CHAPTER FIVE
kelsey
“Okay, I’ve been told I was a cuddler in my sleep, but I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something quite like that.” Deke’s arms are wrapped around me, cradling me in his lap as I attempt to break the ice with the corniest joke around.
“Woman, cuddler doesn’t put enough emphasis on it. You’re like an octopus. Not that I’m complaining, not now at least. In the middle of the night, fuck yeah. My cock has been aching for the last eight hours.” The rasp of his beard along the base of my throat along with his husky tone gives me a full-body shiver, “Again?” Deke lifts his head up from where he was relaxing. If he’s anything like me, he’s probably trying to catch his breath.
“Well, duh, but not right now. I think we have about an hour until your parents will be expecting us, and I’d like to stop by the store, if at all possible.” Any time you’re invited to a function, especially when it’s in the South, you never come empty handed, even if you bring something store bought.
“Christ, you’re going to give me a run for my money.” Deke holds on to my hip, scooching backwards until he’s propped up against the fabric-covered headboard.
“I’m not so sure about that, but okay.” I go to lift off him, thankful we’re heading back to Alabama tonight after his parents’ lunch. It’s not that I mind spending time with Deke, I mean, that’s the favor he called. It’s the clothes situation. At this point, it’s do laundry or wear nothing to bed, and something tells me that’s fighting fire with fire.
“You can have the shower first.” I nod my head, thankful for that, not because I’m shy after what we just did, even though I was a full-blown harlot attacking Deke, because I’m not. The mess we’ve left behind, that definitely needs to be taken care of. Thankfully, my hair is good, and the only thing I’ll have to do is run a brush through it. The low bun will give it a loose wave-like texture. Add some makeup and clothes, and I’m done.
“Thanks,” I respond, fixing my top as I stand up, contemplating that maybe, just maybe, I won’t be the one begging yet again to ask Deke for another orgasm or ten.
“No problem. I think it goes without saying that this doesn’t change anything. I’m not looking for a relationship, ever. A few orgasms, some fun between friends, I’m game, but anything else, it’s not going to happen.” Whoever fucked up Deacon Hart really did a number on him. It’s a shame because he’s hot, has a job, and isn’t afraid to stand up to my dick of an ex-boyfriend. I mean, his personality could change a time or two, almost making me wonder if he has some other things going on in that smart-as-hell brain.
“Message received. I’m not looking for a boyfriend or another guy who has issues when it comes to commitment.” I never told Deke the extents of my relationship and the dickwad named Richard. Even my sister nicknamed him Richard the Dickard, I’m not lying. He didn’t have commitment issues; it was more of an over-commitment issue and trying to control my every move. At one point, I was sure I would have to file a restraining order against him, and for me to carry around more than the Mace I have on my key chain.
“Glad to hear it.” I want to roll my eyes at his idiocy, really glad I didn’t give him the p, or his dickishness might really shine.
“I’ll be quick.” I’m not upset or angry like some women would be. Does it make me want to delve deep into his psyche and figure out what happened to make him this way? Yes. Will I do that? No. Because at the end of this weekend, my favor will be paid in full. We’ll either go on being friends with a side dish of orgasms thrown into the mix, or I’ll go my merry way.
“No rush.” I look over my shoulder. Deke really is handsome, crazy but handsome, as he’s lounging without a care in the world, knee propped up, forearm dangling over it, tan skin on display. I may not have seen what he is packing beneath those molded-to-his-skin shorts, but I sure enough felt it. And the man doesn’t stop there. He’s got hair that is short on the side, longer on top, dark in color, greenish brown eyes, and angular jaw. If there ever is a next time, I’m going to pepper kisses all along his body.
“Just the same, we have places to be, people to see.” I shrug my shoulders. Sure, maybe giving him a sign that he upset me with his words might get Deke off his ass. I doubt it, though. So, I’ll just pretend that those words he threw out were just that—words. Besides, I have a feeling Deke was looking for a reaction, probably hoping for it. That way, when he drops me off tonight and wishes me farewell, he can’t say I wasn’t warned, allowing him to sleep better at night. One day, it’ll catch up with him. Probably not with me but some other girl. It most definitely will. I’m not letting the asshole know that the post-orgasmic haze I was in is in shambles thanks to him. Maybe I’ll take a long shower. With any luck, he has his own hot water heater and I’ll drain it dry. Then we can call it even.