Blood & Bones: Deacon (Blood Fury MC 4)

Maybe she needed to stop what was happening right now. Stop having sex with him and keep focused on why he was in her house in the first place.

Not for this.

But she didn’t stop him when he dropped his head, whispered her name in a way that scared the hell out of her, and then pressed the crown between her slick folds.

With their lips just a hairsbreadth apart, they both sighed when he finally slid inside her, filling her slowly, completely. This was not fast and furious like out on the deck the last few nights. She had set the pace and got off as fast as she could, then got off him and went inside.

She hadn’t lingered. She had no reason to.

This felt different. Not because the pace was slower, but because he was trying to connect with her. And not just physically.

A ball of anxiety ping-ponged through her.

What was he doing? And why was he doing it? Couldn’t he see that they couldn’t be more different? That it would go nowhere?

“Deke... what are you doing?” she whispered.

“Fuckin’ you.”

Maybe she was just imagining it. Maybe it was just his pace that was making it seem like something more. Because there was no way he wanted anything more than sex. They’ve only known each other for a few days and most of that time, they’d hardly spoken.

Yes, that was it. She was imagining it and tended to overanalyze everything. Now, she simply needed to lie back and enjoy what he was doing.

She pushed the worry out of her mind and cupped his face, her thumb lightly touching his nose ring, then brushing over his lips. He captured it between his teeth and bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to send a shock of lightning through her all the way down to where they were connected. Physically. The only type of connection she could deal with right now.

His hips flexed loosely as he took his merry ol’ time sliding in and out of her. Not quickly driving her to the brink, which was what she expected, but stoking the fire slowly. The embers were smoldering, the flames beginning to lick deep inside her.

This man was not only good with his mouth, he was an expert with his hip action. If she would’ve known this days ago, she would have flipped things around sooner.

Much, much sooner.

She tilted her own hips when he powered deep and stayed there, circling his hips and grinding into her until she was no longer whole and there was nothing left of her but scattered particles...

He took her mouth, sliding his tongue across hers. Nothing forceful but in more of a coaxing manner. Not that she needed any persuading. With their mouths sealed together, she accepted his breath, and he accepted hers and a shiver shot down her spine.

She turned her head just enough to break that intimate connection. “Deke...”

“Yeah, babe.”

“Fuck me.” She couldn’t be clearer on what she wanted with that demand.

“Fuckin’ you.”

“Without the extra stuff.”

“What extra stuff? Like this?” He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and flicked the tight tip with his tongue.

“No,” she groaned. “That’s... fine. Fuck me harder. Not so... sweet.”

He released her nipple. “How ‘bout this?” he whispered in her ear. “You think I’m fuckin’ you sweet? This ain’t sweet. This is me makin’ it last because your pussy not only tastes like heaven, it feels like it.”

Ugh, if he sucked at sex, at least she could keep this all business in her brain. But he didn’t. He was so damn good at it. And the truth was, she wanted it to last longer this time than the previous nights, too.

Damn it.

“Deke...”

“Quiet, babe, just enjoy it. Lemme do the work this time.”

Babe.

How many other women had he called that? Why should she even care?

She kept quiet. Which was not natural for a lawyer like her.

He was right. She needed to shut off her mind and just enjoy it. It didn’t matter he wasn’t her type. It didn’t matter that he didn’t fit neatly into her life. It didn’t matter that it felt as though he was turning this into something more. None of that mattered.

What mattered was what she thought. What she believed it to be. How she saw it.

Which was only casual sex between the two of them.

Why was she working so hard to convince herself of that? “Deacon.”

“Reese, shut up. You’re thinkin’ so fuckin’ hard I can hear it.”

Again, he was right.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, picking up the now familiar scent of his sandalwood-scented body wash combined with a little bit of weed.

Finally, she let herself enjoy the moment. The way Deacon moved, the soft grunts he released with each thrust, the way the muscles in his back flexed under her fingers. The way he filled her so fully, so perfectly.