One of his arms flipped across his face. “That was mean.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll give you something better.” I stood up and returned to the seated position I’d been in before, only this time I slid back until I was sitting in his lap and his member was resting like a hot iron against my thigh. “Remember earlier?”
He offered a dark chuckle. “Ah. You were training me.” One of his hands wrapped around me and grabbed at my breast, and the other dipped between my legs. “Whatever you want.”
I lifted up a little, and Deon grabbed himself and guided himself into my waiting hole. I lowered over him and his hand settled right at the top of my most sensitive spot and started to rub. What had been pleasurable earlier was now pure ecstasy, as Deon’s hands worked in tandem with his lower half. I rocked my hips back and forth, dragging him along the deepest parts of me until he was targeting a sweet spot deep inside. I let out a moan, and Deon started to fire against the spot, lifting himself into me.
“Yeah, baby,” I moaned. “That’s so good. I’m—”
I was cut off by my own orgasm. It was the most powerful one I’d ever experienced, with twinges of rapture snatching at me from all angles.
“Fuck,” Deon hissed. “Cherri, I can’t.”
“That’s okay, baby. Let me have it,” I demanded.
Deon slammed up into me and I rocked my hips backwards to meet his movements. Whether my orgasm never stopped or another ran into me before the last one had completely subsided, I wasn’t sure, but I could no longer make sound, only hold my mouth open and try to keep myself conscious. Deon’s legs started to shake, then he dropped and I rutted down against him, and he exploded, growling in my ear. He flowed into me, and I sang out with pleasure as he filled me up.
Thank god I made the last minute decision to start birth control at the beginning of the summer.
We both went limp, and the only sound in the room was that of us trying to catch our breath. Deon’s hands squeezed me, and I could feel his heart bashing in his chest. When we’d recovered enough, we moved our antics to the bathroom, where I kept Deon blindfolded for another couple of rounds before finally letting him take it off so we could run a bath in the giant jacuzzi tub and settle in for a soak.
I made myself comfortable between Deon’s legs and leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his head against mine. “That whole ‘you in control of me blindfolded’ thing,” he started. “The whole thing just works for me.”
I giggled. “I’m glad. I was a little scared you wouldn’t like it. Thank you for trusting me enough to do it.”
“Of course. I’d trust you with my life, Cherri.” He kissed the top of my head. “That was the best by far.”
“I think so too. It’s exhilarating asking for what I want,” I said.
“You should always do that,” Deon said. “Ask for what you want from me. In or out of the bedroom, if I can give it to you, I will.”
I snuggled back against him. “I love you.”
“Hey, can I ask you for a favor?” he said.
“Of course.”
“Tomorrow, when we go in search of Connor. Can you stay back?” he asked.
I turned my head so I could look up at him. “Stay back? Why?”
He curled his arms tighter around me. “I don’t want to lose you. If he hurts you, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“No,” I said. “Deon, I’m coming with you wherever you go. I’m a ride or die.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to die,” Deon replied.
“I won’t,” I said. “I can take care of myself, and besides, you’re not going to let anything happen to me and neither are our friends. The only one who should be scared as shit is Connor.”
Deon didn’t seem to like that answer very much, but nodded. “I’d sooner die than let anything happen to you.”
“Well, no dying for you either.” I repositioned myself and leaned back against Deon’s chest and closed my eyes. “We’re going to do this how we should have been doing it all along. Together.”
29
Deon
“Woo hoo!” Colette said, starting a round of applause as we walked into the pool area where the entire Royal Court was hanging out. “There they are!”
“Hey, how was the honeymoon, you two?” Kyle asked, snickering.
Brayden, who was floating in the pool between Kyle’s legs, smacked his knee. “Hey, that’s not okay.” He looked over at Cherri and I. “No wedding without the flower girl.”
Cherri and Nikita immediately broke out into laughter, along with Brayden, while everyone else just stared in confusion. “I don’t get it,” I said.
“None of us do,” Sicily said. “This is an inside joke the three of them have that they refuse to let us in on.”
“I’m sorry,” Cherri said. “I know we probably would have gotten started sooner, but we were… preoccupied.”
“Even this morning?” Alistair asked.
I shrugged. “Checkout wasn’t until 11.”
“Yeah!” Avery said. “Get it, Cherri!”
“Well,” Nathan said. “As much as the sexual exploits of my brother and ex-girlfriend interest me, I would love nothing more than to shift the topic as far away from that as possible.”
Nikita tapped Nathan’s leg, chuckling. “That’s fair.”
“Let’s shut this pool party down then, and head inside to make a plan. We have a crazy man to shut down,” Alistair said.
Those few people who were in the pool started to climb out, and everyone else stood up from the lounge chairs and barstools scattered around the pool. We all made our way back inside. Even though my back and legs were sore in the best way, I did my best to look unaffected by my long, lovely night with Cherri and kept her close to me as we walked in.
Those who were wet went up the stairs to get changed, while the rest of us sat down in the living room. Cherri and the other members of The Royal Court bounced casual conversations off one another for a while, and I still felt a little out of place. I’d judged The Royal Court so harshly back before I went to prison. Though to be fair, so did Cherri. As shitty as Connor was, he’d presented us all with an opportunity to grow as people and become more honest with one another, and as I watched people like Cherri and Sicily chat happily with people like Brayden and Colette, I knew that the universe was hard at work trying to give us back what Connor Loche had stolen from all of us.
Once everyone was in the living room, Nathan stood up and leaned against the fireplace at the front of the room. “Okay. This is it, guys. This is everything that we’ve been working towards. We got Deon back and now it’s time to take Connor Loche down.”
“Nathan?” a voice called out.
“In the living room!” A few seconds later, a shorter, fit-looking woman and a taller, buff man rounded the corner into the living room. “Hey!”
“Who are they?” I whispered to Cherri.