ChapterSix
The run in the fucking cold-ass weather hadn’t done shit for Deacon or his mood. He wanted to burn off the violent energy that slowly built inside of him over Jessa.
Even when he went into town and found a willing female, he had still felt like he was going to snap. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, couldn’t stop picturing her full lips that were just pink enough they called out to him like a siren.
He watched Thayer break their lethal stare and slip into his room. He could smell the arousal his little brother had for Jessa pouring off him like a fucking tidal wave.
For some strange reason he felt no jealousy brewing inside of him. The knowledge that Thayer wanted Jessa as much as he did was almost calming. He had never shared a woman with any man, didn’t have the mentality to even contemplate it, but the thought of sharing her with his little brother, the one person he trusted above all others, just seemed right … natural.
He shook his head and cleared his thoughts. Of course there was no way in hell that would be happening. She was a temporary placement in their life, and getting attached to something that would leave soon was moronic. Keeping his distance sounded like a good fucking idea.
That thought had his animal clawing for supremacy. The fucker wanted Jessa pretty damn bad, but he didn’t plan on submitting to him. He needed to take control of the man inside. Deacon was no good for her.
He was damaged in more ways than one, and he knew he could never have any hope of having a “normal” relationship with any female. The need to control pulsed inside of him. Thayer was another story. His brother was a good male and not scarred on the inside and out.
Deacon would have told him to take Jessa, show her the emotions that were clearly written on his face, but Deacon was a selfish bastard and couldn’t form the words to tell him that.
Shutting his bedroom door he shucked off his clothes and slipped into the bathroom. Steam from the scalding water filled the room and slicked his skin in dewy droplets.
The sting of the water felt like needles on his flesh, but he welcomed the discomfort. His dick was hard as steel, and he felt like a filthy asshole because of it.
When he had seen her standing in the dimly lit hallway, her hair the color of raven wings, spread out around her shoulders and slightly mussed from sleep, he knew if he didn’t take control now he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from claiming her.
Deacon closed his eyes and pictured her as he grabbed his cock. His shaft pulsed in his hand, the need to come driving him to drag his palm up and down the length as he pictured her.
Her eyes were the color of whiskey, like warmed amber. Incredibly long lashes framed those sensuous eyes, drawing him in deeper. They towered over most people, the animal within them making their muscle mass bigger and their height immense.
Jessa was smaller than most females, though, and therefore he felt like the damn Hulk next to her. All he wanted to do was draw her into his arms and make sure nothing ever harmed her.
Gripping his dick harder, he gritted his teeth as pain and pleasure slammed into him. Pins and needles started in the root of his cock and traveled up his spine.
Eyes closed, he pictured Jessa naked and needing him. He would lay her on his bed, her ankles in his hands as he pushed her legs back until they touched her chest.
She would be open for him, every part of her on display for his appraisal. Oh, she would be beautiful in every way possible, and he would devour her. His climax shot out of him, hitting the tile and causing him to brace his free hand on the wall to steady himself.
Despite the pleasure his orgasm delivered, he was still hard and aching for a certain small female, one just a few doors down from him. He knew she would accept him, had smelled her interest for not only him, but his brother as well.
The tangy sweetness of her arousal had hit him squarely in the chest and left him feeling off-balance. She wanted them, both of them. The temptation was strong, but Deacon’s strength surpassed any weakness that would have had him submitting.
He toweled off and slipped in bed naked. For several minutes he stared above him, watching the way the light from the moon moved across the ceiling.
The sun would be up in a few short hours, and although he didn’t require much sleep, it had been days since he had gotten any quality rest.
The random sex and run in the woods hadn’t tired him out, but maybe taking the edge off in the shower would allow him to close his eyes and sleep for a little while. He let his lids drift shut and forced his body to relax into the mattress.
Surprisingly he felt the tendrils of sleep start to filter around the edges of his subconscious.
The only problem was the image that wouldn’t leave his mind of Jessa withering beneath him in ecstasy.