Perfect Chaos

by Nashoda Rose

  “What’s wrong?”

  Vic got out of the backseat and shut the door.

  Tyler’s hand came down on my shoulder. “You did good, princess.” Then he slapped Deck on the arm. “You, too, Boss. Thought you might lose it when she touched his arm.”

  Deck grunted.

  Tyler chuckled then winked at me, hopped out and jogged to Vic’s car.

  “Deck?”

  “Kai saw London.”

  I didn’t want to know, but I knew it was important to face whatever we were getting into with my head clear. Burying the bad shit wouldn’t do me any good. “Is that all he said?” Deck may try to protect me, but he wouldn’t lie.

  “No. We don’t have much time. She needs out soon.”

  “Oh, God.” That wasn’t good.

  Deck reached over and squeezed my hand. “Kai is going to France. He says he needs to do something before we go after Vault. I don’t know what, but until he returns we keep who Tristan is under wraps. I don’t trust either of them.”

  Neither did I.

  Deck drove us back to his loft and it was quiet. I think we were both thinking about London and Connor and what would happen to them. Wondering if we could get them out and if we’d be able to stop Vault. I did feel a little more hopeful with Tristan on our side. If he escaped, then maybe others could.

  I changed my clothes when we got back then came out to the living room to see Deck standing looking out onto the terrace. I came up beside him and he pulled me in front of him then wrapped his arms around me.

  “You were good tonight. And looked sexy as hell.”

  “Surprising since someone made me wear a baggy, black shirt.” I smirked, he growled and I could feel his hard cock pushed into my back. “I lost fifty bucks tonight, too.”

  He turned me around in his arms then pressed me against the sliding glass door. “What?”

  I ran my finger over his tense jaw. “Vic won. I had you at three minutes, tops.”

  “Jesus,” Deck muttered.

  “You weren’t jealous?” I had expected Deck to keep his cool because … well, Deck was damn good at keeping his cool. But I had anticipated a bit of jealousy in him. From what I got so far, he hadn’t even been affected.

  He grabbed my chin and it was harsh, mimicking the look in his eyes. “When are you getting that nothing touches this—us? There isn’t a man in this fuckin’ universe who could take you from me.” The darkness in his eyes changed and smoldering heat flared. “I didn’t get jealous because it will never happen. You’ll never leave me and I sure as hell won’t be letting you go.”

  I smiled. “Pretty sure of yourself.”

  He ground against me. “I’m sure of us.”

  I curled my hand around the back of his neck. “So am I, baby.”

  Then his mouth took mine in a forceful kiss and I submitted to it—to him. There was gentle, sweet Deck and hard, ruthless Deck.

  This was ruthless. I craved every part of it as his hand tangled in my hair and yanked my head back so he could kiss my neck and then bite my skin so hard I cried out. His tongue quickly soothed it with a warm, velvety touch.

  He yanked me away from the door and we crashed in a mess of limbs on the floor, Deck being careful to take the brunt of the fall. He ripped off my top and my hands tore at his. There was no gentleness in what we both needed; it was wild urgency. It was only with trust in one another we could let go like this. I gave every part of me to him and he was doing the same.

  I loved that we had that. The fierce and the tender … the crazy need in us refusing to be sated. I heard the tear of his shirt as it finally gave way to my hands and it hung open so I could run my hands over his chest.

  “Baby, jeans.” I had my hands down his pants, hand gripping his cock and pulling upward.

  He groaned. “Easy.” He was off me in a second as he yanked my black pants off and threw them aside. My pink thong went with them and he stared at me for a second before he grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders. “You good?”

  “Fuck, yeah.” I collapsed back as his tongue swept over my clit and then he started suckling and tasting as intense quivers soared through me. “Deck. Fuck me.” I was falling fast and so turned on I was teetering on the edge.

  “That’s it.” His drove two fingers inside me and I arched in pain at the sudden intrusion, but at the same time, I loved every second of it. “Come for me, babe.” He suckled hard on my clit and I screamed out as my body released, legs trembling as wave after wave shot through me.

  He slowly pushed his fingers in and out of me while I came back down, the twinges like electrical shocks still pulsing inside.

  “Fuck.” He pulled his fingers out of me and I opened my eyes, still breathing hard as he moved up to run his glistening fingers over my lips. “Taste yourself. It’s fuckin’ heaven.”

  I didn’t hesitate and opened my mouth so he could slip them inside, the sweet scent of me on them. “Mmmm.”

  “Fuck, Georgie. That’s hot as hell.” He yanked his fingers out of my mouth, and then pushed back and had his jeans off in seconds. He grabbed my hands and wrenched my arms above my head so I was stretched out like a cat. “Your back?”

  “Damn it, it’s fine. Just fuck me.”

  Then he was kissing me again, our mouths harsh against one another, both of us tasting me on our lips. It was so erotic and hot and I wanted him to fuck me so badly.

  I was quick and he wasn’t expecting it as I pushed up hard with my right hip and sent him forward, loosening his grip on my wrists. Keeping with the momentum, I rolled so I was on top of him.

  “I’m fucking you tonight.” Then I took hold of his cock and held it while I slammed down on top of him. He groaned. I did it again and again until he forced me to stay down on top of him, rocking my hips.

  “Georgie. Babe.” His fingers dug into my hips as I moved up and down on his cock, the slapping of our skin, the panting, our moans pushing us faster and harder.

  “Enough!” Deck yelled and within a second, he had me on my back again, trapped beneath his weight. He grabbed my chin and I met his eyes. “You and I … this doesn’t end. Ever.”

  “I know.” I smiled. I knew he was saying it because he was feeling what I was at the moment—disbelief that after so many years we got our real. Then my smile turned into a gasp as he shoved his cock back inside me.

  “Scream for me,” he ordered as he thrust fiercely, his eyes locked on mine.

  I didn’t need him to tell me as I felt my body’s release at his thrust. “Deck!” I cried out as a burst of ecstasy swam through every inch of me to settle deep between my legs. Deck pumped three more times before he joined me, groaning loudly. I felt his body quiver and shake over me and watched as his expression tightened, eyes closed, head back as if in pain.

  He lazily slipped in and out of me a few more times while I stroked up and down his arms. When he opened his eyes, my breath hitched.

  It was the lightness I rarely got to see. All the shit he had seen, the loss, the deaths—it was wiped away for those few seconds he was in my arms. Then he was kissing my bruised lips again, but this time it was gentle and sweet, a slow warmth bringing us back down to where we needed to be.

  When he stopped kissing me, he rolled onto his back, one hand beneath his head while the other brought me with him and kept me locked against his side. We lay still and silent, while our breathing slowed and we got our emotions back in control.

  I lay my cheek on his chest, my hand resting on his abdomen, drawing little circles. “I got us in some serious shit.”

  He huffed and I felt his hands in my hair as he caressed me. “None of this is your fault. They handpicked Connor. You’re collateral. No matter what decision you made, it would’ve been the same outcome. All of it was to make certain Connor became theirs and to make certain it stays that way. What we need to find out is why him.”

  “You think we can ever bring him back?” I knew Deck wouldn’t lie to me and I held my breath waitin
g for his answer.

  “Even if we did, I don’t know if you’d even recognize the man anymore, Georgie. Connor was a good guy. He cared about every innocent life in this fuckin’ harsh world. He’d have given his life for a perfect stranger. Shit, he risked his life for strangers every day. Countless times he risked his life for some kid caught in the middle of a shit storm. That was him.” He hesitated and I tilted my head to look up at him. “Babe, chances are he doesn’t want out now.”

  I tried to swallow, but my throat was so tight it hurt. Tears filled my eyes and it was for the loss of Connor because he had died the second they took him. My brother was dead and that was what Deck was preparing me for if we ever saw him again.

  “We need to read his journal.”

  “Yeah,” I whispered as I kissed his chest.

  “We lay low for now. We plan. Then when the time is right, we go after them.”

  I moved up his body until my mouth was inches from his. “Promise me you won’t let them have you, too.”

  “Can’t make that kind of promise, Georgie.”

  I closed my eyes and nodded.

  He kissed the single tear that escaped. “Babe, I waited ten years for us. I’ll do what it takes to keep us together.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “And only one person can ever truly have me, Georgie, and that is you.”

  Sunday brunch, four weeks later

  “SWEETPEA?”

  “Rainbow,” Deck replied.

  I laughed and smacked him in the chest. He started calling me that when I dyed my hair again. I knew he didn’t like the blue, so I surprised him a few weeks ago. Now, I had pink tips with a few stray strands of purple. “You need a bigger terrace.”

  Deck’s brows rose and his mouth twitched which had me standing on my tiptoes and kissing the corners. His arm hooked around my waist and he drew me hard against him. He whispered in my ear and shivers sprinkled like blooming wildflowers across my skin. “Penthouse with a plunge pool not big enough for you?”

  I was being sarcastic and he knew it. I pretty much lived here now. Actually, we were looking to rent out my place since I was never there. There hadn’t really been a discussion on where we’d live. It was Deck telling me I was moving in and me conceding because shit, who wouldn’t want to live in a penthouse with a plunge pool? “Not really. Is there something above a penthouse? Something a little nicer. More … I don’t know, classier.”

  He snorted and bit the lobe of my ear. “Yeah, it’s called Heaven. And you’re not going there anytime soon. You’ll have to make do with our lowly penthouse.” I loved that he called it ours. He nodded to the terrace where our friends were. “And they don’t mind the new location of our Sunday brunch.”

  “That’s because they’re too scared of you to say anything.”

  He growled, but it turned into a chuckle.

  “Sweet mother of fuck. Deck chuckles? I need to blow a horn. We need an announcement.” Crisis, the bass guitarist of Tear Asunder, sauntered into the kitchen grinning ear to ear. “Guess no more grabbing her perfect ass. Have to make do with Haven’s, only single chick left in the group.”

  I laughed because touching Haven was off-limits. First of all, Ream would kill him because Haven was his twin sister and Crisis was a cocky, arrogant womanizer. Secondly, from the limited times I’d met Haven, I was betting she’d snap his neck if he even tried it. The girl was cold, like ice cold, although it was deceiving considering she looked like an angel.

  “I dare you to try it, smarty-pants,” I said.

  Crisis wiggled his brows and his arrogant grin broadened. “Oh, I did when we got back a few days ago.” He pointed to his slightly bruised cheekbone. “She has one hell of a punch. But I’m good with a little rough and tumble. I’ll be tasting her before the week …” His voice trailed off when he noticed Deck shaking his head and me wincing.

  Crisis swore beneath his breath and sighed.

  “You fuckin’ go near my sister, you’re dead.” Ream slammed his fist into the back of Crisis’ shoulder. “Shut the fuck up about it, man.”

  “Need any help …” Kat came in and stopped abruptly as she looked from Crisis to Ream. Then she sighed, went up to her fiancé and slid her arms around his waist from behind before she kissed his neck. “Baby, get the orange juice.”

  I smiled when I saw the tension ease out of Ream. He shot Crisis another glare before going to the fridge, taking out the orange juice and walking back out to the terrace where Logan, Emily, Kite, Vic, Tyler and Matt were. Josh opted out on the invitation and this was the first time Vic and Tyler had come.

  Deck kissed me on the mouth then let me go, picked up the tray of fruits and brought them outside. Kat sank down onto a bar stool, smiling with a glimmer of laughter in her eyes. “Girl, I never thought I’d see the day. You and Deck … holy smokin’. Deck always scared the shit out of me. Shit, he still does, even when he kisses you like he’s all sweet ‘n stuff.” She jumped up and down in her seat. “Oh, my God, Vic …” She lowered her voice. “You see those arms? I swear he must have an eight-pack beneath that t-shirt. Almost willing to push him in the pool so I can see them against his wet shirt.” She lowered her voice. “But Jesus, I swear he is—”

  “Scary as hell,” Emily finished as she came out of the bathroom. Her arm came around me and she kissed my check. “I don’t even want to know what that guy does for Deck.”

  It was great having Kat and Emily back, especially now that I felt … well, free to be myself. They’d never know about Vault or Connor—that would only put them at risk—but we’d curbed the drinking cover story. Kai wasn’t pleased, but Deck told him too bad.

  “I asked him to fuck me in the shower.”

  Both Kat and Emily’s mouths dropped open and stared at me as if I had two heads.

  “You think he looks scary now … damn, that cupcake made my vagina shrink up and hide. He shoved me against the wall then put his hand around my throat and squeezed.” I had their rapt attention. “I’m thinking he doesn’t like teasing.”

  “Shit.”

  “Jesus.”

  “Deck know?” Emily asked.

  I shook my head. “Are you kidding me? Deck threw a punch at Tyler because I …” I winced, thinking about my stupid remark. “This was before we were together and I was pissed at him.”

  “Like usual,” Kat said.

  I smiled. “So, I said something about Tyler and me fucking.”

  Emily gasped. Kat laughed.

  “Tyler landed on his ass.”

  “Mouse, you coming?” Logan popped his head in from the terrace. He winked at me and I smiled.

  “Girl gossip, Logan. You and Ream stole my girls for months. We’re busy comparing dicks.”

  “Fuck,” he groaned. Then he slammed the screen door shut and I heard him say, “They’re comparing our fuckin’ dicks in there.”

  Tyler and Crisis laughed their asses off and I saw Deck scowling, but when his eyes met mine, he grinned.

  He knew me. He knew I spewed bullshit and he loved me anyway. Deck loved me. He always had. I bit my lower lip as I thought of his cock inside me this morning. That was how I woke up: him behind me, pushing inside. It was so hot waking up to him like that.

  “Earth to Georgie.” Emily squeezed my shoulders.

  “She’s thinking about Deck’s cock,” Kat said. “So, is he controlling in bed?”

  “Is Ream?” I knew the answer. Ream was crazy obsessed with Kat, to the point of needing therapy kind of obsessed, but it worked for them.

  Kat moaned. “He plays me like a hard rock song and that’s all I’m telling.”

  Emily and I laughed.

  “Babe. Now. Meat is ready.” Deck was at the screen door now. He raised his brows then walked back to the BBQ where Logan and Ream were pulling the meat off the burner.

  I sighed as a wave of heat hit me. I needed a dip in the plunge pool. I didn’t think I’d ever stop wanting or needing him. Shit, I’d wanted him since I was sixteen and that had never
faltered despite my best efforts.

  Emily walked over and grabbed the carafe of coffee. “I don’t care if he looks less uptight now he’s with you. That guy scares me and I’m not pissing him off.”

  Kat got up and grabbed plates. “And Vic looks hungry.”

  That got us all moving as we laughed and went outside to join the men. It was Tyler and Crisis who hit it off, probably because they both wouldn’t shut up about themselves: Tyler and his ability to pick up women and Crisis with the way he stroked his guitar. We all knew he wasn’t talking about stroking a guitar.

  We ate and laughed, and even Vic managed a half-ass smile—or maybe it was a twitch. “So we finally get to see Deck’s place. Been holding out on us, Deck,” Emily said.

  “Yeah, man. Seriously, we could have some serious parties here.” Crisis said.

  “We live on a farm,” Kite said. He was playing with his eyebrow piercing as he sat relaxed with his legs out in worn-out jeans and barefoot. He was head to toe tatted up—well, not his face, but he did have one crawling up the back of his neck into his hair. Kite was quiet and sexy as hell. Kind of the mysterious unknown because he rarely spoke and yet it wasn’t because he was shy. Actually, I had the impression Kite was more confident than any of the guys in the band.

  “And I own a bar,” Matt added. “Sis, convince Logan to play at Avalanche again. For old times’ sake. He owes me.”

  Kat laughed. “Yeah, well, you did punch him in our driveway once for dating Emily. Then attacked Ream in the parking lot of my doctor’s office. Not really a good way to get a band to come to your bar by beating up the band members.”

  “Babe, he didn’t beat me up,” Ream protested, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her onto his lap. “If I recall, I kicked his ass.”

  Matt scoffed and shoved his plate away then leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “You kicked shit all.”

  “Shit all is right. Might want to beef up a bit, buddy. Next time, I might not be so kind.” Ream laughed.