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said into her ear.
A flash of fear and then an odd calm. Deacon tensed under her and then came, pulling her down into his lap even as he thrust up into her. “Mine,” he said again.
Somehow, Rayka believed him.
Chapter 12
They didn’t even make it to the bed. They devoured the lukewarm food and then curled up on the sofa. The fire was dying and Rayka was out cold. She had nestled down against his chest, his arm crooked around her. She snored lightly, and he grinned down into her sleeping face. She would have a fit if she knew she snored.
Deacon smoothed her hair off of her forehead and bent to kiss her softly. She would have something smart to say if she saw him do that. More than once as they had eaten, she had teased him for his gruffness. What he felt around her was an ease. But he didn’t say it. Couldn’t admit that to anyone, to a degree, not even to himself. It was no effort to spend time with Rayka. He didn’t struggle to think of conversation or find ways to engage her. Whether discussing the dreaded Mrs. Shapiro, The Good, the Sweet, and the Yummy , or the impending name change of said shop, being with her was effortless. Something Deacon would have to adjust to. Mostly he struggled through the date to get to the sex. He neither sought, nor had he found, anything that resembled an emotional connection.
This intense and seemingly instantaneous connection with her was unnerving, and very few things unnerved him. In most situations, if brains didn’t get you through, brawn would. If that failed, a combination of the two would always work. With her, he seemed to be running on what he felt in his chest and his cock. His heart strings seemed directly wired to this crazy, quirky designer.
“What are you doing?” she mumbled when he kissed her again. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it. He kissed her once more between the eyes.
“I believe the kids are calling it kissing these days.”
“Uncle,” she mumbled and snuggled closer, her breasts mashing against his bare chest. How many times can you make love to a woman in one night and still suffer an insane want of her?
“What do you mean?” The fire was almost out. Just a bright orange and red glow with only the slightest blue flickering flame.
“I mean,” she said softly, “that if you try to, um...”
“Fuck you?” he said just to feel her go tense and then hear her easy laughter.
“Yes. That. If you try to do that again, you’ll kill me. It would be the best way to die, I’m sure, but I’m so sore. In a very, very good way, but still. Very sore.”
“Don’t worry. I’m happy. I do have one or two manners in my arsenal.”
She laughed. “More than that. Do you want to go up to bed?”
“The fire is nice,” he said. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to break the spell if that’s what this was.
“You sure? We need our rest. Tomorrow is a big day. We have to rest up.”
“Why a big day?” Deacon ran his hand down her back. He cupped the swell of her bottom and played his fingers over the welts that still stood out on her flesh.
Rayka moaned against his chest and pushed her body closer to his. She liked that. She liked the after-pain and the feel of his hand on her marks. And Deacon liked that she liked it. He kissed her hair.
“Mrs. Shapiro’s party, of course.”
“Yeah, about that,” he said, trying not to laugh.
“Oh no! No, no, no! It’s all your fault. You will be there, Deacon. No doubt. Spank me, tie me up, whip me, drag me around by my hair, but you are coming.”
“Careful how you phrase things.” In his head he heard her lilting voice again, tie me up . Definitely on the menu but he would keep that to himself.
Rayka reached down and slid her palm along his cock. A gentle touch. Already awakening, it twitched in her hand. “Jezaloo. You are a machine. Are you human?” she snorted.
“Yep, all man.”
“Yeah, but most men can’t...I mean they don’t...they aren’t so
A flash of fear and then an odd calm. Deacon tensed under her and then came, pulling her down into his lap even as he thrust up into her. “Mine,” he said again.
Somehow, Rayka believed him.
Chapter 12
They didn’t even make it to the bed. They devoured the lukewarm food and then curled up on the sofa. The fire was dying and Rayka was out cold. She had nestled down against his chest, his arm crooked around her. She snored lightly, and he grinned down into her sleeping face. She would have a fit if she knew she snored.
Deacon smoothed her hair off of her forehead and bent to kiss her softly. She would have something smart to say if she saw him do that. More than once as they had eaten, she had teased him for his gruffness. What he felt around her was an ease. But he didn’t say it. Couldn’t admit that to anyone, to a degree, not even to himself. It was no effort to spend time with Rayka. He didn’t struggle to think of conversation or find ways to engage her. Whether discussing the dreaded Mrs. Shapiro, The Good, the Sweet, and the Yummy , or the impending name change of said shop, being with her was effortless. Something Deacon would have to adjust to. Mostly he struggled through the date to get to the sex. He neither sought, nor had he found, anything that resembled an emotional connection.
This intense and seemingly instantaneous connection with her was unnerving, and very few things unnerved him. In most situations, if brains didn’t get you through, brawn would. If that failed, a combination of the two would always work. With her, he seemed to be running on what he felt in his chest and his cock. His heart strings seemed directly wired to this crazy, quirky designer.
“What are you doing?” she mumbled when he kissed her again. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it. He kissed her once more between the eyes.
“I believe the kids are calling it kissing these days.”
“Uncle,” she mumbled and snuggled closer, her breasts mashing against his bare chest. How many times can you make love to a woman in one night and still suffer an insane want of her?
“What do you mean?” The fire was almost out. Just a bright orange and red glow with only the slightest blue flickering flame.
“I mean,” she said softly, “that if you try to, um...”
“Fuck you?” he said just to feel her go tense and then hear her easy laughter.
“Yes. That. If you try to do that again, you’ll kill me. It would be the best way to die, I’m sure, but I’m so sore. In a very, very good way, but still. Very sore.”
“Don’t worry. I’m happy. I do have one or two manners in my arsenal.”
She laughed. “More than that. Do you want to go up to bed?”
“The fire is nice,” he said. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to break the spell if that’s what this was.
“You sure? We need our rest. Tomorrow is a big day. We have to rest up.”
“Why a big day?” Deacon ran his hand down her back. He cupped the swell of her bottom and played his fingers over the welts that still stood out on her flesh.
Rayka moaned against his chest and pushed her body closer to his. She liked that. She liked the after-pain and the feel of his hand on her marks. And Deacon liked that she liked it. He kissed her hair.
“Mrs. Shapiro’s party, of course.”
“Yeah, about that,” he said, trying not to laugh.
“Oh no! No, no, no! It’s all your fault. You will be there, Deacon. No doubt. Spank me, tie me up, whip me, drag me around by my hair, but you are coming.”
“Careful how you phrase things.” In his head he heard her lilting voice again, tie me up . Definitely on the menu but he would keep that to himself.
Rayka reached down and slid her palm along his cock. A gentle touch. Already awakening, it twitched in her hand. “Jezaloo. You are a machine. Are you human?” she snorted.
“Yep, all man.”
“Yeah, but most men can’t...I mean they don’t...they aren’t so
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