Page 24 of Deacon

Oh, so you’re gonna lie here and pretend like you don’t want to knock these pillows down and see if this nigga is capable of taking you to pound town? Hm. Deacon ain’t the only delulu person in this room.

Ain’t nobody talking to you, so mind your business.

Girl, bye. You’re the one talking back like an idiot.

Having a back-and-forth conversation with myself might make me as special as Deacon, but that’s beside the point. Deacon is certifiable, and I’m only slightly having an out-of-body experience from the secondhand delusions his presence invokes.

“When are you gonna stop denying your attraction for me, Squeak?”

Deacon’s question slams into my mind, causing my eyes to balloon slightly because either he can smell the evidence of my arousal, or my silent thoughts have somehow become vocal. My heart rate speeds up when Deacon’s hand caresses my cheek. Deacon’s face is full of strength, shining with a steadfast, serene peace that coats my body better than the blanket covering me.

“Let me say this another way. From the moment you forcefully entered the clubhouse, I have been drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Whenever I’m in your presence, my damn heart does somersaults in my chest. Never in my life have I had a woman have this effect on me before. I know I have a long road of discovery to walk down, but can you agree to be my woman, Squeak? After moving back home, I might not be the man you expected to be with. Nevertheless, I promise you with everything in me, I will never sacrifice the opportunity by foolishly hurting you.”

My tongue slowly glides over my dry lips, and I try to calm the rapid beating of my heart while Deacon watches me intently.

Is attraction enough for me to ignore the crazy within this man?

Staring at Deacon, I can recognize the dazzling determination and sincerity within his brown orbs.

“Okay,” I whisper, throwing caution to the wind because something deep within me is shouting for me to give Deacon a chance.

Lord, am I really about to do this?

A bright smile that lights up Deacon’s entire countenance brings a cheesy grin to my lips. Deacon moves closer before throwing the pillow separating us over his shoulder, causing the hair on my arms to prickle. The rapid cadence in my chest elevates my body temperature, and a knot rises in my throat. My calm is instantly shattered with hunger when Deacon’s lips land on mine. At first, the kiss is slow, thoughtful, and surprisingly gentle as Deacon and I acquaint ourselves. Giving myself freely into the passion of the kiss, a moan escapes my mouth, causing Deacon to take the reins by deepening our connection.

“Mm.”

Good God. Deacon’s mouth is just as reckless as the words that he speaks without shame or a filter.

My eyes close, and stars immediately burst behind my lids, making me feel like I’ve been binge drinking. My body feels like a marshmallow hovering over a fire the longer Deacon and I lock lips.

“My God,” I say breathlessly while peeling my eyes open when Deacon breaks our connection a few minutes later.

“Nah, your Deacon.” Heat surges through my core like a river between the smile that spreads on his lips and the smoldering gaze penetrating me.

“Had I known your lips would feel like that, I would have?—”

“Done nothing different. I love the thrill of a good chase, Squeak. Yet, I appreciate you being willing to give a nigga a chance to win your heart.” Pulling me closer, Deacon reclaims my lips while crushing me to him.

Janelle’s finally got a man at home.

My conscience begins singing while pumping her fist in the air, causing warmth to spread across my chest as I savor the kiss between Deacon and me.

Several days later…

“I don’t care about none of that shit. Either I can take you, or your ass won’t be going,” Deacon says with tight eyes and wrinkles dancing across his forehead.

I’m not sure what type of job Deacon has, but mine doesn’t provide me the option of not going into the office. When this subject came up last night, Deacon called himself putting his foot down by telling me he would be escorting me to work. It’s bad enough that Deacon hasn’t let me go home. Now he won’t allow me to drive myself to work.

“Look, it's been days since that stuff at the club. Don’t you think it's over, and people have moved on? Besides, I’m not a club member, so no one will be looking for me due to association.”

Yeah, especially since you already have someone hot on your trail. When are you going to tell Deacon about your boogeyman?

The question echoing from my conscience has me walking away from Deacon to finish getting ready for work. Deacon and I are too new for me to tell him about my past, which seems to be attempting to alter my present and future. For now, I’m going to keep the information between Tinker Belle and me like it’s been from the beginning. Deacon has enough to worry about withBaxtown Iron, so I’m not interested in adding to his mounting plate.

Tuh. Deacon has shown you in a short time that he’s about you, no matter what he has going on, so you’re making a mistake and one that has the potential to be costly.

Rolling my eyes, I pull my hair into a ponytail before coiling it around my fingers to create a bun off my neck. Once that’s done, I apply a light beat to my face as Deacon enters the bathroom, coming to stand behind me. Our eyes connect through the mirror before Deacon’s arms wrap around my waist lovingly.

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