The Perfection of Love (22 page)

“A bit weird?”  He offered and I nodded in agreement.  “Have you ever had a guy stay over with you before?”

“Well Joe has stayed with us plenty of times before.”  I was playing dumb.  I knew exactly what he meant.

“Dana.”  I shook my head.  “Come and sit with me for a bit.”  I cautiously approached the bed and sat down with my back rigid against the headboard.  “Dana relax.  I wish you would tell me what happened between you and Jacob’s dad.  It’s hard to make someone feel better and fix a problem if you don’t know what the problem is in the first place.”  He had taken my hands into his and was circling his thumb over the top of my hand.  I studied Deacons face.  There was no hint of playfulness.  He wanted to know and I knew deep down that if we were to move any further forward then I needed to open myself up to him.  So I told him.   I told him the good, the bad and the ugly.  There were parts that opened emotionally wounds that cut so deep that I couldn’t control the tears that spilled but Deacon wiped away every one and pulled me closer and tighter into him and whispered words of comfort.

By the time I had got it all off my chest I was physically and emotionally exhausted.  The last thing I heard before I fell asleep in Deacons arms were “I wish I had been there for you Dana.  I would have never let him hurt a hair on your head.  I promise you that as long as I breathe I will love you and protect you.  I’m honored to have you and Jacob in my life and I’ll use every day to make sure you never forget that.   I never want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me again.  You’re the other half of my heart just let me love you.”  Any remaining tension that I held in my body disappeared with his last words and I hugged him because I felt like a weight had literally been lifted off of my shoulders.

“I love you Deacon.  Thank you for just being you.”  With that I fell into the most peaceful sleep I had had in years.

When I woke up I was alone in bed.  It was already morning and daylight was creeping in through the curtains.  I shot upright panicking.  I needed to get back to my own room before Jakey woke up and wanted to know why I’d slept in Deacons room.  Come to think of it, where was Deacon?  How was he able to creep out of bed so quietly and me not notice?  Questions for later.  Right now I needed to channel my inner La Femme Nikita and stalk back to my room.  As I opened up the bedroom door the waft of pancakes filled my nose and I followed the scent all the way downstairs automatically.  Pancakes were Jakey’s favorite breakfast.  He loved them with golden syrup or chocolate spread.  Between work and my love affair with my bed on my days off, I very rarely cooked pancakes but it seemed that he’d managed to rope someone into doing them this morning.  I crept down the stairs fully in stealth mode and peered round the doorframe to watch the activity in the kitchen.  Deacon was standing at the stove frying pancakes and tossing them like a professional with Jakey absolutely fascinated watching him as though his life depended on not missing one single action.

“Good morning you two.  Are you making pancakes for me as well?”  I strolled in to the kitchen, kissed Jakey on the head and took a seat next to him.  Deacon turned and gave me a smile then went back to his frying pan.

“Mum, Deacon’s making pancakes. I’ve had two already.  You were sleeping so we didn’t wake you.  You need to try them they’re amazing.”

“Sorry Dana, I heard Jacob getting up so we decided to let you have a rest in your comfy bed while we got on with breakfast.  Deacon emphasized ‘your’ and I took that to mean that Jakey didn’t know that I had fallen asleep with him last night.  Deacon put a plate of hot fluffy pancakes in front of my son and I and we both dug in.  I loved mine with sugar and apple sauce.  Chocked full of calories but so tasty it hurt.

The perks of my job was that I could work from home so I called Colin to let him know I’d be working from home for the week but I would be coming in to do my tutorials.  Once I dropped Jakey off at school and came back home I was ready to get on with some work in my home office.  It seemed however that Deacon had other plans and taking full advantage of his incapacitation, which seemed to come and go, was part of it.  He wasn’t downstairs where I’d left him when I looked around so I assumed he’d possibly gone back to bed.  I knocked on his bedroom door and poked just my head around the door when he told me to come in.  If he was resting I definitely didn’t want to disturb him.  When I did look Deacon was watching me intently.

“Sorry Deacon, I just wanted to make sure you were all right.  I’ll let you get some rest.”  He wasn’t wearing a shirt and although I’d had that chest on top and beneath me several times, I don’t think I’d paid as much attention to it as I was right now.  He was so defined and smooth.  I really did hate chest hair and Deacon didn’t have a strand.  His chest was perfect.  In fact his whole body was perfect.

“Dana, do you want me to get you a tissue to wipe that drool from the corner of your mouth or do you want to come over and see how it feels?”  Damn.  I’d gone into my head again and he’d caught me gawping at him.  I frowned.  He didn’t need to point it out.  Deacon smiled and then patted the bed.  “Come and lay with me for a while.  I got run over and I’m feeling sorry for myself so I need company.”  I walked over and laid down on the side that I’d fallen asleep on last night.  “This will never do.  You’ve got more clothes on than me.  You need to take them off.  I believe in equality.”  I arched an eyebrow at him but decided to play along with his game.  I sat up to take my top off.  Deacon’s eyes instantly flicked to my fingers and it occurred to me that this might be an opportune way to pay him back for the drool comment he had just made.  I took my time undoing each button and could barely contain my smirk at Deacons frustrated face.  By the time I got to the middle of my blouse, Deacons hand was reaching for me so I slapped his fingers away.  His head snapped up at that point.  “Why are you taking so long?”  His voice had dropped a tone and I could see the sexual need in his eyes.

I decided to play dumb.  “I’m not.  You’re just impatient.  I like this top and I don’t want to accidently snag it.”  Deacon huffed and sat back, allowing me to continue.  Once I’d finished my task with the buttons I started to take off my blouse painfully slow.  I think that pushed him over the edge as he whipped up and started taking my blouse of for me.  I was laughing so hard but he didn’t seem to find it funny.

“Damn cock tease.  You made your point.  Now come here.”  He pulled me closer to his body but he didn’t attempt to take anything further.  He moved so my head was nestled in the crook of his arm and began to trace circles over my stomach.  We began to talk about anything and everything.  Every now and then Deacon would pause and kiss the top of my head or the back of my hand while I spoke.  It suddenly occurred to me that for once I felt completely whole.  Although I loved Jakey with all my heart, I was missing a companion and a partner for myself and now I’d found it.  There was absolutely nothing missing in my life.

We spent the rest of the morning wrapped in each other’s arms and this became the routine every morning after I took Jakey to school.  When Friday came I had a little surprise waiting for Deacon.  I had ordered a nurses outfit to indulge his role play fantasy.  Ma always said ‘if you’re going to anything, never do it by halves’ so I went all out.  I had the dress the hat, the white fishnet stockings, hold-ups and some killer heels to finish off the outfit.  I did my normal knock on his room door and waited for him to say come in which was normally some variation ‘hurry up and get under the sheets with me’ or ‘stop knocking on the door doofus’.  It very much depended on how playful of a mood he was in.  I decided this time I was going to play so instead of walking in I pushed my leg through the crack in the door and wiggled my leg until I was sure he’d seen.

“What have you got on?”  His voice was thick with curiosity.  “Hurry up and come in so I can see.”  This was fun.  I pushed the door open but still stayed hidden.  I peaked my head around and caught the excitement splashed across his face.  “Finally, a real nurse to take care of my needs.  The woman I had before was terrible.  She didn’t wear her uniform or anything.”  I slowly brought myself around from behind the door and posed, leaning into the doorframe with my right hand above my head on the wall and my left had resting on my hip.  “Oh God damn.  You’re wearing that every day of the week.  I want you to cook, clean and do your womanly duties to me in that uniform. Every.  Damn.  Day!”  I wanted to laugh and in all honesty I felt a little embarrassed by the way he was staring at me.  He crooked his finger beckoning me to come over and I shook my head.  Normally I was all for giving over control in the bedroom to Deacon but that was more a force of habit.  I used to love taking control and right now that was exactly what I wanted.  Thanks to the mystic powers of Google I’d added some important knowledge to my tricks.  As I crossed to the room to the bed I pulled out the black rope I’d hidden in my pockets.  Deacon’s eyebrows shot into his hairline with endlessly amused me.

“Now Mr. Greenwood, I’m here to help you but I’m going to need you to lie completely still while I carry out my treatment on your body.”  I had invoked my sex voice to try and complete my naughty nurse character and I was definitely having fun with this.  “First of all I’m going to need to restrain your hands Mr.Greenwood.  Will you be okay with that?”  I saw the huge swallow that Deacon managed but he still didn’t answer.  Just nodded.  I took the two pieces of rope and bound each wrist to the head frame on the bed.  As I leaned down to secure the knot, I made sure that my bust brushed against his face.  Deacon tried to bite my nipple through the material but I arched my back just enough to move them out of reach.  I tutted at him and then straddled his chest, Deacon lifted his hips slightly and I frowned.  He stilled but his eyes never left mine.  I could feel his anticipation.  I leaned down to his ear and whispered, “I do hope you don’t mind but I chose not to wear any underwear today.”  This time he bucked underneath me.  “Dana, you can untie me now.  I don’t want to play anymore.”  Gosh.  His resolve had demolished quicker than I thought.  I was kind of looking forward to breaking him but I was still going to enjoy myself.  “I haven’t finished Dr. Greenwood.  When I’ve finished I’ll untie you.” I pressed my lips to his ear and took his lobe in between my teeth flicking my tongue over the edge of his ear.  He tilted his head away from me which provided better access so I made my way down his body, kissing and nibbling, knowing full well where I was heading.  I spent extra time on each of his nipples, sucking and plucking them between my teeth until they couldn’t get any harder.  His nipples weren’t the only thing that was growing hard.  I could feel his growing erection beneath my thighs and images of me sinking down onto it were running through my mind.  I’d come to that later.  I resumed my appreciation of his body and continued to move lower.  Deacon was raising his hips again but his eyes were no longer watching me.  They were squeezed shut.  My legs were now astride his lower legs and I rose up to pull his sweat pants down to give me better access to what I truly wanted.  His dick.  It shot out from beneath the pants and once again I took a small gasp at the size.  I never got used to it but I also never got enough of it.

“Deacon?”  I still wanted to play.

“Why are you talking to me?”  If I thought he was frustrated before, he was on the edge now and I hadn’t really done anything to him.

“Just checking to see if you want me to continue.  I don’t want you to feel that I’m taking advantage of you or making you do anything you don’t want to”.   He opened one eye and frowned.  “Like I said.  Just checking.”

I took him in my hand.  I could feel his pulse under his skin.  His cock throbbed and it got harder.  I watched a bead of semen rise through the head and I used my thumb to spread it over the tip.  With my other hand I fondled both his balls.  I clasped them tight enough to make him open his eyes to watch me lower my mouth over the tip of his cock and take the first suck.  He arched up into my mouth and I sunk my nails into his hips.  I could barely hear him tell me he was close over his grunts and my moans as I continued with my oral administrations.  Normally I didn’t mind when he came in his mouth but all my playing had worked me up and I was close too.  I got up and rose up above his cock, which was more than able to stand completely upright on its own now.  I slammed down and Deacon jerked against the ropes that bound him to the bed.  I used my thighs to ease myself slowly up his cock again and came back down harder than before.  I managed to repeat the action five more times before we both came together harder than I think I ever had.  It felt like my body didn’t want to let his cock go.  Once my orgasm had faded I fell forward next to Deacon’s body so that I didn’t hurt his ribs.  He was breathing heavy and his body was coated in sweat.  I reached up to untie him and could do nothing when he spun so I was beneath him.

“We can do that any time you feel like baby.”  With that he collapsed next to me and fell asleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY

It
’s funny how fast time goes by when you’re happy.  I think I never really noticed because I was so unhappy with Mitchell for so long that time started to drag.   Christmas was always a stressful time and that meant walking around on eggshells more than usual where he was concerned.