Page 60 of Bound by Desire
I’m a bit worried about him. Whatever happened today, it sent him somewhere deep withinhimself.
I don’t fear him. I justworry.
Deke climbs out of the cage, his intense gaze coming to me. He wraps his arm around my neck, then pulls me through the crowd, his sweaty body next to mine. I follow, knowing I’m working, but not giving a shit. Whatever’s going on with him is deep, and he obviouslyneedsme.
Then Deke stills, halting our steps. I look up at him and see he’s staring into the crowd, eyes cut into slits. Following his gaze, I see a man with longish black hair, rimmed glasses, and a lean build. He raises his can of beer to Deke like he knows him, then takes adrink.
Deke becomes unstuck and pushes our way through the crowd and out of the building to thetruck.
“Get in,” heorders.
“Deke, I’mworking.”
“Don’t give a fuck. You’re not stayin’there.”
“Why?”
“Just get in the truck. I’ll explainlater.”
Schade’s going to be pissed at me, but I climb into the truck. Then Deke takes off likeashot.
We pull up to his apartment and move inside quickly. I’ve never been the woman who follows a man. Except, with Deke, there has never been a single moment when I didn’t feel like I couldn’t go into the depths of Hell safely beside him. It’s scary, yet it’s this connection that has mecravingmore.
“Give me a few,” he says before moving out of the room. Then I hear the showerturnon.
Today has seriously been interestingwithDeke.
He only has a chair so far, so I plop my ass in itandwait.
He comes out with a towel wrapped around his sexy as fuck body, water still beading off him. His hair is a wet mess on top of his head, completing thegorgeouslook.
Fuck. No man should bethathot.
Controlling myself, I ask, “Feelbetter?”
“The guy at the back with the dark hair? Know you saw him. He come therealot?”
“Nope. First time I’ve everseenhim.”
“Fuck.” He runs his hands through his hair, water splashing to thecarpet.
“Who is he, and how do youknowhim?”
He moves to me, lifts me, then sets me down on his lap. The back of my clothes get wet from him. My only wish is it would cool my libido down, but itdoesn’t.
“Long fuckin’ story. Just stay awayfromhim.”
“Deke, please talktome.”
He wraps his arms around my body, and we sit there for a while, my head resting on his wet chest, his chin on top of my hair. His heartbeat is calm, helping to do the sameforme.
“It’s just a ghost coming back fromthepast.”
I so badly want him to open up to me. He has no idea how much I want this. He says nothing, though, just holds me in his arms. Time seems to tick by in slow motion. Then, he finallyspeaks.
“When I was sixteen, I got hooked onheroin.”
I say nothing. If he’s going to share, I’m not fucking that up. We all have ghosts of our past, and he’s not on the stuff anymore, so he kicked it somehow. This is a goodthing.
