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Placing light kisses on my chin, Deacon’s lips begin making a trail down my body, leaving goosebumps behind. Passing my center, Deacon lifts my left leg before taking my toes in his mouth.

“Oh shit!” I jerk from the sensation of his warm mouth when he sucks my toes while hungrily staring at me.

When he releases my left foot after several minutes of care, he moves to my right leg and toes, causing moans to ease from my lips. After Deacon has gotten his fix, he places my leg down and slowly crawls up my body until his face hovers over my pulsing center.

“Damn, you smell good. Have you been touching my pussy, Squeak?”

Shaking my head, I lick my dry lips, unable to respond verbally to which Deacon smirks before diving in like an Olympic swimmer.

“Deacon!” I cry, and my back lifts from the bed while my hands immediately grip his bald head.

Deacon doesn’t need any instruction from me as he reacquaints his tongue with my pearl.

Deacon… my Deacon. Whew, I fucking missed you, baby.

Closing my eyes, I bask in the sensations rippling through my core from Deacon’s expert pussy eating capabilities. Between the low growls coming from Deacon’s mouth vibrating against my clit and his tongue that’s alternating between sucking and licking, I’m seconds from a powerful orgasm. My legs begin shaking, and my eyes pop open when Deacon stops eating my pussy.

“Nah. Your first orgasm won’t be from my tongue. My dick is too jealous for that shit tonight.” Repositioning himself, Deacon widens my legs and pushes into my entrance, causing my walls to grip his dick like a pair of pliers. “Damn, Squeak.”

“Fuck me, Deacon.” I pant.

“Say less.” Deacon pulls out before slamming into me, making me bite my bottom lip when he thrusts in and out of me without the gentleness he had at the start of this.

That’s right. Make your point, Deacon, I’m listening.

“I fucked up,Squeak, but I promise this will be the last time until a nigga forgets our fiftieth anniversary and shit.”

“Fiftieth anniversary? You’re reaching.” Squeak laughs heartily, and the warmth I’ve been lacking in her absence coats my body like a swaddled newborn.

“Nah. While I have been a foolish and misguided nigga, the love I have for you has only grown in size. I’m gonna marry your pretty ass, Squeak. That’s a promise you can collect interest on in the future.”

Silence bounces around the room, and I bask in it while tightening the grip I have on Squeak’s nude body. Squeak’s steady heartbeat against my chest is the comfort I’ve been missing. The storm swirling around me is beginning to calm thelonger Squeak’s body lies on top of me. Desperate for a more intimate connection after our multiple makeup sessions, I held her tight when she tried to lay beside me after our last session.

“Why did you treat me like I meant nothing to you, Deacon?” The low and fragility in Squeak’s voice confirms that I have a ways to go with repairing the damage I caused between us.

Sighing heavily, I kiss Squeak’s forehead and forge ahead with the conversation necessary to repair the fabric of our tattered relationship. Heaviness rests on my shoulders because I have never been comfortable letting her go, yet I didn’t override the loyalty I had to my brothers.

“I’m sorry for showing you the opposite of what I said. I will never forgive myself for damaging the moment we had. To be honest, before you, I have never had someone to make me challenge my actions concerning my club duties.”

“I don’t understand because for as easy as you said you loved me… love didn’t keep you in bed with me. Love didn’t have your ass running to rescue me. Love didn’t protect me from the man who intends to kill me. Your love, or lack thereof, left me vulnerable and staring into the eyes of the Boogeyman.”

My eyes draw together, and my brows hike from the last statement Squeak said, making me lift her head to stare into her weary brown orbs.

“What did you say?”

Squeak’s eyes become watery, and my chest tightens at the pain shining through, causing wrinkles on my forehead.

“I went to a thing at one of my co-worker's house and ran into my boogeyman. Only God kept you from seeing my picture on the news.”

Fuck!

Multiple emotions fight for dominance as I watch Squeak intently before settling on the ones I feel the most at this moment… rage and guilt. Staring into Squeak’s eyes, I recognizethe misery from that night is still haunting her, and the weight of my absence settles heavily within my extremities.

“Who the fuck is he, Squeak?” My question comes out harsh and raw due to the sudden urge to avenge Squeak after leaving her wide open.

I want to kick my own ass, and I will after I’ve taken care of the man who I stupidly gave permission to breathe Squeak’s air.

“H-h-he’s in a motorcycle club, according to his vest.”

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