The Perfection of Love (17 page)

In the morning I always get up early so I left Deacon sleeping my bed and went downstairs to make us some breakfast.  I was starving and I put that down to the intense workout I had the night before.  This time I heard Deacon when he tried to creep up behind me so I turned just in time just to catch him on his lips with a perfectly timed kiss.

“I like what you’ve got on.”  I’d put on a babydoll I’d bought ages ago but never worn, hoping that Deacon might at least appreciate this choice of clothing and maybe not rip it.  His look was hungry and I knew it wasn’t for food.  He pulled me through to the living and bent me over the arm of the sofa.  His hand reached between my legs.  “Hmmmmm already wet for me.”  I’d gone from casually cooking breakfast to ready to be fucked on my sofa in less than sixty seconds.  I felt him pull his boxers down behind me and in one swift movement he filled me.  There was no part inside me that he wasn’t touching.   He filled me completely and it was the best feeling.  He used his body to cover mine and kissed me softly along my spine.  He was moving his hips slowly which was torture.  I arched my back to take him even deeper and he pulled back taking some of his cock with him before slamming back into me.  I would have shot across the sofa if he hadn’t held on to my shoulders to keep me in place.  Each stroke was measured and he kept changing the angle.  My head felt like it was going to combust.  I knew a huge orgasm was building and I wanted it so bad I was wriggling my bum to try and get him to move faster.  “Dana, I’m coming.  Come with me.”  There was no need to even ask the question.  I felt his head jerk up suddenly and I heard the reason why.  Keys in the door!  “Who the fuck is that?”  I couldn’t even think straight.  Deacon was still moving.  Oh shit.  “It’s Ma.  We’re meant to go shopping.”  Deacon still hadn’t stopped moving and I couldn’t stop the orgasm that was coming.  “You need to stall her.”  “You need to stop moving.”  I was giggling this was fucking hilarious but I was still bricking it.  I didn’t want anyone let alone my grandmother to see me in this position.  “No can do babe.  Either you stall or we’ve got a problem.”  Oh my God.  I turned to see he wasn’t joking.  “Ma is that you.”  I heard her shut the front door behind her.  “Yes Dana, are you ready to go shopping?”  Stall.  How the fuck was I going to stall?  “Um Ma don’t come in the living room yet. Ummmm Deacons here.  He’s just helping me fix something.” I heard him snort into my hair and the fucker still hadn’t finished.  “Oh ok dear.  Let me know when it’s safe.”  I could feel Deacons laughter against my back.  He stopped laughing and his strokes became long and hard.  I forgot about Ma being out there and bit down into one of my cushions to stifle my scream. 

When Deacon pulled out he didn’t move his body straight away.  He moved my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck while kneading my breasts.

“Deacon, you need to stop.  We need to work out we’re both going to get upstairs, get some clothes on and get back downstairs without my grandmother seeing us.”  He was paying my words no attention and kept up with his hand movements.  “Deacon I’m being serious.”  I tried to stand up and reluctantly he let me.

“So what’s your plan?”  Thankfully Deacon was pulling his boxers back up, although I did take a sneaky peak at what was between his legs.

I called out to Ma.  “Ma just stay in the dining room a second and shut the door.  Deacon sprayed some ummmm stuff in here which I don’t want you to inhale.  I’ll call you when you can come out.”

“Ok Dana.  Be careful.”

Once I heard the door click shut, Deacon and I bolted out the living room and silently went up the stairs.  I’d never got dressed so quickly in my life and that’s even with Deacon pulling my knickers back down as I pulled them up.  We got back downstairs just as quietly and went back into the living room.

“Ma, it’s safe to come out now.”  I heard her come out of the dining room and when she saw Deacon and I standing together she looked the happiest I’d seen her in a long time.  She pulled him in for a hug and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s so good to see you again Deacon.  I thought our little family blow up might have scared you off.  I should have known better.”  Then she turned to me.  “Dana, next time you’re getting frisky in your house make sure you put the deadbolt on or remember to cancel your plans for the day.  It’s rude to make your grandmother wait in another room while you’re entertaining a man.  Lying doesn’t suit you.”  She bustled off to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea while I prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

In t
he weeks that led up to the ball, Deacon and I spent almost every night together.  We’d go into work separately and leave the same way but then Deacon would come over once Jakey was asleep and go home before he woke up.  I still wasn’t ready for them to start developing a relationship.  In reality I’d only known Deacon a few months and I wasn’t convinced it was the right time for introductions that insinuated to Jakey that Deacon was a permanent fixture.  I know that Deacon had declared his intentions towards me but he could still change his mind.  Miranda was still upping her efforts to snare Deacon and for what I could tell, he was running out of ways to rebuff her advances short of telling her we were seeing each other.  I’d asked Deacon not to mention it to anyone at the university.  He hadn’t understood why I would want to hide it but I had explained that my career was important to me and if I was being talked about I wanted it to be for my work and not my sexual activities.  He wasn’t happy about this at all and it pissed him off further when I avoided any physical contact with him at the university and only talked to him about work.

By the time the evening of the Winter Ball came I realized I had fully fallen for Deacon.  The public intimacy was my issue.  It was a way of me not fully committing to him.  If it turned out his feelings changed for me then at least everyone at the university wouldn’t know and I could miss the humiliation of everyone knowing he had rejected me.

As usual when I had an event to attend, I brought Lana out shopping with me to pick something to wear.

“So what look are we going for this year?  You’ve done plain, boring and just hardcore dull so far.  Do you want to go for drab this year?  She was laying down on the seats in the changing room of one of the boutiques we had gone into.

“No Lana.  I want you to help me pick a dress that says ‘hey Deacon, we’ve been sleeping together for weeks and I know I’ve been a bitch and kept you at arms length but I’m ready to invest in us and this body by the way is solely for your use to do with what you will’.  So can you help me with that”?  Lana sat completely upright now and watching me with interest.

“Wahoo!  Fun Dana is back.  I knew all it would take is something rock hard and long like a pole to turn your gears and return my sister to me.  YAY!”  She was clapping her hands like a seal and people were now starting to look.  Not that Lana would ever care who was watching her.  “Red!  We’re going to go with red and it’s going to be tight to accentuate your curves.  We need something with a sexy neckline to show off your new boobs as well.  You must thank Jakey for those bad boys he left you with.

We went to five more stores before we found the dress for me that Lana deemed perfect.  Lana was doing her happy dance that she did whenever she knew she’d excelled herself in picking an outfit.  The best way I could describe was something like the Truffle Shuffle that Chunk does in that film, The Goonies.  Not sexy or cute to watch.

Deacon’s reaction when I opened the door to him reconfirmed that Lana had indeed outdone herself in picking something for me to wear.  He looked me up and down once, then blew past me grabbing my hand along the way and led me upstairs.  I was undressed in less than sixty seconds flat.  I had to keep reminding him not to tear my dress as I had nothing else to wear but all he could mutter was.  “Don’t care.  Don’t want to go anymore.”

“Deacon we’re going to be late and we’re both representatives for the faculty.”  I don’t think I said that with any conviction whatsoever.  Once he got my dress off his hands and mouth were everywhere and I couldn’t concentrate.  When he pushed me away I was confused until realized what had caught his attention.  BAM.  Underwear choice was paying off.  Thank you Agent Provocateur.  Lana had treated me to the Mercy corset and thong set and claimed that I would owe her.  By the look on Deacons face I more than owed her.

“I didn’t think you were an underwear man Deacon.” I was teasing him.  For every hand he placed on my body I removed it and tried to avoid contact.

“When did I tell you that?  Do you have more of these things?”  I had a feeling that if I said no I would find my bedroom filled with them by the end of tomorrow.

“Deacon I had on underwear like this the first time we had sex.  You didn’t pay any attention to that set.”  I was pouting as I remembered he’d been more than careless with my favorite set of underwear.

“I was preoccupied.  I’ll replace it.  Now woman shut up and get on the bed.”  The way he backed me up I had no choice.  I was like a prime rib steak chucked in front of a hungry lion and I was pretty sure I was about to be eaten.

When we arrived at the ball my hair was nowhere near as immaculate as it had looked before Deacon arrived at my house and the culprit behind the mess looked utterly pleased with himself.  We drew a few looks that made me feel slightly uncomfortable.  Did people know we were sleeping together?  I was used to seeing women fawning over Deacon.  His accent alone had them swooning.  I was also used to the odd look in my direction as well but for some reason people were looking at us a little longer than normal and it made me want to hide behind Deacon.  I was not a fan of attention like this at all. 

Deacon discretely leant down and whispered in my ear, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“People are staring.  Do I have toilet paper stuck to my shoe or something?” Deacon laughed at me and not quietly either which drew a little more attention to us.

“Baby, they’re watching you because you’ve got a hot red dress on that is showing off every inch of your body.  The men are watching you because they’d give their right arm to be standing where I am and the women are watching you because they want to claw your eyes out because their men are watching you.”

“Say what?”  He couldn’t be serious.

“Don’t worry baby.  I’ll be your knight tonight and shield you from unwanted attention.  That is, if you’re ok with the possibility of public displays of affection.”  He wasn’t smiling any more.  He was looking at me deeply hurt.  That last question had more meaning than his light tone had implied.  What Deacon was asking me was whether I was ready to go public with our relationship and in turn commit to him and invest myself wholly.  I’d know in my heart for a while now what I wanted to do and it was now time for me to show Deacon just how much he meant to me.  Lady Luck was on form tonight.  Just as I opened my mouth to tell Deacon how I felt, Colin and Miranda swanned over with champagne in their hands.  I didn’t even want to guess what those two were doing together.  Would it kill Colin to bring his wife with him and heaven forbid that Miranda should wear something below her knee.

“Dana, you look absolutely stunning.  And Deacon dapper as always.”  Colin scanned me from head to foot and his scheming grin appeared on his face.  “Deacon do you mind if I leave you with Miranda?  I just need to borrow Dana for a few minutes to talk to some interesting people here at the ball.  What that meant was he was going to parade me as a trophy researcher ad, hope that as I’m easy on the eye it distracts them while he talks them into signing cheques made out to the university.  Yuck!  Miranda better watch her back.  She’d already sidled up close to Deacon and had her arm draped across his chest trying her best to hold his attention.  It wasn’t only Mara who knew how to fight.  My gut clenched.  Deacon had wanted me to assure him that I was ready to be with him and be public about him.  Once again I hadn’t given him the answer he wanted.  In fact I hadn’t given him any answer which was worse.  It wasn’t long before I didn’t want Mitchell to touch me anymore and it wasn’t long after that that I didn’t miss the intimacy of being with a man. 

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I heard Mitchel
l drop his keys on the table in the kitchen.  The sound made me jump and I tensed straight away.  I curled into my ball as tight as I could as I made out the sounds of him taking his jacket off and making himself a drink.  I needed to relax my body so that it looked more natural when he came upstairs and actually believed that I was asleep.  Some nights if I was lucky and Jakey didn’t wake up or make too much noise I could get through a whole night without having to talk to Mitchell.  He left early in the morning for work so we had minimal conversation then if I timed going to the bathroom and making breakfast right.

I squeezed my eyes tight together when I heard the bedroom door creak open.  Mitchell took his time getting ready for bed.  Sometimes I think he did it on purpose because he knew I wasn’t asleep so he wanted to drag out what he probably knew was mental torture for me.  I felt his side of the bed dip and him get it.  He draped his arm over me and pulled my body close into him.  This was worse.  This was nice Mitchell.  This was the Mitchell who was going to want to sleep like this all night.  I’d been drawn in by this side of him so many times.  The promise that everything was going to be alright and things were going to get better.  I was learning that this wasn’t true.  Mitchell wasn’t going to change.  I don’t even think he thought he’d done wrong.  It was all my fault.  Everything that happened to me was of my own creation.