Page 57 of Deacon

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Okay, now ladies (yeah)

If you know you bad (yeah)

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The music blastsaround the room, and my body instantly starts moving as Tinker Belle hypes me up.

“Get it, Squeak. Show them what you working with,” Tinker Belle says, throwing her hands in the air while twerking.

Tonight, Baxtown Iron is hosting another cabaret, and the DJ is on fire with the music choices, giving the women in the room reasons to dance.

“That’s right, Squeak. Bend that ass over,” Deacon says huskily, reminding me of his presence behind me.

Looking over my shoulder, I grind my ass on Deacon, smiling when his hands grip my waist, allowing me to feel his hard dick. Dancing provocatively doesn’t alarm me, knowing my man is behind me, catching what I’m throwing.

“Mhm. You better give me this same energy when we get to the crib tonight,” Deacon says, biting his lip.

Warmth spreads through my chest at hearing his words from my new reality. I officially moved in with Deacon, and we’ve been getting acclimated to living together. After coming home a few months ago wearing a cheesy grin, Deacon asked me to live with him. His foreign expression had me sitting up in bed while immediately asking back-to-back questions.

“The only thing you need to know is that you no longer have to fear any nigga. Your torment is over, Squeak. From now on, even our children won’t fear the boogeyman,” Deacon says.

My heart drops to the bottom of my feet, and my heart races while my mouth opens and closes once the revelation of what Deacon hasn’t said hits me.

“Oh God. Yo-yo-you did it?” I ask with my brows hiking.

Wordlessly, Deacon nods before walking toward me while removing his clothes, and his hungry gaze tells me where his mind is now.

“It’s time to celebrate, Squeak. My dick is harder than Chinese arithmetic right now. Show your man what he has to look forward to every time he takes care of business.”

“Damn, Squeak. What are you thinking about causing you to get lazy with these ass throws?” Deacon’s voice snaps me back into the present moment, and I giggle before resuming my dance moves.

At that moment, the DJ fades to a new song, causing me to drop down low with my arms in the air while twerking. Unlike the first party thrown by Baxtown Iron, where Deacon spent a lot of time outside, I’m thoroughly enjoying hearing him hype me up.

“I know that’s fucking right, Squeak. Show these ho’s how to do this shit,” Deacon says.

“It’s good to see you acting our age, Squeak. Your countenance is lighter and less old lady, which is what I knew Deacon could give you,” Tinker Belle says.

We’re sitting at a table replenishing our electrolytes after being on the dance floor for back-to-back songs. I’m having a great time and have even come to like some of the club sisters within the club.

“I’m gonna need you bitches to teach me how to twerk because, thanks to y’all, Boston has challenged me to the task,” Dimples says, taking a seat at one of the empty chairs.

“I don’t know that I’m doing it right, to be honest. I’m just letting the beat flow through me without thinking about how my body is reacting,” I say, shrugging.

“Please don’t lie when your ass was looking like waves on that dance floor. Not only do I need to increase my squats to round out this ass, but I also look like one of those rhythmless Karens pretending to have dance moves. It’s a tragedy, girl,” Dimples says, causing Tinker Belle and I to laugh.

“I’ll teach you, sis. No booty left behind,” Tinker Belle says, smirking.

“That’s what I’m talking about. Thank you,” Dimples says, grinning.

“Ewe. I guess she calls herself showing us up,” I say frowning while looking at one of the women who I saw at the last cabaret.

“Oh. That’s Thumpiana. She’s the latest house mouse floating around the scene. I think she’s trying to get one of the officers in her bed,” Dimples says, rolling her eyes.

“What, officer?” I ask, damn near shouting, causing Tinker Belle to laugh.

“Look at you getting territorial over your man. I’m so proud,” Tinker Belle says, holding her hand over her chest.

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