21. Deacon
“Call if you need me, okay?” Isla pulls Kennedy in for a hug, like she’s leaving for Japan now instead of in a week.
“I’m fine, Mom,” my kid answers in that way kids do when they’re completely over a situation. The plan had been for her to spend the night with me tonight to give her a bit of a feel for the house before she officially moves in next week. Baby steps typically work well for her. But somewhere along the way tonight, Isla got it in her head that it may be too much for Kennedy.
I’m not really sure if it is or not, but my daughter has officially fallen madly in love with Brynlee’s dog, and that may actually be the only reason she wants to stay.
Potato. Po-tah-to.
I don’t give a shit why she’s comfortable enough to stay. I’m just glad she’s not shutting down. If Winnie’s the reason, I’ll treat her better than any dog has ever been treated before. Score one for Brynlee because I’ve got a pretty good feeling that her getting Winnie may have had something to do with Kennedy, even if she’s not admitting it.
This tiny little fearless woman hasn’t stopped surprising me since the day she came back into my life and choked on a damn cherry. And now she’s my wife. Nothing about this summer is going how I was expecting it to go. But it’s surpassed every expectation I’ve had. If all goes well with Kennedy moving in, I may just be the luckiest son of a bitch to ever live.
Isla hugs our daughter one more time, then follows Shaun through the door before Kennedy turns to me. “Can Winnie sleep in my bed tonight?”
Brynlee wraps an arm around my waist, and I can feel the smile that’s growing on her face. If these two ever decide to work together, I’m fucking doomed.
“Winnie’s Brynlee’s dog. You’ll have to ask her,” I let Kennedy know. And my wife inconspicuously slides her hand down and pinches my ass.
Kennedy takes a minute, then looks at Brynlee, who’s currently tucked into my side.
Where she damn well belongs.
“Would it be okay if Winnie sleeps with me, Brynlee?” Her words are soft, but her eye contact is great, and that’s something my girl struggles with. Baby steps. I’ll take that as a win.
“Sure,” Brynn beams. “I happen to have a brand-new dog bed in my car. I just hadn’t brought it in earlier. Should we put that in your room?”
Kennedy nods with excitement sparkling in her eyes.
“How about you go get a shower, and I’ll grab Winnie’s stuff from Brynn’s car.” I wait until she’s at the top of the stairs. “Everything is in the closet in your bathroom.”
“Thanks, Dad.” She disappears down the hall, and I spin Brynlee in my arms. “I think that went pretty well. Don’t you?”
Fuck... I hadn’t realized how relieved I am.
Was it perfect? Hell no.
But did everything go smoother than I expected? Thankfully, it did.
Brynn presses her hands against my chest as her soft scent wraps around me. “I think it went very well. And I think Winnie was our little superstar. Kennedy and she are going to be inseparable, just you watch.”
I pull her in against me and rest my chin on her head. “You’re a damn rockstar, you know that, wife?”
“You think?” She laughs and drags her hands down to the front of my jeans. “Because I can think of a few ways you could show me just how much you appreciated that rockstar status.”
This woman... She’s fucking perfect. “Oh, I already have plans for you tonight. And they start with you coming on my cock after you’ve come on my tongue.”
Her body trembles against mine, and my cock presses against her ass, anticipating everything that’s still in store.
“Deacon... Kennedy is here, and she’s going to be sleeping across the hall.”
“Yeah, baby. She is.” I bend my head down next to her ear. “And her room doesn’t have access to that balcony. Do you think you can be quiet for me?”
She shakes her head slowly, then brings my hand up to her lips and kisses my fingers. “If I get too loud... you may have to find something to shove in my mouth, husband. Do you think you could come up with something?”
Fuck me. She’s going to kill me. But I’ll die a happy man.
Finally getting to read a chapter of Harry Potter with my daughter in my house is something I’ve looked forward to since negotiations with the Revolution started. Having her in her own room under my roof is a small luxury I hope to never take for granted because man, it feels good.
I kiss her forehead and pull her pale purple comforter up around her, then close our new copy of The Goblet of Fire and place it on her nightstand. “No reading ahead without me. Okay?”
“I won’t,” she promises, then looks down at Winnie on the floor. “Why can’t she sleep in my bed?”
“Because she’s small. If she falls off your bed, she could get hurt. She’s safer on her dog bed.” I walk across the room and rest my hand over the light switch. “Do you want them on or off?”
“Off. But Dad . . . ?”
I stand, waiting for her question, wondering if she’s going to keep fighting this fight.
“Do you think Brynlee likes me?”
Shit. I might as well have taken a stick to the face for as hard as that just hit. I stay where I am, conscious of not crowding her since she waited for me to be on the other side of the room before asking. “I know she likes you, kiddo. She liked you before she met you.”
“But she didn’t know me then. How could she like me?” she pushes back.
“It might be hard to believe, but she knew you before she met you because I never stop talking about you. Brynlee is the kind of person who pays attention to everything. She wants to know everyone, and she wants all the people in her life to know how much she cares. I’m not completely convinced she didn’t get Winnie as much for you as she did for herself.”
Kennedy’s face beams. “I think I like her too. You smile when you look at her.”
Out of the mouths of babes.
“Yeah, kiddo. I guess I do.”
“Why didn’t you have a big wedding?” she questions, and I wish she’d asked this earlier when Brynn was around to help me out.
“I’m not really sure, to be honest. We knew what we wanted, and we didn’t want to wait.” When all else fails, go with the truth. I wait to see if she asks anything else before shutting off the light. “Love you, kiddo.”
“Love you, too, Dad.”
Brynlee
There’s a comfy lounge chair on Deacon’s balcony that I make myself at home in as storm clouds roll in across the lake. I’ve got my iPad in my hand and my new book pulled up, but considering I’ve read the same chapter at least five times and haven’t retained a word of it, I decide to give up for the night and just enjoy the view.
The covered roof gives enough protection that even when the storm from this morning starts back up again, I’m not getting wet. Everything about it is cozy and peaceful. And there goes that word again.
I haven’t felt much peace since I found out my biological mother was gone.
Not since the day my biological grandparents, who I’ve never spoken to, called my father and told him my mother had died.
I remember thinking I should be sad.
But I wasn’t.
I was too busy being scared of what it meant.
“What are you thinking about?” Deacon interrupts my spiraling thoughts. His hands hang above his head from the doorframe, and he leans outside.
This man is beautiful, inside and out, and for right now, he’s mine.
“I was thinking about peace, and how I hadn’t felt much of it there for a little while,” I admit, thinking how sad that sounds.
He drops his arms and closes the distance between us. “What changed?”
I slide my palms into his and stand up. “I guess the answer is you. You quieted my fears. You keep saying how much I’m helping you. But I swear to you, Deacon, you’re giving me more than you know.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but I cover it with my finger. “Just let me get this out,” I whisper as the rain picks up around us, silencing the rest of the world. I try to find the words that won’t come. The words I so desperately need to tell him, but even the idea of them petrify me in a way nothing ever has. “I’m falling in love with you, and there’s so much you don’t even know.”
He wraps a big hand around my head and bends his knees until we’re at eye level. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready, baby.”
He presses his lips to mine and licks into my mouth, and I melt in his arms.
Here, I’m safe.
Nothing can hurt me, and no test can define me. With Deacon, it feels safe. I feel safe.
He tastes like bourbon and chocolate, and I can’t get enough as I press up onto my toes and wrap myself around my husband. My lips skim up his neck as his hands gather the hem of my sundress and slide it up over my ass before he runs a finger over my silk panties.
Deacon spins me around and presses me forward against the bronze balcony railing. “Ass in the air, red.”
He drops to his knees behind me and presses his face against my pussy. “So fucking wet for me already. Fuck, Brynn...” The words are a guttural growl against my sensitive skin as his hot breath goes right through the satin covering my drenched sex.
I peek over my shoulder and whimper at the sinful sight behind me.
“You gotta be quiet, baby. If you moan... if you make a single sound, this stops.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, and I bite down on my lips. “Just like that, baby. Be a good girl for me, and let me taste your cunt, wife.”
I turn my head back as my pussy throbs from his delicious words.
Every time this man calls me wife, I get hotter. Wetter. Guess I found my kink.
Heat rolls off his skin as he peels my panties down my legs and smooths a hand over my bare ass before he smacks it, sending a hot pulse straight to my throbbing core.
“Deacon,” I whisper, praying the heavy rain drowns out any sound.
“You like that, don’t you?” His rough palm rubs over the undoubtedly bright red handprint he left on my pale skin. When I squirm back against him, he presses a warm, wet kiss against my skin. “Fuck, Brynn...”
“Deacon?.?.?.” I silently scream when that same hand slaps my pussy before he finally presses his lips to my clit and sucks.
I push back against him and drop my head down to the railing, desperate for more. And Deacon doesn’t hold back as he eats me, bringing me to orgasm over and over again. Refusing to stop his delicious assault. And my God, he works his fingers, his lips... his whole fucking hand while he eats me until he’s rung every last drop from me, and I’m silently screaming as I come with the most explosive orgasm.
And just as I sag against the railing, cool air hits my overheated skin and a whimper builds in my throat until Deacon pulls my dress over my head and stands behind me, gloriously naked.
He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back until his lips are grazing my ear.
“Tell me I don’t have to be gentle tonight, Brynn. I’m not sure I can be.” Deacon’s deep voice promises so much more than I could ever ask for.
I lean forward and turn my head, barely able to stand up on my shaking legs. “Don’t be gentle, Deacon. You won’t hurt me. I won’t break.” I push back against him, and Deacon drags his cock through my sex, teasing me.
“You are fucking perfect, wife.” He thrust into me in one powerful stroke, seating himself deeper than he’s ever been before, stealing my last breath from my lungs.
He doesn’t give my aching pussy time to adjust to his size.
One strong hand grips my face, holding my mouth to his, swallowing every moan and whimper as our tongues duel for control while his fingers work my clit as he fucks me in a beautiful, brutal rhythm.
I claw at his skin with every delicious snap of his hips.
My body feels like an exposed nerve. Raw and hypersensitive. Overwhelmed.
The way his dick drags against my walls, hitting that spot inside me I never truly believed existed, over and over... I just can’t?.?.?. can’t think?.?.?. can’t breathe... can’t focus on anything but the way I feel right now as he fucks me harder. Faster. Then just when I feel my orgasm barreling down again, he growls against my face, “Don’t even think about coming yet, Brynn. We’re not done yet.”
“Deacon, oh God... I can’t?.?.?. Please,” I plead.
“Not yet, baby.” His lips are everywhere, greedy for the taste of my skin as pleasure wars with pain, bringing me to new heights I never knew existed.
Rough fingers dig into both hips in a bruising hold, and I’m pulled down onto his hard cock. And when I’m sure I can’t take any more, his hand slips between my legs, running through my soaked sex, and drags my juices along the crack of my ass, circling without pushing inside.
“Oh, God. Deacon. I can’t...” I plead as my legs threaten to give out, and without warning, he plunges one finger inside me, stealing my last shred of sanity.
It burns and stings and somehow feels so fucking good as he slams into my pussy over and over while he fucks my virgin ass. First with one finger, then two, until I shatter in a pulsing, throbbing orgasm, unable to see anything but a kaleidoscope of colors in front of my eyes.
Deacon seals his lips over mine, swallowing my hoarse screams while I shake under him until he explodes inside me, filling me completely.
“My fucking wife,” he whispers against my mouth as he fucks me through another orgasm, any semblance of control from either of us completely eviscerated.
The world around us ceases to exist as I’m lifted in strong arms and carried to the bed.
Deacon pulls me against him, and I drift off, knowing nothing will ever be the same.