Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Deacon abruptly slowed down, his chest heaving over me as his kisses slowed. I continued to throb, craving more as he tried to prolong the inevitable. His hair was a tousled mess. I loved him so out of control, knowing I was the cause of it.
Slowly but surely, his movements quickened again, and his balls slapped hard against my ass. I moved my hips to match the intensity, and my muscles contracted as I suddenly orgasmed.
“I’m coming,” I breathed, surrendering to the loss of control. “Oh my God, Deacon.”
“Thank fuck.” Deacon trembled as he finally allowed himself to let go, rocking into me deeply as he climaxed. I could feel the warmth of his cum through the condom as he let out a loud groan that echoed through the bedroom.
Our movements finally slowed, and I wished he could have stayed inside of me forever. After we came down from the high, he slowly pulled out, leaving a chill in his wake.
He kissed me on the nose. “Be right back.”
Still in a hazy delirium, I admired his sculpted, naked body as he got up to discard the condom.
What is this life?
Deacon just fucked me—hard.
And he wasn’t leaving?
It felt like the best dream ever. I never wanted to wake up.
He returned to the bed and nuzzled his nose in my neck. “I don’t want to spend the night away from you. Can I come over?”
“I have a better idea.” Grabbing my phone, I searched for Sharon’s name and texted her.
Carys: Is the offer to have you stay the night still open?
A few seconds later, she responded.
Sharon: Yes. No need to explain. Your walls are thin. ;-)
Oops. I couldn’t even be mortified right now because the euphoria made it impossible to feel anything but over the moon.
* * *
The following morning, the sun streamed into Deacon’s bedroom window. I woke to the sight of him staring at me from a few inches away. How long had he been watching me sleep?
“Did last night really happen?” I asked.
He leaned in to kiss my nose. “It did.”
“And you’re not leaving?”
“How could I leave you after what we did last night?” He pulled me closer, his rigid dick against my leg. “I’m gonna need more of it, Carys, so much more of you. Every damn day.”
Now that I’d come out of my sex-induced fog a little, I managed to pose a legitimate question. “As amazing as last night was, I guess I’m a little wary of how fast you changed your mind about leaving. Like, could it change again when sanity hits?”
He closed his eyes and nodded, seeming to understand my concern. “The thing is, it wasn’t as sudden a decision as you think. Like I told you last night, from the moment I accepted the offer, I wondered if I was making a mistake. I’ve told you before that I wrestle with my feelings for you. I’ve wanted to be with you, but worried I wasn’t right for you and Sunny. I’ve made mistakes I don’t want to repeat…”
He paused and rubbed his hand over his face. “This isn’t coming out the right way. Seeing you cry outside the party—that was my tipping point. That’s what I needed to take a chance on what my heart has been telling me all along. I don’t want to hurt you. I want us to be happy. That’s what I’ve always wanted.”
That sounded great, but my disbelief remained. “What are you gonna say to your job?”
He sighed. “I’m gonna tell them the truth—that I made a mistake, that I mistakenly thought I could leave the people I care about behind. They deserve someone who can give them his all, not someone who’s pining over a woman and regretting every second he’s away from her. There are plenty of people lining up for that position, don’t worry. The company will be okay.” A slight look of doubt crossed his face. “And if they give me shit, I’ll find another job. I’m banking on not having to do that, though.”
“What about this apartment? Did the landlord already give it to someone else?”
“I have no idea. Should that matter?”
“Hell no. I was just wondering.”
“Hopefully, I can get it back. If not, I think I might know someone who’ll let me crash until I can find a place?”
The idea of Deacon moving in gave me a momentary thrill, though it was way too soon for that. I didn’t want to get my hopes up about any of this.
I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I’m still wrapping my head around this. I can’t believe you’re staying.”
He placed his hand on my chin. “Promise me something.”
“What?”
“We’re gonna spend time getting to know each other even better. Once a week, I want us to get a sitter—I’ll pay for it. I want us to go out and spend time alone, just the two of us, even if it’s only an hour or two.”