“Okay, gotcha.” I start packing up the basket stuff. This is not a date, I remind myself. But he did kiss me. Maybe he can be my bodyguard with benefits. Just for the weekend.
I pause with the champagne in hand and consider opening it, but it’s a little early for drinking. Don’t want to go to the reception tipsy.
“Sadie,” Deke murmurs.
“Yes?” I answer but don’t look at him.
“The dream with the white picket fence and kids, it's not for me.”
I frown because he sounds sad again. I’m about to ask why not when the phone by the bed rings. I reach over and grab it.
“Sadie! You're here!” the bride shrieks in my ear. There’s squealing in the background. Jenn must be with her other bridesmaids, hitting the champagne early.
“Just got in.” I sit on the bed.
“Come down!” Jenn says. “We’re in room 404.”
“Um…” I glance at Deke. The last thing I want to do is leave Deke and go party with the wedding crowd. I feel a little guilty about that—the wedding is the main reason I’m here. “I’m actually a little tired. See you at the reception?”
“Okay, fine. If you and Scott can’t drag yourselves away…” She giggles. Someone in the background shouts something I don't quite hear.
“See you,” I quickly make my goodbyes and hang up. Crap. I need to tell Jenn I’m not with Scott anymore. I guess it was too much to hope Scott would tell Geoff, and it’d get back to Jenn.
“Fuuuuudge,” I groan and sag backwards onto the bed with my hands covering my face. Is it too much to ask for everything to be called off, so I can stay in the room and seduce Deke? Climb over his walls and get to know him?
Get to know his dick, my ovaries prompt. “Arrrrrrghhhh.”
“Everything okay?” Deke asks.
“This stuff just stresses me out. I can handle twenty-eight squirming kindergarteners, but formal social affairs remind me too much of suffering through my dad’s cocktail parties as a kid. I’d so much rather stay holed up in this room with you.”
Deke’s eyes glint green. “Yeah?” He stalks toward me with a predatory softness to his tread. Okay, good. We might be on the same page, here.
Yes! Yes! My ovaries are in cheerleading outfits, waving pom poms.
“I might know a way to relieve your stress.” His voice is low and suggestive, but I can tell by the way he watches my face for my reaction, he’s testing. He’s not sure.
“I might be in need of your services.” I climb up on the bed on my knees and lift the champagne bottle up like a suggestion.
“Babe.” Suddenly I’m flat on my back, my wrists pinned beside my head. Deke takes the champagne bottle from my hand and sets it on the bedside table.
Deke! Deke! Get the D! My ovaries cheer.
“Here’s how things are going to go,” he tells me. His face hovers just inches from mine. I can smell his minty breath. “I’m going to strip you naked, tie you to the bed and lick your pussy until you scream. And after you’ve come all over my tongue about a dozen times, we’re going to go down to that party and do whatever it is we’re supposed to do. Sounds like a plan?”
I come.
Seriously. That’s all it takes. Deke’s dark promise makes my pussy clench, a ripple of pleasure running straight to my core.
My teeth actually chatter as I stutter out, “I like the plan.”
His smile is feral. “Good girl.”
Deke yanks my top off over my head. My breath shudders in, shock and excitement mingling together to turn me into a shivering, quivering ball of nerves.
“Deke…” I actually have nothing more to add to the sentence. I think I’m just saying his name as an honorific. Because he just elevated himself to sex god, and I’m not even naked yet.
Deke uses his middle fingers to hook under each bra strap and tug them down my shoulders. I shimmy my arms through the holes, then hold my breasts when he tugs the cups down. My nipples tingle, my breasts are heavy with desire.
“Mmm. So pretty,” Deke rumbles, staring down at my nipples showing between my fingers and thumbs. He covers my hands with his, helping me massage and squeeze my breasts. I’m already wet for him. I squirm beneath his large body, wanting him closer. He spins the band of my bra around and unhooks it, then pulls it out from under me.
“I like the way you’re touching yourself, Sadie, but I need you to give me those wrists. He snaps the bra out straight, and I catch his meaning. Another mini orgasm rolls through me as I hold my hands straight up, wrists touching.
“Good girl.” He wraps the bra around them, then ties it. I watch him quickly survey the headboard—a fabric-covered, wall-mounted thing—then climb off. In a flash, he has a shoelace out of his boot, and he loops it through my bra-binding, then down behind the bed somewhere. He slides the bed out from the wall, as if it—with me on it—weighs nothing, and in another moment, my wrists get pulled taut above my head as he fastens the shoelace somewhere to the bed.
I’m incredibly turned on by his quick survival skills. Not that tying a woman to a bed is a survival skill, but the Special Forces in him shows, and it's a massive turn-on. Once he has me secure, he takes a long moment drinking me in. His lids droop, and a low rumble sounds in his chest.
I wiggle, trying to entice him back in. His gaze dips to my peaked nipples, and he climbs back over me, lowering his mouth to one. He flicks it with his tongue. Grazes it with his teeth. He palms my breast possessively as he moves his mouth to the other side.
It’s delicious. Heaven. I’ve never been touched by a man like this before. He’s so aggressive, yet infinitely more attentive than any lover I’ve had before.
He grasps the waistband of my pants and tugs them down and off, leaving me in nothing but my provocative panties. I’m so glad I wore them.
“Mmm,” he rumbles, sliding a finger under the leg band and tracing it down between my legs. “These are so pretty, Sadie-girl.”
A whimper-moan escapes my lips.
“Did you wear these for me?”
My core clenches. “Y-yes.”
His eyes glint green, and he draws a sharp breath in through his nostrils, almost like he’s trying to steady himself. “Fuck, Sadie.” He squeezes his cock through his jeans. “You have a naughty streak, don’t you?”
“Mmm hmm.” More clenching. I tug on my bonds, only because I want to touch him, to hurry this thing along.
He runs his knuckle over my panty-clad pussy, making me soak it with arousal.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Please? That’s so fucking sweet.” My panties practically fly off my legs.
I shaved a landing strip this morning, and the sight of my trim makes Deke growl. “Was that for me?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Fuck, Sadie.” Deke shoves my knees wide and licks me from anus to clit.
I scream and yank at my bonds. It’s good—so good! But I’ve never been licked so intimately. It’s embarrassing. And incredible. He penetrates me with his tongue, then parts my nether lips with his tongue, gliding up to my clit again.
“Ohhh, oh!” I moan. “Deke.”