Page 20 of Burn It Down
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Few things in life make me nervous. Things that should, like walking into a fire or hanging down an embankment to save people, do not. Talking to Deacon Cooper after he found out I was fucking his baby girl does. I can’t look him in the eye like I used to. Doesn’t matter that I’m fucking in love with his daughter.
No one knows that. Can’t really tell the two men in my woman’s life I love her if I haven’t even told her yet. Cage keeps telling me to relax. Easy for him to say; he never fucks up like I do. Deacon has been like a father to me, and fucking Gigi, then breaking her heart, might change that.
Doesn’t mean I would take a second of it back. Gigi filled me up in ways I didn’t think was possible. Coming home to her felt like nothing else.
Having her there to talk to after a bad day, or a good one even, made me feel complete. I didn’t know how empty I had felt before her. Now, without her, I felt like huge chunks of me were missing. Because Gigi had walked away with them.
Right now, though, my chest didn’t burn with the hole left by her. Because right now I was reading a very inappropriate text from her. A text beneath the photo she'd sent me of her studying in panties and the CFD shirt she'd stolen from me. A photo that led to me calling her just hours ago for us to get off together, again, through FaceTime.
Third time this week.
Gigi:Think we might dirty all the same surfaces in my place that we did in yours?Damn, she drove me crazy. We were moving her in and now I had a hard on and was thinking of nailing her against…everything.
Me:Keep it up, Sweetheart. Don’t think I won’t punish you with the Coopers there.
We weren’t into kink, not really, but Gigi liked me to push her and I fucking loved it. I had left many marks at her perfect ass and just thinking about it made my dick harder.
Not a good look with Deacon and Cage keeping a close eye on the two of us. I knew a talk was coming; no way was Deacon letting me off easy. Gigi needed to cool her teasing, but I didn’t really want her to. I loved it. I shoved at my dick, glad I was wearing sweats that offered some room.
My cock was grateful for the sexy sweater and leggings Gigi was wearing. He saluted her the moment she climbed the steps, shaking her ass for me two hours earlier.
Now I was struggling with keeping my distance. I was using her things to hide my pulsing cock. Even as I tried not being totally obvious about how bad I still wanted Deacon’s little girl.
“Finn,” Deacon’s voice boomed after I set down another box of Gigi’s books, “Come here a moment, son.” Shit.Son. He had called me that since I was twelve. Kind of hoped my fucking his daughter didn’t change that.
“Yes, sir?” I learned a lot about respect and pride from Deacon Cooper. Too bad I threw it all away by being greedy with Gigi. Still wouldn’t change it.
“I need you to promise me something.” Shit. I was sweating despite the chilly fall weather.
“Of course, sir. Anything you ask.” Well, that might be easier said than done; if he asks me to stay away from Gigi, that’s a promise I can’t keep.
“Keep an eye on her for me. I know your relationship with Gigi is complex,” Deacon put a hand on my shoulder and I swear to God, tears filled my eyes on contact, “we don’t need to discuss details now. Please just...make sure my little girl is safe.” I nodded because that I could promise; I would be watching my woman because that was my job now.
“Absolutely, sir. Didn’t even need to ask.” We shared a look, and I knew he saw through me. Knew just what I felt for Gigi.
“I know, Finn. Once you want to, we can discuss the details. Until then, just keep her safe for me, understand?” I nodded and the hand at my shoulder gave a squeeze.
“I... Deacon, I should have come to you ages ago. I am sorry I didn’t. I never meant to disrespect you and certainly not Gigi.” Another squeeze at my shoulder and he gave a curt nod.
“I’m not an easy man to come to. Neither is Cage. We don’t make it easy on the men in our girls’ lives. Would have been no different to you, even if you’re family. When you do come to me, I’ll know you deserve my little girl. Until then...” Deacon left that up to me, and I nodded in understanding.
Then we were carrying boxes again, as if the moment had never happened. But it had and I knew that before I could have Gigi again, I’d have to go to Deacon. Then to Cage. I had to do it right this time. I should have the first time around.
I watched her bounce up the stairs, shaking her ass when I was following her, and knew I’d do anything for her now. Having her then losing her was no fucking joke. I couldn’t do it again. That’s if Gigi decided she wanted me for real again.
Flirting with me through texts and letting me watch her come was not the same. We passed in the hallway and I dipped my face into her neck, breathing deep. Gigi lifted a hand to slide it down my chest and my cock woke up again. All day we were like this and I loved it, but I wanted more.
I wanted to take her up on her offer. If I fucked her on every surface, like I had at my place, she could never forget she was mine. That I had driven deep inside her on her couch, her table, against her bookcase. Everywhere she looked, she would see me taking her, just like I did when I looked around my place.
“Hey, neighbor,” Harper from downstairs stood halfway up the steps, hollering up at us, “need extra hands?” I growled as Gigi answered with a nod and a welcoming smile.
“Sure, Harper. Is Stella around?” Just like that, Gigi had two new best friends.
Stella and Harper lived on the bottom floor of the four condo complex. Their husbands were good guys, and they often invited Cage and I to cookouts and shit on our back patio.
Since Charli came into the picture, those get togethers had felt all sorts of awkward for me. Then, Gigi just started showing up to them. Now that it was out in the open about us, I wondered what it would be like for us.
