Chapter 25 Dean
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Dean
I’m glad I stopped to shower before leaving Cherokee Falls, so I didn't come home to Sloan covered in blood.
That's not how I wanted to tell her I loved her for the first time.
But with the excitement of the night still coursing through my blood, it's somehow perfect for us.
She's not scared of the man I am. I don't have to hide my devil from her, because she's got a little devil in her, too.
“I'm going to worship you because I love you,” I say as I drop her on the couch before shedding my clothes and stroking my dick. “But I'm going to fuck you like I hate you.”
“Fuck, yes,” she pants as she strips out of her tank top and jeans before spreading her thighs to show me how wet she is.
“You can worship me with your tongue, right here.” She circles her clit with fingers, moaning as I drop to my knees.
“Keep your hands on my thighs. If you want to touch me; you touch only me until I come all over your handsome face.”
“Yes, ma'am,” I say with a dark laugh. As my eyes connect with hers, I bite down on her clit, making her cry out.
I don’t have to wonder if she knows how hard it is for me to submit.
Of course, she knows. It’s the reason she put me in this position.
To make me prove my love. She already knows she owns me, but I own her, too.
I own every ounce of pleasure her body will ever feel.
Every moan. Every laugh. Every day…for the rest of our lives.
She told me to keep my hands on her thighs, so I do. I rub teasing circles with my thumbs, barely grazing her pussy with each pass until she’s writhing and begging me to give her more.
“How much more?” I ask before licking her at the same slow pace I have been for the last few minutes.
“I want it all,” she pants. “Give me everything.”
I use my thumbs to spread her lips before thrusting my tongue into her.
My cock aches, but I ignore it as I fuck her with my tongue.
When her pussy quivers as she reaches the edge, I pull her clit between my teeth and nibble until she comes.
With her cream coating my chin, I kiss up the center of her body until I get to her mouth.
“You taste so fucking good,” I say before kissing her long and deep.
When she moans at her own flavor on my tongue, I pull back and grab her waist to flip her over. I lift her until she's bent over the back of the couch before using my knees to spread hers wider as I coat my dick in her arousal.
“Hold on,” I tell her as my head notches at her entrance. As soon as her hands grip the back of the couch, I slam home. “Fuckkkk,” I groan as she cries out before instantly pushing back, silently demanding more.
So, I give it to her. I pull back to the tip and barrel forward again, setting a fast and hard pace.
The sofa slams into the wall with every thrust, but I don’t ease up.
I pound into her until I feel her walls flutter around me.
I grip her ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises as I spread them open and spit into her crack.
Then, I shove my thumb into her ass as I reach around to pinch her clit with my other hand, setting her off.
“That's it. Give it to me,” I demand as her perfect body convulses until she squirts all over me, drawing my own orgasm to the surface. “I'm gonna fill you so full,” I grunt as the first wave of cum erupts from me.
I free my hands to hold onto the back of the couch as I keep fucking her through both of our ongoing orgasms until I'm sure there's not another drop left in me. I stay buried inside her as I drape myself over her back, resting my weight on my forearms so I don't crush her as we catch our breath.
She winces when I finally pull out to look down at the milky liquid of both of our releases coating her thighs. It's messy…just like us.
I spend the next few days waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I half-expect my captain to call me in to be arrested for murder, but the call never comes.
When I haven't heard a word about the three bodies Slade and I left for the Hell Hounds to dispose of being discovered after a week, I decide to put it behind me.
The case of Maxine's attack will never be officially closed, but justice was served, and I'm sure Slade will give her whatever information she needs to feel safe again.
I told Sloan what happened that night. I told her every detail, because I never want another deception between us.
I returned the keys to her studio across town to her and told her she doesn't have to dance at the club anymore.
She just scoffed and told me she was more than capable of running her studio during the day and dancing at night.
She's found a piece of herself at Dahlia's Deception just like I found my missing piece with her.
I step into the lobby of her studio an hour before her grand re-opening with a dozen black dahlias and a box that's been burning a hole in my pocket for the past week. When she steps out of the office and sees me standing there, she laughs.
“Last time you brought me flowers, I told you to go jump off a cliff,” she says as she takes the bouquet and shoves her nose into one of the blooms before setting the vase on the counter.
“I did,” I say as I drop to one knee. “I jumped head over heels in love with the tiny dancer that stole my heart nearly ten years ago. I know I almost ruined us, but I'm still asking you to jump with me. Marry me, Sloan.”
“I didn't hear a question,” she says as my favorite grin overtakes her face.
“I wasn't asking.” I stand with a smirk as I slide the platinum ring on her finger. “You're already mine.”
“I love you, Dick.” When I growl at the nickname, she grins again. “I mean…I love your dick. And I love you. I jumped off that cliff right along with you.”
I lift her in my arms and kiss her until we're both breathless.