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Deacon continued to thrust in to her more roughly now, then tensed behind her, the groan of his own release muffled in her neck.
They both lay there, breathing heavily. Not so much from the exertion, but from the intensity until Sara said, “You’ve got a filthy mouth too,” with a breathless laugh.
Rolling away, Deacon laughed, then got up to discard the condom and said, “You don’t seem to mind.”
Sara lay back on the bed, stretching her arms above her head, and said, “I don’t mind at all. Honestly, it makes me really hot.”
She got up out of bed to look for her clothes, and said, “Oh shit. It’s six thirty-five.”
Wincing, Deacon looked for his pants, and threw them on, sans boxers, and said, “Shit. I’m sorry. Should have set the alarm for five thirty.”
Laughing, Sara said, “No worries. I’ll be able to make up time but I really have to leave now.”
Grabbing a clean T-shirt, and putting on his shoes, he said, “Your chariot awaits.”
Chapter 12
Once they finished dressing, they walked down to the car. The drive to Sara’s place was mostly silent. She seemed to be doing some heavy thinking. Deacon stole another quick glance at her and saw her staring blankly out the window.
Putting his hand on her thigh, he asked, “Is everything okay?”
Sara smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes, and said, “I’m a little tired. Someone kept me up.”
/> “If we drive through, do you think we’d have time to stop for coffee?” Deacon asked, his own eyes feeling scratchy from lack of sleep.
Glancing at the clock on the dash, she said, “Yeah. Assuming the drive-thru isn’t backed up, then yes.”
Deacon chuckled at her hopeful expression, then switched lanes when he saw a Simon’s Coffee coming up. The drive-thru was mercifully empty.
After getting their coffees they settled back into silence again. By the time he finally pulled into her driveway, he felt like something was off. Sara had barely spoken at all, and was basically avoiding eye contact with him. He didn’t know what was up, but he was going to find out.
Turning off the ignition, he shifted to face her. He tipped her face back toward him and said, “You sure you’re okay? You seem off, somehow.”
Not quite meeting his eyes, she said, “Seriously. I’m good. Just tired.”
Deciding that she was a crappy liar, he asked, “How long? A full day?”
“Till six-ish. It’s gonna be a really long day.”
“Jeez. You’re not kidding. I’m sorry. I totally should have just taken you home last night.”
Laughing, Sara said, “Uh. No that was totally worth it. I’ll sleep tonight.”
Brushing his lips across her forehead, he asked, “You’re a busy woman. When might I see you again?”
Seeing the pleasure bloom in her eyes, Deacon deduced what the silence was about.
Rather than addressing it, he just leaned back, waiting for her reply.
“Tonight is…tonight. And Sunday I’ve got a day event, then a thing at night. Monday I’ll be at JDC. I should be able to break free in the evening though.”
Ignoring most of her comment, he said, “What kind of thing? Like a date?”
Blinking, Sara said, “Uh. No, like I’m going out with my friends. We’re going to drink copious amounts of wine and discuss you. Why do you ask?”
Laughing, Deacon said, “Fair enough. I guess after last night I’m trying to figure out what your expectation of this is,” Deacon said, waving his hand between them.
“Expectation? I don’t know that I have one. I figured we’d just see what happened. What expectation should I be having?”
