Page 4 of Deacon

Her face has a delicacy and strength that doesn’t meet her orbs, pulling me like a magnet. Her thick dark hair hangs in long curves over her shoulders, making my hands itch to grip it while she takes my dick from behind. Her beauty is exquisite yet fragile, and damn if I’m not in love with her, and I don’t even know her name.

“What the hell are you looking at?” Gunz says before turning toward the entrance where Tinker Belle and the mystery woman are moving through the crowd.

“Ooh, fresh meat,” Shadow says, causing my head to snap in his direction as a deep frown fills my lips.

“Nah. Find you another house mouse because she’s not about to be anywhere near your bed, bro,” I say aggressively.

“Man, we can both sam?—”

“Nigga, we ain’t sampling shit where she’s concerned. I said what the fuck I said. She’s off-limits to you and every nigga in this mothafucka,” I say gruffly, walking away before I forget that Shadow is my boy and beat his ass.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t even know this woman and ready to end one of my longest friendships over her.

“I should kick your ass.I told you I wanted to do something low-key. This ain’t what I had in mind, Robyn,” I say, frowning as we maneuver through the heavy crowd.

“This is as low-key as it gets. Besides, I need my people to get familiar with you. This is neutral ground, without you feeling pressure to talk to the people around you.”

“Hey, Tinker Belle. Who is this?” a woman asks, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, halting Robyn’s and my steps.

My face blanches, and my forehead wrinkles at the unfamiliar name the woman says while looking at Robyn.

“Hey, Sinful. This is my best friend, Janelle. She’s returned home, so I’m showing her my world,” Robyn says.

“Oh, I feel you. It’s nice to meet you, Janelle,” Sinful says, extending her hand toward me, causing me to connect our hands briefly.

“Likewise,” I say lowly. The smile on this woman’s face isn’t reaching her eyes, which puts me on high alert.

“I’m gonna go see if I can find my boo because I need some of his?—”

“Mhm. See you later.” Robyn cuts her off while stepping around the woman and pulling me along. “Some of these bitches only joined the club to freely fuck the guys. A pussy like Sinful’s can’t possibly contain a lick of elasticity. I get sick of how many boos she has in this club. Ugh. Let’s go to the bar so I can get you the drinks I promised you.”

“Good idea. On another note… Tinker Belle? Sinful?”

“Oh yeah, girl. While in the four corner walls of this building, Robyn doesn’t exist. I’m Tinker Belle, which is my club name. You’ll get used to it.”

“Not likely. Who comes up with the names you all have?”

“Most of us come up with our own names, but some people are given theirs by the officers of the club. Sinful got hers from the founder, who was the first man she let slip in her loose pussy upon joining. That’s another conversation for another day, though.”

Before I can respond to Robyn, or should I say Tinker Belle, the music echoes around the room, causing my head to bob as I concentrate on not bumping into anyone. Twenty minutes ago, when Robyn pulled into what looked like a deserted strip mall, I wasn’t sure what to expect. While I’m still not sure what will happen by the night’s end, the heavy bass filling the room has me momentarily focusing on something else.

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3-6-9, damn you fine

Hoping she can sock it to me one more time

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“Mhm, I see you don’t have a problem bobbing and jamming to this old-school music despite your reservations,” Robyn says when we reach the bar, and she turns to see me moving to the beat.

“Girl. Can’t nobody resist Lil Jon, and that includes me. No matter how old this song is, it still goes hard.”

“It sure does. What do you want to drink?”

“What do y’all have?”

“Shit. Everything. Name it, and I know we have it. So pick your poison. I got you.”

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