Page 50 of Trust and Obey

Eventually—like, every five minutes—the guilt tried to creep back in. I knew that Stephen, my father, had basically ruined the lives of all the employees in the company he had worked for. Retirement plans and a lifetime of careful saving gone up in smoke. As far as I had known, the company had gone under. I never followed up with the news, never knew that Deacon had managed to revive it years later.

Hiding out on the island, it had been easy to forget.

Despite all the obstacles, Deacon turned out okay in the end. Bringing up the truth now, and all those ugly memories, would shatter our relationship. It would destroy the good thing that we had going and stain the rest of his vacation. It was cruel and unnecessary, especially since we were going to end things in a few days anyway.

The very least I could do was make sure that Deacon had a great time.

I wasn’t entirely selfless of course. I was planning to have a good time, too.

The dinner came with a light dessert with a honey drizzle. I quickly finished the rest of my meal and then I dipped my fingers in the remaining puddle of honey and brought it to my lips with a deliberate slowness.

My gaze caught his and I swirled my tongue around my finger. Deacon visibly swallowed hard.

Then suddenly Deacon took my wrist in his hand and brought my finger to his mouth.

My breath hitched as he swirled his tongue over the tip, keeping eye contact.

He took the napkin from where it had been primly placed in his lap, then wiped his mouth. Standing with deliberate slowness, he sauntered around the table to kiss me.

It was a powerful, claiming kiss. Desire shot through my body, and I grasped the lapels of his shirt like a drowning man seeking air.

Deacon drew back, his breath a hot wash against my neck. His other hand worked at the button of my pants, sliding a hand inside.

I pushed my hips up and tipped back my head and let out a low moan as his fingers wrapped around my erection, stroking me up and down.

He found an easy rhythm, his loose fist tightening around my cock. He looked into my eyes and said, “Come to the bedroom.”

It was basically a command. Of course, I obeyed.

Once inside, Deacon kissed me again, towing the bedroom door shut. I wasted no time, shedding my shirt and pants. My dick throbbed with need. It was like I hadn’t come at all earlier. Like the brilliant orgasm he had given me in the cave was just a taste of what was to come.

I reached up to pull his head down, kissing him again. Between our gasping breaths, I said, “I want to ride you.”

His hands tightened with almost bruising strength on my hips. The hungry growl he made in his throat was in complete agreement.

Naked, we found our way to the bed. Deacon climbed over me like a man possessed, kissing my mouth hungrily, trailing his lips down my throat into my sternum.

I felt a new flush of desire light up within me as I realized he was heading south again. Down, trailing his lips down the fine line of hair to my stomach. I wiggled as he breathed a hot breath over my groin.

He placed a kiss on the head of my cock before he sealed his mouth over it, sucking me down hard. I luxuriated in his warm mouth, lifting my hips in time with his bobbing head.

Groaning, my hands reached over my head to clutch at the pillows.

It would be so easy to let him go on. Desire flooded my veins, and I could feel myself rushing towards climax. Like riding down a river and being dumped, suddenly over the edge of a waterfall. All I had to do was lay back and let it happen.

But I had other plans for this night. It took more willpower than I cared to admit to nudge him away.

He came off my dick with an audible pop, grinning sheepishly at me as if he, too, had gotten caught up in the moment.

My heart fluttered with unexpected affection. I rubbed his chin with the side of my thumb.

“Come here baby,” I urged, pulling him up and to the side.

I rolled with him until he was on his back, and I was over him, my legs on either side of his ribs.

His hot erection nudged against one of my ass cheeks. The heat in Deacon’s eyes took my breath away. He reached up, spreading my ass, and tilting his hips to run the head of his cock between my cheeks.

“God, you’re so hot like this,” he said, pupils blown wide.

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