Unfinished Hero 04 Deacon (32 page)

I knew he was coming down when the thrusts
gentled.

I knew he was done when he slid out.

I said nothing when I felt him leave the bed.
Just stayed where I was because I had no choice, shivering happy
shivers in the aftermath.

He came back and gently cleaned me with a
warm cloth.

He left again.

I waited.

He returned and I felt his lips brush my ass
and down my thigh. He bent low and kissed my sex. Then up on the
other cheek of my ass.

I did the only thing I could do, stayed
completely still and gloried in his tenderness.

I felt him position on his knees between my
legs before I felt his hands roaming over my skin.

I sighed.

“You like this better than tied spread
eagle?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” I answered quietly.

“Can you tell me why?”

“Saw a picture,” I whispered. “When I was
seventeen. A woman in a magazine like this.”

His hands kept moving light and sweet over my
skin.

“You liked it.”

“Yes.”

“I like it, too, baby. You right there like
that for me, gorgeous.”

My insides warmed.

“The plug enough?”

I didn’t understand his question.

“Sorry?”

He slid his hands to my hips, one thumb
moving out to rest against my anus.

“Took to your plug like your pussy takes my
cock. Got that one. Got a bigger one.”

My thighs quivered.

He either sensed it or they did it visibly
because he moved his hand, fingers whispering between my legs and I
made a mew, it felt so hot, nice, and sweet.

“She wants more,” he muttered.

Suddenly, and for the first time, I felt not
right.

“I’m not weird.”

The air in the room stilled before the bed
moved and I felt his teeth sink into the tender cheek of my
ass.

He must have lifted because his voice came
from above as his hand cupped my sex and he said, “Nothin’ is
weird.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“You like a full ass while I play, that’s
what you like. That’s it. It’s not weird.”

“Okay, Deacon.”

“You want it, Cassie, told you time and
again, I’ll give it to you.”

“Thank you, honey.”

“Would love to keep you like this, make you
wait, come back and play, but I want your arms around me for a
while and then I want you to suck my dick vanilla.”

That got me another thigh quiver.

“You ready to be released?”

“Whatever you want, honey.”

That got me another brush of his lips across
the cheek of my ass before he moved to release the bonds.

It took a bit to work the kinks out but I did
this as Deacon adjusted the covers from under us to over us. I kept
doing it, stretching and arching, while he pulled me into his
arms.

Finally, I wrapped mine around him.

“You good with me bein’ here three weeks?” he
asked when I was settled.

I was good with him being there forever. He
might not know that, but he did know from the smile I gave him that
morning that I was good for the three weeks.

“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,
Deacon Deacon,” I answered.

He chuckled.

I settled into the sound.

“You wanna know what all I bought you?” he
went on.

He got me more?

I didn’t want to know. I wanted the
surprise.

“Surprise me,” I told his chest.

“You got it,” he murmured, his hand sliding
over my hip to my still heated ass. “This good?”

“Oh yeah.”

I heard the smile in his, “My Cassie likes to
get spanked.”

I figured he could feel my smile against his
chest but I said nothing.

Deacon fell into my silence.

I cuddled closer.

His hand eventually left my ass and curled me
even closer when he asked quietly, “Those two, three babies?”

My body tensed. “Yeah?”

“This stays good, woman, wanna make ’em with
you.”

I closed my eyes tight.

“I know that’s too soon. I also don’t give a
fuck,” he continued.

“It is
not
too soon,” I replied
firmly.

There was a moment of silence then, “Fuck, my
Cassie.”

This sounded like a groan and I loved that
emotion so much I lifted up and looked down at him.

“That’s me,” I stated, still firm, totally
unyielding. “Your Cassie. And you’re my Deacon.”

His hand started sliding up my side as his
lips ordered, “Quiet.”

I was never quiet.

Or, at least, that occasion came rarely.

“You should know, I’m claiming you.”

“Woman, quiet,” he growled.

“Just saying, you can leave, but I want you
back. You can stay as long as you stay and I’ll take you. And I
hope you start doing that work to leave that life you’re leading
when you’re not with me because I want there to come a time when I
can eat my cereal while you open the door.”

His brows shot together. “Eat your cereal
while I open the door?”

“When you’re with me in a way you’re not
leaving,” I explained.

His brows stopped knitting but his face
turned into a scowl. “Fuck, woman, shut up.”

“Too much too soon?” I asked, like it was a
dare.

“Fuck no.”

“Okay, then quit your bitching.”

He glowered at me.

Then he grinned.

“Total boss.”

“A girl has to be when her man’s a
badass.”

“Like you weren’t one before.”

My eyes slid away. “Whatever.”

“She was one before,” he muttered.

I ignored him.

“Cassie.”

My eyes slid back.

Deacon’s arm left me so he could frame the
side of my face. I waited for words but he said nothing. Just
looked at me, his eyes moving to my hair, my lips, but they never
left me.

Then they came to mine as his thumb swept my
cheek and I knew he was done with his moment.

So I asked, “You want that vanilla blowjob
now?”

He burst out laughing.

I settled into the sound.

But while he was still doing it, I swept the
covers off our bodies.

He quit laughing and groaned when I commenced
my vanilla blowjob.

Deacon came in my mouth.

I came around his fingers.

As always, it was glorious.

I’m Glad

A week later, I walked in the house from the
shed, where I’d been laundering sheets, folding them, and putting
them in the linen cabinet there (though I’d stopped to deadhead
some of the flowers in my pots on the steps of my porch).

I just got the door closed when Bossy trotted
out of the downstairs powder room, stopped, looked up at me, and
yapped.

“What’s going on, baby?” I asked.

She yapped again.

I didn’t speak Bossy, though I was learning,
so I did my best to translate and walked to the door of the powder
room, Bossy on my heels.

I stopped in the door and stared at Deacon on
his back on the floor, his head and shoulders wedged between the
opened doors of the vanity, a wrench in his hand, a brand new,
non-rust-stained, scalloped-edged, totally awesome sink where the
old one used to be. A new, expensive-looking, beveled-edged mirror
had already been switched out with the old, ugly, tawdry,
gilt-edged one.

Suffice it to say, although I’d got rid of
the ugly wallpaper and painted the room a pretty green, I hadn’t
found the money to switch out the sink and mirror.

“What on earth?” I asked the room but it was
aimed at Deacon.

What didn’t seem that long ago, I’d been
having coffee with Milagros at my kitchen table.

Deacon, who was giving us space doing Deacon
things in secret Deacon places (this didn’t happen much; when he
was with me, he was
with me
in all the ways that could
entail), walked one foot in the kitchen and stopped.

“Milagros,” he said, dipping his chin to her,
and he looked at me. “Later, woman.”

Before I could ask, he was out the door.

Milagros had looked my way and raised her
brows.

I’d looked at her and shrugged.

We’d had our gab while we finished our coffee
and she went down to finish the cabins. I went down with her and
got the sheets. I’d put sheets in earlier so I got caught up in
that, as well as organizing the space and making note I needed to
corral Deacon and get to a Costco to buy more detergent, fabric
softener, and glass cleaner refill.

Now I was back.

And I had a new sink.

And mirror.

Bossy was doing her best to wedge herself in
the bottom of the vanity to keep Deacon company as he kept working
and didn’t answer my question.

“Deacon,” I called sharply.

“Sink was crap. Got you a new sink.”

“And the mirror?” I pushed.

“Arguably more crap,” he answered.

He was not wrong.

Still.

I drew in a breath and as I did, it hit
me.

“So, in order to avoid an argument about who
was paying for said sink…and mirror…you just didn’t bring it up at
all and went about your merry way.”

“Yup,” he replied nonchalantly.

I clenched my teeth.

I unclenched them to snap, “Deacon—”

“Cassidy, do I use this sink?”

“Not the point,” I hissed.

“Am I gonna be usin’ this sink repeatedly for
the foreseeable future?”

He was, damn the man.

“Not the point either.”

It took effort and I watched him make that
effort to unwedge his broad shoulders from the vanity, do an ab
curl to sitting on his jeans-clad ass on the powder room floor, and
train his eyes to me.

Bossy climbed out of the vanity and
yapped.

“Give this to me.”

“Dea—”

“Baby, I need it. Give it to me.”

I shut my mouth.

“Your people are comin’ soon. You want to
give them a nice place?” he asked.

“Rust stains are hardly the end of the
world,” I noted.

“Right. Then you want them to feel good that
you’re in a place that’s nice and gettin’ nicer? Not rundown and
they leave, worried about when you’ll be able to get around to
doin’ good things for you to make yourself a home?”

I wanted to kick him (though, not really).
This was because none of this was the point but he was making it
the point in a way that wasn’t wrong.

This was also because I’d had the
conversation with my father four times when he’d come to visit,
offered to switch out that sink, and I’d declined, asserting my
independence (as always).

Dad would be ecstatic that old sink was
gone.

Mom would be ecstatic that ugly mirror was
history.

With no other way to save face, I declared,
“You’re supremely annoying.”

He grinned. “Yep. That’s me.”

“Should this continue to be as awesome as it
is, we trundle toward together and make those babies, if we have
daughters I’m starting How to Deal with Badasses when they’re
five.”

His eyes were lit but his expression was
full-on tender when he returned, “We have boys, they get How to
Deal with Stubborn Bitches Who Argue About Meaningless Shit
starting at three.”

“Again, Deacon Deacon, women dislike being
called bitches,” I shot back.

“That’ll be part of my lesson to the boys,”
he volleyed.

I rolled my eyes, unable to carry on just
thinking of giving him sons.

Or daughters.

Deacon tired of the conversation and
re-wedged himself under the sink.

Bossy looked from Deacon to me and back to
Deacon, deciding he was more fun. I knew this when she pushed
herself into the vanity, getting in his way, and yapping orders at
him.

I left the bathroom.

I mean, what other option was open to me?

Damn the man.

* * * * *

Deep into the night three days later, I woke
when Deacon trailed his fingers between my legs.

Coming sleepily cognizant of where I was, how
I was, and what was happening, I felt myself get wet and a sharp
tingle assaulted me. This was because, before we went to sleep,
Deacon left me tied to the bed, on my stomach, arms not out but
tied together above my head to the headboard.

My legs were spread eagle. This was so he
could sleep beside me and do it tangling his heavy legs with my
stationary one.

You would think you couldn’t sleep that way,
but after the orgasm he’d given me hours ago, I had no problem
falling right into dreamland.

“Woke hard,” he whispered in my ear.

He meant hard, as in ready.

I licked my lips.

His finger whispered light at my clit and
kept doing it.

I pressed my lips together to hold back my
whimper.

“Gonna take me, Cassie,” he told me.

“Okay.”

“Gonna take me hard.”

“Okay,” I repeated.

“Hear me, you’re gonna
take me
,
baby.”

I didn’t know what he meant.

But I didn’t care.

I’d take whatever he gave me and I’d proved
that repeatedly, sleeping bound one of the ways I did.

“Whatever you want, honey.”

“Yeah,” he replied with approval, kissed my
neck, my shoulder, then he set about doing whatever he wanted.

This included fingering my clit until I was
tense, fighting my ties, whimpering, and lifting my ass to demand
more. Then it included him moving over me and fucking my cunt until
I moaned desperately into the pillows.

And finally it included him oiling me and
himself in preparation before he fucked me up the ass, up on one
forearm in the bed, hand in and curled around my breast, thumb
rubbing my nipple, body mostly on mine, other hand shoved under me
working my clit.

I came hard with him up my ass.

Deacon came hard up my ass.

He’d never taken me there.

I fucking
loved
it.

With him still inside me, he stopped teasing
my nipple and just held my breast, his breath labored but
evening.