“You feel so fucking good.” Deke pushed her skirt to the side and gazed down, watching his cock slide inside.
She went as slow as she could, but she couldn’t hold out for long. Deke was right about it feeling really fucking good. She moved up and down on his cock, shifting her hips while he pressed up inside her.
He slammed up and stroked deep and a burst of pure pleasure bloomed over her, then Deke had her on her back on the couch, taking the lead. He fucked inside over and over, spreading her legs wide and making her come before he pumped out his own orgasm. He stiffened and fell on her, pressing her against the couch and ensuring that this would be all she would ever be able to think about when she was here.
“Don’t scare me again,” he whispered as he kissed her neck.
“I’ll try.”
Warmth and peace spread through her. It felt right to be here with him. As though something she’d been missing had finally settled back into place.
“Did you turn Drew Lawless down because I know him?”
That peace fled, and she felt awkward again. “I took the best offer on the table”
He settled his head against her. “Good. I can’t stand the thought you would turn something down because you didn’t want to be anywhere near me. I would hate to have been the one to put you here.”
But he had in so many ways.
She took a deep breath and tried so fucking hard to let go of the past.
Chapter Eleven
Four days later, Deke walked around the room as Kayla Summers-Hunt stared down at the file in front of her. Her office at The Reef was a bit like the rest of the club—old-school industrial with stained concrete floors and utilitarian fixtures. She’d likely inherited the office from the last president of the club, who’d probably been some serious top. There were a couple of touches that would remind a person the new head of the club was a bit different. On the bookshelves, nestled in with all the serious tomes about the lifestyle, were the brightly colored spines of romance novels. The little Bluetooth speaker sent the latest Korean boy band’s hit through the room, and there were photos of Kay and her family scattered around. Kay and her handsome husband holding a tiny baby boy. Kay and her dads. An old shot of Kayla and a group of familiar men caught his eye. He stared down at the picture that had been taken at the London office also known as The Garden. Six men, only four of whom were still alive today, smiled gamely at the camera. Well, most of them did. The Lost Boys, as they’d called them, had mostly gone on to find happy homes, but Sasha and Dante were gone.
“I miss them, you know,” Kay said quietly. “Well, not Dante. He was a dickweasel, but I miss the rest of them. Even Sasha. I think I miss a version of Sasha who didn’t exist when I knew him. I look at that picture and I sometimes miss the me I was then.”
“You want to go back.”
She closed the folder. “Absolutely not, but it’s okay to get wistful from time to time. I was death in high heels. There was something magnificent about it. I don’t think most people ever get to let that side of themselves out the way I did.”
“I don’t think most people have that particular side.”
“I don’t know about that. I think we’ve all got a bit of a predator inside us.” She stood, pushing her chair back. Kay was dressed in a chic jumpsuit that likely had a crazy designer label, and she was still in killer heels, her sleek black hair cascading in waves down her back. “My point being that sometimes we romanticize things in our past. Like I know Sasha was a prick who caused almost as much trouble as Dante, but knowing how he sacrificed to save Owen, I see him differently. I see the person he was before all the experiments.”
Owen and the rest of the Lost Boys had been tortured by a doctor, their memories erased in an effort to turn them into super-soldiers. “His daughter is doing well. Tasha is a great kid.”
Kayla shook her head. “I can’t believe she’s fifteen. Big Tag has a bunch of teens and preteens. Ten’s son is almost a teen. My old mentor John Bishop has two girls. It’s weird getting old.”
“I think it’s weirder getting old when nothing else about your life changes.”
“Oh, Charlotte was right.” A slow smile spread across Kay’s face as she leaned against her desk. “You are in crisis.”
He should have known Charlotte would alert Kay. The woman liked to be in the know. He was giving Charlotte regular updates about Kyle and MaeBe. He suspected MaeBe was giving updates on him and Maddie, and the boss lady would want Kayla’s opinion of the situation. “I’m not in crisis. I’m good. Maddie and I are good.”