Page 43 of Bound by Desire
Me, I don’t give a shit what their squabbles are. What I care about is getting these two the fuck out of there. After accomplishing this, I move back to myrounds.
Yeah, not sure if this is going to keep myattention.
The next few hours go by smoothly. I can’t wait untilclosingtime.
I toss my bag over my shoulder and move out the back door. My feet give a slight falter, but recover quickly when I see Deke standing beside my Jeep. Whatthehell?
“Deke,” I greet, movingcloser.
When I get within arm’s reach, he tugs me behind my neck, pulls me to him, then crashes his lips down on mine. Holy mother of Mary, this man can kiss. His lips are soft, yet his kiss is hard, unyielding, anddemanding.
I move my hands to his leather jacket and hold on to him, giving him back what he’s giving me. Arousal spikes. I need friction. Damn, do Ineedit.
He breaks away and looks into my eyes. “Need to fuck you, but wantabed.”
In a haze that is Deke, I stupidly say, “My place.Followme.”
He kisses me then sets me in my Jeep before shuttingthedoor.
It’s not until I’m practically home that I realize what I’ve just done. I invited him to my house, my safe haven. Shit. There goes the don’t-bring-men-to-the-house rule, right out the damnwindow.
Pulling in, Deke has my door opened before I do, pulling me up and into his arms. Any other man manhandled me like this, I’d kick his balls into his teeth. He’s lucky I likehiscock.
He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, our lips going at each other like starvinganimals.
Somehow, he gets the keys from me and unlocks my door. Only then do I hear the beeping of the alarm and come up for breath as I slide mylegsdown.
“Give measec.”
I do my thing, turning it off, just as I hear the paws tapping on the floor. Hope Dekelikesdogs.
“Hey, bud,” I hear as I enter the room. Brewer’s paws are up on Deke’s chest, and Deke’s petting him. Brewer goes in for a lick, and Deke steps back. “Nolickin’.”
I swear I hear Brewer whine.Get in line, buddy. I wanna lickhim,too.
“Deke, meetBrewer.”
“He gonna watch while Ifuckyou?”
“Probably.”
Deke charges forward, kissing me and sucking the life from me. “Don’t giveafuck.”
Damn those lips. All things Brewer are forgotten as Dekeconsumesme.
I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist and propping myself up with my arms around his neck. Getting a bit above him, I sink deeper into the kiss, scraping my tongue deep within his mouth. Hearing the groan from him is the ultimate orgasmpreparation.
He carries me through the house, and I don’t even open my eyes to direct him. It takes him a minute, but he finds my bedroom, all while I’m digging my fingertips into his scalp, holding himtome.
Brewer barks a few times, and I hear himfollowingus.
Deke disengages, and then I’m flying through the air on a small scream before hitting the comfortable bed in apoof. He drops his body down on me as he roams every curve of my body. And I have them. Lots of them. I just can’t give up pizza, not happening. From his eagerness, he has not one qualm with anyofit.
“Dog,”Dekesays.
I watch as Brewer lifts his head, circles twice, and then finds a seat on thefloor.
I run my hands over the planes of his well-toned back and remember the beautiful Angel and how it moved when he punched the bag. My nails dig in at the recollection, and he makes a low sound in histhroat.
