“I like the way you think, baby. I’ll do all of that. Maybe not all right now, but all of it. Now let me get these panties off you. I’m going to eat this juicy cunt, and then I’m going to fuck you. You ready?”
She let out a moan, unable to speak clearly. He seemed to be okay with that non-verbal answer because he didn’t spank her again.
He stripped her bare then spread her legs wider. The cool air on her body did nothing to lower the heat blazing inside her. God, she wanted him, wanted to come.
When his mouth latched onto her clit, she gripped the bed covers, biting her lip. Her fingers dug into the fabric, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d tear it altogether. God, that talented tongue of his should come with a warning. The rough scrape of his beard between her thighs was even more erotic and sensual than she’d thought. He licked and sucked at her clit then fucked her with his tongue.
When he speared her with two large fingers, she cried out, clamping down on him. The orgasm hit her hard, bucking her back so she pressed against his face. Her limbs shook, and her vision grayed.
Before she could take another breath, Decker had her on her back and his lips on hers. She could taste herself on him, and she almost came again. He still wore only his jeans, and the rough feel of the fabric on her over-sensitive skin sent her into another tail-spin.
She pulled her mouth away, needing to catch her breath. “Please, for the love of God, lose the pants and get in me.”
He grinned then and stood up. With his gaze on hers, he undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. When his jeans fell to the floor, she lost all ability to think.
Her Decker went commando.
Holy freaking shit.
He was long, thick, and ready. And dear God, he was pierced. He had a Prince Albert that looked like it would feel freaking amazing when he pressed deep inside her. His cock throbbed, which looked almost painful, the blue vein underneath stark against the redness of his length. The head was round and had that little drop of fluid at the tip around the piercing that left a trail on his belly when he moved since his dick slapped against his skin, tight and ready.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to blow before I even get inside that tight pussy of yours.”
She blinked. “You’re…uh big.” Good one, Miranda. Clever.
His smile was almost wicked. “You say the nicest things.” He walked around the bed to the nightstand, pulled out a little foil packet, and then sheathed himself maneuvering the condom carefully over the ball of metal at the tip.
She’d tell him that she was on birth control and clean another time. They’d have all those talks another time. Right then, they were safe, and she wanted him inside her. Now.
He knelt on the bed then got between her legs. With his forearms on either side of her head, she felt caged in, but safe.
His fingers played with her hair, and she sighed. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Miranda.”
Her eyes stung, and she swallowed hard. She couldn’t cry just then. She wouldn’t. The man she loved was being so freaking sweet she wanted to weep, but she wouldn’t. She could do that later.
He lowered his head to hers, kissing her softly. She ran her hands up his back, digging her nails in while she deepened the kiss. He let out a groan then moved his hips so his cock pressed at her entrance. She lifted her hips slightly so he could have better access then pulled away from his lips so she could see his eyes.
When he thrust in slowly, her mouth fell open. He was so thick, so…Decker. She felt so full, stretching, waiting. It seemed like forever, and then he was deep inside her, his body still as he waited for her to stretch to accommodate him.
He groaned then pulled out partway before slamming back in to the hilt. “Jesus Christ, Mir, you feel so good.”
She smiled then arched her back, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You’re so freaking big, you’re going to make me come just from that.” She licked her lips. “Fuck me, Decker. Fuck me hard.”
“Seriously, baby, you say the nicest things.”
He grinned then kissed her before he started to pump into her over and over, increasing the pace with each thrust. His piercing hit her at the right spot, and she shook. She threw her head back onto the pillows and screamed as she came. He didn’t stop though. No, he just put his hand between them and played with her clit while latching onto her nipple.
God, the man had talented hands to go with that sinful mouth of his.
Well, pretty much talented everything.
When she fell over the crest again, Decker kissed her, capturing his name on her lips. He came right after her, filling the condom, yet still pumping. They were slick with sweat, their bodies twined together and spent.
He gave her one last kiss then pulled away to take care of the condom. Though she felt empty at the loss of him, he was back before the sheets cooled completely.
When he came back, he picked her up, surprising her. “Decker?” Seriously, the man made her swoon sometimes.
He kissed her temple, held her with one arm, and then fixed the covers. “You’re going to get cold,” he said softly and tucked her in.
When he spooned behind her, she let out a sigh. “I…” No. She couldn’t say that. “Do you want me to fix us something to eat?” she asked. It was still relatively early in the day, but she liked cuddling. She just didn’t want to become dependent on it. Not when she didn’t know what Decker wanted.
His hand played with her hip, and she licked her lips, happy. “We can cook together in a little bit. Just relax, Mir. We’re not going anywhere.”
She sighed, letting her mind relax because he’d said to. She’d worry later about what would happen next and how she’d deal with it. Right then, she would cherish this time in Decker’s arms. She didn’t know what would come tomorrow, and that thought scared her enough to push it away and deal with it later. She had Decker now. That was good enough. It would have to be good enough.
Chapter Eleven
“Why am I not allowed to go find this asshole and kill him?” Austin growled. He paced his bedroom and mumbled to himself. It had been a week since he’d seen his precious baby sister bruised and cut up by that bastard, and he hadn’t been able to do anything about it. The fucker had gotten off too easy, and Austin wasn’t sure he could hold himself back much longer. Miranda was the softest among them, and he’d be damned if he’d let her be in pain like that.
“Honey, no, you can’t kill him. If you end up going to jail because you killed a man, it would put a damper on the wedding. I don’t think an orange jumpsuit will go with our color palette.”
Austin paused then looked over at his fiancée. She sat in the middle of the bed, her tablet in her hand, and a sly smile on her face. Her honey-brown hair tumbled around her shoulders, making her look young and tempting. She wore one of his old shirts and nothing else. He grinned. Yeah, that’s exactly how he liked her.
Well, he liked her any way he could get her, but that was beside the point.
Her words came back to him, and he shook his head. “Did you really just say I couldn’t kill the man who hit my sister because my jumpsuit would clash with the wedding décor?”
She let out a breath and ran a hand over her face. She’d been doing that a lot lately. In fact, she looked like she could use a good nap. He’d been trying to keep his hands off of her since she was so tired all the time. At first, he’d thought it was just the stress of opening a new business, planning the wedding, and learning to raise Leif with him, but now he wasn’t so sure.
He’d have to make sure he took special care of his woman.
“I’m just saying that Miranda, and Decker for that matter, seem to have it well in hand. You beating someone to death isn’t going to help matters.” She held up a hand. “Yeah, I know it sucks. God, I want to beat the shit out of that little asshole too for daring to touch one of us, but there’s nothing we can do. We just have to pray the justice system works.”
He gave
her a long look, and she sighed. They both knew that sometimes, no matter how hard they tried, they got screwed over by the way the law worked…and the way others got around it.
“Has she said anything to you about work?” he asked as he sank into the mattress next to her. She leaned into him and shook her head.
“Not really. He’s leaving her be, though the police haven’t done anything yet. There were a lot of questions from the teachers, students, and I bet the parents, but other than that, Miranda has kept her chin up.”
He growled softly then pulled Sierra closer. “I don’t like it.”
“I know, Austin. I know. But she’ll be okay. She’s learning to take charge and take care of herself. And she has Decker. She’ll be okay.”
Austin froze. “What do you mean she has Decker?”
Sierra pulled away and shrugged. “Decker’s taking care of her. You know, making sure she feels safe as well as actually is safe.”
He narrowed his eyes but couldn’t tell what was bothering him about that. It was nice that Decker was taking care of his sister, but something was…off.
Before he could think much more about that, Sierra groaned then took off to the bathroom. He sprang off the bed and followed her.
“Fuck. What’s wrong, Sierra?”
He held back her hair as she vacated her stomach, her body shaking. He got out a washcloth and ran cool water over it before patting her face.
She took a shaky breath. “I don’t know. I think it’s the flu. I’ve been achy. Or at least achier than usual.”
He ran a hand down her back then held her when she leaned into him. “I’m sorry, baby. You want me to take you to the doctor?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m okay, I think. If it doesn’t go away soon, I’ll go to the doctor, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
Austin rested his cheek on the top of her head. He never thought he’d care about a person as much as he did Sierra. Here he was, holding his fiancée while sitting on the bathroom floor after she’d puked up her guts. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“I’m here, Legs.”
“Stop calling me Legs.” She said it so softly he knew she didn’t meant it.
“You just tell me what you need, and I’m here.”
She moved her head to smile up at him. “I know. That’s why I know Miranda will be okay. She has all you Montgomerys looking out for her. We’re family, Austin.”
He kissed her temple. “Yes, we’re family.”
And if anyone tried to hurt his family again, he’d find a way to fight back.
Chapter Twelve
Decker ran his hand over Miranda’s face, loving the way, even in sleep, she turned into his palm. Her mouth opened slightly, and she sucked on his thumb. He held back a groan, lest he wake her, and slowly removed his hand. She whimpered then burrowed back into the pillow. He stood beside the bed, dressed for work, his jeans old, his boots older, and felt oddly out of place in her room. Yeah, he’d stayed the night, but he felt like he should have worn cleaner jeans or something.
Miranda didn’t seem to care, though.
How the fuck had he gotten so lucky?
It had been over a week since he’d broken his promise to himself and let in an ounce of happiness. They’d spent four of those nights together, mostly at his place since he had Gunner and the large house. Last night, though, they’d spent the night at her place since Austin had kept the dog at his place so Leif could practice caring for a pet. Decker hadn’t mentioned where he’d be sleeping since Gunner wouldn’t be there and because Austin would probably punch him for letting him know that.
He and Miranda didn’t talk of futures and commitments but, rather, what they normally did, only now they’d added sex to the mix. Now he didn’t feel like he would blow because he was holding himself back. He didn’t have to bite his tongue when he wanted to tell her she looked fucking hot. He didn’t have to put his hands in his pockets when he wanted to touch her, hold her.
Fuck, he was a damn lucky man.
At least for now.
Once the Montgomerys found out what he was doing to their baby girl, well, his life would be forfeit. Or at least the life he’d had with them.
She was worth the pain, but he hoped that she never found out that he wasn’t worth the same.
He had to head to the job site early, so he left a sleeping Miranda in bed. She’d be up in an hour for work and needed her sleep. He’d kept her up late the night before. He grinned at that despite himself.
“Decker?”
He cursed. He hadn’t meant to wake her since she needed the sleep. He looked over his shoulder at a sleepy Miranda standing in her doorway. Her hair looked like someone had run their hands through it for hours—guilty. She’d put on the shirt he’d worn the day before, and the long T-shirt brushed the top of her thighs. Damn, she looked fucking amazing. He turned around, and his cock filled, pressing at his jeans. Fuck, he did not need to have his zipper permanently engraved on his dick. He adjusted himself then crooked a finger.
She gave him a sleepy smile and walked toward him. He opened his arms, and she sank into his side. When he kissed the top of her head, she tilted her head back, her mouth open. He kissed her softly, brushing his lips across hers in the gentlest of caresses.
She moaned and trailed her hand down to the front of his pants. When she gripped him, he sucked in a breath. Pulling back, he gave a rough chuckle.
“You touch me, we’re going to end up naked, and I need to get into work.”
She gave a sleepy sigh but didn’t touch his dick again. Disappointment filled him.
Later.
“Have fun at work today. Did you need coffee?” She shuffled toward her coffeemaker, and he held back a smile. She was not a morning person, but then again, neither was he. He’d much rather bend her over the counter and eat something sweet for breakfast, but he had to go to work.
And he needed to keep at least some distance. The more he stayed here, the more he let himself become ingrained in every part of Miranda’s life, the worse it was going to be when they broke things off.
This was temporary.
A distraction.
It was best to remember that.
“Decker? Coffee?” She waved an empty mug at him, and he shook his head.
“I’ll get some at the job site. Have fun at work.” Rather than kiss her goodbye, he lifted his chin then headed out. If he didn’t leave soon, he’d make a mistake and stay.
That couldn’t happen.
The sun hadn’t risen yet, but the air smelled of morning and rain. Miranda’s apartment building was tucked against a copse of trees that gave some shade during the hot months but faced the mountains. Even though the place was small, it was worth it for the view.
He wasn’t sure he wanted her there for much longer, though, considering that’s where Jack had attacked her. Call him a caveman, but he’d rather drag her back to his place where he could keep her safe.
Just as he made it to his truck, a car that looked suspiciously like Maya’s pulled into the parking lot.
Well fuck him.
Rather than jump in his truck and speed out of there like he had something to hide, he stood there, his arms crossed over his chest.
Maya got out of her car, her brows raised. For some reason, she didn’t look too surprised to see him there. He knew Miranda hadn’t said anything to any of her family since they were so new and getting to know one another as a couple or whatever the fuck they were, but that didn’t mean that Maya didn’t clue in real fast.
The woman knew things that no one else should know, and Decker was never sure how she found out.
“Decker.” Her voice was cool, but the laughter in her eyes confused him.
“Maya,” he said, equally as cool. There was no laughter in his eyes though.
“Have fun at work,” she said slowly.
“You’re going to tell the rest of them, aren’t you?” There really wasn’t any doubt.
“I have to,” she said simply. “She’s ours, Deck.”
He nodded, knowing that was true. Sucked, but nothing he could do about it.
“You’re ours too. You know that, right?”
He didn’t say anything, just lifted his chin and got in his truck. When this all went south—it would because he was a Kendrick, and they always fucked things up—he’d be alone. He’d known that going in, but Miranda had been too much of a draw to pull away any longer.
He was good at being alone.
It just sucked he’d have to leave the Montgomerys because of it.
He made it to Austin’s, picked up Gunner from a sleepy Sierra, and hightailed it out of there before Maya had time to call anyone. He didn’t blame Miranda’s sister for wanting to protect her, nor did he blame her for sharing the news. It was bound to get out anyway, but he needed coffee before he dealt with the blows.
When he got to the job site, he let out a sigh. This wasn’t going to be pleasant. He lived with these people. Worked with them. They were his fucking family, and he’d ruined it all because he wanted Miranda.
Wanted.
Needed.
Craved.
Loved.
No, not the last one. He couldn’t afford the last one. She couldn’t afford the last one.
He just prayed that when it all came crumbling down—because it would—he had enough of himself left to pick up the pieces.
With that unhappy thought, he got out of his truck and Gunner followed him to the trailer. Gunner would be safe in the trailer for the day until Decker took him for walks around the property. Then the dog could follow him outside the construction zone. The damned thing loved the noise, the traffic, and the people. Decker needn’t have worried it would be too much for him. Gunner fit right in with the Montgomerys and all that that entailed.
Their current job was restoring an old inn. Since they were out west, none of the buildings were as old when compared to some of the jobs he’d seen out east. Denver was a relatively young city, and its buildings and roads reflected that. However, all that didn’t mean there wasn’t history when it came to building, and the people for that matter. Storm had worked his ass off on the architectural plans, blending the old with the new while Wes led the team. Decker was Wes’s right-hand man. The two of them did most of the grunt work on the project.
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