CHAPTER 22 #2
Deacon’s place was not like that. It was a cavernous penthouse overlooking central park with floor to ceiling windows on two huge sides of the living space.
The kitchen, which ran the length of the large pace was sleek and shiny, with a huge counter which seated eight at bar stools around two sides.
He had modern light features that hung down from the double height ceilings like huge art installations, and hanging on the walls were pieces of art I had no idea about, but which were definitely modern and fancy.
The space was dominated by two huge charcoal sectionals with matching armchairs, and a TV that looked like a cinema screen.
It was a little sparse and impersonal, but it was still jaw dropping to walk into.
“What do you do?” I gasped as I stood taking in all of the space. “Rob banks on the weekend?”
“Nah. It’s family money. I inherited it all when my old man passed away years ago. I use an investment broker to handle it, and he seems to know what he’s doing too. I do alright,” he shrugged, looking almost sheepish on the matter.
“Why the fuck would you work at the club if you live here?”
“I need to keep busy, and I like the club. Protecting the people who work and play there gives me a purpose,” he shrugged.
“Do you have an upstairs to this place too?” I asked as I continued taking it all in.
“Yeah. The main suite is down here, but there’s another four guest rooms and an office upstairs. I made one into a gym though. I haven’t been here long. Just a few months,” he explained.
“Why such a big [;ace? You live alone, right?” I pressed.
“I’m a big guy,” he shrugged. “I just like my own space I guess. Plus the view.”
“It is pretty amazing,” I agreed as I walked closer and looked out of the huge windows out over the street lit city all around and below me. It was the most beautiful view of New York I’d ever seen.
“Has this changed you mind about me? I know this place is pretty crazy just for me,” Deak sighed as he appeared just behind me. I could see the worry on his face through his reflection in the window and I hated that he was doubting me.
“It hasn’t changed my mind,” I laughed as I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “It’s your place. It should be whatever you need it and want it to be. It’s definitely impressive.”
“I promise I’m not usually this excessive. I give tons of my money to charity when I can. This is the only over the top, crazy, selfish thing I ever allowed myself.”
“Deak, stop worrying. I’m not judging you. I love your place too. Just tell me you have candy somewhere in that huge kitchen for our movie and you’ll win me over completely,” I assured him as I looked up into his eyes and smiled.
“I may have stocked up for when you came around here. I put it all away and labelled it the kids cupboard,” he chuckled.
“Hey!” I protested as he started to walk away from me, still laughing.
“You eat like a damn kid on Halloween, all candy, chocolate, and crap. If anyone opened the cabinet I stocked for you they’d think it was for kids,” he defended.
“I have a sweet tooth. It’ a thing!” I cried.
“Just settle in and pick out a movie. I’ll handle the snacks, trouble maker,” he told me with a firm stare he couldn’t hold before he started chuckling at me.
“Fine, but no dammed veggie sticks!” I warned as I flopped down onto the sectional directly opposite the TV and started searching through Netflix for a movie we could watch. “Oh, this sofa, Deak! It’s like a cloud,” I cried as I lifted my legs and laid across the hugely wide, buttery soft leather.
“I know. I bought the biggest one I could find. It’s even wide enough for me to fall asleep on and not roll right off again,” he laughed as he appeared with two huge platters, one laden with candy, cookies, and everything I needed to induce a sugar coma.
The other was his. It had some crackers, salami, and meat, and veg sticks.
I just turned my nose up at it as he set down.
“Don’t worry my sugar fueled beauty, that one is for me.
Do you have enough junk on yours?” he asked, smothering a grin.
“For now,” I agreed with a wink that made him chuckle. I loved the deep timbre of his laugh.
He placed down a beer each too, then he turned and scoped me up, holding against him as he got settled on the sofa, then set me between his legs so I could lie back against him, and I did, sighing in comfort. “This feels so good,” I admitted as I snuggled my side into him and relaxed even more.
“It does,” he agreed. “Did you pick a movie for us to watch?” he asked as his arm looped around my waist and held me there securely.
I tried to focus as I pushed play om the action movie I’d chosen for us to watch, but it proved almost impossible when I was surrounded by so much maleness.
Deacon not only felt amazing wrapped around me as he was, but he smelled amazing too, and when he started to run his hand up and down my thigh in a soothing rhythm my insides set alight and need coiled tightly at my core.
I wanted him. That was all I could think.
I hadn’t eaten a thing or drank even a sip.
My body was on fire and holding myself still was becoming impossible.
All I needed in that moment was for him to stop being such a gentleman for once.
“Deak,” I uttered as I moved enough to meet his eyes.
“What’s up, honey? You need to move around? Is your back hurting?” he fussed as he paused the movie.
“Oh, I’m in pain,” I told him. “But it’s not my back.” Before he could question me further I moved up onto my knees and straddled one of his huge thighs.
“Ava?”
“I feel too good in your arms, Deacon. You make me want more. Will you give me what I need, please?” I asked breathily.
“Like I could deny you anything when you ask so sweetly.” His lips crashed down over mine and he kissed me hard and fast, his arms wrapping around me enough that when he stood, he kept me in his arms and our intense kiss never broke.
He carried me through the lounge and down a hall that I knew led to his room.
I didn’t even bother to look around me as we walked through a large set of double doors, my hands already too busy undoing the buttons on his Henley.
My ass hit a soft mattress and I instantly started working to get off my own clothes, stripping away first my jacket, then pushing the straps of my dress over my shoulders to wiggle it down my body.
I was relieved when I looked up and Deacon was doing that same.
When he got down to just his boxer briefs and looked to me a little unsure, I unsnapped my bra and tossed it aside with a come hither smile.
I wasn’t shy or nervous, or anything but horny and hell and desperate to feel Deacon inside of me.
Finally he shucked his boxers, but before I got a good look he was leaning over the bed and over me, stalking after me as I scooted up the bed so I lay in the center.
As soon as Deacon was close enough I caught his stubbled cheeks between my hands and pulled him in close, kissing him even more ferociously than we had been before.
“You’re sure?” he gasped between kisses.
“Don’t I seem pretty sure?” I asked teasingly.
“You say stop, and everything stops, yeah?”
“Okay,” I agreed before I smashed my lips over his again. “And what if I say go?” I asked breathlessly after I came back up for air.
“Trust me, I’m already to go.” He smiled devilishly.
I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in closer, my smile only spreading when he kissed me again, but this time slower, and almost possessively.
I was writhing between him, my thighs pressed together with the desperate need for some friction and relief between my legs.
My entire body was alive and so sensitive. A deep moan escaped my lips as I felt the slight covering of hair on his chest brush against my nipples.
“Deak!” I gasped. “I need you.”
“Right here, honey,” he said as he slid his huge hand down my pale body and right into my underwear. He pushed a thick finger inside of me and I cringed at the sound it made. “So ready for me,” he uttered as he looked to me with a look filled with heat.
He pushed another finger inside of me, and with just a couple of flicks of his thumb over my clit I was gasping as my orgasm crashed through me all at once, so strong and sudden it stole my breath from me.
Finally a moan found it’s way out of my mouth and as I opened my eyes and looked up I found Deacon leant up on his elbow, just watching me.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. I blushed under his close perusal, but I felt too euphoric to feel embarrassed. He pulled his hand from my panties and made short work of sliding them down my legs.
“You still okay with this?” he asked me as he knelt on the bed beside me and leaned over to the drawer in his fancy wall mounted night stand.
“So much more than okay. I want this Deacon. I want you,” I panted as I reached for his face, cupped his cheek, and pulled him close enough to gently kiss his lips.
His hand smoothed a path down my body as he moved his body over mine, caging me in. He started kissing my neck and down my chest to my breasts, teasing me and driving my need higher and higher.
“Deacon, please!” I cried.
“You’re so impatient,” he chuckled deeply as he rose on onto his knees and grabbed the condom, tearing it open and rolling it on smoothly. Seeing him up close like that made me worry whether he was going to fit. It seemed he was big all over.
“I’ll go slow to start with, “ he told me as his eyes locked with mine. I worried I’d said something out loud, but opted to keep my mouth closed for fear of him stopping. I did not want anything to stop or slow down.
I lay still, my chest heaving with need and anticipation as he lined up with my core and then slid into me gently.
He moved slowly and cautiously at first, thrusting forward little by little.
He was checking my face constantly and I knew he was worried he’d hurt me, or I’d freak out, but all I could feel was pleasure.
I wrapped my hand around the back of his wide neck and pulled him down until he was leaning over me again, his chest brushing my nipples with every small movement.
I smiled at him before reaching up to kiss him hard, and he picked up his pace, his movements getting longer and faster as he kissed me just as ferociously.
I became completely lost to anything but Deacon, myself, and the pleasure building between us.
Needing him deeper and closer I wrapped my legs around his waist and started to move with him.
I clung to him as sweat coated our bodies and the we became lost in the moment.
My orgasm was building inside of me to the point I feared the impact it would have when it finally came, but nothing would stop me from seeking it.
“Fuck! Deacon!” I cried loudly, barely finding the breath I needed to get the words out.
I was so close, but at the same time I didn’t want the bliss of the moment to end.
I was so close to Deak. He was with me in every thrust of our hips, every movement.
I clung to him tightly as he continued to lavish kisses on any part of my flesh he could reach and it fell magic.
It felt like the build-up to flying I used to reach when I played with Jack and Mason at the club so many years ago.
“So fucking perfect, Ava,” Deacon panted as he slightly adjusted his position.
He pressed his hand between us, brushing over my clit and that was all it took to set off ,y orgasm.
Heat rushed through me as my back arched and my muscled tensed with the intensity.
Peace and calm engulfed me as I got lost in the pleasure.
All I could do was cling to Deacon and hope it would be enough to keep me held down to the world as I flew off somewhere heavenly.
The sound of Deak crying out his own release, then the slowing of his thrusts seemed to bring me back to myself some, but still I just clung to him.
We were a mass of sweaty, tangled limbs and gasping breaths as we lay clinging to each other and coming down from the amazing high.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Deacon asked after a while, though we still hadn’t moved.
“Good,” I breathed heavily. “So good.”
“I need to move and deal with the condom,” he said, and before I could even protest he was pulling out of my hold and getting to his feet. He went into what I assumed was his adjoining bathroom and I heard water running.
With a groan I stretched my body. It was aching, but in the best possible way. Deacon had supported me so carefully as he made love to me that there was no pain from my back, and I just felt good. Relaxed.
I sat up on the edge of the bed and slid to my feet, crossing Deacon’s spacious bedroom and walking into the bathroom behind him. I didn’t even worry or feel conscious of my scars. Deacon hadn’t commented on them when I got naked, and he’d known they were there, so clearly they hadn’t bothered him.
Deacon was at the sink, washing his hands when I walked in. I wrapped myself around his back and my arms around his waist as I looked at his reflection in the mirror.
“Hey, beautiful,” he grinned as he looked at my reflection too, then he turned in my arms and pressed me closer to his naked body. “Still doing alright?” he asked.
“I’m perfect,” I assured him as I cuddled into his chest and sighed contentedly. “I’m falling way too fast for you, Deak.”
“Me too, sweetheart, but I’m not fighting a damned thing. Obviously, you were made for me,” he told me so easily it made me feel emotional.
“But Jack and Mason. I love them too. Could you ever…”
“We’ll make it work, Ava,” he told me, cutting off my worries. “You were obviously made for the three of us, so we’ll just have to find a way we can all be together, okay? I don’t want to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go.”
“Then I never will. Everything will be okay. I’ll make sure of it. We all will,” he promised, and for once I decided to hope for something good, and believe him.