by Nashoda Rose
Fuck. I shifted in the chair, fighting the urge to throw her on her back and push my cock down her throat.
Then she went deep and I could feel the back of her throat as she sucked. The tightness and warmth caused shivers to erupt and my chest to tighten. Just when I thought I’d come like I’ve never come in my life before, she pulled back and sat back on her heels.
“Teach me to use a gun.”
“Jesus Christ.” I was sitting with my dick hard as a steel rod, throbbing between my legs, in front of the girl I’ve wanted for so goddamn long it had become painful to be near her. Yet I couldn’t ever walk away. Then she dropped the sass and put her hands on my thighs.
“Baby, please. I want to learn. And I want you to teach me. It’s better than learning from some hottie at a gun range.”
Shit. I never wanted Georgie near guns or the shit I had in my dark world, but seeing her fumble with my gun scared the crap out of me. “Fine.”
She wiggled closer, her hands stroking up and down my thighs. “You saying fine because you want me to suck you off?”
“I’m saying fine because I don’t want another man’s arms around you teaching you how to hold a fuckin’ gun.”
She laughed then grabbed my cock at the base and squeezed. I groaned then watched as my girl put her mouth back on my dick.
DECK AND I took the dishes back inside and he scrubbed the pot and pan while I dried. I was right; he was massive and my jaw was a little sore from taking him, but he tasted damn good and when he came down my throat, it was more than that. It was about Deck being vulnerable and he’d given that by telling me about his dad and when he let me take control sexually.
He handed me the last pan and I was reaching up to put it away when he grabbed me and pulled me in tightly to him. “Your brother said your bed was your imaginary island and that’s where you and your stuffed animals lived.”
Jesus, Connor had a big mouth. “Kids had monsters in the closet … I had sharks swimming on my floor.”
His finger tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’d slay them all for you, babe.”
“Mmm, a hot pirate.”
“A pirate with a prisoner.” Deck kissed the side of my neck and I shivered, the familiar ache building between my legs. “Who needs to walk the plank.”
He turned me around in his arms and I was met with a playful smile. It was like the demons in both of us were being washed away just by being with one another. “Meaning?”
His smiled dropped. “Meaning I want you in the pool in two seconds.”
I raised my brows and put my hands on top of his, resting firmly on my hips. “Well, a pirate doesn’t always get what he wants, does he?”
“This one does.” Before I could do anything but squeal that girlie sound, he had me thrown over his shoulder and was striding through the house to the terrace. Without a second’s hesitation and still with my clothes on, he tossed me into the pool.
I came up sputtering. Deck was standing at the edge so I splashed him. He didn’t move, nor did he smile, but he wasn’t mad. There was heat in his eyes which made the butterflies in my stomach go bungee jumping. This was the office-Deck taking control.
“You going to stand there or is my pirate coming to fuck me?”
His eyes sparked like they had when I put my mouth on his cock.
My stomach splatted and sizzled like butter hitting a hot frying pan as he stood staring at me treading water. He was mine. After all the years fantasizing about him and trying to convince myself he would suck in bed, Deck was mine.
I swam to the edge of the pool and watched as he took out a small square silver package from his pocket and ripped it open. Then he slowly took off his jeans and his cock sprang free, already hard. He yanked off his t-shirt, put on the condom, then walked to the side of the pool and looked down at me.
“In the shallow end. Knees on the second step, hands on the top.”
I swallowed. His eyes were dark and narrowed, watching me, bold and unyielding as he waited for me to obey. I wanted to sass and tease, but I held back. There was something about him that had me bite my tongue. And I was totally turned on by his order, thinking about what he was going to do.
His brows lowered further and his scowl was like it’d been in his office. I knew he’d walk away. Deck was in control, I was going to be his puppet and the thought heightened the throbbing as I swam to the other end of the pool.
I did what he asked and my ass was half out of the pool. I heard him approach, his bare feet slow and deliberate as he walked toward me. My heart pounded against my ribs and got faster as I looked up to see him standing at the edge of the pool in front of me.
“Head down.”
I did. Only then did he come up behind me. He yanked my track pants down and I lifted each leg as he pulled them off and threw them aside. I looked over my shoulder and as soon as I did, I felt the slap of his palm against my ass. “Eyes forward.”
Shit. That hurt. My skin was wet, his slap making it worse, but then I felt the warmth of his hand soothing where it stung. I sighed and relaxed, my head dropping forward.
I felt his finger lightly trace one of the cuts. I barely felt them now as they had scabbed over. “This doesn’t happen again.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“I know why you do it, Georgie. Use the physical pain to take away the emotional. But we can find another way. Another outlet.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. Yes. And I was already beginning to find it. This is what I wanted. Needed. It set me free, gave me the freedom to be who I was. Deck did that.
I knew he had to be still fighting himself for breaking his word to my brother, but I hoped in time that guilt would fade and he’d realize it was right. We’d always been meant for one another. Our paths had been running parallel for so long, trying to cross, yet the ghost of Connor and Robbie and even Kai kept us apart.
His hands gripped my waist—hard. Fingers digging into my skin and pulling me back toward him with a jerk as his cock rammed me. The water lapped at the harsh movement, splashing up the sides of us and onto the stair.
My knees hurt from the cement nodules in the step as they scraped the surface. He didn’t seem to care and his body leaned into me as his hand shoved me down lower so I had to arch my back.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to beg me to stop.”
Holy fuck. A wave of desire spread through me. “Okay.”
“No talking.” He gripped the back of my hair and pulled. “But screaming … that’s allowed.”
I could feel his cock in the crack of my ass and wanted to push back into him, but didn’t dare move. He let my hair go and slid his hand down my back until he came to my butt. Then his body moved back a bit and I sucked in air, not liking him moving away. I wanted to reach back, look at him, feel him, but knew he wasn’t in the mood for me not following instructions. So I impatiently waited, slick moisture building between my legs as his finger slid down my crack into the wetness then came back up and hovered over the pink, puckered flesh.
“Going to fuck this one day.” He circled and I moaned at the unusual feeling of a finger touching me there. I never thought I’d like it, but it turned me on even more as he started pushing. His voice growled, “Relax.”
I couldn’t. The feeling was odd and I instinctually resisted his intrusion. He moved away and I felt the water slosh at the sides of me. Oh, God, he was walking away. I knew I couldn’t say anything, so I wiggled my butt and lowered my head until my forehead skimmed the surface of the water.
“You going to give me all of you? Every part, Georgie?” His voice was harsh and stern. A chill went through me and I nodded.
He didn’t give me any warning as he put his finger at my tight, puckered ass again and pushed. I closed my eyes and battled the urge to clench, doing the opposite. His finger slid inside me and I sighed at the erotic feeling.
Then he started moving it in and out and my hips rocked back and forth with him. “Tha
t’s it,” he soothed, breathing against the side of my neck.
Without warning and in rhythm to his finger thrusting in my ass, he shoved his cock inside me and I screamed, titling my head back in shock at the sudden intrusion. He didn’t stop. One finger in my ass, his other hand on my hip; he kept moving, the water slapping between us and making a loud noise. His thrusts got harder, faster and my need grew with each push and pull.
“You belong to me. All of you.” Deck’s finger slipped from me and he grabbed my other hip and thrust with more force.
I arched my back into his assault. Wanting it harder. Needing this, the pain and pleasure swirling around me. I wanted to beg him to touch me. To grab his hand and make him touch me until I came.
“Shh,” Deck murmured as he slowed and the waves in the water matched the rhythm. He knew what I wanted, gliding his hand down over my hips then across my abdomen and sinking beneath the water.
“Ahhh,” I moaned, the second his fingers touched me and started circling. My body jerked back against him and he stopped moving.
“Stay still!”
I nodded. Shit, I’d do anything he wanted at that moment. He waited several seconds as if to make certain I was going to do what he said, and then his finger pressed down hard on my clit and a jolt went straight through me. He did this several times then started moving inside me again, his cock so deep it was near painful when he jerked his hips forward.
“No one takes you from me.”
He growled the words in my ear, but I wasn’t sure if he was saying it more to himself than me. My breath hitched as his finger moved faster, back and forth, every muscle tightening. He wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me even closer to him.
My body screamed in pleasure as tingles and a brilliance of fireworks shot through me. His arm tightened and he thrust. Once. Twice. Three times and then he groaned low and shuddered around me.
The waves slowed as we remained still, me on my knees, him behind, holding me close. I’d never felt so—whole. Deck brought me back from the numbness and the lies and made me feel alive.
I put my hand back and slid it down his leg beneath the water. He kissed the back of my neck then sprinkled my spine with tiny kisses, which were sweet and seductive. Then without a word, he picked me up in his arms and carried me into the house.
I wrapped my arm around his neck and he had yet to look at me. It wasn’t until he tossed me on the bed and stared down at me that I got a look at his face. His eyes were warm and filled with softness. The hard lines on his face were gone and his lips relaxed, and it made me want to kiss him even more than I already did.
I reached up.
Deck knelt on the bed and straddled me.
Then he kissed me and I was lost to the most soul-touching kiss a woman could ever have. It was filled with years of need and want and never being able to take. It was him and me finding our peace together. It was our demons being joined and burned to ash.
It was his promise of tomorrow and demand of today and every day after.
I WOKE TO Deck’s splayed fingers on my stomach, his naked body pressed against my back, one leg over the top of mine and his chin resting on my head. He breathed steadily and I closed my eyes again as the comforting feeling washed over me. I wanted to lie here for days in his arms and soak up every part of him.
The moment of purity was quickly interrupted as my cell rang. I tried shifting to reach over and grab it off the nightstand, but Deck’s arm tightened, tugging me back. “Baby, my phone.”
“Let it ring,” he grumbled.
“What if a herd of pink elephants are running through the coffee shop and Rylie is freaking out?” I smiled when I felt the rumble in his chest as he chuckled.
“Josh is watching the shop. Something’s wrong, he’ll call me.”
Figures. “Maybe Emily is freaking over her man not being able to perform anymore and she needs to talk.”
“Logan not being able to perform on stage isn’t an emergency.”
“Oh, I wasn’t talking that kind of performing.”
Deck grunted. “Doubt that’s ever going to be an issue for Logan.” He settled in closer to me and his words whispered in my ear, “And if it is, it’s not your issue. I don’t even want you thinking about that shit.”
My phone stopped ringing then started again. “Oh, I bet it’s that sweetness on a stick, Crisis. I was thinking that—”
I squealed as Deck flipped me onto my back and was on top of me, his weight pinning me down. “You remember what I said to you the first time we had sex?”
“That you were going to make me come?”
“That this,” he grabbed my chin, his thumb stroking back and forth, “this entails everything. I asked if you’re ready for it. What did you say, Georgie?”
“I said hell yeah, sweetpea.”
He nodded then reached over and grabbed my phone. “Everything,” he repeated. I thought he was going to pass the phone to me, but instead he answered it. “Yeah.”
“He’s kidnapped me,” I yelled, “and is giving me copious amounts of orgasms.” I giggled.
Deck said into the phone, “Yeah, second part is true.”
I really hoped it wasn’t my parents on the phone. Shit, I hadn’t talked to them since the hospital. But I was betting Deck had. The guy left nothing undone. No wonder why he excelled in tactical.
“Yeah, Emily. She’s good.” He paused and I could hear her muffled words in the background. “Did I say she’s good?” I was guessing Emily found out about the overabundance of alcohol and the hospital stay.
He passed the phone to me then slipped from bed, tagged his cell and was already talking to Tyler before he disappeared into the bathroom. Which was a disappointment, because I watched his naked ass walk across the room and I wanted him to walk slower. Much, much slower. I heard Emily calling my name and stopped staring at the closed door.
“You and Deck? Really? Like, as in together-together?”
I laughed and lay back on the plush white pillow. God, I missed her and Kat. I missed all the Tear Asunder guys. It kinda sucked them being famous now and they were always gone. I’d known a couple of the guys since they started coming to the coffee shop before I even owned it. High school boys trying to make it with their band. “Like, I’m no longer a virgin.”
Silence, then, “You were a virgin?”
She said it loud and then I heard the guys in the background, which sounded like Crisis and Ream. I laughed. We chatted about the band’s tour and how Ream was being a super control freak over Kat. Then how crazy it was now the band was so popular. They had to hire security and Logan insisted Emily have a personal bodyguard, but he quickly got rid of that idea when he saw how attractive the guy was. He ended up hiring a female bodyguard.
I asked about Crisis, the bass guitarist, when the shower turned off. Then I wasn’t really listening to Emily as I was thinking about Deck, soaking wet. When he came out of the bathroom, still naked, water droplets gliding down his glistening skin …
“Gotta go, Eme. Love ya.” I tossed the phone aside as Deck strode toward me. Suddenly, he stopped short, his back stiffened and his eyes narrowed. Then I heard it, the scratching of something like …
He made it to me in two strides, grabbed my arm and yanked me off the side of the bed, hidden from the bedroom door. I landed with a loud oof and a sharp pain in my right hip. He put his hand over my mouth and kept me locked up against him as he whispered, “Stay down and don’t move.” He grabbed his jeans off the end of the bed and slipped them on, before grabbing my track pants and t-shirt and handing them to me.
I heard the distinct click of a bolt turning.
“Shit,” I mumbled beneath his hand.
He took his hand off my mouth then grabbed me behind the neck and before I could say anything, he kissed me. It was hard and fast and over before I could take my next breath.
I was a little freaked at who the fuck would have the balls to break into Deck’s penthouse. They were
either super brave or super stupid.
He quietly opened the nightstand drawer where he’d placed the bullets when I’d been playing with his gun and then kept low as he went to the dresser, grabbed his gun and came back.
I watched as he popped the bullets in place then slid the barrel back and handed it to me.
He put his hands over the top of mine. “Both hands.” His voice was low and steady, completely in control. This was why he was great at what he did. “Anyone comes toward you, …” he curled my finger on the trigger, “shoot.”
“That’s my lesson? Jesus, Deck. Don’t I get some target practice?”
“Yeah, the asshole who’s breaking into my loft.” Deck pulled me back so I was leaning up against the bed. “Don’t move. I need to know where you are at all times. Shoot anything that moves.”
“What if it’s you?”
“You won’t shoot me.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“You won’t shoot me.” Deck was edging toward the end of the bed.
I said in a loud whisper, “But I could if you surprised me and—”
Deck glanced at me and his expression was fierce. Not a fierce I could work through. No, this was immeasurable and severe. This was the Deck who went after the scum of the Earth. “Then don’t be surprised.” Then he was gone.
I didn’t know how to handle a gun, but I wasn’t stupid and I had been around Deck all my life. Guess I was getting a lesson earlier than I thought.
I moved to the other side of the room behind the door and peeked through the crack. I did still have an issue with following instructions.
WHO THE FUCK was breaking into my loft and how the hell did they get past the concierge? I slipped into my office, grabbed my spare gun and crept down the hall.
Tyler was on his way over, but he’d have knocked. Never had he just walked in my place even though he had a key. My house cleaner I’d cancelled for two weeks until all the shit settled.
I crept into the spare bedroom, which was closest to the front door. I didn’t hear anything. Nothing. Fuck.