Deacon abruptly slowed down, his chest heaving over me as his kisses slowed. I continued to throb, craving more as he tried to prolong the inevitable. His hair was a tousled mess. I loved him so out of control, knowing I was the cause of it.
Slowly but surely, his movements quickened again, and his balls slapped hard against my ass. I moved my hips to match the intensity, and my muscles contracted as I suddenly orgasmed.
“I’m coming,” I breathed, surrendering to the loss of control. “Oh my God, Deacon.”
“Thank fuck.” Deacon trembled as he finally allowed himself to let go, rocking into me deeply as he climaxed. I could feel the warmth of his cum through the condom as he let out a loud groan that echoed through the bedroom.
Our movements finally slowed, and I wished he could have stayed inside of me forever. After we came down from the high, he slowly pulled out, leaving a chill in his wake.
He kissed me on the nose. “Be right back.”
Still in a hazy delirium, I admired his sculpted, naked body as he got up to discard the condom.
What is this life?
Deacon just fucked me—hard.
And he wasn’t leaving?
It felt like the best dream ever. I never wanted to wake up.
He returned to the bed and nuzzled his nose in my neck. “I don’t want to spend the night away from you. Can I come over?”
“I have a better idea.” Grabbing my phone, I searched for Sharon’s name and texted her.
Carys: Is the offer to have you stay the night still open?
A few seconds later, she responded.
Sharon: Yes. No need to explain. Your walls are thin. ;-)
Oops. I couldn’t even be mortified right now because the euphoria made it impossible to feel anything but over the moon.
* * *
The following morning, the sun streamed into Deacon’s bedroom window. I woke to the sight of him staring at me from a few inches away. How long had he been watching me sleep?
“Did last night really happen?” I asked.
He leaned in to kiss my nose. “It did.”
“And you’re not leaving?”
“How could I leave you after what we did last night?” He pulled me closer, his rigid dick against my leg. “I’m gonna need more of it, Carys, so much more of you. Every damn day.”
Now that I’d come out of my sex-induced fog a little, I managed to pose a legitimate question. “As amazing as last night was, I guess I’m a little wary of how fast you changed your mind about leaving. Like, could it change again when sanity hits?”
He closed his eyes and nodded, seeming to understand my concern. “The thing is, it wasn’t as sudden a decision as you think. Like I told you last night, from the moment I accepted the offer, I wondered if I was making a mistake. I’ve told you before that I wrestle with my feelings for you. I’ve wanted to be with you, but worried I wasn’t right for you and Sunny. I’ve made mistakes I don’t want to repeat…”
He paused and rubbed his hand over his face. “This isn’t coming out the right way. Seeing you cry outside the party—that was my tipping point. That’s what I needed to take a chance on what my heart has been telling me all along. I don’t want to hurt you. I want us to be happy. That’s what I’ve always wanted.”
That sounded great, but my disbelief remained. “What are you gonna say to your job?”
He sighed. “I’m gonna tell them the truth—that I made a mistake, that I mistakenly thought I could leave the people I care about behind. They deserve someone who can give them his all, not someone who’s pining over a woman and regretting every second he’s away from her. There are plenty of people lining up for that position, don’t worry. The company will be okay.” A slight look of doubt crossed his face. “And if they give me shit, I’ll find another job. I’m banking on not having to do that, though.”
“What about this apartment? Did the landlord already give it to someone else?”
“I have no idea. Should that matter?”
“Hell no. I was just wondering.”
“Hopefully, I can get it back. If not, I think I might know someone who’ll let me crash until I can find a place?”
The idea of Deacon moving in gave me a momentary thrill, though it was way too soon for that. I didn’t want to get my hopes up about any of this.
I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I’m still wrapping my head around this. I can’t believe you’re staying.”
He placed his hand on my chin. “Promise me something.”
“What?”
“We’re gonna spend time getting to know each other even better. Once a week, I want us to get a sitter—I’ll pay for it. I want us to go out and spend time alone, just the two of us, even if it’s only an hour or two.”
“I would love that.”
He placed his hand behind my head and brought me in for a kiss, our naked bodies pressed together. He was so hard.
I could faintly hear Sunny next door. Even though I was just beyond the wall, being holed up in Deacon’s apartment made me feel a world away.
Deacon lowered his hand, placing it behind my ass, his erection still hot against my leg. “I probably need to give Sunny back her mom soon, but I don’t want to let you leave this bed.”
“I do have to get going. Sharon has to head home.” I brushed my thumb across his gorgeous lips. “Will you come over today?”
“How about I go get us breakfast and bring it to your place?”
“I would love that. That’s nice of you.”
“Not really. I have an ulterior motive.”
“Yeah?”
“Feed my girl so she has energy when I have my way with her again later while Sunny’s napping.”
My girl. He had no clue what hearing that did to me. “Don’t worry. I’m nowhere near worn out.”
“Good, because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
CHAPTER 19
Deacon
SAY MY NAME
Three weeks since I’d decided to stay in New York, and there wasn’t a single moment I’d regretted my decision. I felt like the luckiest guy on Earth. I’d managed to keep my old job, despite fucking management over with my last-minute one-eighty. I got to keep my apartment because my landlord hadn’t given it to anyone else yet. But most of all, I’d managed to snag the girl of my dreams, somehow pushing aside my fears enough to allow myself to be with her.
Carys found a new sitter who watched Sunny for a few hours every weekend so the two of us could have a date. My alone time with her was precious.
Today was a day date, and it had been epic. We went to a diner for breakfast and talked in the window seat over waffles and endless cups of coffee. It was a rainy morning in New York City, so we were spending the last hour of our alone time at my apartment before she had to go back next door.
And I’d just returned from the bathroom to a sight better than anything my imagination could have conjured up.
Carys was stark naked in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. And she was dancing. Dancing so gracefully, like the ballerina she was. With her heels together, she lifted her arms above her head. Then she raised herself up on her toes as if they easily carried the weight of her body. She landed on her heels briefly before her right leg flew into the air. Then she spun. Naked fucking ballet starring Carys Kincaid was the best damn thing I’d seen all year—maybe in my entire life.