew instantly that this was going to be a bad situation. He thought about Fisher and Ford. About how much they cared for India already, too. Just last night they sat in the kitchen as slow country music played on the radio and they talked. It was all so normal, and a scene he could easily get used to.
Then there was Fenton. India was a wish come true for Fenton. Flynn didn’t think the man would ever learn to smile again or not be so snappy and irritable. It took one sexy platinum-blonde to turn his world upside down. Fenton was already in love.
Magnum started growling and so did Charles and Clint.
Flynn heard the noise, the rustling of leaves and branches snapping.
He looked around toward the wooded area and saw the movement.
Magnum growled lower.
“Shh, boy. Stay,” he ordered the dogs. He knew what was out there. Wolves. They had been causing some havoc down a ways where more livestock ranches were. The damn wild wolves hunted on the land and attacked a few cattle. They were vicious, and he didn’t want his dogs having to fight them.
Flynn knelt down and the dogs gathered around him as he pulled his gun off his waist and waited to see if the animals made a move. A few minutes later they were well on their way.
“Good job, boys. Let’s head home,” he said and the dogs wagged their tails and panted excitedly.
He had a feeling they were just as antsy to see India as he was. He chuckled. India often had Magnum lying on his back with his tongue hanging out the side as she rubbed his belly. Fenton reprimanded her for it but she did it anyway.
Flynn chuckled.
He never thought about what it was like to be a dog until that moment.
* * * *
“You’re slamming all those draws, what are you looking for?” Fisher asked India as he pulled on a sweatshirt. She was shivering with her arms around her waist as she stood in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve purple shirt.
“I’m freezing and I can’t seem to find a sweatshirt or anything.” She eyed over the sweatshirt he’d just put on and she gave him that pouty expression he would love to kiss off of her.