Deacon's Defender

by Pandora Pine

  “You mean have dessert later, when we need to refuel?” There was no doubt in my mind what Ozzy was saying. Did I want to lick ice cream or his skin?

  Ozzy’s eyes darkened. He pulled me even closer. His answer was a silent nod.

  I’d never been so nervous in my life. I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t highly experienced either. It was on the tip of my tongue to say something sexy, or at least something I thought was sexy, but at the last minute I changed my mind. A simple gesture could work as well as a thousand words. I reached out for Ozzy’s hand. Being a journalism major, I was all about symbolism. I was literally putting myself in his hands tonight.

  Kissing the back of my hand, Ozzy led me back through the kitchen toward the front door. I had noticed all of the electric candles he had situated around the house. Their soft glow lit our way upstairs.

  Ozzy’s bedroom was filled with even more candles. He must have turned them on before I’d gotten to the house. The entire room glowed in golden candlelight. A king-sized bed dominated the center of the room. A light summer bedspread came down to brush against the hardwood floors. The ceiling fan, set on high, sent a refreshing breeze through the room.

  “What do you think?” Ozzy sounded unsure of himself.

  When I turned around, Ozzy was standing behind me with a wistful look on his face. I could tell my opinion was very important to him. “It’s a beautiful room. Actually, it’s a beautiful house. You’ve done an amazing job of stamping your personality all over it.”

  Ozzy smiled, rocking backward on his heels. “I may have had a little help from my mother. Otherwise, I probably would have just had a mattress on the floor.”

  I could believe that. Ozzy was so busy, I couldn’t imagine him having time to take extended trips to Pottery Barn, which is where it looked like most of the furniture in the house had come from. “On this big beautiful bed, or a mattress on the floor, this would still be perfect.” I much preferred the bed, but I wasn’t about to drop that little pearl of wisdom.

  Setting his hands on my hips, Ozzy walked me backward into the room. I had always thought he was gorgeous, but bathed in candlelight he looked otherworldly, like a Greek God come to life. I went for the buttons on his plaid shirt, careful not to touch his skin with my fingers. I knew once that happened, I would be lost.

  When the buttons were undone, Ozzy let the material slide backward from his shoulders. His chest was perfectly manscaped. A light dusting of fur covered his pecs trailing down to his six-pack abs.

  “Are you going to stand here and stare at me all night?” A playful grin turned up the corners of his mouth.

  “This moment feels like a dream. I can’t believe I’m here with you. That this is real.” Ozzy took my breath away.

  Ozzy took my hands and set them on his chest. His skin was hot, and I could swear I felt his heartbeat under my right hand. “This is real.”

  Ozzy grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it effortlessly over my head. My first thought was to shield my body from him. I didn’t look a thing like him. I wasn’t tall, dark, and built like I’d been carved from stone.

  “Don’t you dare,” Ozzy whispered against the side of my cheek. “You are absolutely beautiful. I’ve never wanted a man more in my life than I want you.”

  Ozzy’s eyes told me his words were true. His raging erection pressing up against me didn’t hurt, either. If Ozzy wanted me, then he was going to get me. My shaking hands slid down his perfectly sculpted chest. The tips of my fingers tickled as they tangled against the crisp hairs of his treasure trail.

  Without asking permission, I undid Ozzy’s pants, sliding them down his tight ass and watching almost hypnotized as they slid to the floor. He easily kicked out of them, leaving him only in his briefs. The shaft of his erection was perfectly molded by the dark cotton. The head was just peeking over his waistband. My mouth went dry, thinking all I had to do was set that monster free and it would be all mine.

  “You seem a little overdressed for this occasion.” Ozzy was still grinning at me, as if he were getting a kick out of my awe over his body.

  I went to my knees in front of him. I’d been dreaming about this cock for months. “If you take my pants off now, I won’t get to enjoy this.” I tugged his briefs down, leaving his cock to stand proud against his abdomen. Now wasn’t really the time to wax poetic, but Ozzy’s naked body was a thing of beauty.

  Nuzzling his balls, I licked over the wrinkled skin, needing to have a taste of him. He tasted musky with this hint of something else unique to him. I couldn’t get enough. I sucked one sac into my mouth, lashing my tongue over it. I wasn’t nearly finished with it when I felt Ozzy’s hand on the top of my head.

  “I need my dick in your mouth now. I can’t wait another second.” His eyes were so dark they looked black in the candlelight. I could feel the need pouring off him. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  “Your wish is my command.” Just because Ozzy wanted me to suck his dick, didn’t mean I was going to go for it all at once. I licked my tongue slowly around the base, moving up the sides, but always returning to my starting point.

  Ozzy moaned, wrapping both hands around my head. I knew he was dying to direct the action, but he was giving me a bit of leeway to do things my way. I continued my long licks up his shaft until I reached the head. Looking up at Ozzy, I swirled my tongue around him before swallowing him whole. We moaned at the same time.

  I gagged on the girth of him. It was going to take a while to get used to his size. Ozzy thrust deeper into my mouth, setting off my gag reflex again. I could feel my eyes starting to water and I knew I was drooling all over him.

  “I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my damn life. Your lips wrapped around my dick is absolute perfection.” Ozzy thrust himself forward again, this time holding himself still on my tongue.

  I would be perfectly happy to die like this, impaled on Ozzy’s shaft. Just as I was starting to get used to him, he pulled back and out of my mouth. I felt empty instantly.

  “Much more of that, and I won’t make it to the main event.” Ozzy pulled me back to my feet, making quick work of my pants and underwear.

  My first instinct again, was to try and shield myself from him, but I remembered what he’d said earlier, and stood proud.

  “I can’t believe you’re here with me like this. I can’t believe you’re mine.” Ozzy scooped me up in his arms and carried me like a bride to the bed. He set me down in the middle of it, kneeling between my legs. I watched as he looked me over from top to toe. His large hands wrapped around my ankles, sending a shiver through my entire body. My legs tickled a bit as his hands slid up my calves to my knees. When he reached my thighs, he pushed them apart as his nimble fingers explored every inch of my flesh. They stopped just short of the promised land.

  “I want to gobble you up like the Big Bad Wolf.” Ozzy’s voice was deep, tinged with a hint of danger.

  “Eat me, Ozzy. I’m all yours.” I couldn’t believe those words had just come out of my mouth. I meant them. God help me, I meant every last word.

  Ozzy growled, as if I had awoken some kind of primal urge within him. He actually sounded like the big bad wolf he wanted to be. His thick lips slipped around the head of my cock and slid slowly down until he had engulfed every last inch of me. Gagging, when the head of my dick hit the back of his throat, his tongue slipped out to lick downward toward my balls.

  I was lost. Ozzy’s hands slipped under my ass to hold me steady. His fingers dug into my flesh as he continued to suck my dick like a pro. Each lash of his tongue brought me closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to come with Ozzy buried deep in my ass, but at the moment, all I could concentrate on was the way he was taking care of me, bringing me closer and then backing off again, seeming as if he did not want this moment to end.

  Slowly, Ozzy pulled off my dick with a wet pop. He sat up on his knees, stroking his own dick. “Are you ready for me?”

  In that moment, my mind went blank. I could only st
are at Ozzy, as he rubbed his left hand over his pecs all the while jerking himself off with the other hand. It was like something out of a dream, or out of one of those pornos I’d watched on Tumblr before they’d taken away adult content. I nodded. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life as I’ve wanted you.”

  Ozzy leaned over, opening the nightstand drawer, and pulling out supplies. I watched in awe, as he quickly suited himself up and slathered his cock in lube. Next, he went to work on me. I could feel the excitement and anxiousness in him as he probed his lubed finger against my tight hole. I started squirming against him. Needing more of him inside of me.

  “Easy there. You’re almost ready.” With that, he slipped a second finger into my ass, scraping across my prostate.

  “Ozzy!” I cried out, nearly coming on the spot.

  “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Nothing is wrong here tonight. Everything is right.” Pulling his fingers back from inside of me, I felt an emptiness I’d never known existed.

  Thankfully, that feeling didn’t last long. Ozzy was lining up his dick with my loosened hole. He worked his way inside of me slowly, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I knew he was using every last ounce of his self-control to keep from going fast and taking what was his. When he was fully seated inside of me. He bent forward, resting his forehead against mine. “I love you, Deacon. I fucking love you.” Without giving me the chance to respond, Ozzy pulled back and almost out of me, before bottoming out again.

  I knew this was the real Ozzy Graves. Raw and unedited. I knew I was catching a glimpse of a part of himself he never showed to anyone else. I would treasure this moment forever. I loved Ozzy too. I supposed I had from the moment we met several months ago. I wanted to tell him how I felt. I wanted him to see into my soul as deeply as I was seeing into his, but it couldn’t push the words past my mouth. He was rocking my world in a way it had never been rocked before. I was afraid anything I said or did would break the spell he seemed to have spun over us.

  “That’s it, Deacon. I know you’re getting close. I can feel it.”

  I wrapped my arms more tightly around his neck, holding him closer to me. I wasn’t very experienced sexually. Every lover I’d been with had always taken me from behind. This was so much more intimate, being face-to-face. Ozzy’s eyes were wide open and staring into my own. Him staring at me like that made this moment all the more intense.

  “I’m gonna come. Come with me.” Streaks of sweat ran down the side of Ozzy’s face, while his dick pounded harder inside of me.

  I was right there with him. Ready to soar over the edge of forever. I felt his dick twitch inside of me. Ozzy roared my name, rearing back like a lion claiming his mate. He wrapped a hand around my dick, furiously stroking it.

  “Ozzy!” My hands tightened against the solid meat of his shoulders. I watched dumbstruck as he forced wave after wave of creamy come from my dick to splatter against my abs. My dick was sore by the time it was over.

  Instead of pulling out and walking away to clean himself up, Ozzy stayed where he was, buried deep inside me. “You’ve cast a spell on me, Deacon Fairbanks. I’ll never be free of you now.”

  As Ozzy continued to stare down at me with a look of pure satisfaction on his face, I knew I would never be free of him either.

  25

  Ozzy

  I spent the entire next day thinking about my time with Deacon. I’d had plenty of sex in my life, but none of those experiences came anything close to what happened last night. I’d used my same moves and showed Deacon what I liked, but there was something else. I’d never before loved anyone like I loved Deacon, and I knew that was the missing ingredient.

  Along with the love, I felt immeasurable guilt. I’d promised myself I was going to tell him the whole story about the meeting with my boss and the chief of police, but after round one, we’d sort of dozed off a little bit and then were right back into round two. My excuse was that there hadn’t been time to tell him, but in actuality, I hadn’t made the time.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” Dallas asked, startling me.

  I was downstairs pacing behind the fire trucks parked behind the closed bay doors. All the other members of the crew were upstairs doing their usual nightly things, arguing over what to watch on the television, reading, or doing crossword puzzles. I’d come down here because I had known I would be left alone. Leave it to one of my brothers to pick up on my distress. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

  “Don’t give me that shit, Oz.” Dallas strode over to me, his hands shoved in his pockets. “I saw you with him at Mom and Dad’s barbecue. You’re nuts about the guy. There isn’t anything wrong with that. Look at Kennedy and Gunnar. They’re happier than two fuckers have a right to be. You know, it’s kind of nice to see my brothers falling in love and finding their forever. It means there could be hope for me yet.”

  I hated hearing Dallas talk like that. He was a great guy with a lot going for him, but for whatever reason, always picked the worst men to date. “It’s not that. I am crazy about Deacon. I even told him so last night.” I’d absolutely meant it when I told Deacon I loved him. Those words seemed to set me free, in a way I’d never been free before.

  “You’re not having a case of buyer’s remorse, are you?” Dallas wore a troubled look on his face.

  “No. That’s not it either. Come with me.” I led Dallas to my office, flipped on the lights, and ushered him inside. I closed and locked the door behind me.

  “Jesus, this must be serious.” Dallas took a seat in front of my desk.

  “What I’m about to tell you has to stay between the two of us. Kennedy knows about it because he was here when it happened.”

  “Here when what happened?” Dallas asked, sitting on the edge of his seat. “Not that meeting with all those bigwigs a couple of weeks ago?”

  I nodded. “Chief Higgins and Gloucester Police Chief Holland think Deacon is the arsonist.”

  “They think what?” Dallas was out of his seat and pacing around my small office. “How is that possible?”

  “Deacon was at both of the last two fires. He’d gotten there before we did, so soon before we did that he’d been able to save the families from their burning houses. Not to mention the fact that both of these fires were ramped up. The arsonist had never before nailed or glued victims’ doors shut.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these words out loud to my brother, only twenty-four hours after Deacon and I had spent the night making love to each other.

  Dallas sat down hard in his seat. “I never looked at it that way before. All of those media guys have police band radios. They are able to hear our call-outs, but if he’s getting to the fires far ahead of us then I suppose I can see where the chiefs are coming from.” Dallas seemed to be studying me. “Why do I get the impression this is bigger than people simply suspecting Deacon of committing these crimes?”

  “They told me to stick close to him. To get to know him. Find evidence against him.” My stomach revolted as I said the words. I took a deep breath to settle myself down.

  Dallas’s mouth hung open, but no sound came out. He wore a look of disbelief. “Chief Higgins asked you to spy on Deacon? And you agreed? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dallas was shouting now. I hadn’t seen him this angry since the last asshole he dated broke up with him.

  “I know what you’re saying. Trust me, I feel the same way. Tricking Deacon like this is eating me from the inside. If this goes on for much longer, there won’t be anything left of me.”

  “So, your feelings for Deacon aren’t real? It’s all an act?” Dallas had managed to calm down a bit, but fury burned in his brilliant green eyes.

  “No, you were right. I’m in love with him. I’ve never felt like this about another human being in my entire life, Dallas. When he finds out what I’ve done, he’s going to think it was all a lie. I invited him over for dinner last night. I promised myself I was going to tell him the whole story. I knew we’d laugh about it and everythin
g would be all right, but I just couldn’t go through with it.” I looked up at my brother who now looked more sad than angry. “What the hell do I do? How do I save this relationship? I know this is going to sound insane, but I don’t think I can make it without Deacon.”

  “The only thing you can do is tell the truth. FaceTime him right now and just tell him the truth. I could tell there was something wrong with you the minute I walked through the door today. If Deacon loves you the way I think he does, he’ll know there’s something wrong with you too. Explain what you just told me, but in a softer way. Let your emotions take over. All you can do is lay out the facts and beg him to forgive you. As a last resort, focus on the fact that this was something you were ordered to do. This wasn’t your choice.”

  “We all know how well things went for Hennessey when he claimed all he was doing was following orders. This is nowhere near as serious, but I’m sure it’ll work out the same way for me.” I knew Dallas was giving me the best advice possible. What was more, it was the right thing to do, and I knew it. “Okay, get out. I’ll call him now. Pray for me, Dallas. Pray harder than you prayed for the Red Sox to win the World Series.” I managed a grin.

  “You got it, man. Just remember, it isn’t the end of things if he gets mad at you and hangs up tonight. We’ll figure out a way for you to get him back. That’s a promise.” Dallas got up from his seat and walked around to hug me. He pulled back, slapping me on the shoulder before unlocking the door and heading out.

  I had my phone in my hand and was just about to press Deacon’s contact when the fire alarm sounded. Motherfucker. When it rained, it poured.

  My heart was heavy as I shrugged into my gear. The rest of my crew zipped past me, gearing up and climbing into the truck. I felt like I was moving in slow motion. This could be just a normal house fire, but I knew it wasn’t. I knew this was him. The Scorcher.

  I wasn’t much of a praying man, but I prayed Deacon would not be at the fire scene when we arrived. I listened as the dispatcher sent us directions and filled us in on what they knew so far. There had been one call to 911 about this fire, just another sign this was the work of the arsonist.