Chapter 21 – Deacon
Twenty-One
Deacon
T anner’s ETA is in five minutes. This gives me five more minutes to make out with my wife on the kitchen counter. I brutally reddened Keyshawn’s ass last night and ever since that, I’ve been obsessed with observing the bruises. She allows me to photograph them now and save printed out pictures of my best work. I love watching the way her skin bruises…
I grab my wife’s hips and hike her skirts up so she can wrap her legs around me. Keyshawn’s fingers slide through my beard as she drags me closer to her and my dick throbs painfully against my pants. We’re running out of time. She smells delicious and she’s soft all over. Making love to her only gets better with time as I learn how to bend her body to my will.
She whimpers as my fingers sink into her hips. I pull Keyshawn’s spread legs around me, enjoying the heat emanating from her crotch as our bodies lean together.
“I want to fuck you so bad…” I whisper, bending my head to her neck as she shivers from my red beard grazing her dark brown skin. Her neck cranes to allow me a kiss, even if she audibly protests.
“Deacon… your cousin…” Keyshawn’s voice emerges barely above a whisper as her hands rush to grip the top of the counter so she can stop herself from emitting an unwilling moan prompted by my tongue.
“We have time,” I grunt selfishly as I press my hard dick into her crotch, loathing the fabric between us. My grip on her thighs solidifies. She couldn’t escape if she wanted to, even if she wriggles and throws herself off the counter. I can just throw her over my shoulder and drag her to the bedroom.
Keyshawn’s palm plants firmly against my chest, so she can feel my heart and how fast she causes it to beat.
“Four minutes is not enough time…” she protests as her pretty fingers sink into my shirt. Her hand looks so good with a wedding ring on it. I love watching her hand move gracefully with that ring.
“If I try…” I murmur. “It’s plenty of time…”
She’s right, it’s not enough time. But my dick has total control over my choices.
“You keep your damn pants on,” she whispers, but she kisses my neck and sends blood straight to my dick. This woman is evil. Pure evil. I growl and our lips meet again. I feel like I’m begging her with my kisses, but I can feel Keyshawn’s energy and that she won’t relent.
“I need you,” I whisper. “Please…”
“I’m not giving you three minutes of sex,” she says, running her hands along the front of my pants, teasing my dick through the fabric. We’re running out of time for me to convince her. Tanner must be close.
“We have childcare…”
Damara, Tamiya’s sister, started a daycare in the town closest to our house. She’s finally getting on her feet from the incident with Gideon. I stay out of their family business, but he almost killed her or something like that and Ryder ended up doing time for the murder…
You would have to ask a member of the Blackwood family. Either way, I have someone club affiliated looking after our little one and we have new recruits guarding the spot, since Ruger’s little one needs daycare once in a while too. It’s a nice arrangement, and Zebulon Blackwood heads up security during the day while working for my casino at night.
He really put some peace between Seneca and Moses, although Seneca’s pregnancy might have helped that along. She still won’t tell me who the lucky dad might be, but it’s none of my business.
My business will be showing up here in three minutes. Tanner. Along with his secret message from Wyatt. Southpaw might be a good leader, but his need for secrecy frustrates me. I prefer being the man with all the secrets.
“You’re such a tease,” I whisper, trying to get my dick and brain back to normal from Keyshawn’s kissing and touching.
“My ass hurts,” she whispers. “You deserve a little pain.”
Her words cause my dick to throb painfully again. Our last session provoked me to lose more control than I meant to. She needed a deep cleanse in the tub before she could walk. Or sit. I came so hard inside her that I nearly lost consciousness.
“I’ll make it up to you. We can take John Henry out to Sedona…” I whisper. “But I need at least sixty seconds.”
Keyshawn’s hand cracks against my face with as much force as she can muster.
“OW!” I groan as her slap rattles my jawline. Did this woman just slap me? I grab her hand, squeezing her fingers and wrist as Keyshawn meets my gaze furiously. No backing down from this woman, even if she just crossed a line by hitting me.
She enjoys provoking this type of reaction from me and my confusing glare only causes her to smile.
“Boy, I know you didn’t ask me for 60 seconds of sex,” Keyshawn says in a sultry voice, offering up an explanation for her slap that only hurts more.
“I should punish you for that.”
“But you won’t,” Keyshawn says, pushing against the tops of my thighs with her feet. “Because you know your ass went too far.”
Our eyes meet again. I love her so damn much. I touch her face and we both smile at each other. Our fights keep us together as much as our nights in the velvet playroom. Before I can say anything to her, I hear the faint sound of Tanner’s bike. She wraps her arms around me and teases me further by holding me close with her thighs.
I’m the one who has to pull away this time.
“Tanner’s here.”
Keyshawn touches the front of my belt. My dick jerks forward.
“I don’t hear anything,” she says.
“You will,” I whisper. “Come on.”
“Why do I need to be at this meeting?” Keyshawn asks. I push hair out of her face and give her forehead a soft kiss. She smells delicious. My cheek stings from her slap, but I enjoy any contact from her, even a slap. I want so much more, but waiting will make it better.
“Tamiya alleges that Ethan Shaw has a woman in his custody who might be a relative of yours. Wyatt is extremely paranoid and wants to be sure it’s not a trick because of the shit that went down in Boston.”
“I don’t have that many relatives.”
“They didn’t give me the details. Wyatt’s a paranoid fuck. I’m sure they’re wrong and your cousin isn’t involved in this.”
“She does live in Boston.”
“Lots of people live in Boston, baby.”
Tanner rings the doorbell.
“Do you think he brought Quin?” Keyshawn asks.
I take her hand and lead her off the counter towards the front door. Only one way to find out who tagged along with my brother.
Keyshawn opens the door, and we learn that Tanner only brought Avery. I glance at his bike parked in the driveway with raised eyebrows. Keyshawn makes a valid point about bikes and kids. I can’t imagine Quin let Tanner do this without complaint.
“Where’s Quin and the baby?”
Tanner glares at me, like I’m at fault for something. “Long story.”
“You brought the toddler on the bike?”
Tanner growls as he reaches into his pocket for a Zyn pouch. “If you tell Quin, I’ll chop your dick off.”
The pouch goes right into his lip and hopefully will calm his ass down soon.
“Right. Come on in. Keyshawn… My cousin, Tanner. I think you’ve met once or twice.”
Tanner raises his eyebrows as he looks at Keyshawn.
“Hello, ma’am.”
“Tanner. Good to see you again.”
“Avery, this is Keyshawn. Say hello,” Tanner says, turning red-cheeked at Avery’s fervent response.
“NO!” Avery shrieks as her father holds her hand. I don’t know what happened there, but the kid doesn’t really look like Deacon, aside from her copper-colored hair.
“Hi, Avery,” Keyshawn says. “I like your hair band.”
Avery looks up warily at Keyshawn.
“Tank.”
Tanner groans and lifts Avery, walking her inside.
“Got any of that Cocomelon crap? She loves it.”
“I’ll take her,” Keyshawn offers once Tanner gets inside and sets Avery down. “Cocomelon and a snack might be fun.”
“Snack?” Avery asks, toddling away from her father and towards Keyshawn. Kids will run straight into the arms of the devil for a snack and some damn Cocomelon.
Keyshawn sets her up on the floor so she doesn’t fall off the couch and we all sit in the little breakfast nook where we can talk privately and cast an eye on Avery so she doesn’t toddle off into trouble. She’s pretty good for a kid that young. Girls are like that. We’ll have hell on our hands when John Henry Hollingsworth gets his legs.
Tanner helps himself to a beer in my fridge. Keyshawn sits on my lap so she can leave the bruised part of her ass hanging off and because my lap is a lot softer to sit on than the breakfast nook chairs. Tanner reaches into his cut’s inner pocket for a manila envelope.
“Crazy shit went down in Boston,” he says. “Three men dead pretending to be Midnight SS. Only thing is, they weren’t Midnight SS at all and one of them had a piece of paper in his pocket.”
Keyshawn looks at me, worried.
“Is there a chance they killed my cousin? She’s… normal. She went to college and works in Cambridge. I can’t imagine her getting involved with bikers.”
Tanner raises an eyebrow.
“Yancey,” he says. “That was the word printed on the paper.”
“As in, Keyshawn Yancey?” I ask.
“Is that her last name?” Tanner asks.
“It was,” Keyshawn says. I worked out all the paperwork for her name change expeditiously. “I’m a Hollingsworth now.”
“Any relation to Amanda Yancey?”
Keyshawn jumps up off my lap. “Yes! That’s my cousin.”
She grasps my shoulder as her fingers sink in with worry. “Is she…”
“She’s fine,” Tanner says. Then he smirks. “Unless you think Ethan Shaw is a problem.”
Keyshawn shakes her head. “I don’t know enough about him. Deacon?”
I exchange quick glances with Tanner. What can I say about Ethan that won’t worry her? He’s a degenerate gambler with a heart of gold. Aren’t they all… once you can get past the lying and all that.
“He’s decent.”
“He brought Amanda from Boston,” Tanner says. “Wyatt didn’t know if it was some type of trick. He sent a picture.”
Tanner produces a picture of a very – no disrespect – voluptuous woman, who looks similar to Keyshawn, but not exactly like my wife. Keyshawn reacts instantly, clutching her chest.
“That’s her! How did she end up with a biker? What the hell is going on?”
Tanner addresses both of us.
“There appears to be a rogue gang of bikers looking for trouble. They stole a mix of cuts. A few Midnight SS cuts and then… two from another gang. We don’t know how they met each other or what they want.”
“Amanda isn’t the type to get involved in trouble. If they want her… Maybe they want me?”
Tanner shakes his head. “I’m afraid not. The attack had specific targets. Originally, Darragh worried they were after his family, and we haven’t ruled out mob involvement but?—”
“I’m telling you,” Keyshawn interrupts. “This isn’t Amanda. She’s innocent.”
“After weeks with Ethan Shaw, I doubt very much that’s still the case.”
“What does he need then?” I ask Tanner before Keyshawn says something more hysterical or worse, starts an argument with my cousin.
“He’s sending Ethan back to Boston with her to investigate and it’s my job to come out here and get information before I visit Magnum…”
“How is that rich prick going to help us?”
“By being the rich prick we need. You and I have families and obligations. Magnum doesn’t.”
“Can I talk to Amanda? Where is she? I think she would have mentioned…” Keyshawn says, trailing off into some train of thought.
“You can talk to her once I get back to the boss,” Tanner says. “Then… I’ll get to our part in all this and what Wyatt expects.”
“Coco!” Avery calls out, slamming her hands aggressively on the round center table.
Whatever Wyatt wants, I hope he doesn’t expect me to leave my business and my wife. Leave that to the young bucks… I gesture to my lap for Keyshawn to take another seat. She reluctantly slides her butt back into place.
“Promise me Amanda will be okay.”
“From what Wyatt said, she’s just fine,” Tanner says. “I know it can be hard to believe, Mrs. Hollingsworth, but we look after our own. And not all of us need a secret dungeon to do it.”
I try to stop myself from turning red, but I know my idiot cousin sees my skin flush. Keyshawn smiles and kisses my cheek, neither confirming nor denying his accusation about the dungeon.
Tanner stays for a while longer, picking Avery up from Cocomelon and then fending off the temper tantrum she has before he sets her down at the table with a popsicle to continue our conversation. Keyshawn balances on my lap and we talk about Quin, the kids, all the shit happening with the club, Doc Hollingsworth’s legacy… and then it trails off as we circle back to the attack in Boston.
Tanner and I have both seen enough to know that just because something happened out in Boston doesn’t mean that it won’t work its way back here soon enough. Trouble has a way of spreading through the club. Tanner gets sober enough to ride on a bike with a little kid before he leaves.
“Wyatt will arrange something so you can see your cousin,” he reassures Keyshawn. “But right now, we all have to keep a low profile. Until we know what’s going on.”
“I understand,” Keyshawn says. I squeeze her hand and we both say goodbye to Avery, who warmed up considerably, before they both leave. Once we’re alone, Keyshawn’s panic sets in.
“Amanda’s in danger. I know it.”
“Not from Ethan Shaw.”
“How can you say that?” Keyshawn says, crossing her arms in front of her chest in a way that normally means I’m about to catch some heat.
“He’s a big old teddy bear. The only thing that man could hurt is a poker chip.”
Keyshawn rolls her eyes. “I’ve seen what you get up to in that little club, Deacon. Just promise me that my cousin won’t end up dead.”
“She won’t.”
“Promise.”
“Christ, Keyshawn.”
“Promise, or this is the last time you’ll be putting bruises all over my ass.”
“So you’re the boss now?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and struggling not to grab her and spank her ass on the spot.
“I always was,” Keyshawn says in the brattiest voice before strutting away and giving me an eyeful of that perfect, delicious ass.
She’s wrong about being the boss. I’m the boss around here. Always was…
“Keyshawn, baby… wait up.”
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