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“Come on, I know you can ask nicely,” he taunted, moving my hand with his and causing my hips to shamelessly grind up against it. “Look at you. I know you want it bad, baby, I just need you to say it.”

His use of “baby” caught me off guard, but I was too turned on to give it more than a passing thought. I just needed to come.

“You’re very arrogant for a man who has yet to back it up,” I challenged him, pulling my mouth up in a smirk.

He raised an eyebrow at me, then clicked his tongue and took his hands from between my thighs to the hard-on he was sporting in his pants. I almost gasped. Deacon was achingly, painfully hard. And it might’ve been the layers, but the size of him…

“This what you want?” he murmured, pressing the back of my palm against his covered dick. His eyes were wild now, dark and unrestrained except for the tiny tether of control he seemed determined to hold on to. But when I squeezed him out of my own volition, the groan he let out seemed to pass right through me. He ground his hips a little, just enough to take the edge off. “Still think I’m arrogant?”

“I think you talk way too much,” I said, leaning up to kiss him again. Deacon let go of my hand and let me palm him through his clothes, then returned to teasing me through mine. The truck’s windows were now starting to fog up, and the sound of our panting and occasional sighs seemed so much louder than the demo noise coming from the lake house.

When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he readjusted the way we were positioned. I didn’t understand at first until he started shoving down my pants and panties with a look in his eyes that told me exactly what he was craving right now. He was so big that he had to hunch his body over just to have access to his destination between my legs, and I was sure his back was going to kill him in the morning. But he didn’t seem to care.

Things were moving so fast, and I’d asked for it, almost let myself beg him for it. But the instant Deacon knelt down in the confined space of his truck and put his mouth on my pussy, time slowed to a stop. My back arched off the seat, a hiss escaping between my teeth as his began to devour me.

I curled my hand in his hair, used the back of the other to cover my mouth as my eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure. His tongue parted my folds with precision, teasing around my clit until I was seeing stars against the headliner. His hands were gripping my thighs and lifting my ass off the seat as he stuck his tongue right inside me. Then he finally directed his attention to my clit.

I cried out against the back of my hand, a shocking orgasm slamming into me like a wrecking ball as his tongue moved in circles around the nub. When he started sucking me into his mouth, my legs stiffened and I used the hand I had in his hair to push him away.

I’d never come that quickly. I reasoned that it was just the insanely fast buildup of everything, the tension that snapped, the onslaught of pleasure Deacon unleashed on me without warning. I looked at him through half-lidded eyes, still panting hard. I expected maybe a smug smile or another one-liner, but there was none. Just ugly desperation as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine, sharing my taste in a kiss.

“Ride me,” he said harshly, grinding against my thigh. The thought of him doing that was so hot that I groaned into his mouth. “Please, Ava.”

“One taste of me and now you’re the one begging,” I said triumphantly, my own voice hoarse as I grinned at him. I shoved him back and kicked off my pants and underwear until my bottom half was fully bare. Deacon shoved down his own pants, his erection free from the confines of the material.

My body was still singing with my first climax when I straddled his lap and sank myself down on his cock. I threw my head back with a moan at the feeling of being stretched around him.

Deacon’s body was practically trembling, his thighs jerking up beneath mine with every new wave of aftershocks that squeezed him inside me.

He buried his face against my shoulder, muffling his labored breaths into my shirt. I gripped his hair and started to move, suddenly desperate myself for that second high.

He felt amazing inside me. Every movement of my hips brought both of us closer to the edge, the truck rocking back with the intensity of our movement.

“You feel so good,” I moaned out helplessly, and those were the words that were his undoing. Deacon groaned loudly into my shoulder, his body spasming against mine as he came.

We sat like that for a little while, clinging to each other as we caught our breath. I laughed a little in disbelief, pulling back and giving Deacon’s face an affectionate soft slap.

He sighed in contentment and leaned his head against the backrest when a sudden sound at the window made both of us jump. Knuckles rapping on the glass. From the look we shared, I could tell we both knew exactly who that was.

I reached out and rubbed a clean circle into the wall of condensation on the window and revealed Nate’s glaring face. I had no idea how long he’d been standing there, but he looked pissed. And Deacon looked startled.

But Nate didn’t yell. He just looked from me to Deacon. “When you’re done, you’re needed back on the demo site.”

Then he just turned around and went back to the cabin.

21

Ava

Every moment since Nate caught Deacon and I in the truck yesterday, felt wrong. Which was an insane turn because at the time, nothing else had ever felt so right.

But seeing Nate’s face sapped the warmth from the back of the truck, and that coldness had clung to my bones for the rest of the night and followed me into the morning. He hadn’t said anything or even looked at us after we’d cleaned up, fixed our clothes, and slunk back into the lake house. Ethan looked confused. Nate had apparently kept him in the dark about what had happened.

I could’ve left it at that if Nate was determined to pretend like nothing really happened at all, but I couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in my gut or the clench of my heart every time my eyes cast over to Nate while we worked on the demo job. It felt like a knife wedged in my ribs. By the time I tossed restlessly in bed that night, I was determined to just confront Nate myself and get it over with. Even with the risk of bleeding out.

The next day brought with it another lovely break in the weather, and Nate had given us a break after the progress we made in the living room. When I walked outside, I glimpsed him on the pier, standing tall against the light morning mist with a fishing rod in hand. From here, he looked like old Nate.

I took a breath, girded my loins, and wrapped my jacket tighter around myself, then forced a forward march toward the pier. Deacon, who’d been sitting on the rusted metal steps of their construction trailer, was nursing a steaming mug of black coffee. Probably bitter as hell, too. When he saw where I was headed, he instantly stood up.