Letting You Know (43 page)

Deacon
pulled the cell closer, sighing. “Not sure where we are, but
we're fine. I've got a small bump, nothing bad. Nicholas, the snow is
coming down pretty hard. I can't see anything, my guess is we're off
the road somewhere between exit six and exit ten on route ninety
five.”

“
You're
still a good five hours away,” he said, “if you're right,
I mean. Listen, hang tight, and I'll just—”

“
Wait,”
I piped up, placing my fingers on Deacon's shoulder. “Nicholas,
don't try to come driving out here. You've got one good hand!

“
I'll
wake up Bethany, she can drive my dad's truck.”

“
This
weather is awful, you'll just get into an accident, too,” I
snapped.

“
So
what am I supposed to do, then?”

“
When
the snow slows,” Deacon answered, “I'll check the car
out, we might be able to keep driving. For now, we just... we wanted
someone to know what happened.”

Chuckling,
Nicholas must have flopped back onto his bed; we both heard the loud
springs. “You know, if her car is mucked up, Bethany is going
to be pissed.”

“
We
know,” Deacon said with a grim smile.

“
Alright,”
Nicholas muttered, sounding exhausted. “I guess sit tight,
then, and let me know what's going on. I'd say Merry Christmas, but
lucky you, you just missed that.”

Giggling,
I shook my head slowly. “Thanks, Nicholas. We'll talk to you
soon.”

“
Yeah,”
Deacon agreed. “Everything will be fine. Bye, brother.”

“Yeah, fine. Bye, guys. Be safe.”

The
phone clicked, ending the call. Leaning away, I watched Deacon shove
the device into his pocket roughly. “Well, we did that much.
Guess we really do have to just wait, now.”

Inclining
my head, I slid against him in the dark, our bodies illuminated by
the ghostly haze of the snow outside. Pressed together, his fingers
sliding up and down my upper arm, it was hard not to purr.

“
At
least we've got a great view of the snow,” he mumbled. “It's
kind of lovely.”

“
True.
What should we do while we wait for it to stop, though?”

Taking
my chin gently, his response was a soft kiss on my eager lips. I was
already getting chilly as the heat faded from the inside of the car.

Anything
warmer was welcome.

Crawling
on top of him, my back pressing into the wheel, I didn't break our
kiss. His hands fumbled with my scarf, pulling me closer.

“
Wait.”
Leaning back, I looked into his hungry eyes. “The back seat.”

Taking
the cue, he helped me off of him, the two of us scrambling into the
wider space. I'd barely touched the cushions before Deacon pressed me
down, his weight resting over me.

Our
clothes were yanked, ripped away enough so we could reach the
important parts. Places we kept hidden from others, but hungered for
our own skin to connect with.

His
chest ground against my breasts, eliciting a groan. In the darkness,
I could still see our breath making steam in the air.

Our
second time having sex in a car,
I mused. “Hold on,” I hushed, an idea spiking me with
guilt.

“
What?”
He asked, soft lips trailing along my stomach. Moaning, I arched into
him, thrilling at the sensation.

My
fingers ran through his hair, our eyes meeting. I could sense the raw
desire in him, it mirrored mine so well. “Is this... is this
okay? This is Bethany's car.”

“
She
won't know,” he assured me, wearing a tiny smirk. “Relax,
how else can we stay warm?”

Rolling
my eyes, my amusement vanished the moment he slid my jeans off my
hips.

He's
too good at this, he knows I don't really want to stop.

His
thumbs traced over the edges of my panties, outlining the material
lightly. He had a feather touch when he wanted, and a vice grip when
needed. “You didn't actually want to stop, did you?”

“
No,”
I said quickly, flushing at my own admission. “Of course not.
Don't tease.”

“
Yes,
ma’am,” he chuckled. In the dark, I heard the snow
tickling the car. It battled the sound of him rustling in his pocket,
digging out a little foil packet.

It
wasn't even cool from the temperature, but if it had been, our bodies
would have quickly warmed it up.

Lowering
himself over me, Deacon stole another kiss. His tongue followed the
shape of my lower lip, his nose nuzzling mine.

He
didn't bother to remove my underwear, he shoved them aside, entering
me with a low groan.

Rolling
my hips up, I closed the distance, wanting to feel all of him. “God,
Deacon,” I gasped, circling my arms around his broad back.

The
inside of the car was humid, boiling with our bodies and the energy
in our cores. Easily, we matched a insatiable rhythm, no one around
to even catch a hint of our voices.

“
Deacon,
that's...”

Hissing
through clenched teeth, he pushed me down on the back seat, grinding
hard into my skin. My fingers felt every muscle in his shoulders,
rippled down his spine.

When
he thrust, I felt it, inside and out.

“
Leah,”
he breathed, hot on my ear, “I love you, I just...”

“
I
know,” I whispered, gasping louder than the connection of our
bodies. “I love you too, I love you! I'm... god, I won't ever
get sick... of saying that!”

His
chuckle was brief, won over by an animal-like growl.

Tasting
sweat, breathing delirium, and I only wanted more.

Every
part of me thrilled, knowing that the rising tide of our climax was
coming. Faster, we moved, no longer making words.

Our
voices became panting moans, but that was fine, our flesh knew what
it wanted.

Behind
my eyes, I saw a rush of colors, far brighter than the snow clawing
outside. With a final, shuddering squeal, my muscles tensed. Holding
Deacon like I never wanted him to leave, I trembled with his last
thrusts.

He
let himself relax on me, damp hair tickling my cheek. Turning, I
reached for his chin. He needed little coaxing, twisting to meet my
inquisitive kiss.

Through
half-shut eyes, I gave him a tired smile. “I really do love
you, you know.”

His
lips pressed to my forehead, voice thrumming through my bone and
blood, nestling in my mind. “I know. I love you so much, Leah.
More than I could ever imagine.”

Tucking
my head against him, snuggling close to lavish in our body heat, I
knew he was right... but only because I felt the same.

I
love Deacon more than even I thought it was possible to love one
person.

The
snow gave up before the sun even started to rise. Together, we pushed
the doors open, though they yawned angrily against us. It took
everything to break the sticky ice keeping us trapped.

Chattering
my teeth, I hugged my arms and stepped out into the deep drifts.
“Look,” my finger pointed over to the road, “we
didn't go that far, just over the slope there.”

“
We
got lucky,” Deacon noted, standing beside me with a tight
frown. “Come on, let's clean the car off. Bethany has a scraper
in the trunk.”

Together,
we cleared the snow and frost off the SUV. I pushed huge waves of it
off the roof and hood with my arms, even smoothing it clean from the
windshield.

We
found, amazingly, almost no damage to the car itself. “How the
hell did we manage this?” Deacon laughed, scratching the back
of his neck. “And you're always calling yourself unlucky.”

My
answer was a beet-red blush.

“
Now
we need to push it up this little hill,” he murmured, squinting
at the prospect. “We might need to shovel some of this before
we can do that, or we'll just slip.”

Pushing
up my sleeves, I nodded. “Then let's do it. We might even still
make it to our flight on time.”

“
Impossible,”
he shrugged, holding the snow shovel between us. “There's no
way.”

“
Didn't
you just call me lucky?” I asked, leaning up to plant a kiss on
his glowing nose. Surprised, he didn't fight when I took the shovel.

Yes,
I mused, digging away at the heavy white drifts and clearing a path,
thinking
about it now, I may actually be lucky, after all.

How
else could I have ended up with someone like Deacon Day in my life?

He
turned the car on, aiming the headlights up the slope. “Now the
question is, can I push this thing over this hill?”

“
You
want me to steer?” I asked, clambering over, sticking the
shovel in the trunk and closing it. My fingers were numb from the wet
slush.

He
made a low noise in his throat. “I guess that's how we'll have
to do it. Okay, get in, and I'll push from behind.”

Rolling
the driver-side window down, I leaned out, watching him. “Tell
me when!”

“
Now!”
He shouted, disappearing as he forced all of his weight against the
back of the SUV. I felt the car shift, my foot grinding into the gas
pedal. “Wait, Leah!”

I
could barely hear his voice over the engine.

Tearing
up the slope, I shouted with glee. I eased on the brakes once the car
trundled over the lip of the flat road. Laughing, my eyes sought out
Deacon. “We did it! Look!”

Spotting
him, standing there at the bottom of the hill with both snow and mud
stuck to him from front to boots, I was shocked. Too shocked to
stifle my amazed laughter.

“
It's
not that funny,” he stated, smirking on his way to the car.

My
only response was to cover my mouth, muffling my ridiculous snort.

Deacon
reached for me when I stepped out of the car, pushing me against the
door frame wickedly. It would have been sexy, if he wasn't trying to
get grime on my face. “No! No, please!” I cried, still
giggling.

“
You're
lucky I'm not as cruel as I could be,” he chuckled, brushing
the smudge off of my skin.

“
True.”
Kissing his lips, the one place that seemed free of filth, I reached
behind me. “I, however...” The handful of snow from the
roof of the car smashed nicely onto his hair.