Page 69 of Only Ever You

“I’m so happy to hear that.” She chews her bottom lip. “Thank you for being nice to Lucas. I can’t imagine seeing him again was easy.”

I brush my lips against her forehead. “No, but I’m not going to start trying to dictate your life to you and cut him out. He’s your brother, regardless of what he did twelve years ago. You two are close. I know that.”

“We weren’t close for a long time after that.”

I pull back and scan her expression. Her lips twitch, and she gives me a sad smile.

“I didn’t know.”

“It was his fault you left early, and you left for good. I was so angry at him. He was hurting, and he missed you. Everything was a mess.”

Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, I sigh. “It was a messy situation.”

“I was a twelve-year-old girl with a crush. You leaving broke my heart.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. Gathering her into my arms, I close my eyes. Seeing her that last day haunted me a long time. I was so angry with everyone—so angry with the world. Pippa was twelve, and I was even angry at her for being there at the time Mum and Lucas were caught.

And then she appeared, and I knew she had to have walked to our place on that hot, dry summer day. I could have offered her a ride home, but I didn’t—even though her presence that day softened my anger.

I have so many regrets when it comes to her.

I never want to let her down again.

“Uhh, Deacon?” she whispers.

“Yes?”

“I thought you were going to fuck me.”

I cup the back of her head and kiss her hard. “You have such a dirty mouth, little Chapman.”

Pippa sighs. “I can’t help it. My fiancé’s a bad influence.”

“Well, get your knickers off and I’ll fuck you.”

She bursts out laughing. I love that sound.

Pippa rolls off me, reaches up under her skirt, and drops her panties on the floor.

“Now, get over here and sit on my face.” I grin.

“Deacon.” Her eyes are wide.

“Get over here.”

She straddles my hips and slowly works her way up until she’s positioned right over my mouth.

I grip her hips and pull her down, pushing her skirt back until she holds it in place. “I love you, Pippa Chapman.”

She doesn’t reply—she’s too busy gasping and rolling her hips as I eat her pussy.

“Deacon. Oh my God,” she finally cries out.

“Come on my face.”

I suck hard on her clit, and she shudders, dropping her skirt so it covers us both.

Before I can say anything else, she moves down my body, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding the zip. I lift my hips to give her better access, and she pulls them to my ankles along with my boxers before scooting back up.

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