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“We’re just getting started,” Deacon says before moving me into position over his dick and sliding into my entrance. “Fuck!”

“Ooh,” I say simultaneously when another orgasm comes on the heels of the last from Deacon’s dick invading my walls.

Wordlessly and with his teeth holding his bottom lip hostage, Deacon flips us so I’m now on the bottom. Staring into his eyes that are full of longing, passion, and the four-letter word I’mtrying to reconcile coming from him, I bite my lip when Deacon begins thrusting in and out of me slowly.

Oh shit! I didn’t think Deacon would be a nigga capable of missionary or slow strokes.

“Never have I ever wanted to mold my dick to a woman’s pussy like I need to with you, Squeak. Damn, you’re it for me.”

Yet… never have I ever fallen in love after having sex, but you’re about to become my first.

I get lost in Deacon’s gaze as our bodies move in sync to a rhythm only the two of us will ever be able to recognize.

“I love you, Squeak,” Deacon says throatily.

I love you too, Deacon.

Me:

Is everything okay?

Biting my lip, I alternate between looking at the unread message I sent to Deacon and the clock.2:45 a.m.Deacon and I had been lying in our post-coital bliss after showering when his phone sounded in the room. Deacon quickly got out of bed without telling me what was happening or who the caller was, wordlessly racing around the room. Deacon left his bedroom within fifteen minutes of receiving the call, and I have yet to hear a peep from him. My face is a cloud of uneasiness, and my heart rate elevates with every minute of silence from Deacon.

*bzz, bzz*

Jumping out of my skin, I quickly answer the phone when Tinker Belle’s face flashes on the screen. “Hello.”

“I’m on my way to pick you up. Deacon won’t be back and doesn’t want you to be alone.”

My face twists, my brows hike, and my forehead wrinkles at the words coming from Tinker Belle’s mouth.

“Huh?”

“Get dressed. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.” With no other words, the call drops, and I hold the phone to my ear, unable to move or process the information.

*bzz*

The Heathen:

I have disarmed the alarm. Don’t worry about locking the door.

“What the fuck?”

My stomach drops to my feet, and I throw the blankets from my body, exiting the bed after re-reading Deacon’s vague message. Stomping toward the closet, I snatch my duffel bag from the floor and start throwing my clothes in. My previous worry for Deacon and whatever situation he left the house for is officially gone. In its place is the urge to imitate Angela Bassett because this nigga got me fucked up right now. When I have everything in the bag, I leave the closet and exit the room, descending the steps, my blood boiling with every step. Once I’m on the bottom level, I open the front door and paste on a fake smile upon seeing Tinker Belle’s car pulling up.

“Hey, Sq?—”

“Don’t call me that bullshit name. It’s Janelle Capri fucking Stephens from here on out,” I snap, cutting Tinker Belle off while getting in the car.

“Uh. I have been advis?—”

“Look. You and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember, so I don’t want to take this out on you. However, our shit will sour faster than the speed of lightning if you allow yourself to become a spokesperson for a nigga too cowardly to say anything to me himself. Matter of fact, take me to my parents’ house.”

“Okay. I’m going to say this, so hear me out. Some shit happened, and Deacon has to?—”

“I don’t fucking care to hear it, Robyn. Either leave the situation alone or deal with the fallout that trickles over to you.”

Fury surges throughout my body because I don’t care what’s going on within Baxtown Iron. Not only did Deacon leave me after claiming to love me, but his ass is treating me like I’m nothing more than a woman who allowed him to drain his dick. Niggas ain’t shit. What had been a beautiful exchange between two people is now nothing more than a stain I need to remove. Since when did love cause a nigga to ghost you not even sixty minutes after expressing said words? Silence surrounds the interior before Tinker Belle turns on the radio, and I roll my eyes when the lyrics hit my ear canal.

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