“Ok, I’ll confess.” His voice was deep and husky.
“Confess what?”
“I am different with you. There’s something about you Abby that makes me want to stop being a dick. I want to make you happy beyond sex. Beyond what I can give your body.”
He rounded his palm over her bottom, drawing her to his wet body. It was like he was carved from stone. Every line of him, chiseled and sharp. He was a work of art.
She sighed. “What else can you give me, Deac?”
“Me,” he growled, crushing his lips against hers. He picked her up, pressing her against the shower wall. The lights glowed behind her.
His tongue twirled in her mouth.
“I want to drown in you,” he moaned.
She held on to him with all her strength wrapping a leg around him. He hiked her other leg to his hip. She moaned when his cock paused at her entrance. She wanted it. She wanted to feel him inside her again. She wanted this moment with him.
“Drown in me,” she begged. “We can drown together.”
“I’ve never done this, Abby. Fallen for a woman like this.”
Her eyes locked on his. “It’s ok.” If he didn’t take her she was afraid her heart would beat out of her chest. “I’ve never done this either. But I want you. I want Cole. I want this thing we have together.”
His cock nudged enough to nestle inside her pussy.
She hissed. “Please, Deac. Please. Drown. Go under with me.”
With one thrust he buried himself inside her. He hoisted her hips closer as he moved in and out of her.
The world fell away. She clung to him in the shower, kissing and moaning. She called his name in whispers when she felt her release come to the surface.
“Fuck me, Abby. Fuck me,” his voice was hoarse.
She gripped his cock with all her strength. She loved it. How he felt. How strong and masculine he was, yet in this moment he was hers. He was vulnerable. He was giving her something he’d never given before.
As they came down from their orgasms, Deacon rested his forehead against hers.
“I’m already addicted to you.”
“Mmm. Me too.” She turned around, leaning into his chest.
He returned to the body wash and lathered her breasts again, soaping every square inch of her until she was clean.
The water ran between them. Abby knew she had found something so perfect it couldn’t be defined any other way.
26
Abby
Cole wore a pair of pajama pants. She blinked at his bare chest. She wandered out of Deacon’s room completely satisfied.
“Sounded like you had a good shower.” Cole smiled.
She blushed. She didn’t know if she should feel guilty or not. It was hard to get used to this arrangement. Obviously, Cole had heard the sounds she made when she and Deacon were in the shower. That moment had been special. He had made love to her like a man in love.
“Don’t do that, Abby. We’ll have our time too without Deacon. It’s all good. I’m happy when you’re happy. We’ve shared a lot tonight.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Dinner should be here in a minute.”
She ran a towel through her hair. The perfect outfit she had spent the afternoon putting together was tattered. The makeup washed away. She was a new woman now. A woman she had decided to become.