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I extend my hand toward him, but I can’t reach him at the edge of the bed. I whimper, and Deklan pulls out suddenly, leans over, and slides me back up the bed. He positions himself again, pressing his lips hard against mine as his cock throbs inside of me.
I press my heels to the bed, lifting upward as he thrusts downward. I can barely keep up with his pace. With my arms around his neck, I hold his mouth to mine, stroking his tongue as his cock strokes inside of me.
He breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against my shoulder. He slows down, making every thrust long and deep. His quick, audible breaths tell me he’s close.
“Sweet Jesus, Kera…” Deklan’s words are hot against my skin. He pulls back and slams forward two more times before he lets out a final, growling grunt, and I feel him empty inside of me.
Deklan collapses on top of me, nearly knocking my breath away. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold him tightly, welcoming the sensation of his weight on me even though it’s difficult to breathe. I can feel his heart beating, and I close my eyes as I concentrate on the rhythm. As it slows, Deklan nuzzles his nose against my neck and lets out a long, deep breath.
I feel his weight shift, and instinctively inhale deeply now that I can again. My husband leans slightly to one side, holding his weight up on his elbow as he uses his other hand to stroke the side of my face.
“I have no idea what I ever did to deserve you,” he says. “I wish I knew. At some point in my life, I must have done something pretty awesome.”
“Maybe it was just the act of saving me from marrying Sean,” I say, and Deklan nods once.
“M
aybe.” He strokes my face again. “I love you, Kera.”
“I love you too, Deklan.”
“I will take care of all of this,” he says. “I will keep you safe. Whoever the creepy stalker guy is, I will find him, and he will never bother you again.”
For a moment, I consider asking him what he would do if Sean were the threat, but I think better of it. I’m afraid I might not like the answer.
Chapter 28
“When he gets there, do not talk to him. Take the burner phone. Text me as soon as he comes in.”
“We’ve been over this ten times, Dek,” I say with a sigh. “I’ve got it, okay?”
“I just want you safe, babe.”
For once, my walk to the coffee shop does not bring me joy. My legs are shaking, and with every step, I check all around to see if I catch sight of the creeper. Once I get to the shop, I smile at Terry when he waves and head to the employees’ lockers.
It’s early, but people want their coffee early, so there is already a line when I get back out. Terry asks me how I’m doing, but there is—thankfully—no time to talk about it. I get lost in making lattes and mochas for a while before we get a bit of a break.
“That was quite a morning rush!” Terry blows out a breath and rinses one of the blenders. “Glad that didn’t happen yesterday. What happened to you anyway?”
“I don’t even know where to start.” I shake my head. “A friend of mine…well, she was killed over the weekend.”
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry!” Terry sets the blender down and comes over to hug me.
“Thanks.” I give him a quick hug back. “As if that wasn’t enough, my husband got arrested, and I was in court when I should have been here.”
“Damn! What did he do?”
“Nothing.” The lie comes quite easily to me. “It was just a mistake. They released him, but it still took all morning. I swear—I didn’t even realize what day it was until right before I called you. I’m glad you didn’t fire me!”
“Nah.” Terry makes an exaggerated wave with his hand. “Not for a first time thing. You’ve always been reliable, and you have a pretty good excuse. Just remember to call if there’s ever another emergency.”
“Sorry to leave you in the lurch.”
“It’s only coffee.” Terry shrugs and gives me a reassuring smile. “I’m just glad you’re okay, and I’m really sorry about your friend. If you ever want to talk, I’m here for ya.”
We both go back to cleaning up until a couple more people come in. I take the order and start making the coffee while Terry deals with the next couple.
“That’s the guy you were talking about, right?” Terry says quietly as he slips past me for the milk. “The one in the dark coat?”
