Page 34 of The Sweet Spot

“Show me how you fuck yourself, baby. Show me what you’d want me to do if I was there,” I order her. And damn... what a sight. She arches her back while the bubbles slosh around her, the flicker of candlelight illuminating her gorgeous, flushed face.

“I need you, Deacon,” she whimpers.

“Soon, red. I’ll be back soon. And when I get back, I’m going to worship your perfect body all night long. I’m going to fuck you for hours without letting you come. And when I finally do, you’re going to soak my fucking sheets. You’re going to feel me between your legs for fucking days, beautiful. Now come, Brynlee.”

The prettiest goddamn moan leaves her pursed lips as her eyes flutter closed, and fuck my life... Who gives a shit that I just came in my boxers like a damn teenager? I could die a happy man—right now, right here. With the picture of Brynlee St. James’s face the last damn thing I ever see.

Brynlee

Lindy

Are we allowed to acknowledge the fact that Everly is pregnant yet?

Gracie

I mean she told me.

Brynlee

She didn’t tell me, but I guessed a few weeks ago.

Everly

How did you guess?

Brynlee

You’re kidding, right?

Lindy

Hello, coffee snob... you’re drinking decaf. Dead giveaway.

Kenzie

Are you kidding me!!! One of us is a licensed ob-gyn, and I have to find out you’re pregnant from a group text message? You guys seriously suck.

Lindy

We love you, Kenz. I’m sure we’ll still be having babies when you’re done with your residency.

Everly

You go right ahead, Lindy. I think Cross and I may stop at three. We’ll be outnumbered.

Lindy

You say that now, but you like his dick way too much to stop so soon.

Kenzie

Birth control, Lindy. Let me know if you need some.

Everly

His dick is really pretty. It has the perfect curve.

Lindy

---