14. Brynlee
Murder podcasts are as close to an actual crime as I’ll ever get. I’m too much of a coffee whore to survive in prison, and the way my hair sheds, there’d be traces of my DNA everywhere.
—Brynlee’s Secret Thoughts
Deacon
You awake, red?
Am I awake?
The better question would be why does that one single word, even if it’s just in a text, send goosebumps dancing down my arms? Oh right. Because it’s Deacon saying it.
Brynlee
Barely. It’s been a long day. How did shopping go?
Deacon
Kennedy seemed to enjoy some of it, so that’s a win. She’s going to bring a lot of her things from Isla’s house. My kid’s probably one of the few little girls in the world whose skin crawls at the thought of a room full of new things. She doesn’t really like shopping. Everything Isla picked up Kennedy hated.
I think it’s the idea of moving here that she hates.
Brynlee
I’m sure it’s the idea of the move, not the idea of living with you that’s bothering her.
I turn on my side and then swipe the FaceTime option, needing to see him.
He’s been gone for days, and it’s felt like so much longer.
Stupid fucking emotions.
How can I be so desperate to see a man I hadn’t seen in years until last month?
“Hey,” he answers softly with a beautiful rasp to his voice. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you tonight. Kennedy asked me to read with her before bed, and we went for a few chapters since we’re getting close to the end.” He runs his fingers along his jaw, and I stare at the veins bulging there, unsure I’ve ever found hands sexier than I do right now. “What are you thinking about, crazy girl?”
“Nothing,” I murmur, attempting to ignore how incredibly hot I find this man.
“How about you come over here and tell me that.” And damn, that voice is not helping things at all.
“I’m already in bed,” I tease and flash the camera over my body, lying in my cool sheets, wearing nothing but a cropped tank and cheeky panties.
“Wait,” he stops me, and the heat in his eyes is molten. “Slow down with the camera. Let me enjoy the view.”
The sound that catches is sleepy and more than a little turned-on. “Shame you’re not here to see it in person, husband,” I tease, enjoying the way he reacts to the sight of me. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt possessive over a man before, but I could definitely see myself being possessive over this one.
“Give me your address, Brynlee,” he orders, and why... Why does that sound sexy?
“You can’t come here, Deacon. My roommate is home, and I’m pretty sure she’s banging one of your players in her room.” Grace and I are definitely rocking the whole don’t ask, don’t tell philosophy at the moment.
The difference is Grace is avoiding confirming or denying she’s dating her sister’s new brother-in-law, whereas I’m banging his new coach.
I’m so screwed.
“I have ways of finding you, baby” he warns.
My body heats.
“Are you listening to me? Ares Wilder is sleeping in the room next to mine. You can’t come here.” I shake my head as my frustration builds, and the walls that were so easily fortified only a few days ago already start to crumble because I want him to be here. Screw the consequences.
“My place or yours, red. Choice is yours.”
“Doesn’t sound like I have much of a choice.” I lie flat on my back and move the phone, giving Deacon an incredible angle of my boobs. Maybe I’m a little evil, but the growl that leaves him is my new favorite sound.
“Oh, you have a choice. Make me hunt down your address and it will be days before I let you come again.”
My breath catches in my throat.
“And the other option?” I whisper as I bend my knees and press my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.
“Oh, baby. Give me your address, and I’ll show you.”
This man is going to destroy all my walls.
I just hope, in the end, I’m not the one destroying him.
The quiet condo is bathed in darkness when Deacon texts, letting me know he’s outside my door. I tiptoe past Gracie’s quiet room and offer up a silent prayer that my friend and her man don’t decide to get a midnight snack right now. This is such a bad idea, but like a sweet addiction I can’t control, I need my next hit more than my next breath, and Deacon Kane is my drug of choice.
I fluff my hair and fix my boobs, so they sit high in my cropped tank, then open the door. Any hesitation I may have had is washed away in an instant as a sudden, overwhelming need engulfs me. Deacon’s dark blue eyes run over my body, like a heavy hand skimming every curve. “Jesus, red. You’re a fucking masterpiece.”
He steps inside the foyer, and we reach at the same time.
His knees bend, and his hands clasp my face as the kiss happens, hard and fast.
Two people desperate for one another.
His tongue invades my mouth, and my hands shove under his shirt, frantic to feel the warmth of his skin. Deacon slides one hand under my ass and lifts me off my feet as he carries me to the couch.
“Deacon...” I pull my mouth from his. “What are you doing. My room is the first one down the hall. The door is open,” I whisper. “But please be quiet. This isn’t how I want you to meet Grace and Ares.”
“This room is farther away from your roommate, isn’t it?” He sits down with me in his lap and drags his lips around the shell of my ear. “I thought your Grace was doing my player on the down-low. How do you know it’s him?”
There’s no holding back my laugh. “Doing your player?”
He runs his hands up my ribs, under my tank then palms my breasts with his deliciously callused palms. “I don’t give a fuck about where any of my players are sleeping right now, red. I haven’t seen you in days, and you answer your door dressed like every fucking teenage fantasy I ever had come to fucking life... You can’t honestly expect me to give a flying fuck about anyone but you right now.”
I pull off his backward Boston U hat and toss it to the side table, so I can run my fingers through his dark hair. “I missed you too, Coach.”
I reach into Deacon’s sweatpants and fist his cock, then push his pants down, frantic for his weight against me. Dying for him.
We’re a ticking timebomb, just waiting for the fuse to burn down so it detonates around us both.
Deacon drags my tank over my head and spreads his palm between my shoulder blades as he settles between my legs and drags his cock along my sex, wrenching a needy cry from my throat.
“Don’t play with me, Deacon... I need you.”
His lips capture mine tenderly as he pushes up agonizingly slow while I slide down his cock, taking him inside me. “You’ve got me,” he swears against my lips as he pulls out, just enough to leave me desperate for more, before slamming me back down on him. “You’ve got all of me in a way I never thought would be possible.” His hands are everywhere as his mouth covers mine. “Completely, red.”
Our bodies slide against each other, my nipples graze his hard chest with each lift of my hips. His fist pulls my hair, giving him the perfect angle to worship my body with his mouth. Licking up my neck as his thumb drags over my nipple. And, oh God, I throw my head back on a silent moan before turning my mouth back to his.
My orgasm crashes over me with an intensity that steals my breath and scorches my soul, just as Deacon whispers my name over and over into the darkness.
Ilie naked, draped over Deacon’s bare chest, enjoying the feel of his body under mine in that sweet spot between sleep and consciousness, when I feel his lips graze my jaw. “You still coming over tonight, baby?”
My smile is instant. “If you still want me to.”
He lifts my face to his and brushes his lips over mine. “I always fucking want you, Brynn.”
The blanket cocooning us falls away, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
“Oh shit.”
I look up and see Ares Wilder standing in the living room and hide my body against Deacon’s chest. “Sorry. Just leaving,” Ares apologizes as he covers his face.
“Get out,” I yell, and he walks blindly toward the door with his hand in front of his face.
“Oh my God,” I half cry, half laugh. “Well, that was Ares.”
“Guess he’s another player I’m going to make puke.” Deacon fucking laughs. “Swear to God, Brynn. I’m done hiding this.”
“We’re not hiding, so much as just not broadcasting it yet,” I try to reassure him. I drop my forehead to his. Let’s get through this weekend then we’ll deal with the rest.”
Deacon drags the blanket back up my body. “Can we try to make sure none of my other players see you naked? I’d hate to want to kill them all.”