Chapter 33 A Better Man
A Better Man
Deacon
I snapped up my keys and wallet, flipping the latter open for a brief glimpse of my reason for everything before shoving it in the back pocket of my jeans.
Quickly locking the apartment door, I jogged down the outside stairs to the parking lot. Within seconds, I was on the road to home.
To Jenny.
The letter she left on the table stoked the fire that had started burning way back in the fall when I saw her for the first time in more than a decade. The short distance between us, and the time it was taking me to get there, tried my patience.
I pulled into my driveway and read her letter again, focussing on each word as if their meaning might have changed.
Dear Deacon,
I love you; I always have. And I’m so grateful you came back for me.
The last few months have been stormy, and I’m so sorry for everything that hurt you, but there are no more secrets between us.
I’d like to stay in Moose Lake with you. We have friends here, family. I think we should buy the house, the two of us, together.
And I want to make a family with you, with a baby, maybe two.
I’m ready for us.
And I’m ready for you.
You have my heart. You have all of me.
Come home.
I’m ready.
Love Jenny.
P.S. I’m so glad you’re here.
P.S.S. I’m in our bedroom. Please don’t make me wait too long.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Everything I always wanted, everything I dreamed about, waited for me on the other side of that door.
I swallowed tightly, my heart pounding even as my dick stirred in my pants at what was to come.
Would she be kneeling on the bed?
I shook the thought from my head. It was too early to hope for that kind of vulnerability. That had to be earned, and I wasn’t nearly there yet.
I made myself walk up the path, not that I could run all that comfortably with an erection. Once inside, I called out to let her know it was me.
“It’s me, baby.” She didn’t answer. “Be patient for just a little while longer. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Stepping up to the sink, I got myself a glass of water, tucked what I needed into my pocket, and grabbed a bottle of water for her.
If my hunch was correct, she was going to need it.
And I wanted to be ready.
I took a steadying breath.
At least, I wanted to be as ready as I could be.
I took the stairs two at a time and jogged the remaining steps to our room before coming to an abrupt halt in the doorway.
I braced my hand on the doorjamb, my mouth salivating as I took her in.
She sat on her heels with her hands clasped in her lap, her cheeks flushed. She had gathered her inky hair up in a ponytail and it fell in a swoop over one shoulder.
Those baby blue eyes, wide but steadfast, gazed back at me as she rose to her knees, dropped her hands to her sides, and spread her thighs for me.
“Bloody hell,” I muttered, utterly enthralled.
Silky blue straps on a sheer bra that did all kinds of wonderful things to her breasts.
The tiny blue embroidered flowers lent it an air of innocence, but it was anything but.
The tiny matching panties barely covered her, and the only thing holding them onto her round hips were the slender ribbons tied at either side.
“Do you like it?” she asked softly.
My gaze flew up to her face and the tiny, uncertain smile that teased her lips.
“I love it,” I answered gruffly, pushing off the doorjamb. “I love you.”
She inhaled deeply and straightened, then pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. Presenting herself to me with such sweet, trusting confidence.
I had to pull it together.
She’d worked so hard to get to this point, I had to make it good for her.
I stepped into our bedroom and slowly circled the bed, taking in every inch of her. There wasn’t a whole lot of material in the front, and there was even less in the back.
My mouth salivated with the desire to sink my teeth into her round ass.
“Don’t move,” I ordered. “Eyes forward.”
The telltale quickening of her breath told me I was on the right track.
I braced one hand on the bed and trailed my fingers up the inside of her thigh before skating along the line separating her ass from her leg.
Her body trembled beautifully, but she held her position.
“Beautiful, baby,” I praised. “I love what you bought for us.”
She audibly swallowed and cleared her throat. When she spoke, her voice was husky. “I bought a few other things, too.”
I followed the line of her pointed finger to the nightstand where a blindfold and silken scarves waited.
My cock pressed against the zipper of my jeans.
My heart pounded against my ribs.
And I fought like hell to keep the tears welling in my eyes from falling.
In my wildest imaginings, I never thought this could happen.
I peeled my shirt off over my head, ripped open the button and zipper of my jeans, and crawled up on the bed behind her.
Steadying her with a hand at her waist, I grasped her ponytail and tugged her head back until it rested on my shoulder. Eyes hooded and hazy with desire, she looked up at me with complete and utter love and devotion.
And smiled.
No more shadows.
Holding her gaze, I dropped my hand to her hip and yanked the ribbon of her panties.
Her eyes popped open, and her smile dropped as she gasped, “Deacon!”
“The giftwrap is lovely,” I murmured as I peeled the lace away from her body, “and I’m being very careful not to rip it,” I explained softly, “but I can’t wait to get to the woman inside it.”
Plunging my hand between her thighs, I cupped her sex and yanked her ass back against my groin.
She cried out then ground down onto my fingers.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” I groaned in her ear before kissing the hinge of her jaw, dragging my teeth along its hinge and up to kiss the corner of her sweet mouth.
She opened to me, her tongue darting out to dance with mine before I pushed it back in, fucking her mouth as I breached her centre.
With one finger, I circled her soaked entrance, my touch shallow and light. Releasing her hair, I pushed my jeans down and encircled her waist to keep her body tight against mine.
“Very, fucking, nice, baby,” I praised as I ground my cock against her ass.
She whimpered, her hands coming up to latch onto my forearm.
Her hips rolled, pressing back to rub her ass against my dick before jerking forward to chase my fingers.
Her head fell back on my shoulder, her mind and body submitting.
I took a deep breath and nudged her with my chin, turning her face away from me.
Dragging my tongue up the long line of her neck, I challenged, “Tell me you want my cock, and I’ll give it to you.”
Her body arched. “I want it,” she wheezed.
“Say the word,” I pushed, circling her clit.
Her low moan wore my patience thin; I was about to come all over the round mounds of her delectable ass.
I groaned aloud.
That thought didn’t help.
“Can’t,” she gasped, grinding back against me.
I chuckled and dragged my hips back at the same time as I abandoned her clit to stroke her labia.
Kissing her temple, I teased, “Oh no, baby. Dirty girls who want to get fucked ask for it and they use their words.”
She laughed, her belly shaking under my arm.
Who knew sex could be fun?
Sex with Jenny was everything.
I plunged two fingers inside her, and she stopped laughing.
“Ride that, sweetheart,” I breathed in her ear as she ground her pussy into my hand.
She nodded, closed her eyes, dug her fingers into my arm, and rolled her hips.
I listened intently to the soft sounds escaping her lips, the low moans, soft cries, and desperate mewls telling me exactly how close she was to coming.
When her body stilled, I gently withdrew.
“No,” she breathed. “Deacon, I was—”
Grasping her hip, I pointed the swollen head of my cock between her thighs and dragged it back and forth over her sensitive clit.
“Yes,” she hissed, tipping her hips back.
“Ask for it.” I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and pinched her nipple.
She paused then begged, “Please.”
“Use your words,” I pressed, teetering on the edge of control as her pussy dripped all over my aching cock.
“I want your cock,” she blurted.
Before she got the last word out, I had her on her back and drove inside her.
She cried out at the sudden invasion, her neck arching back as she wrapped her long legs around my hips.
Grasping her wrists, I pulled them up over her head and noticed the bracelet.
My stomach clenched. “You still have it.”
Stretched out beneath me, her soft, blue eyes hooded with lust and desire. “I have everything you ever gave me.”
Thank God I’d listened and sought her out.
She stared up at me as her sweet heat clenched around me.
No trepidation in her gaze.
No wariness.
No worry.
My cock pulsed inside her, bringing me back to the very real, very sweet, dreamlike present.
My eyes dropped to her tits spilling from the pretty bra I’d barely taken in. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Her eyes traveled over my shoulders and across my chest. “So are you.”
I pulled my hips back until only the tip of my cock remained inside her, waiting until she writhed beneath me to fill her once more.
Dropping my mouth to the curve of her breast, I promised, “Next time you wear this, I’m going to take the time to worship you properly. You took me by surprise.”
She grunted softly as I filled her again and again. “If you worship me any harder, I might not survive it.”
I frowned. “If you’re still coherent, I’m not doing my job.”
Her hands ran over every part of my body she could reach. “Get to it, then,” she challenged, breathless.
I nearly laughed aloud. I would have if my balls weren’t threatening to burst.
Dropping down to my elbow, I cupped the back of her neck, and with my other hand, I yanked her thigh up higher over my hip.
I ground down against her clit and watched as her head pressed back into the pillow.
There it is.
Her sweet body trembled underneath me.
“You have anything else to say?” I growled.
“Please,” she gasped.
“So polite,” I grunted.
I slid my hand between us and thumbed her clit.
She gasped.
Her thighs tightened around me, her belly quaking.
I pulled out, and she mewled in dismay until I dragged my cock covered in her juices over her clit, transferring all that wet.
Drawing my hips back, I lined up and thrust inside her wet heat. “Bloody hell, Jenny,” I groaned.
Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, so sweet as Jenny wrapped around me.
She closed her eyes and pressed her head back into the mattress.
“Deacon.”
“Yes, baby,” I praised.
Her hands flew over her head to grip the sheets, pushing herself down with every one of my thrusts.
Reaching down, I strummed her clit until she cried out.
“Come, pretty girl,” I grunted.
She was beautiful, lost in passion.
“Come on my cock.” Thrust.
She was mine, my every desire.
“Let me feel your pussy.” Flick.
I belonged to her, wholly and completely.
“Give yourself over to me. I’ve got you.”
And I would worship her until I passed from this life.
She cried out my name, her body clamping down on mine and milking the seed from my body.
God, please, let it take root.
I grunted, thrusting roughly as I lost control and filled her, the primitive part of my brain reveling in marking her inside.
I stilled. Unwilling to leave her sweet heat, I stroked her breasts and ribs and the curve of her hip until the last shudder left her body.
She lay quietly for a second, exhaling with a sweet sigh before wrapping all four limbs around me. “Don’t ever leave me again,” she whispered.
“Never,” I promised, pressing my mouth to her temple. Resting on my elbows, I gave her my truth. “You make me a better man. You make me come alive like no one and nothing else. There is no life for me without you in it.”
She nodded, her eyes serious and more open and vulnerable than I’d ever seen them. Then she began to smile. “Use your words?”
I smiled down at her, my reason for everything. “I’ll give you soft, I’ll give you me, I’ll give you everything. You just need to be you.”
She nodded, her eyes shiny. She cupped the side of my face. “And I’ll give myself over to you.”
“Are you mine?” I rumbled, turning my face to kiss her palm.
“Yes.”
“Then you won’t mind if I make it official.” I slipped my hand into my jeans pocket and slipped the ring I bought over the knuckle of her ring finger.
She sucked in a breath as I slid it home.
Holding her hand up, she looked at it, her expression of joyous disbelief humbling me.
She looked up at me and laughed as she cupped my face in both hands. “I pictured this differently.”
I grinned. “At least I’m on my knees.” I dipped my head. “I love you, Jenny Davis.”
“Soon to be Jenny Raine,” she corrected, her eyes twinkling. “I guess a little rain’s not all bad.”
Tilting my head, I challenged, “You want a little Raine? One with your smile and my eyes?”
Her eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath.
Hope lit her eyes from the inside.
She smiled. “I could go for that.”
Rolling onto my back, I smacked her round ass. “Okay, pretty girl. We’ll make our own Raine.”