Chapter 22

Flynn stared at Roy's face while he slept. He looked so sweet and boyishly handsome. Innocent. This was probably the only time in this man's life ever looks innocent. More often than not he had dirty thoughts in his mind, and it showed on his face. But not at this moment. She moved closer to him, pressing her lips to his before she snuggled back into him with her ear over his heart. The sound of his heartbeat relaxed her. She was just getting drowsy when his hand covered her breast and squeezed gently. He never had been one for subtlety.

"Flynn," Roy whispered, stroking her hair.

"I'm awake, more or less," she replied sleepily. She leaned her head back, and her lips were immediately ravished with a ravenous kiss. "Oh, Mustang, you wake up ready to do don't you?"

"Why'd you call me by last name?"

"Because something's poking me that reminds me of a horse."

"Oh, I see," he murmured, with a smile. He moved it between her thighs and slid it against her to make her groan. "Wanna pony ride little girl?"

Flynn giggled. For once he made perverted funny. Oh, what a difference a day (or a night) makes. She pushed him over on his back and mounted her noble steed with a voluminous moan of pleasure from both of them. He slapped her on the ass which was met with a great protest. "Since when does the horse slap the rider?"

"When the rider won't freaking move her ass. Come on you big tease," he urged, bucking his hips underneath her.

Flynn obliged him by leaning over to raise herself up while trying to smother him with her breasts. This worked out great for both of them because he happily suctioned his mouth to one nipple while pinching the other between his fingers. She cried out, ramming herself back down on him.

"All right, sweetheart. Don't forget. It's your turn this morning," he said, pushing her to a sitting position. He put his hands on her hips, pushing her back and forth a little harder and faster in the rocking motion she was making with her hips.

"Oh, Roy, damn you're great," she groaned, biting her lower lip as pleasure flooded her body. She was she going to have an orgasm this fast? "I guess practice truly does make perfect, and I know you've had a hell of a lot of that."

"Use me to work out some of that anger and frustration of yours. Come on," he begged her, shoving into her hard. He pulled her down to kiss her roughly on the lips. "Do it. We'll both feel better."

Flynn looked down at his devilish grin as if he was daring her to lose control. She pulled him up to a sitting position beneath her just like she had her husband, but Roy responded differently. He grinned with delight then pulled her mouth to his for a forceful almost bruising kiss. This was what she had wanted. She pulled him tightly against her as she began to ride him hard as her arousal grew. She pulled his head back savagely which brought a moan from him as she impaled herself on his massive manhood. Yes, dear god this was it! She screamed his name as her body erupted in the vicious throes of a strong orgasm. A cry of surprise and pleasure tore from her lips when he threw her over on her back and shoved into her with the same aggressiveness she had exhibited.

"Oh, Roy!" she panted, sinking her fingernails down into his shoulders, making him yell. He continued to thrust into her, determined he would make her have one more orgasm before he climaxed. She was unbelievable, almost frightening as she kicked, clawed, bucked, and wailed.

Roy had experienced his share of wild women and thought he knew just how wild this one could get, but she had proved him wrong. He was basically holding onto her while she worked him over despite the fact she was underneath him. He bellowed her name when she bit his neck. Everyone was going to think he had gotten into a fight with a wildcat which wouldn't be too far from the reality of it.

"Flynn, for god's sake, don't kill me," he begged when she rolled him over to be on top again.

"You asked for it remember," she said, grinding herself against his pubic bone.

Oh, if he'd only known! Roy opened his eyes to look at her when she began making a rhythmic groaning sound. He had to admit she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen when she was carried away with passion. He touched her face, and she opened her eyes and looked down at him. He watched her as her mouth opened in a silent scream of unbridled ecstasy and her body convulsed on top of him as she climaxed again. "Oh, damn," he groaned when he found himself in the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm as well. "Dammit woman!"

Flynn slumped over him, her whole body shivering.

Roy felt something wet dripping onto his chest and knew she was crying. He pulled her down on top of him, wrapping her in his arms as her body quaked with sobs. He kissed her face, tasting her salty tears on his lips.

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked, kissing her lips before scattering more kisses on her wet cheeks.

"Just do what you've always wanted to do…love me," she whispered, kissing him again.

It sounded so simple. There were so many messy details that were going to have to be worked out. First of all would be breaking the news to the bad tempered blond next door.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Roy asked, stroking her cheek.

"No. It's better I do this by myself," she said, standing on her tiptoes to reach him, although he still had to bend down to kiss her.

"Where are the children?" he inquired, stroking her hair. He didn't mean to keep petting her, but he couldn't help it because she looked so upset and nervous.

"May and Al came to get them. They know what's going on because I told them," she stated in a shaky voice.

"Okay. I knew you were smart enough to not let them be around for this. I'll be right here if you need me," he assured her, hugging her and kissing her one more time.

Flynn fought the urge to vomit as she slowly walked through Roy's back yard into hers. She stared at the back door of her house, taking a deep breath in an attempt to brace herself. Her footsteps halted about ten feet from the door as she tried to gather herself. Her head ached and dizziness almost overwhelmed her. She closed her eyes to make the world stop spinning but instead it made her fell more nauseated. The back door opened, startling her.

"Flynn," Ed stated flatly, anger tainting his otherwise calm voice.

"Edward," she responded in kind, folding her hands together in front of her.

"So what have you decided?" he asked, scowling at her. His eyes looked like pure molten gold; they always did when he was angry.

Flynn took a long shaky breath, closing her eyes briefly before meeting his steady, furious gaze. "I want a divorce, Edward."

Ed slumped against the door jamb, what anger he had been using to prop himself up with immediately fled, giving way to sadness and pure despair. He slid down the doorframe, sitting on the concrete back steps. He buried his face in his hands as the tears came.

Flynn closed her eyes, unable to watch. She had been ready for a vitriolic burst of insults and unrestrained rage. This was not the reaction she had expected. Unfortunately, she couldn't move to run away. This was something she had never thought would happen to them. Maybe she should have worried more because seven years of their marriage had been so happy and perfect; that can never last forever. She just assumed they deserved it after all the years of crap they had to endure at the beginning of their relationship. Her feet finally moved but not in the direction she expected. She found herself standing over Ed, waiting for him to look up at her. When he did, she delivered a slap to his cheek that was so hard that her hand was burning and throbbing from it. She cried out when he snatched her down into his lap and put his strong arms around her. Her tears began to fall, hard and fast, as they sobbed together.

"I'm sorry," she apologized not knowing what else to say.

"Me too," he whispered back, holding her tightly.

"How will we get through this, Ed?"

"The same we've always survived everything, Flynn. Day by day."

They dreaded this part the most: explaining their decision to the children. Their three children sat at the table staring at their parents with wide eyes and pale faces. Although they didn't quite understand, they knew something was wrong. Children always know.

"Kids, there's something your mother and I need to tell you. These things are never easy so we'll just say it. We're getting a divorce," Ed said matter of factly knowing no other way to handle this.

Quinn slid out of her chair and carefully approached her daddy. She regarded him with her bottomless obsidian eyes that began to shine with tears. She climbed up into his lap when he opened his arms. When her little arms were securely placed around his neck, she said in a teeny tiny quivering voice, "Daddy…I'm scared."

"Me too, baby," he replied, kissing her forehead as he stroked her long blond hair.

Flynn looked at both her boys who had their eyes on her. Keegan glared at her with open anger, his lips were compressed in a tiny line; he looked like his father when he was angry. She wouldn't expect anything less than fury and open hostility from the child with dark auburn hair. Alastair sat there bawling and rubbing his eyes while his white little face turned red.

"DAMMIT, MOTHER!" Keegan screamed, jumping to his feet and slamming his fist down on the table. Oh, yeah, he was definitely Ed's progeny.

"Keegan!" she screamed back in shock that her young son would talk that way.

"You said it would be okay! You said you could work things out! This isn't okay, Mama!" he bellowed with tears flowing down his face.

Flynn pulled him into her. Although he wasn't even eight years old yet he was only a foot shorter than his mother. She motioned for Alastair to come to her and pulled him into her arms as well. Oh, god, this had to be the worst part of the whole damn disaster – the littlest victims of divorce who never understand. She knew they would believe it was their fault; they always do. At least she wouldn't tell them every day it was their fault like her mother told her when her father deserted the family.

"So what does this mean for all of us?" Keegan asked, looking at her with his tear stained face that was so much like his father's. "Where will we live? When will we see Daddy? What will we do?"

"Keegan, sweetheart, I don't know. We've got to work all that out. All of this will take time," she said, holding his narrow little chin in her hand as she looked into the familiar golden eyes.

"M-M-Mama!" Alastair stuttered, starting a new crying fit.

Flynn pulled him tightly against her, kissing the top of his golden red head. Her knees went weak as tears began to stream down her face; she faltered and fell to the floor. The boys went down with her clinging to her desperately as if she would disappear if they let go. She felt Ed's arm slide across her shoulders and pull her against him.

"Is there some other way? Is there anything else we can do?" Ed asked, rocking them back and forth slowly as if trying to comfort them all.

"I don't know, Ed. I really don't know."