54. Lyla
Chapter fifty-four
Lyla
I never thought a hotel room could feel like home until I was forced out of it for three hours. It was the only place that secluded us from the rest of Miami and the one place I knew my dad would never show up to.
After two minutes of my emotional breaking point, Deacon and I filled the silence with effortless conversation like usual. He took every chance he could to have his hands on me, and I pretended like my skin wasn’t on fire. He’d sometimes take too long to answer one of my questions, and his tongue would graze the center of his top lip. I’d pretend like I didn’t notice and continue going down the list of things in my head that I wanted to do to him in the backseat.
It was a torturous game I invented called, We Said We’d Only Fuck Deacon Scott One Time. It was a lonely one-player mission, and I always failed the first level.
I wanted Deacon to touch me again. I needed more than the little touches he gave me throughout the day. I craved them as soon as I woke up and right before I fell asleep. I wanted him to touch me in a way that made me his, and I wanted him without limitations. Deacon seemed like a stamina kind of man, and I desperately wanted to know how long that engine ran for.
Deacon closed the door behind us and tossed his jacket on the couch. I went straight for the minibar and cracked open the fridge. My new Mother Dearest would find a new appreciation for a bar bill instead of a security deposit. I was half-tempted to toss one of the lounge chairs at the window just to kiss that chapter of my life goodbye. I could leave her with one final send-off before I left for Chicago.
I scanned the drink selection, pulling out all eight bottles of wine. I held one over my shoulder and waved it at Deacon. “Nightcap?”
He rolled up his shirt sleeves and let out a tired breath. “Yeah.”
Fuck me, and fuck that shirt.
I took off my shoes and padded across the room. We both unscrewed the tiny caps, and I held up my drink. “Cheers?”
We tapped them together, taking a long sip. I was mildly impressed when Deacon downed his in one gulp. I decided to take the rest of the bottle to the bathroom, eager to wash my face and clean my headspace of this evening.
Deacon appeared in the doorway, watching me take out my earrings as I placed them on the counter. My earlobes throbbed after holding my studs for a few hours. I never wore earrings, and they loved to remind me how much we hated them.
“Can I kiss you?” Deacon asked in a low and husky voice, sending a ripple effect of sparks throughout my chest.
I wanted to make sure I heard him correctly. “What?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Deacon walked toward me, looking completely edible—cleaned up in a dress shirt that hugged his chest and accentuated his broad shoulders. The scent of his cologne made my mouth go dry.
I eyed him playfully as he closed the space between us. “There isn’t anyone around. ”
“I know that,” he said in a cute yet cocky way, his lip curving into the sexy smirk I loved.
Heat pooled between my legs, and the need grew incredibly hard to ignore. My response was barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”
Deacon cupped the back of my head and met me with a soft kiss. His tongue grazed my bottom lip, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I drew his tongue into my mouth, and a soft moan resonated in the back of his throat. He tried to keep our pace slow, but I fought against it. I tugged his bottom lip with my teeth and trailed kisses down his jaw.
“Fuck it,” he murmured.
His hands slid under my dress, hoisting me onto the counter. I pressed my hips into his erection and began to move. He spread my thighs, trailing his hand until he was teasing my panty line and rubbing his thumb over my clit. My breath hitched as the hands I had wanted on me since Christmas reignited the fire under my skin.
I threw my head back as Deacon slid a finger inside me. Soft circles continued with his thumb while his mouth traveled up my neck, rounding the corner of my jaw and nipping my earlobe.
I let out a shaky breath and stared into his brown eyes. They were eager, yet they still carried the familiar warmth that made me feel completely at ease.
His lips barely brushed mine as he slid another finger past my panties. “Do you want me to stop?”
My body ached for more of him. He sucked softly on my bottom lip before leaning away. When a frustrated whine fumbled out of me, he chuckled, keeping himself within reach but not budging when I pulled at his shoulders .
“No,” I pleaded.
As soon as the word left my mouth, he kissed me again. He cupped my face with his free hand as his fingers curled inside me. I inhaled sharply, staring at him as the pressure began to build. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was driving me insane.
“I know this isn’t real,” he murmured. “But I’ve been trying all night to ignore how incredible your ass looks in this dress, and your smile . . . your smile gets me every time.”
“We’d just be using each other, Deacon,” I said through a staggered breath. I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince—Deacon or myself.
He removed his hand, leaving my body begging for a release. “Then use me, Lyla. Use me for as long as you want to. Let me show you how beautiful you are. Let me make you feel good. Let me show you how all of those guys on your calendar should’ve been fucking you.”
I completely plummeted into new territory. As soon as the words fucking you left his sexy smile, I was a goner.
I ran my hands through his hair, bringing his forehead to mine. “Do you have to plan to talk this way, or is this a hidden side of you?”
“I’ve never had to worry about planning when it comes to sex.” He blew out an aggravated sigh and closed his eyes. “I’ll be right back.”
He kissed my temple and ran out into the living room.
I slid off the counter and followed him. “Wait, where are you going?”
“I have to run down to the lobby.”
I watched him step into his dress shoes. “What for?”
“Condoms.”
“You didn’t bring any condoms?” I exclaimed .
“Did you bring any condoms?” he teased. “You told me this wouldn’t happen again.”
It sounded like a challenge, and I was willing to bet I could make him cave first. The longer we stared at each other, the more the tension built between us.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he warned, averting his gaze to the floor.
I took a few steps forward, giving an innocent shrug. “Like what?”
His tongue grazed the center of his top lip as he watched me move closer to him. “Like I don’t need to go and get something.”
“I’ve never had sex without one.”
Deacon’s eyebrows drew to the middle of his forehead.
“Okay, you can wipe that confused look off your face,” I demanded playfully.
“I didn’t mean to look that way!” He laughed. “I was trying to remember if I’ve ever seen you take the pill.”
“I get the shot. A lot less to remember.”
“I’m hanging by a thread here, Lyla,” he said with a pained expression. He ran his hands through his hair before they fell back to his sides.
I backed away from him until my legs hit the mattress. “Then just come here.”
Deacon stepped out of his shoes and began unbuttoning his shirt. I pressed my lips together to make sure I wasn’t drooling by the time he was in front of me. My heart was racing, and my pulse was going wild behind my ears. I ran my hands down his chiseled chest as he leaned me back on the bed. He hovered over me as I traced the V-line of his hips, gently teasing the waistband of his boxers .
“The only person I didn’t use one with was Cassie,” he said. “I had a physical two weeks before I came back to school.”
I swallowed. “We don’t lie, remember?”
“We don’t lie.”
His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue pushing past my lips as he shifted us back on the bed. His hands couldn’t decide where to rest, and neither could mine. He slid them up and down my thighs and over my stomach, igniting bursts of heat where his fingers met my skin. I cupped his ass through his dress pants to pull him against me, grinding my hips into the erection I so desperately wanted more of.
He kissed across my chest and slid the straps of my dress over my shoulders. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I panted. “I want you.”
He lifted slightly to look down at me. “You have me. I’m right here. Now tell me what you want me to do . I know you have ideas.”
The wicked grin on his face made it hard to concentrate, and it grew when he lifted my hips to pull up my dress.
“I know you like to be teased at first,” he prompted, slowly sliding my panties down my thighs. He pushed two fingers inside me and massaged the muscle that was on the brink of exploding. “You like some chase.”
My mouth dropped as the pressure picked up right where he had left off in the bathroom. A small moan slipped from my lips, and he slowed his pace.
“What do you want, baby girl?”
“Use your mouth,” I panted.
“Where?” He kissed my inner thighs, his warm breath sending goosebumps up and down my legs. “Here? ”
Even with my eyes closed, I knew he was smiling. I sat up on my elbows and stared down at him. I was tired of waiting. “Get on your knees, Deacon.”
His cocky smirk resurfaced as he stripped off his shirt. “Atta girl.”