“Mmm, yeah.”
“Good.” I worked my finger in and out of her while grazing her clit with my teeth. She jerked as the start of an orgasm began.
“Deacon!” she cried, throwing her head back. I had to steady her hips with one of my hands. As she started to come down, I slowly removed my finger. Taking her by the hand, I led her over to the couch.
When I sat down, she gave me a funny look. “We’re going to start out this way so you can take what you can and set the pace.” I pulled her down to straddle my lap. I worked my cock through her slickness to add a little extra lube. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” she replied with a shy smile.
Lifting her by her hips, I positioned myself at her entrance. “Okay, baby. It’s up to you.”
While keeping her gaze locked on mine, Alex bit her lip as she slowly eased down a little on me. She brought her arms up to grip my shoulders. I closed my eyes at how amazing she felt and willed myself not to thrust into her. She inched along at what felt like a snail’s pace for me, but I knew for her it was a whole different ball game. I reached around to stroke her clit, hoping that would loosen up her a bit.
And it did. She finally sank all the way down on me. “How’s that feel?”
“Full. Tight. But good.”
I grinned. “I’m glad to hear that.”
She winced as she started to move slowly on me. “That’s good.” Gradually, she began to speed up the pace. I also sped up the pace of the fingers I slid inside her. The closer she got to coming, the faster she began to bounce on me. When she cried out, I raised her hips and eased out of her.
Gently, I pushed her forward onto her hands and then I brought her legs up so she was on her knees. I stood up and then eased myself back inside her ass. She took me so much easier this time. I began to pump in and out of her. She was so fucking tight that it didn’t take long for my balls to tighten and me to start to come. “Oh, Alex! Fuck yes!” I grunted. I pulled out of her to come on her lower back, branding her in yet another way as mine.
When I had finished, I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her. She tried to wiggle away. “I need a shower.”
“I like you just the way you are—covered in me.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a caveman.”
“When it comes to you, I sure as hell am.”
“Well, you’ve taken me in every way possible now,” she said with a grin.
“I sure have. Now I just gotta give you my name, and you really will be all mine.”
Alexandra’s dark eyes widened. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
I chuckled. “Babe, I promise you that wasn’t a proposal. So you don’t have to worry how you’ll come up with a better story than you got proposed to naked and covered in cum.”
She shoved me away. “Ugh, you’re disgusting. Sometimes I wonder what I see in you.”
“The man who gives you screaming orgasms and who loves you with all his blackened heart.”
“That only redeems you a little.”
I grinned at her outrage. “Come on, little hellcat. Let’s go get you a shower. Then I want you to find your clothes. You’re sure as hell not going back out there like you were tonight.”
A few weeks back my two very different worlds had collided unexpectedly when Uncle Jimmy had shown up at the clubhouse, demanding to see me. After I had skipped out on a few family meals, he had gotten it in his mind I was being held captive by Deacon and the Raiders. Leave it to him to use his old GSP connections to have my cell phone traced.
Because I’d never been able to hide anything from him, I told him everything from my attack to my relationship with Deacon. I had expected harsh words and a severe admonishment for dating a Hells Raider, but I was surprised at how well Uncle Jimmy took it. “I want you to be happy, Alexandra. Just in the few minutes I’ve been talking to you, I don’t think I’ve heard you sound so happy in such a long time.”
He’d then requested to sit down with Deacon alone. Anxiety had filled me as I sat across the room from them, helping Willow with her schoolwork. Thankfully, no punches or yelling occurred. Uncle Jimmy and Deacon seemed to like each other, or at least tolerate each other. Willow, on the other hand, took an immediate liking to Uncle Jimmy, especially when he promised to take her to his cabin, where she could fish and swim in the river and play with his grandchildren. I thought Deacon would shoot down that offer, so I couldn’t help being surprised when he agreed that Willow could go for a visit. Later, when I questioned him about it, he said, “Your uncle is a former trooper. He knows how to use a gun, how to be aware of his surroundings, and how to protect those around him. Their cabin is in a gated community. Willow would be just as safe with him as she is with one of us. Besides, Sigel won’t be anticipating Jimmy.”
Now, lounging in Deacon’s lap, I stifled a yawn and fought the exhaustion that filled me. It hadn’t exactly been a restful day so far. I’d risen almost at dawn to help Beth with Sunday lunch. Today had been groundbreaking in the fact that not only did I accompany Beth to church, but Deacon did as well. I’d done a double take when I stepped out of the bedroom to find him out of his cut and in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Sure, he still had on his jeans and boots, but it was quite the transformation. He looked almost respectable. When he’d caught me staring, he’d given me his usual smirk.
After church, we’d come back to Beth’s for the second momentous event of the day. My uncle Jimmy and aunt Joy arrived just after one for lunch, and after an enjoyable meal together, they had taken an overjoyed Willow with them for the trip to the cabin. Despite her obvious excitement, I still couldn’t help feeling a little apprehensive. I would have preferred to accompany her, but I couldn’t miss any more days away from school. As always, Deacon was one step ahead of me to put my fears to rest. When Willow left the compound with Jimmy, Beth pulled out behind them, going in the opposite direction. Should Sigel have someone watching, they would have followed Beth, who had a prospect following behind her. Just two hours had passed since she left, but it felt like she had been gone much longer.
“What are you thinking about?” Deacon asked, his voice humming against my ear.
“Nothing,” I lied.
“Bullshit,” he countered. When I glanced at him over my shoulder, he shook his head. “You’re a terrible liar, Alex. Your body betrays you every time. You’ve been tense the last few minutes.”