55. Deacon
Chapter fifty-five
Deacon
I dropped to my knees and pulled Lyla to the edge of the bed by her thighs. I loved how ready she was, and I had barely touched her. If I had this much of an effect on her with a few kisses and strokes of my thumb, I couldn’t wait to be inside her again. My cock ached against my thigh, but he’d have to wait. Lyla told me what she wanted, and I’d stay on my knees all goddamn night if that meant I got to taste her.
I brushed my lips softly up the delicate skin of her thighs, chuckling when I felt her hips grinding impatiently into the mattress. I teased her with gentle kisses, taking my time as I made my way between her legs. When she wouldn’t stop moving, I steadied her hips with my hands.
“You didn’t let me do this last time,” I murmured, running my hands up her thighs and draping her legs over my shoulders. “You wanted me on my knees, Brooks. So watch me.”
Her gorgeous mouth curved into a wicked smile. When she grabbed her bottom lip with her teeth, I smothered a groan. My head was between this beautiful woman’s legs, and there was nowhere else on this fucking planet I wanted to be.
Keeping eye contact, I circled her clit with my tongue. I cupped her ass with my hands, pulling her closer, delivering soft, slow strokes while she threw her head back. I felt her eyes on me again, and I moaned, sending warm vibrations against her most sensitive spot. I loved how she watched me, her jaw slack and pleading eyes begging me to go faster. She whimpered as I moved two fingers inside her in a slow glide. I wanted this image branded right next to how glorious she looked coming on my cock.
The rise and fall of her stomach quickened as her hands tugged on my hair, her pussy grinding against my mouth until I finally caved. I sucked hard on her clit, licking in quick, deliberate strokes I knew would push her over the edge. Her breathing told me she was close, and when her nails dug into my scalp, I tightened my grip on her thighs.
“Keep doing that,” she whimpered through another groan.
Lyla’s legs began to shake, and I worked her with my tongue until she cried out. Last time, we were mindful of the noise. I hoped every room on this floor heard what she sounded like after she fucked my mouth.
I released my grip on her legs so she could ride out her orgasm, keeping my tongue steady as I slid out of my pants. Her body stilled, and when I wrapped my lips around her and sucked again, she pushed her palm against my forehead.
Lyla’s green eyes met mine; she didn’t need to tell me what she wanted. I climbed onto the bed and crawled over top of her. My hand traveled up her stomach, my thumb grazing the soft skin under her breasts. She shuddered at my touch and kissed me harder.
“Let’s take this off, baby,” I whispered. I leaned back, pulling her with me as I sat against the headboard. She straddled me, raising her arms so I could pull her dress over her head.
A breathless sound left my mouth as I stared at the woman on top of me. I had pictured her like this for months, but none of my daydreams did this justice. She was beautiful and sexy, and when she leaned down to kiss me, I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest.
She grabbed my cock and teased it against her entrance. “This is one way I pictured it.” She tightened her grip, and I moaned into her mouth. “I want you, Deac.”
I forced my other head to take a moment. She was so wet, and the temptation to push inside her was killing me. “You’re sure this is okay?”
Her gaze never left mine as Lyla lifted her hips and sank herself onto me.
A low growling noise escaped the back of my throat. “ Fuck .”
Lyla kissed up my neck, adjusting herself so she could take me in all the way. She was slick and tight, and the tiny moans she was breathing into my mouth were driving me crazy. I cupped the back of her head and used my other hand to guide her hip. She didn’t need the help, but if she kept this pace, I was going to come. Just when I thought there was no way she could feel any better than the first time we slept together, she tightened around me with nothing between us.
I released a long, ragged breath. “You better slow the fuck down, Lyla.”
Her mouth curved into a naughty grin as she ground her hips against me. “What? You told me to tell you what I want.”
“And what is that?”
She stopped moving and dragged her hands down my chest. “I want to ride you, Deacon Scott. And I want you to tease me while I take my time doing it.”
She pulled my hand to her clit and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pressed her body against me, slowly moving up and down on my cock. With every thrust, I felt the pressure building at the base of my spine. I nipped her shoulder, kissing across her chest and pulling her nipple into my mouth. I sucked softly, making her arch harder into my chest while her hands raked down my neck. Her ass fit perfectly in my hands as I quickened her pace, bringing her body up and down against me in a way that made us both gasp for air.
Sex wasn’t supposed to feel this incredible. This was the shit people got addicted to. Her eyes locked on mine, and when she inhaled sharply, I knew she was coming. Right before she threw her head back, I drew her to me and kissed her. Her walls pulsed against my cock, sending shudders down my back and butterflies into my stomach. A low groan settled in the base of my throat as I poured into her.
After we both recovered, the eager movements of our mouths turned to soft kisses. Lyla traced up and down my jawline with her fingers, and I opened my eyes. I could’ve fallen asleep against the headboard with her touching me, but then I would’ve missed the way she looked at me. It was a gentle expression full of longing and comfort and everything neither of us wanted to say because words would ruin the moment.
I leaned my face into her hand, and she rested her lips against my forehead.
“Come shower with me,” she whispered.
I chuckled, bending down to kiss her shoulder. “Are you sure? You might have to watch out for me in there.”
Lyla slid off the bed, looking over her shoulder as she walked to the bathroom. I tried not to stare like an idiot as the incredible view of her backside grew further away from me, but I couldn’t help it .
She shrugged like my protest to join her didn’t bother her in the slightest. “I mean, I planned on it. You should see the other ways I pictured you fu—”
I closed the space between us and cupped her face, kissing her until I had her pressed against the wall of the shower and the hot water cascading over us.
They say when a loved one comes to us in a dream, we’re seeking something we can’t figure out. It might be a thirty-second guest appearance or a glimmer of them in the background, but when we opened our eyes, we remembered they were there.
Just as my brothers and I all clinked our bottles of Corona, I woke up. Images of last night played through my head as I scanned the quiet hotel room.
I slept with Lyla last night— twice . And it was fucking incredible.
My heart melted when I saw her snuggled into my side. She draped her arm across my chest, and tiny breaths trickled across my stomach. I nuzzled my face in her hair and kissed her forehead. She smelled like the warm vanilla body wash I coated her with last night, and when I remembered how nervous she was to shower with me, it brought a sleepy smile to my face.
Lyla talked a big game, but she was on her guard whenever she was out of her element. Inviting me into the shower was one thing, but once she got me there, I had to show her she was safe with me, that I was still the same Deacon who took care of her back on the bed .
I didn’t need words to read Lyla, and I knew whatever was buzzing around in her pretty head was driving her insane. She swore off getting involved with men, and even though I knew she cared about me, the last thing I wanted to do was scare her with questions. She required statements without the bullshit, and right now, I wasn’t ready to hear her tell me that last night could never happen again.
When all of this was over, and Aaron Brooks approved her trust, the process of Lyla moving to Chicago would begin. Her plans wouldn’t include me, and I’d have to pretend it didn’t hurt like hell. There was no way I could even consider getting back together with Cassie after being with Lyla—not after I saw my future written in a bookstore.
My mind began to spiral with the possibilities. Northwestern Memorial Hospital was in Chicago, and they had a great medical program that would provide me with the opportunities I needed to be successful. For the first time since I entered college, I didn’t care where my plans took me as long as I had Lyla in my life. I spent the last six months falling for the girl who brought me back to a version of myself that I recognized, and the thought of losing her left me with an empty pit in my stomach.
Lyla tightened her grip on my side, and when I looked down, her green eyes stared back at me. She smiled, pulling the blankets further up her body. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I murmured. “How did you sleep?”
Lyla shifted so she was on top of me. I tucked her hair behind her ears and grazed her cheeks with my thumb. She was beautiful on an average day, but she was pretty damn spectacular when she was on top of me in my shirt.
“Good.” She rested her chin over my heart. “Nervous?”
“About what? ”
“No.” She giggled. “Are you nervous? Your heart is beating really fast.”
I shook my head, but she wasn’t convinced. “It’s just wild, that’s all,” I admitted, resting my hands above my head. Lyla needed honesty, and I was prepared to give it to her. “I’ve been touching you for weeks. Kissing you for weeks. But last night was—”
Her lips curved into a cocky grin.
“You know what? Never mind ,” I teased, moving her to the other side of the bed. Her fingers trailed off my arm as I got up and walked to my suitcase.
“We don’t lie, Deacon. Tell me.”
“It felt like I was touching you for the first time,” I confessed, throwing my arms out to my sides. “There. I said it. Write me off.”
“I won’t write you off,” she said with a reassuring smile. She rolled out of bed to grab her purse from the couch, my shirt resting right on the curve of her ass. “I get it, I do.”
I instinctively licked my lips. “How?”
“I’ve had my fair share of fun—” Her eyes narrowed, and she pointed at me with her chapstick. “Now don’t go and take this next line to your pro-relationship friends and dissect it or some shit, but with you, it’s different. I crave something about you, and I don’t know what it is yet.”
My stomach flipped. “Can I be honest?”
“Always.”
“I kind of wondered if it would feel different for you. Believe it or not, Lyla Brooks, you care about me.”
She crossed her arms, daring me to continue.
I slid my hands under her shirt, grazing the soft lines of her hips. “Now, don’t go dissecting that shit either, but emotions can add a whole new layer to fun —even if it’s just two best friends who care about each other.”
She scrunched her nose. “Why did that all sound like a textbook excerpt?”
“Shut up.” I laughed, cupping the back of her head to kiss her.
She smiled against my lips. “Professor Scott, I am so impressed.”
I needed to get us out of this hotel room. I could spend the next thirty-six hours showing Lyla how different it could be with me. I’d never leave her guessing. I’d never make her feel scared or embarrassed to be exactly who she was—the girl I was falling in love with.
I gripped the backs of her thighs and pulled her into my arms. “I’m going to need you to stop talking. There are a few more things I want to do with you before I take you out today.”