Page 49 of Deacon

Closing my eyes, I smile sinisterly when an image of Squeak walking toward me in a fire-ass wedding gown flashes in my psyche.

“Mm—okay.” Squeak moans, and my stroke stalls when my brain comprehends her words.

Oh shit! Is this dick haze, or is Squeak agreeing to marry my ass one day?

“Dea—con!” Squeak cries, dragging my name out like a run-on sentence while wiggling her ass to get me to keep moving.

Snapping out of the pause her words caused, I pull out and slam back into her waiting pussy, causing it to sputter like a fart.

“Ooh. Yes, fuck me, baby,” Squeak says.

Tingles and tightness creep into my toes, and I bite my lip when my nut begins alerting me of its fast-approaching arrival.

“I’m about to bust, Squeak. Cum with me, love. Cu—fuck!” I shout, sounding like a wounded dog when my nut rushes from my dick, flooding Squeak’s walls.

“Ahhh… yessss,” Squeak moans, and her body jerks, allowing me to exhale at knowing I didn’t cheat her out of an orgasm.

“I’m sleepy now,” Squeak says, blinking slowly while standing inside the shower floor.

“I know. Come on.” Opening the towel, I wait for her to move toward me before closing her in and drying her off.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk to the room.”

Wordlessly, I concentrate on removing the water from Squeak’s body, having taken care of myself first.

“I got you.” Throwing the towel in the direction of the hamper, I bend and pick Squeak up, causing her legs to wrap around my waist.

“Thank you, Deacon,” she says, laying her head on my shoulder before I carry her out of the bathroom.

Once I reach the bed, I gently lay her down, reaching for the lotion and moisturizing her skin.

“Ooh.” Squeak moans with her eyes closed, and a warm smile slides on my lips.

An unfamiliar yet welcoming feeling fills my body with every glide of my hand over Squeak’s smooth mocha skin. The song that got Squeak and me to this moment is still playing around the room, reminding me to cut it off before it gets me in trouble.

“Alexa, stop,” I say, bringing an instantaneous hush to the room until low murmurs hit my ears.

Thanks, Alexa… Mission accomplished.

Hearing Squeak’s low snores has me internally pounding my chest like Tarzan while watching my woman slumber, despite my hands rubbing lotion into her skin. Since our reconciliation, I have all but moved Squeak into my home, but she has yet to complain. With the lingering threat from Satan’s Cobras, I rest easier knowing Squeak is lying beside me. I’m also hoping thatI’ll be able to keep Squeak in my home long after the war is over. Once satisfied with Squeak’s skin’s moisture, I place the bottle on the nightstand.

Lifting Squeak’s body like one would a colicky baby who’s finally fallen asleep, I grunt from holding her dead weight before taking the necessary steps to ensure she’s able to get a comfortable night of sleep. I won’t lie; the coordination it takes to hold Squeak and push the blankets back before easing her comfortably in place has me biting the fuck out of my bottom lip. Dropping my woman after a bomb-ass date night would erase everything I did to make her smile. Returning to the bathroom, I flip the light, bringing darkness to the space, then quickly leave the room to check the front door. I’m unsure if Squeak or I had been more worried about getting the other out of their clothes, preventing us from remembering to secure the lock.

“Damn. Thank goodness it's not easy to get in here.” Shaking my head, I turn the lock securing the door before jogging back upstairs.

Squeak has turned toward the wall, but the light snores leaving her mouth lets me know sleep has her in a chokehold. Swaying slightly, I move to the bed, easing in while pulling Squeak into me so I can join her in slumber. My eyes suddenly become heavy and begin closing as fatigue leads way for an easy drift into a peaceful sleep.

“What colors did you say you wanted for our wedding?” Squeak’s groggy question penetrates my mind, causing my eyes to pop open.

“Blue and yellow. It’s Baxtown Iron’s first wedding,” I say as sleep clogs my cords.

“Oh. Right.”

Silence echoes in the room before light snores again pierce the atmosphere, and my eyes close again since Squeak has fallen back to sleep.

Several days later…

“Are we gonna include Sons of Shadows and City Slickers when we take care of Too Sweet?” Diesel asks.

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