Page 79 of Bound by Desire
“Get that. So, you buy the shit you want for the house. That’sthedeal.”
She glares at me in that sexy way that makes my dick hard as a rock. “So, what, this is gonna be your excuse every time you want something? You haveadick?”
“Damnright.”
“Youareadick.”
I crush my mouth to hers, intent on showing her how much she likes my dick. Her moans and mewls are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. Well, that and her screaming my name while my dick’s plantedinsideher.
Walking her over to the table, I spin her around and press her body down on thetable.
“What are youdoing?”
I grip her wrists and clutch them behind her back. “Fuckin’ my woman. Showin’ her exactly how much she wantsmycock.”
The dog barks, then whines. I pin him with a look, and he takes off to the other room. He’s a damngooddog.
Reaching around, I unbutton her jeans and pull them down to her knees, along with her underwear. Her wet heat glistens in the light as I pull out my cock, rubbing it through her wetness, hearing her moan yetagain.
Lining up, I thrust my cock inside her. Her pussy feels like a tight vise, gripping me, sucking me into her more and more. She tries to wiggle her hands out of my grasp, but I hold on tighter, using the leverage to thrust harder. The table moves beneath us, but I don’t give a fuck if it slides totally across thefloor.
“Deke!” she screams as her walls close in, pulling the orgasm frommybody.
Fuck, this womanundoesme.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Schade’s clubis thumping tonight, everyone pumped for the “big fight.” Schade’s made a huge production of this one because it’s a high-level fighter, meaning he’s only lost three fights in his career. Money is high, and the energy ishigher.
After the three beginning fights, the crowd is roaring, stomping their feet in the dirt and pushing people to get closer to thestage.
Once, I loved this—the rush, the hot and sweaty bodies moving in time with the fight. I even loved it when smaller altercations broke out and I put an end to them. Now, after everything that’s been going on and how my life has changed, the need for this isn’t there anymore. The urge to get in there and break people up these last two times has just been a job, and not one Ienjoyed.
Strange how prioritieschange.
Deke is my number one priority now. When it happened, I have no clue. I think it was about the time he got shot. That was when I realized how much I cared about him. Then moving in together and beginning to build this life together, it’s changed my perspective on severalthings.
Also, Deke hasn’t fought since the last time I brought him here. He hasn’t had that need. In turn, I haven’t had it, either. It’s just vanished. I, of course, do it because I have to, but I’m thinking my time here is coming toanend.
Deke’s torn up about Austyn. There’s nothing I can do about it but be there for him when he wants to talk about it, which isn’t regular by any means. He’s a good man. A great man. I do my best to remind him of that every damn day so he doesn’t let the guilt I know he feelsconsumehim.
Even though a couple of weeks have passed, I still make sure to tell Deke where I am. It gives him peace of mind, and really, it’s no skin off myteeth.
The main fight takes over the room, and people go crazy. I find myself in the throng of another fight. After breaking it up, I notice Jackson across the way, his fists balled up and ready to goatit.
Getting over to him is a crush, but before I can, he’s already thrown a punch at a man, sending him to the ground and knocking down a woman in very high sandals. She screeches, grabbing on to several different people and pulling themwithher.
I get over to Jackson, pulling his arm behind his back. “Come on,buddy.”
He fights me, so I bend his wrist back. Only then does he move in the direction I’mpushinghim.
I nod at the guys on my team, letting them know I have Jackson and will toss him out on his ass. This is the shit that isn’t holding my attention anymore like it used to. Don’t get me wrong, I can kick ass, but I’d rather be at my man’sapartment.
Definitely going to rethink my job here. X is fine, but this one is going to havetogo.
“Jackson, what have you done now?” I ask, pushing him through the hallway where the noise isn’t nearly as loud yet still echoes off thewalls.
He gives a little pull. “That asshole tried to punch me. He needed to be taught a lesson,” hegrowls.
