Page 47 of Deacon

“My body, my choice, Deacon.”

“Tuh. The lies you tell. My pussy, my nut. Don’t have me trapping your ass and then locking you in the room with Carol Ann for nine months.”

Laughing at the tightness around his eyes and the cute pout on his face, I comment on the outlandish statements coming from Deacon’s mouth.

“Don’t ruin a perfect night with comments about holding me hostage.”

“Whatever. Come sit on my lap so I can feed your hardheaded ass,” Deacon says, adjusting his back against the pillows he’s positioned behind him after getting in the truck.

Smirking, I do as I’m told, and warmth surges through me when I’m resting against him at an angle so he can do what he has planned. We’re parked at Chasity’s Peak, and it’s the perfectlocation for a romantic evening. The sun is going down, and the colors in the sky are serenading us with the ideal canvas for depicting love.

“Mm. That’s good,” I say, chewing the grape Deacon has given me as a starter.

“Not as good as you, but yeah, it's sweet, which is a plus because these shits can trick you into buying them only to discover they taste like a lemon.”

“You say the wildest things,” I say, giggling.

Deacon shrugs before popping a couple grapes in his mouth, then using a toothpick to grab some cheese and salami. Once satisfied with their placement on the instrument he’s using as a utensil, Deacon brings the food to my mouth, causing me to take the bite he’s serving.

“What’s something that turns you on that you haven’t shared or done before?” Deacon asks while my mouth moves, continuously consuming the meat and cheese I’m enjoying.

My forehead wrinkles, and my mouth twists while I ponder the question and an answer I’m comfortable providing. Reaching a conclusion, I nod, swallow the remaining food, and start talking.

“This moment right here. I would have never pictured the mean and burly biker to have a romantic side like this. What made you think to do this tonight?”

“My need to show you something different. I’m more than the vest and iron I ride, Squeak. Although I’m more likely to stick and move where women are concerned, I’m not without the ability to wine and dine the woman who holds my heart.”

The pained expression in Deacon’s eyes has me rubbing his beard soothingly and desperate to fix the offense I’ve seemed to cause him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any harm. I—just ignore me while I remove the shoe I’ve put in my mouth.”

My stomach hardens briefly, and a painful tightness eases into my esophagus.

“I know things have been hectic lately, not only with the club shit but with the shit you have going on. With this being my place of peace, I wanted to give us something to hold onto and cherish for years.”

Nodding, my eyes water at the sincerity within Deacon’s words that match the strong cadence of his delivery.

Serves you right for acting like your judgmental ass mom.

My conscience shouts in my mind, and I break the intense eye contact between Deacon and me to avoid the momentary tension I’ve caused.

“Chin up, Squeak. We’re good,” Deacon says, bending to place a light kiss on my forehead before his hand moves to the pizza to pull apart a slice.

Whew, thank you, God. I almost tanked this whole night.

“How serious are you about marrying me?” I ask.

“Serious enough to give your mother another vantage point of what you’ll be committing to by being with me.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“Your mom doesn’t like motorcycle clubs, yet I’m sure her ignorance has skewed her reasoning. Unfurrow your brows, and let me finish. I’m not calling your mom stupid, Squeak,” Deacon says, smirking.

A deep frown hovers on my lips, and wrinkles replace the hiking of my brows while I wait for Deacon to elaborate because I’m contemplating slapping him right now.

“Like I was saying, your mom has no firsthand knowledge of a group of people she’s deemed to be gang members. Therefore, my love for you and the plan to remove the tension from my future mother-in-law is simple. Show her that Baxtown Iron will never be reduced to gang associations.”

The second part of date night involves several members of Baxtown Iron and whoever their flavor of the night selection is. We’re at Lanae’s Soul Lounge, and unlike the other members of our party, I’m too full to eat anything. Despite the glass of wine I had, I’m drinking a lemon drop that has me feeling nice.

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