Page 69 of Trust and Obey

If that rogue wave had struck us broadside instead of straight on, if Deacon and I hadn’t worked so well together as a team, if one of a hundred tiny things had gone wrong…

No, I couldn’t let myself think about that.

Deacon was here and everyone had made it back to the island safe. His arms were around me, and I wouldn’t—couldn’t let myself dwell on what ifs.

I was very good at letting go of the past and focusing only on the present.

“Deacon,” I whispered against his lips, “I want you to fuck me,”

What I really wanted to say was I want you to make love to me. But still, Deacon seemed to understand what I was saying without me saying it. He had an uncanny habit.

With one sure movement, he reached down and gripped under my legs, his other arm holding steady against my back.

I let out an undignified squeak as he literally lifted me from my feet into his arms, bridal style.

“Oh my God,” I said, half amazed and half alarmed. I threw an arm around his neck to help hold myself up. I wasn’t a large man, but not a small man either.

Deacon just grinned down at me like I weighed nothing at all. “Just enjoy the ride,” he suggested.

I grinned, amusement overriding my surprise. “Oh, I plan to.”

With that, Deacon carried me into his room. He even managed to shut the door behind us with his foot. We took our time, stripping each other free of our clothing. He released me once we hit the bed, and I pulled him down, kissing him.

I reached under the waistband of his pants and stroked the gorgeous length of his cock. He reached around to grip my ass hard, nibbling and sucking at my collarbone.

“Deacon,” I moaned.

He shushed my words away with a kiss. “I know.”

And somehow, I think he did. All the words that were left unsaid between us were thick in the air.

I wriggled out of my pants, my last item of clothing. Completely bare, we made out leisurely. I wrapped my legs around him as he slowly fingered my hole open. Taking his time and leaning back to look me in the eyes as if memorizing my reactions.

I shivered, moaning out loud as he curled two fingers up to press against my prostate.

Shaking, I clutched him to me.

“No,” he said, stroking me deliberately from the inside. “Don’t hide from me.”

Surprised, I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was so close to mine as he leaned down and kissed me again, but his eyes were open, drinking me in.

I shivered, gripped his cock, and stroked it, watching his irises blow a fraction wider.

“Please,” I said, “fill me up. Give it to me Deacon. I whispered, give it to me good.”

It took only a few seconds for him to withdraw his teasing fingers and put on the condom.

He entered me in one smooth glide. No resistance. I was completely open for him.

I moaned, one leg up over his shoulder, the other sliding down hitched up as high as I could over his ribs. He set a deep, unhurried pace that made me see stars at the end of every thrust. We moved together, like one being, not racing towards completion like we had before. But journeying together, and a slow role, like a languid version of the waves under our vessel. I could feel my climax coming. My own cock lay hot and heavy between us, trapped between our bodies as he moved over me, in me. He came first, gripping hard. And in his grunted words I thought I heard the word love. But then his hand closed around my cock, and the world whited out in renewed pleasure. I cried out, and he milked me through my orgasm until we stilled, tangled together.

Deacon was falling asleep. I could feel it tugging me down, too. There was no question in my mind. I was definitely spending the night here, in his villa, in Deacon’s arms. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

“I love you,” I whispered after his breathing became deep and even. I got a long sleepy sigh in response.

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