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“You’re so impatient,” he chuckled deeply as he rose on onto his knees and grabbed the condom, tearing it open and rolling it on smoothly. Seeing him up close like that made me worry whether he was going to fit. It seemed he was big all over.

“I’ll go slow to start with, “ he told me as his eyes locked with mine. I worried I’d said something out loud, but opted to keep my mouth closed for fear of him stopping. I did not want anything to stop or slow down.

I lay still, my chest heaving with need and anticipation as he lined up with my core and then slid into me gently. He moved slowly and cautiously at first, thrusting forward little by little. He was checking my face constantly and I knew he was worried he’d hurt me, or I’d freak out, but all I could feel was pleasure.

I wrapped my hand around the back of his wide neck and pulled him down until he was leaning over me again, his chest brushing my nipples with every small movement. I smiled at him before reaching up to kiss him hard, and he picked up his pace, his movements getting longer and faster as he kissed me just as ferociously.

I became completely lost to anything but Deacon, myself, and the pleasure building between us. Needing him deeper and closer I wrapped my legs around his waist and started to move with him. I clung to him as sweat coated our bodies and the we became lost in the moment. My orgasm was building inside of me to the point I feared the impact it would have when it finally came, but nothing would stop me from seeking it.

“Fuck! Deacon!” I cried loudly, barely finding the breath I needed to get the words out. I was so close, but at the same time I didn’t want the bliss of the moment to end. I was so close to Deak. He was with me in every thrust of our hips, everymovement. I clung to him tightly as he continued to lavish kisses on any part of my flesh he could reach and it fell magic. It felt like the build-up to flying I used to reach when I played with Jack and Mason at the club so many years ago.

“So fucking perfect, Ava,” Deacon panted as he slightly adjusted his position. He pressed his hand between us, brushing over my clit and that was all it took to set off ,y orgasm. Heat rushed through me as my back arched and my muscled tensed with the intensity. Peace and calm engulfed me as I got lost in the pleasure.

All I could do was cling to Deacon and hope it would be enough to keep me held down to the world as I flew off somewhere heavenly.

The sound of Deak crying out his own release, then the slowing of his thrusts seemed to bring me back to myself some, but still I just clung to him.

We were a mass of sweaty, tangled limbs and gasping breaths as we lay clinging to each other and coming down from the amazing high.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Deacon asked after a while, though we still hadn’t moved.

“Good,” I breathed heavily. “So good.”

“I need to move and deal with the condom,” he said, and before I could even protest he was pulling out of my hold and getting to his feet. He went into what I assumed was his adjoining bathroom and I heard water running.

With a groan I stretched my body. It was aching, but in the best possible way. Deacon had supported me so carefully as he madelove to me that there was no pain from my back, and I just felt good. Relaxed.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and slid to my feet, crossing Deacon’s spacious bedroom and walking into the bathroom behind him. I didn’t even worry or feel conscious of my scars. Deacon hadn’t commented on them when I got naked, and he’d known they were there, so clearly they hadn’t bothered him.

Deacon was at the sink, washing his hands when I walked in. I wrapped myself around his back and my arms around his waist as I looked at his reflection in the mirror.

“Hey, beautiful,” he grinned as he looked at my reflection too, then he turned in my arms and pressed me closer to his naked body. “Still doing alright?” he asked.

“I’m perfect,” I assured him as I cuddled into his chest and sighed contentedly. “I’m falling way too fast for you, Deak.”

“Me too, sweetheart, but I’m not fighting a damned thing. Obviously, you were made for me,” he told me so easily it made me feel emotional.

“But Jack and Mason. I love them too. Could you ever…”

“We’ll make it work, Ava,” he told me, cutting off my worries. “You were obviously made for the three of us, so we’ll just have to find a way we can all be together, okay? I don’t want to let you go.”

“I don’t want you to let me go.”

“Then I never will. Everything will be okay. I’ll make sure of it. We all will,” he promised, and for once I decided to hope for something good, and believe him.

CHAPTER 23

AVA

I was disappointed to wake up alone after being perfectly snuggled against Deacon and held tightly in his hold all night, but there was still a huge smile on my face as I sat up and stretched. Pain shot down my back, somewhat dampening my happiness as I winced with the pain, but nothing could take away from the amazing night I’d had with Deacon.

It wasn’t a good day for me, pain wise, I realized as I took a shower in Deacon’s huge en-suite shower room and got myself dressed. The pain in my back was severe and it ran up to my neck, causing a thumping tension headache. I’d need to go back to Colt’s for my meds as soon as I could, but I wasn’t in a rush to leave Deacon. I’d heard him moving around elsewhere in the apartment, so I knew he was close, and I couldn’t wait to see him.

Wearing last nights clothes, no makeup, and my hair thrown up in a messy bun, I made me way slowly through the huge apartment and froze when I got to the living space and found not just Deak in the kitchen, but Jack and Mason sat at the counter talking to him.

“What are you guys doing here?” I asked as I moved closer, my smile growing wider. It had been a while since I saw either Jack or Mace and I had missed them.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Deacon greeted as he looked over to me from behind the stove and smiled broadly. He was dressed in a very form fitting black t-shirt that defined every one of his muscles, and he looked amazing.

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