Page 39 of Deacon

“Always, baby girl. What’s on your mind?”

“Why is the male species such mysterious creatures? I’m not talking about you, but some of your kind are idiots.”

A chuckle leaves Dad’s mouth before he mutes the TV and turns toward me, giving me his undivided attention.

“That’s a loaded question. Does it have anything to do with a certain man you haven’t mentioned since being here?”

“Maybe,” I say noncommittally.

“Mhm. Let me give you some advice. A man like the one you introduced your mother and me to might be slow to catch upwith what’s in front of him. The thing I can respect about Deacon is that he never shied away from your mother’s or my bullshit. His eyes showed me a man willing to go to war for the woman who doesn’t know his feelings for her.”

My heart rate speeds up and slows down at the words coming from Dad because it's hard to reconcile them with the ongoing silence I’ve been getting from Deacon. I have blocked his number before deleting it to prevent myself from reaching out again.

“I find that hard to believe since all hell has broke loose, and I’m being guarded by you instead of the man who claimed to love me,” I say, breaking eye contact with Dad to avoid his reaction to my words.

“Aw, baby. If that man told you he lo?—”

*bam, bam, bam*

Loud and thunderous banging at the front door cuts off Dad’s words, and my chest tightens, causing my eyes to mist over. Dad, on the other hand, pulls his AK from beside his chair and heads toward the door without a word. Bowing my head and closing my eyes, I open my mouth to pray.

“God, pl?—”

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear,” Dad says, instantly halting the beginning of my prayer.

Lifting my head, I open my eyes to see Dad grinning like a Cheshire cat and no other than Deacon standing at his side. Now, my heart is racing for a whole different reason when Deacon’s dark orbs rake over my body.

“You’re a sight for my weary eyes, Squeak,” Deacon says huskily.

Dad chuckles, causing me to shift from Deacon to him before he opens his mouth and starts speaking.

“Wow. I get it. Cute. I’m gonna give y’all some privacy. Use it wisely, nigga,” Dad says before patting Deacon’s shoulder and leaving the room.

“While I can respect your father’s gesture, this conversation requires more privacy than these walls can overhear,” Deacon says before invading my space in three large lunges that simultaneously increase the room's temperature and my body.

“Hey, baby girl. Everything all right?” Dad asks when the call connects.

“Mhm. Um… I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be home tonight.”

“Oh, I knew the minute Deacon walked his smooth-talking ass in my house. Love you, baby girl,” Dad says, chuckling.

“Love you too.” Disconnecting the call, my eyes connect with Deacon, and my pussy purrs uncontrollably.

Lord, who can I blame now? I’m sober and about to run at full speed into this collision.

“I bet before the night is over, he won’t be the only male recipient to hear those three words,” Deacon says, stalking toward me like a panther seconds from devouring his prey.

My mouth starts watering, my hands become clammy, and the seat of my panties becomes moist with the first drop of my juices. Deacon’s lackluster beard comforts me from suggesting that he hasn’t been saturating it with another woman’s excitement. The glowing gleam in his gaze causes me to silentlypump my fist from the adoration shining unapologetically through his orbs.

“Tonight, I’m gonna show you what my apology feels like, Squeak.” Deacon’s words hit my lower region like a boomerang, and a low moan escapes my lips. “Shhh. Let me redeem myself, love.” Leaning in, Deacon kisses me softly before he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

The heat of my pearl in this position has me wanting to move my hips to release some of the friction. Deacon effortlessly carries me up the steps toward his bedroom, and my eyes stretch when I see it's not the same. With a tenderness not common from Deacon, he lays me on the large bed and presses his lips to mine. Desperate, I kiss Deacon with a hunger that belies my outward calm.

“Mm.” A low moan escapes Deacon’s mouth, instantly saturating my core and making the seat of my panties useless.

“We-we—mm, shouldn’t we talk first,” I say breathlessly disconnecting our lips while staring into Deacon’s eyes.

“We will once I remove the stain of my fuck up from the first time we did this.”

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