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Deacon licked his lips then pressed an angry grimace.

“After all,” I went on as I brought my cream covered finger to my mouth. “I can’t very well do all of this by myself now, can I.”

“Fuck,” Bishop muttered as he took a step towards the bed.

“Don’t,” Deacon spat, grabbing Bishop’s arm and pulling him back. “Don’t touch her.”

“Are you nuts?” Bishop said. “Look at her. For crying out loud, Deacon, look at her. She’s begging to be taken care of. What does it say about us if we just leave her on her own.”

“Don’t be a prick,” Deacon said.

“Guys. Guys!” I said. I got off the bed. Holding the panels of my halter top up and out, I came up to them. My breasts were within reach. All they had to do was reach out and touch me.

“What are you up to, Brook?” Deacon said. While he played it cool and aloof, the hard-on in his pants betrayed him. He was so hard, so big, so in need of touching me.

“Look,” I said with finality. “I’m tired of waiting for a lover. I arrived here hungry and eager. I was certain that this would be the perfect place to find just what I needed. I’m tired of being a virgin, guys. I’m really tired.”

Bishop took a step forward, but once again, Deacon stopped him by slapping the back of his hand against Bishop’s belly.

“To tell you the truth,” I went on. “As eager as I am to lose my virginity, I do want it to be special. You know. I don’t just want a quick fuck and then I never see the guy again. I want to feel… you know… like I matter. But all of this brings me back to you two. If anyone can make me feel special, I think it’s you, Bishop.”

He beamed and pulled his shoulders back with pride. “You are special, Brook. It wouldn’t take much to treat you as such. You’ll always be special in my eyes.”

I brought my hand to his smooth cheek. “I don’t doubt it, Bishop. I think that you’re the type of man who really knows how to treat a girl. You really know what she needs.”

His smile broadened. “With a girl like you, it’s not hard, Brook. There’s something about you that brings out the best… in any man.”

Deacon grunted.

“You, too, Deacon,” I said. “Despite your lack of interest, I believe that you could make this event very special for me.”

Grinding his teeth, he looked at me, clearly confused by his emotions.

I stepped closer to him. “You can make me feel special, can’t you, Deacon.”

He swallowed hard and looked around the room before bringing his troubled eyes back to me. “You’re playing a very dangerous game, Brook.”

Stepping closer to him, I showed him just how dangerous I could be by pressing my bare breasts into his chest.

“And I know you’d like to play. I know you can make me feel special, Deacon. You can make me feel very special, Deacon, especially when you’re so hugely gifted.”

Chapter4

Deacon

She was working me up. I hated to admit it, but she was getting to me. I looked at her, her big and beautiful eyes beckoning me while her full, luscious lips begged to be kissed.

“Come on, Deacon,” Brook said as she took my hand in hers and pressed it to her breast.

A thrilled breath hissed through my lips causing her to smile with satisfaction.

It was hard to believe that she was the girl that I so desperately wanted when I first saw her. She was everything I’d ever dreamed of; smart, beautiful and hard-working. Finding out that she was also a virgin only added to her appeal.

I chuckled as I looked down at her bare breasts, longing to squeeze the firm and inviting orbs. Yeah. She was the kind of girl that I could fuck all night long and still feel comfortable introducing her to my family.

They would love her. I have no doubt about that. Even dear old Dad would welcome her into the family without batting an eye. As pastor and successful businessman, he had a keen sense of people and wasn’t quick to trust them.

But Brook would have him eating out of her hand in no time. A brilliant smile. An innocent gaze from her big, beautiful eyes. It wouldn’t take much.

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