25. Deacon
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I can make it juicy, baby.
It’s just a “G” thang.
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Tonight’s karaoke selection is playing loudly around the room, and a permanent smile covers my lips at Squeak’s reaction.
“Mhm. Throw that ass back, love.”
*tap, tap, tap*
Smacking Squeak’s ass as she pushes into my dick has me biting my lip to keep from moaning like a bitch. Squeak and I are currently in the shower, which excites me because I’m not sure which is causing her pussy to meet my dick more… the water or her juices. Trying to fuck in my shower isn’t without skill or coordination, but I’m enjoying Squeak’s tight walls that are gripping my dick too much to stop to finish in bed. Thrusting in and out of Squeak, I grip her waist hard enough to leave my handprints once this is over. The warm and wet feeling coming from the pussy I’m trying to engrave my name on has me delirious.
“Ooh, shit, Deacon.” Squeak cries when my strokes increase.
“Your ass is gonna marry me, Squeak. We locked in, love.”
Closing my eyes, I smile sinisterly when an image of Squeak walking toward me in a fire-ass wedding gown flashes in my psyche.
“Mm—okay.” Squeak moans, and my stroke stalls when my brain comprehends her words.
Oh shit! Is this dick haze, or is Squeak agreeing to marry my ass one day?
“Dea—con!” Squeak cries, dragging my name out like a run-on sentence while wiggling her ass to get me to keep moving.
Snapping out of the pause her words caused, I pull out and slam back into her waiting pussy, causing it to sputter like a fart.
“Ooh. Yes, fuck me, baby,” Squeak says.
Tingles and tightness creep into my toes, and I bite my lip when my nut begins alerting me of its fast-approaching arrival.
“I’m about to bust, Squeak. Cum with me, love. Cu—fuck!” I shout, sounding like a wounded dog when my nut rushes from my dick, flooding Squeak’s walls.
“Ahhh… yessss,” Squeak moans, and her body jerks, allowing me to exhale at knowing I didn’t cheat her out of an orgasm.
“I’m sleepy now,” Squeak says, blinking slowly while standing inside the shower floor.
“I know. Come on.” Opening the towel, I wait for her to move toward me before closing her in and drying her off.
“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk to the room.”
Wordlessly, I concentrate on removing the water from Squeak’s body, having taken care of myself first.
“I got you.” Throwing the towel in the direction of the hamper, I bend and pick Squeak up, causing her legs to wrap around my waist.
“Thank you, Deacon,” she says, laying her head on my shoulder before I carry her out of the bathroom.
Once I reach the bed, I gently lay her down, reaching for the lotion and moisturizing her skin.
“Ooh.” Squeak moans with her eyes closed, and a warm smile slides on my lips.
An unfamiliar yet welcoming feeling fills my body with every glide of my hand over Squeak’s smooth mocha skin. The song that got Squeak and me to this moment is still playing around the room, reminding me to cut it off before it gets me in trouble.
“Alexa, stop,” I say, bringing an instantaneous hush to the room until low murmurs hit my ears.
Thanks, Alexa… Mission accomplished.
Hearing Squeak’s low snores has me internally pounding my chest like Tarzan while watching my woman slumber, despite my hands rubbing lotion into her skin. Since our reconciliation, I have all but moved Squeak into my home, but she has yet to complain. With the lingering threat from Satan’s Cobras, I rest easier knowing Squeak is lying beside me. I’m also hoping that I’ll be able to keep Squeak in my home long after the war is over. Once satisfied with Squeak’s skin’s moisture, I place the bottle on the nightstand.
Lifting Squeak’s body like one would a colicky baby who’s finally fallen asleep, I grunt from holding her dead weight before taking the necessary steps to ensure she’s able to get a comfortable night of sleep. I won’t lie; the coordination it takes to hold Squeak and push the blankets back before easing her comfortably in place has me biting the fuck out of my bottom lip. Dropping my woman after a bomb-ass date night would erase everything I did to make her smile. Returning to the bathroom, I flip the light, bringing darkness to the space, then quickly leave the room to check the front door. I’m unsure if Squeak or I had been more worried about getting the other out of their clothes, preventing us from remembering to secure the lock.
“Damn. Thank goodness it's not easy to get in here.” Shaking my head, I turn the lock securing the door before jogging back upstairs.
Squeak has turned toward the wall, but the light snores leaving her mouth lets me know sleep has her in a chokehold. Swaying slightly, I move to the bed, easing in while pulling Squeak into me so I can join her in slumber. My eyes suddenly become heavy and begin closing as fatigue leads way for an easy drift into a peaceful sleep.
“What colors did you say you wanted for our wedding?” Squeak’s groggy question penetrates my mind, causing my eyes to pop open.
“Blue and yellow. It’s Baxtown Iron’s first wedding,” I say as sleep clogs my cords.
“Oh. Right.”
Silence echoes in the room before light snores again pierce the atmosphere, and my eyes close again since Squeak has fallen back to sleep.
Several days later…
“Are we gonna include Sons of Shadows and City Slickers when we take care of Too Sweet?” Diesel asks.
Diesel, Shadow, Gunz, and I are chilling in Shadow’s man cave while discussing the plan to handle our enemies. My blood pressure elevates from the adrenaline rushing through my body at knowing that we’re about to avenge the club and Squeak. Interacting with Too Sweet’s grimy ass has taken the patience of Job to keep up the charade. It’s crazy how the nigga has continued to smile and grin in our faces, knowing he’s Daxx’s peon. I also wonder if he was one of the people to injure Shadow, kill Sleepy, and brutalize Leggs from how shifty his eyes get in Shadow’s presence.
“Nah. We’re gonna keep this between us to contain the potential blowback we might face,” I say.
“How? We’re taking out their leader, and in times past, the only thing those punk ass niggas have done is vote in a new leader,” Shadow says aggressively.
“Yeah, Shadow is right. Satan’s Cobras ain’t about shit but exercising power over women because they see them as inferior.” Diesel co-signs.
“I agree, but I also think Deacon is right. Let’s handle this internally. However, I want to bring in Can’t Get Right, Boston, and Smoke,” Gunz says, entering the conversation.
Nodding, I rub my hands together at the mention of those three club members because they each add a certain amount of devilish quality necessary for what we’re gonna do.
“I can get with that. I also want to handle Too Sweet after the cabaret. His bitch ass will be too drunk to observe his surroundings, making it easy for Can’t Get Right to snatch him,” I say, smirking like ole boy from the Home Alone saga who found out the credit card Kevin used was stolen.
“That’s some good shit and a well thought out plan, bro,” Diesel says.
“For sure. Ain’t nothing better than catching a nigga off guard who’ll be celebrating getting away with infiltrating a club and throwing a party in his honor. Damn, I can’t wait to make his bitch ass gummy.” Shadow stands, nearly putting a dent in the wall from his lounger hitting it.
The watery sheen in Shadow’s eyes has me standing and pulling him into my body because, like me, Shadow must believe Too Sweet was a participant in his injury.
“Man the fuck up, nigga. We never let a mothafucka see us sweat. Too Sweet is gonna be begging for death before we finish his ass,” I say.
“Aw, this is so nice to witness. I wish I would have thought to record it so I can show our kids and shit,” Gunz says when I release Shadow and step away from him.
“Fuck you, bitch,” Shadow says, resuming his seat, effectively erasing the heaviness within the room.
“On another note, why didn’t you niggas tell me that Tinker Belle and Smoke are messing around?” Diesel asks, looking around the room and waiting for one of us to respond.
“Your ass ain’t getting laid enough. Since when did we get together and trade recipes and shit?” Gunz asks, frowning like something funky is swirling in the air.
“Oh, some real shit. My feelings are hurt because I had planned on adding Tinker Belle’s ass to my roster. Well, after I finish bust—never mind,” Shadow says, halting whatever he was about to say.
“Hold up. Don’t stop talking, nigga. Who have you been busting down with your limp dick having ass?” Diesel asks.
“Nigga, go home. After we handle our enemies, I’m calling an emergency meeting to vote for a new president. Your soft ass ain’t fit to lead us into the future,” Gunz says, shaking his head, causing us to laugh at the serious expression on his face.