Chapter 22
Getting back to Auckland has never felt so good.
I was wary about going back to Gisborne, even for a short time, but Pippa’s family embraced me as one of their own and I got brownie points for asking her dad before I proposed.
I wait until we’re at the door and Pippa’s sliding her key into the lock before I wrap my arms around her from behind and press my cock against her arse.
“Oh, thank God we’re home. I really need to fuck you.”
Pippa laughs. “Can we at least get in the door properly?”
“Yes, but hurry up.”
She pushes the door open, and we stumble into the living room together. After kicking the door closed behind me, I grab her hand and pull her onto the couch, on top of me.
Pippa laughs. “What are you doing?”
“Groping you.” I run my hands along her spine until I reach her arse and give it a squeeze. “We’re not staying with your parents for that long ever again.”
Pippa rolls her eyes. “It’s not like you got no sex, Deac.”
I tug her closer into my side. “Maybe not, but I like it when you scream.”
She slaps my chest before splaying her hand on my abs. “I still can’t really believe we’re engaged.”
“Let’s start planning our wedding. The sooner I tie you down, the better.”
She snorts. “You can tie me down any time.”
I knit my fingers in hers and roll toward her. “Now you tell me.”
Laughing, Pippa squeezes my hand. “You always have a comeback.”
“Everything’s just so easy with you. I feel like I can really be myself.”
Her expression softens.
It’s true. I don’t have to be Deacon, CTO of a multi-million-dollar company—don’t have to worry about my image or letting anyone else down.
Being with Pippa has given me freedom I never thought I was missing.
“I’m so happy to hear that.” She chews her bottom lip. “Thank you for being nice to Lucas. I can’t imagine seeing him again was easy.”
I brush my lips against her forehead. “No, but I’m not going to start trying to dictate your life to you and cut him out. He’s your brother, regardless of what he did twelve years ago. You two are close. I know that.”
“We weren’t close for a long time after that.”
I pull back and scan her expression. Her lips twitch, and she gives me a sad smile.
“I didn’t know.”
“It was his fault you left early, and you left for good. I was so angry at him. He was hurting, and he missed you. Everything was a mess.”
Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, I sigh. “It was a messy situation.”
“I was a twelve-year-old girl with a crush. You leaving broke my heart.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. Gathering her into my arms, I close my eyes. Seeing her that last day haunted me a long time. I was so angry with everyone—so angry with the world. Pippa was twelve, and I was even angry at her for being there at the time Mum and Lucas were caught.
And then she appeared, and I knew she had to have walked to our place on that hot, dry summer day. I could have offered her a ride home, but I didn’t—even though her presence that day softened my anger.
I have so many regrets when it comes to her.
I never want to let her down again.
“Uhh, Deacon?” she whispers.
“Yes?”
“I thought you were going to fuck me.”
I cup the back of her head and kiss her hard. “You have such a dirty mouth, little Chapman.”
Pippa sighs. “I can’t help it. My fiancé’s a bad influence.”
“Well, get your knickers off and I’ll fuck you.”
She bursts out laughing. I love that sound.
Pippa rolls off me, reaches up under her skirt, and drops her panties on the floor.
“Now, get over here and sit on my face.” I grin.
“Deacon.” Her eyes are wide.
“Get over here.”
She straddles my hips and slowly works her way up until she’s positioned right over my mouth.
I grip her hips and pull her down, pushing her skirt back until she holds it in place. “I love you, Pippa Chapman.”
She doesn’t reply—she’s too busy gasping and rolling her hips as I eat her pussy.
“Deacon. Oh my God,” she finally cries out.
“Come on my face.”
I suck hard on her clit, and she shudders, dropping her skirt so it covers us both.
Before I can say anything else, she moves down my body, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding the zip. I lift my hips to give her better access, and she pulls them to my ankles along with my boxers before scooting back up.
I let out a moan as she grips my cock.
“You’re so hard.”
“I can still smell your pussy on me, that’s why.”
She lowers herself onto me, and it’s like coming home. It’s not that we didn’t fuck when we were at her parents’ place, it was that we had to be quiet.
Now the sounds of wet, slapping sex fill the air as she rocks her hips, and I’m soaring.
“I need to see your tits,” I hiss.
Pippa tugs her shirt over her head. I grab at her bra, pulling it down to expose her breasts and giving her nipples a squeeze.
“God. I could live in your pussy.” I let out a groan.
She arches her back, but I pull her toward me to suckle on her breasts while she rides my cock.
“Deacon, I’m going to …”
Her pussy clamps down on me as she rides out her orgasm, and I’m right along for the ride, spilling deep inside of her.
“I love you so fucking much, Pippa Chapman. I’m going to do that to you for the rest of your life.”
She lets out a laugh and it reverberates through my body.
After tucking everything back in, she rolls to the side of me. I don’t care that we’re squeezed together on the couch. I’ve got my girl and that’s all that matters.
“When do you want to get married?” she asks.
“Tomorrow.”
Pippa laughs and slaps my chest. “Seriously.”
“Tomorrow. Failing that—as soon as possible.” I reach over and brush her chin with my fingertips, raising her gaze to meet mine. “I want you to be my wife, Pip. And then we’ll find a home together where we can make babies and have the future you always dreamed of.”
“We haven’t even talked about kids,” she whispers.
“I know. But it makes sense to me that you want them. It fits you, if that makes sense.”
She gives me a tender kiss. “I do want them. And I want them with you. I want everything with you.”
“We have that in common, soon-to-be-Mrs Miller.”