Chapter 24 Dirty
Dirty
Jenny
Fate put his promise to the test not forty-eight hours later.
The night I told Deacon about the baby, I slept in his t-shirt, splayed over his chest the whole night, as if I needed to pin him down to keep him. Sometime between throwing up in the snowbank and slipping into my bed with him, I’d come to terms with what happened with Adam.
And Deacon seemed to have processed and accepted what he left behind. Other than holding me a little tighter than usual and a complete disinterest in having sex, he seemed to be back to himself.
He’d changed a lot over the past decade, perhaps I had too, but at his core, Deacon was the same.
And I loved him.
This morning, he rolled me over onto my back and crushed me under his weight.
“Oof,” I huffed.
“I’m keeping you,” he muttered into my hair.
I wrapped my arms around his wide back and wheezed, “There’ll be nothing left if you squish me to death.”
“I don’t care,” he muttered.
I laughed but no sound came out. “Hairy Larry on the ceiling,” I managed.
He rolled to the side so fast I didn’t even realize he’d taken me with him until my bare feet hit the floor.
I backed away, preparing to run, but wanting to see his face first.
He looked up at the ceiling, a deep frown on his face, before lowering his dark gaze to meet mine. “That was mean.”
I shrugged and pointed my finger at his naked chest. “Brawn.”
His head tilted in warning.
I smiled and backed further away, then touched my temple. “Brain.”
He growled and lurched for me.
Screaming, I turned and ran for the bathroom. Right before I crossed the threshold, his strong arm shot out and wrapped around my waist.
Turning me around, he threw me over his shoulder and smacked my bottom, hard enough to make me gasp.
“What—” I sputtered.
“Your punishment is coming,” he stated cheerfully as he loped back to my bedroom. “And you’re going to love every minute of it.”
I laughed and squirmed. “I have to pee.”
“How bad?”
“One more step and you’ll be getting a golden shower. Are you into that?” I teased.
He slowly turned back around, set me down on the floor, and looked into my eyes, a curious look on his face. “No. Are you?”
I drew back. “Of course not.”
He stepped forward, his brow cocking up, and I stepped back. “There is no ‘of course not’ Jenny. People like what they like. So, I’ll ask you again and I expect an honest answer. Are you into that?”
I shook my head. “Not even a little bit.”
He hummed and stepped into the warm swath of sunlight spilling across the floor from the window.
Standing in the sun, every harsh line of his body highlighted, he was fiercely beautiful.
I smiled and stepped back.
He jerked his chin up. “What are you into?”
My blood heated, a deep flush rising from my chest.
I crossed my arms over my chest though it did little to make me feel less exposed. “I need to be dressed for this conversation.”
“Really? I would think this conversation would be better had completely naked.” He smirked and backed me up further. “How about you give me back my t-shirt?”
He was playing with me.
My God.
This was the Deacon I remembered.
I raised my eyebrows and plucked at my shirt while giving him my most innocent look. “This one?”
He smiled and it was the tiniest bit mean. “Yes. I’d like it back.”
A rush of heat flooded my core.
I nodded and replied reasonably, “That’s fair. It is your shirt.”
I dragged my hands down the sides until I got to the hem and slowly lifted it up past my thighs to expose my plain, white, cotton panties.
My heart pounded as his eyes tracked my every move.
The hem skimmed my tummy, and I whipped it off the rest of the way, threw it in his face, and took off screaming once more for the bathroom.
This time, I made it.
He bellowed in mock outrage.
I laughed. Hopefully the neighbours weren’t home.
“You’ve got thirty seconds to take care of your business, baby. Then it’s playtime.”
Playtime.
I grinned and shimmied my panties down, peeing as fast as humanly possible because while he was playing, he also wasn’t playing.
With ten seconds left, I grabbed my toothbrush and popped it into my mouth before leaning casually against the counter and opening the door.
His eyes ran down my near naked form, pausing on my bare breasts and at the juncture of my thighs. His lips twitched and his eyes flew up to meet mine.
Holding my gaze, he walked into the bathroom and leaned against the wall.
Turning my back to him, I bent and arched my back while spitting into the sink and rinsing my mouth.
I dried my face and looked up. Catching his hard, hot gaze in the mirror, I froze.
“Uh oh,” I whispered, my hands braced on the counter.
He pushed off the wall. Without breaking our gaze, he trailed a finger down the length of my spine.
“You’ve had your fun, now I’m going to have mine,” he stated quietly.
I swallowed, a shiver chasing his finger as it trailed down over the cleft of my bottom.
He smiled, but it was hard, determined, and promised things my clenching core understood on a primitive level.
“This is what’s going to happen. You’re going to drop your panties right here on the floor, then you’re going to walk that naked ass to your bedroom and kneel on your bed with your legs spread.
Your hands can rest at your sides, or you may clasp them behind your back.
And you’re going to hold that position until I get there. ”
Throat dry, I slowly pushed myself up to standing. “Is this—” I swallowed and tried again. “Is this the part where you get bossy and order me around?”
He nodded slowly. “That’s where we’re at.”
I dropped my gaze to the taps, getting lost in their shine as my mind spun.
Drop my panties?
Walk my naked ass to my bedroom?
I looked up in time to see his face soften slightly as he admitted, “I need this.”
Those words settled deep, calming me at the same time as they built the ache to please him.
His eyes caught fire, almost as if he could read my thoughts.
My need.
I hooked my fingers into the sides of my plain, white, serviceable underwear and his eyes dropped, his cheeks darkening as if I was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.
Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I slowly dragged my panties down over my hips.
His eyes flew up to meet mine and he growled, “Jenny, don’t tease. You might not like what that buys you.”
With a final push, I let them drop.
Pulling my shoulders back, I padded across the floor to my bedroom.
At my doorway, I stopped and looked over my shoulder.
He stood in the bathroom doorway, his erection tenting the front of his grey boxers, and gave me an approving nod.
I smiled and gave him a little shimmy, laughing when he grinned widely.
When I turned back around, the bathroom door closed.
Sucking in a deep, steadying breath, I folded my quilt to the bottom of my bed, smoothed out the sheets, and climbed onto the middle of my bed.
Rising to my knees, I slid my thighs apart and rested my palms on the outside of my thighs.
One minute passed, then two, but it felt like ten years.
Feeling foolish and not at all like myself, I looked around my room as if it offered some kind of reprieve.
My eyes fell on the mirror and the woman reflected in its glass.
Her black hair tumbled down her back in wild waves. Her blue eyes looked wide and a little scared, but her cheeks flushed with anticipation.
My eyes dropped to take in the rest of her.
High, full breasts with rosy, swollen, peaked nipples shamelessly begged for attention.
Her hips flared out, a little extra flesh than there used to be, but it somehow added to her appeal.
An oh-so-softly rounded tummy topped a tightly trimmed, black triangle of hair covering her sex.
“Oh boy,” I breathed.
Is this what he saw when he looked at me?
Was the sultry woman in the mirror truly me?
The bathroom door opened, and my attention shot toward the door.
He walked in without pause and circled around me.
I tried to follow him, but he gently ordered, “Eyes forward, baby.”
I stared at the wall.
There was no sound or evidence of motion behind me.
My legs began to shake.
“You’re okay,” he murmured. “You’re stunning. I’m going to come up behind you on the bed,” he advised. “One day we’ll do this with a blindfold, and you’ll give yourself over to me fully. When you’re ready.”
As soon as his bare chest met mine, I dropped my head, the tension leaching from my body.
“Thank you,” I breathed, immediately soothed by the contact.
He stiffened, and my eyes popped open. “Was that wrong?”
“No,” he asserted. “Not at all. It was sweet.” His mouth hit my neck and trailed down to my shoulder.
I reached back to grasp his thighs.
“Hands down, baby,” he murmured. “It’s all about you today.”
Letting my hands fall, I focussed on
his voice, his breath, his every movement behind me.
He lifted my hair away from my neck and pressed his mouth to my skin, his growing beard a sweet abrasion.
“I love your curves,” he murmured, drawing a finger along the line of my neck, over my shoulder, and down my arm. Slipping his hand up to my ribs, he continued tracing my waist, my hip, and my bottom. “Every one of them.”
His lips and tongue and teeth followed.
I knew what he was going to do before he did it, but I still gasped in surprise when he dipped his tongue between my cheeks. “I’ll have you here, too, baby,” he murmured roughly.
Returning to my neck, he rubbed his beard over my sensitive skin as his hands came around to pluck my nipples, rolling them between his fingers almost roughly.
My head dropped back as my hips jerked forward. “Deacon,” I rasped.
“Your greedy, little, pussy needs attention, baby?”
My face flamed.
His erection pressed against my backside.
You can be as dirty as you want, and I promise I’ll drop to my knees just as fast.
“Yes,” I blurted.
His big hand grasped the back of my neck and urged me forward as he grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed. Throwing it down in front of me, he ordered, “Head down.”
I moved to lie down, but he pressed his erection pressed against me once more.
Smacking me on my bum, he ordered, “Ass up.”
“Oh, boy,” I breathed.
Just before I went down, his arm came around my waist and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. Then he placed the pillow in front of me and fell to his knees on the floor.
“Head down, ass up, baby girl.”
Trembling and exposed, I put my head on the pillow.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Now press those hips back.”
“Beautiful,” he breathed reverently, his breath teasing my flesh.
I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted my hands, desperate for the first flick of his tongue.
Licking and nibbling his way up and down both of my thighs, he made me wait.
When I lost his mouth, I pushed back.
He chuckled and parted my lips with his thumbs, then he dipped his head, and feasted.
In seconds, I cried out.
He drove his tongue inside me, swirling it through my centre, humming as I shuddered around him.
He eased me down, stroking my back, my thighs, murmuring sweet nothings, keeping me in position.
Every muscle in my body softened.
“That’s it,” he hissed, his fingers curling inside me, finding that spot that made me weak.
Every touch, every kiss, every sweet and dirty word drove me higher and left me looser.
By the time he dragged my thigh over his hip and pinned me to the headboard with my wrists pressed against the wall over my head, I’d have given him anything.
Completely uninhibited.
All my guards sinking into oblivion while he took me to heaven.
The sight of his powerful body driving into mine in the mirror thrilled me beyond measure.
With that visual, I fell over the edge, my body arching and toes curling as a pleasure so intense it was almost painful rippled through me.
My heart thrilled at the sound of his soft grunt and the delicious heat of his sweet release deep inside me.
Dragging me down into the bed, he curled around me until our breathing returned to normal.
“Are you okay?”
“Very,” I purred.
Did I please him?
I squirmed. “So, bossing me around is what you’re into?”
He chuckled. “That about sums it up.”
“What kind of things would you like me to be into?” I ventured.
“What are you curious about?” he asked instead.
I huffed out a soft laugh.
“Let me put it another way. What have you read about in those steamy novels that makes you hot?”
“I’m not sure I’d want to try all these things, okay?”
“Noted.”
Oh my god, was I really going to say this?
I cleared my throat. “Edging.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Spanking.”
“Tell me more,” he demanded.
Taking a moment to think, I explained, “It’s the attention and focus that thrills me, the idea someone takes pleasure from mine, no matter how that unfolds.” I paused. “And I like the idea of not having to think and plan, not have to be in control of everything, but to just trust and feel.”
His hips rolled just once, pressing his growing erection against my bottom.
“Anything else?” he asked gruffly.
I smiled to myself, anticipating the explosion. “Two men at the same time.”
“Jenny Davis,” he reprimanded, rolling me to my back. “That is not happening, baby.” His eyes lit up. “But I’ll see what I can do to replicate the experience.”
“I was kidding,” I said softly, cupping his face in my palm.
“I’m not,” he smiled darkly.
His cell phone rang, breaking the moment.
He rolled away from me and snagged it off the bedside table.
Dark, wary eyes rose to meet mine. He held up a finger and stepped away into the family room.
“Hello?”
I heard murmuring as he retreated to the kitchen.
I sat up, watching him as he stalked back into my bedroom.
All the tension we’d loved away during the day was back.
He showed me his cell phone before putting it down on my dresser. “My parents called. They’d like us to come over for dinner.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”