She shook her head. “No, it’s because you care for me.”
My amusement faded slightly at her words. “You think just because you bring bullshit feelings that I’ll go easy on you, huh?”
“I hope you don’t,” she challenged.
Sliding the condom off my dick, I tossed it in the trashcan beside the bed. “You don’t, huh?”
“I really don’t.”
“If you say so.” I jerked my chin at her. “Get on your knees for me.”
Slowly, she twisted over onto her stomach. Placing her hands on the mattress, she then shifted up onto her knees, swaying her ass provocatively at me. “Like this?”
“Fuck yeah. Just like that.”
After sliding another condom on, I gripped her cheeks in my hands, spreading her apart. Just when she thought I was going to move forward and thrust into her, I bent over and flicked my tongue against her clit. “Deacon!” she cried, pushing herself back against me. With long swipes of my tongue, I began to eat her pussy. When my tongue wasn’t enough, I brought my entire mouth against her, sucking her clit. She came, crying out my name, her fingers twisting into the sheets.
I didn’t wait a second to pull away and then thrust into her. Gripping her hips, I kept up a relentless pace. Our skin slapping together echoed through the room along with my grunts and her pants. Leaning over her back, I whispered into her ear, “Next time I take you like this, I’m going to put my cock into your ass.”
When she stiffened, I knew I had hit unchartered territory with her. “Would you let me do that, Alex? Would you let me take your tight ass?” I sent a stinging slap across one of her cheeks.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she cried, “Yes, Deacon! Yes, I would.”
“Damn, baby,” I muttered, as I slammed harder and harder into her. Alex’s head bowed down to where her face rested on the mattress. Her cries and whimpers of pleasure became my undoing. Knowing I was close, I slid my hand between us to rub her clit. She buried her face in the mattress and screamed as she came. I slammed into her two or three more times before I groaned and spilled myself inside her.
I slowly withdrew from her before sliding the condom off. Alex remained on her stomach, unmoving. “Did I wear you out?” I asked, as I placed delicate kisses across her back.
“I really do want to sleep now,” she said, drowsily.
I chuckled. “I know, baby. I’m wiped out too.”
Pulling the sheet from under her body, I then climbed in beside her. At the feel of me, she rolled over to snuggle against my chest. Peering up at me, she said, “I love you.”
There were a million reasons why I shouldn’t say those three little words.
But I ignored them.
“I love you, too, babe.”
It might’ve only been ten o’clock, but I happily fell asleep beside the woman I’d thoroughly fucked and who I thoroughly loved.
CHAPTER TWENTY: TWO ALEXANDRA
As we started out of the roadhouse for his bike, Deacon asked, “Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going tonight?”
I giggled both from nerves and excitement. “Why is it a big, bad man like you can’t handle a little surprise?”
“In my line of work, surprises mean bad shit.”
“I promise you’ll like this surprise.”
For the last week, I’d been planning a surprise date night for the two of us. The idea had come to me after I’d had my best friend, Blair, come to an MC party. I knew if I was going to bringmy best friends around to the idea that me of all people was dating a biker, I’d need Blair’s help.
To my surprise, Blair had a blast at the party. Even though she was an investment banker, she’d seemingly fit right in. Almost a little too much since she’d done body shots off of the shy and somewhat reserved prospect, Archer.
When I’d finally pried her away to ask her advice about Deacon, she’d proclaimed, “You need to drop the Madonna and embrace the whore.”
Furrowing my brows at her, I countered, “But Madonna always rocked her sexuality.”
