Page 107 of The Promise Of Rain
She searched my eyes, hers big and soft and trying so fucking hard to trust.
“But in our bedroom, you can be as dirty as you want, and I promise I’ll drop to my knees just as fast.”
She sucked in a breath, her cheeks flaming, then spun around and threw her arms around my neck.“Deacon.”
“Yes, baby.”I hefted her up so she could wrap her legs around my hips.Fisting the back of her hair, I brought her mouth to mine.“Always, yes.”
I sat her down on the bed and whipped the t-shirt off over her head, surprised to note she wore no panties.
“Well, well, if that isn’t a sweet surprise,” I murmured, my eyes flashing up to meet hers.
She looked split in two, one half running for the door, the other spreading her legs.
I braced my hands on the mattress on either side of her hips, gazing into her wide eyes.“What’s it going to be, baby girl?You running for the door?Or are you going to spread those pretty thighs for me?”
Her lips formed a perfect ‘oh,’ then she leaned back on the bed on her hands, spread her legs, and pulled her feet up onto the mattress.
Fuck.Me.
“That’s my baby,” I rumbled.
Turning back to her dresser, I tilted the mirror down so she could see herself.
She sucked in a breath, looking slightly horrified.
“You’re stunning, Jenny.”I corrected.“First you’re going to watch me eat you out, then you’re going to watch yourself bounce on my fucking cock, and then I’m going to fuck you against the headboard.”
“Oh my,” she breathed.
“You look away from the mirror even once, all the fun stops,” I stated, my voice stern.
“Oh no.”She laughed softly, her cheeks pink.“We don’t want that.”
“We certainly don’t,” I agreed, a chuckle rumbling up in my chest.“I will not be pleased if we have to stop.”
In answer, she leaned back further and dropped her eyes to her pussy before looking back at me and cocking an eyebrow.
I grinned at her.“You’re getting brave.That’s good.Because I’m going to push you farther than you think you can go.”
I dropped to my knees then raised my eyes to hers.“And you’re going to love every minute of it.”
She came three times and drained my balls dry.
I should have slept like a baby.
But going out with Miller and the guys ripped into my psyche and tilled the memories I’d buried.
It was the same dream every time.
In the dreamworld, I had no control.
No voice.
Trapped behind thick glass, cut off from the me in the dream, I watched as Charlie and I joked around with the ground crew, walked to the fence, and propped my arms on the top.
“No, no, no!”I cried, running back and forth behind the glass, trying to grab the attention of the me who walked to the fence and propped his arms on the top to watch.“Don’t let him go up there!”
In the dream, I had no voice, but my vocal cords ached and strained and turned raw with my screams.
