27. Deacon
DEACON
The second her mouth swallowed me down, it was game over. She needed rest, but I no longer cared. The warmth of her mouth was too much. The swirling of her tongue thrust my hand into her hair. And as she sucked my cock back, I felt it growing.
Pulsing.
Filling her throat, as I looked down and saw the protrusion along the underside of her jaw.
“So beautiful for me,” I grunted.
She looked up at me with those icy blue eyes of hers, and I was done for.
She had me, body and soul, and she’d have me until the day I died.
I fisted her hair and drew her back before slamming her back down onto my dick.
She opened her throat, moaning and crying out around my girth as it muddled her sounds.
Good.
These sounds were only for my ears anyway.
“That’s a good little slut,” I hissed as I fucked her face. “You like being on your knees for me?”
“Mmmmm, yes, Mr. Deacon.”
I tapped her cheek enough to get her attention. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?”
“Mm-mm,” she said cheekily.
Her vibrations shot electricity through my fucking balls. “Nasty little whore.”
“Mmmmm.”
“Eager little cum dumpster.”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock.
“Want me to fill your stomach?”
She nodded as she kept her gaze on me, and I watched my dick swell her lips.
Her cheeks hollowed out, taking my soul with her as I leaned against the wall.
I propped my head against my forearm as she stroked me.
As her head bobbed. As the warmth of her mouth pulled me to heights that erased my mind and pushed every worry out of my veins.
And when her throat closed around me with a gag, a cascade of goosebumps scoured my body.
I had to explode.
I couldn’t hold it in a second longer.
I waited long enough to mark my woman.
And I wouldn’t wait any longer.
“Goddamn it,” I growled as I shoved my cock all the way to the back of her throat, “swallow every drop.”
“Mm-hm. Mm-hm. Mm-hm,” she chanted.
I held her head against my length as she swallowed me down, her throat closing with every movement.
She emptied me as my legs locked out, and I growled into my forearm to keep my sounds to myself.
She drank down every pump I had for her.
She lapped her tongue against the tip of my cock and made my entire body jump.
She controlled me with nothing but her mouth until I sank to my knees and sat against the same wall that once housed her back.
And as she crawled into my lap, I never felt more powerful in all my life.
“Hi there,” she said softly.
I chuckled as I tucked her head beneath my chin. “Don’t start that good girl act now. I know the truth.”
She kissed the underside of my jaw as her fingertips traced my chest tattoos. “What ever do you mean, Mr. Deacon?”
I grunted as I wrapped my arms around her. “Shut up.”
She giggled. “Yes, Mr. Deacon.”
Goddamn it, that name would get me into more trouble than I wanted to admit.
“If you need to go?—”
I cut her off at the pass. “We’ve done all that we can today.”
“You sure?” she asked.
I kissed her forehead. “I’m sure. Plus it’s good to breathe in between plans. Helps keep the body rested and the brain alert.”
She giggled. “If you’re alert, I didn’t do my job right.”
I snickered as I ran my fingertips through her wet, knotted hair.
Yeah, alert. That’s funny. I couldn’t have piloted a fucking stove if someone asked me to at that moment.
She sucked my entire soul—every worry, every shred of anger, and every maniacal moment—right out through my dick before swallowing it into her body.
As if she hoped she could physically take the boulder off my shoulders and carry it herself.
She was too good for me.
She was too good for all of us.
And when this shit was done, I’d spend every fucking moment I could spare making sure she never regretted her decision with us.
Once this shit was done anyway.
We sat there until the water turned lukewarm.
I felt the urge to move us and reached for the shower nozzle.
However, the second I moved, her soft snores started.
They gave me pause, with my fingers only inches from the wall.
I didn’t want to wake her, but the water was gonna turn cold on us, which would wake her up anyway.
So I wrapped my arms around her, leaned back, and reached my foot out to turn off the water.
I laid there on the shower floor and let her sleep against me.
The shower floor wasn’t comfortable. The tile was cold and hard and my back would remind me about it in the morning. I didn’t move, though.
I wasn’t ready to.
She fit against me like she’d been doing it her whole life. Her cheek pressed into my chest, her hand curled against my stomach. Her breathing was slow and even, the kind that told me she’d gone somewhere deep. Somewhere she felt safe enough to actually rest.
That did something to me I wasn’t prepared for.
I’d had women in my bed before. Women who knew what they were getting into and left before morning because that was the arrangement.
Clean. Simple. No expectations on either side.
That was the only kind I allowed. The only kind that made sense for a man like me, running a crew like this, with enemies I couldn’t always see coming.
And then Char walked behind that bar and ruined the whole system.
I stared up at the ceiling and listened to the drip of the showerhead. The slow tick of it was the only sound in the room. Somewhere below us, I could hear the guys moving around. Floorboards settling. A door closing. The low murmur of voices that never fully quieted, even at this hour.
My crew.
My responsibility.
Every one of them was carrying something heavy right now, and I felt the weight of that the same way I always did — sitting right at the base of my sternum like a stone I couldn’t cough up.
Bait was gone. Rat was still healing. That woman was still out there, pulling strings we couldn’t fully see yet.
And here I was, sitting on a shower floor.
Char shifted against me, and I held still until she settled again. Her fingers twitched once against my stomach before going lax.
The thought arrived quietly, without fanfare. But it sat heavy. She trusted me. Actually trusted me. And I had no idea what the hell to do with that.
I pressed my lips to the top of her head. Didn’t think about it. Just did it.
I wasn’t planning on fucking it up. But wanting something this much was its own kind of danger.