Текст книги "Wanting You"

Автор книги: Ryan Michele

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12
Vann

I needed to taste him—roll him around on my tongue and send him to ultimate pleasure. Why? Don’t know. I needed him to make me forget.

I took Deke into my mouth. He was huge, but I made it work. I licked up and down, sucking the tip. I used my hand at his base, pumping as I sucked.

Reaching down, I began touching myself, slipping my fingers around my clit and in and out of my pussy. I never thought sucking Deke off would be such a turn on.

“Vann.” At his groan, my eyes fluttered to his. The lust found in them was undeniable. Deke grabbed under my arms and pulled me up.

His tongue thrusting inside my mouth muffled my protests. Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed him with everything I had. Every emotion, every bit of love and anger … everything, I poured into him.

Deke ripped his mouth away from mine. “Turn around.”

I did so quickly. I knew what was coming, and I needed it more than my next breath. I needed to feel alive … I needed Deke.

Placing my hands on the glass that encased the shower, I felt Deke move in behind me. After sweeping my hair to the side, Deke began kissing down my neck, shoulder, and back. A loud thud behind me had me turning.

“Look at the glass,” Deke ordered.

I was forced to only feel … and trust. Deke’s kisses trailed to the cheeks of my ass and down my legs. “Spread ‘em.”

Spreading my legs, Deke’s hands moved slowly up, sending tingles throughout my body. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed every second of his touch. Then, Deke’s head was between my legs, his tongue grazing over my clit, sending fire racing through every part of my body. I couldn’t help but gasp.

“Deke.” I heard the moan come out of my mouth before I could think. As his fingers began their assault on me, I lost it. “Deke, please.”

“Please what?”

“I want you in me.”

“I am in you.” His fingers continued to do wicked things to me, sending me close to the edge but not quite enough to free-fall.

“Deke,” I barked.

He laughed. “Hang on, baby. I’ll fix it.” I could feel his hard body behind me, his cock resting in the small of my ass, and I so badly wanted it inside of me. Deke’s hands went to my hips, spreading my legs unusually far.

With my hands still pinned to the glass, I tried to grip it but my fingers kept slipping. I felt Deke’s cock inch closer to my pussy only to have him pull away. I groaned in defeat. Deke tortured me this way for quite a few minutes, before finally plunging deep inside of me.

I screamed out. I was ready for him, but with his size the stretch caused a pleasure-pain mix sending me spiraling. Deke’s arm wrapped around my waist as he began pounding inside of me. Reaching around, he rubbed my clit and sent me into the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.

Deke released my waist, just as my knees decided to work again. He wrapped one of my legs around his hip, my foot rested on his ass, and interlaced his fingers with mine on the glass. He continued pumping inside me, sending me over again and again.

I felt Deke grow even larger inside of me. Releasing my hand, he started rubbing my clit, sending me into another wonderful orgasm as he released deep inside me.

Out of breath, Deke asked, “Vann?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t wear a condom.”

“Shit. I’m on the pill. You’re clean, right?”

“Yep. I’ve only not used a condom this time with you,” Deke said, wrapping his arms around my body as I released the glass and rested my head on his shoulder, Deke still inside of me.

“I’m clean,” I panted, out of breath. Not that any of this information would do us a damn bit of good now, we should have talked about this before the sex. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“For?”

“This.” My hand motioned to the shower.

“This. I’ll do anytime.”

“You know I can’t be that person for you.”

“I do.” Deke pulled out of my body, and I instantly felt the loss. I also felt the surge of his release running down my leg as the water pelted it away.

Turning to him, I asked, “You do?”

“Vann, let’s get you out and dried off. Z will be here soon.” Confusion set in. He knew I wasn’t the plaything he wanted, but look what did I the first chance I had … screwed him … in the shower. What a great way to prove that.

Deke turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed towels. He wrapped one around his waist and then wrapped one around me.

“I can do it,” I said, batting his hands.

“I know you can. Let me take care of you.” I quit fighting as Deke patted down my entire body using the towel from the rack. He even began to dry my hair for me. I felt unbelievably pampered and cared for. Something I hadn’t ever felt before, which scared the living hell out of me.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Go get some clothes on. We’ll go out and see what’s going on out there,” he said, nudging me toward the closet.

Stopping, I turned to him. “I really don’t want to do this … tell it again.” Looking down at the tan carpet, I just wanted to disappear for a while—be someone else, somewhere else. The calmness from our sexual fun in the shower had vanished. Calm was nowhere in my realm now.

Deke wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me close to him. “You know I’m proud of you.” I stared up at him.

“What?”

“I am. You knew not to let him take you out of there, and you fought like hell. I’m proud of you.”

Feeling the flush on my face, one question stood out that I needed answered. “Why are you here?”

“Because I want to be. I’ve been trying to call you, but you don’t seem to want to answer, so coming by was my only option.” Feeling his strong exhale, he continued, “When Z called me and told me what happened, I couldn’t get here fast enough. I know I fucked up … can we talk about all that later? Just let me be here with you.”

I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “You know I missed you,” I whispered.

“And I’m realizing the same.”

His words made me melt. “You know this conversation isn’t over … right?”

“You’re too stubborn to let it go.”

I smiled. “Damn straight.”

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know yet.” Deke kissed my forehead and released me. I wore my comfy sweatpants, pulling the bottom of the legs up to my knees and an old t-shirt. Deke went to a bag by the door and pulled out clothes.

“Why do you have a bag?” I thought it a bit odd that he had an extra change of clothes with him.

“I was at the gym when Z called, so I just grabbed my bag and left.” He shrugged, pulling on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. “I’ve gotta ask you a question.”

“Yeah.”

“You said something about a letter this asshole sent you. Where is it?”

I cringed. “I never got a letter, at least not that I know of. But I’ve been holed up here writing for the past few days and haven’t checked the mail.”

“We need to go check the mail.” Deke interlaced our fingers and began to lead us down to the kitchen. The voices coming through were all mumbled making it difficult to decipher who was who. Entering, all eyes shot to the two of us, making me feel a bit embarrassed.

Z had his arms wrapped around Sawyer, but as soon as she saw me, she broke free and came running right for me. Dropping Deke’s hand, I hugged her. “I’m so sorry, Vann.”

I pulled her so I could see the blank stare in her eyes. “Saw, you didn’t do anything wrong. There’s no reason for you to be sorry.”

“I should have gone back with you.” Sawyer’s eyes closed, but I grabbed her arms so she would have to look me in the eye.

“Then he would have hurt you.”

“He wouldn’t have come near you.” The pain laced in her voice was killing me.

“I’m sure he would have. This guy is not right in the head.”

Tears began to fall down Saw’s face. “I can’t believe someone tried to take you.”

“Me either.” I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Let’s just see about getting this guy before something else happens.”

Saw nodded in my arms and pulled away. Z was right behind her, and Saw didn’t think twice to fall into his arms.

“You okay, Vann?” Z asked while rubbing Saw’s back.

“I really don’t know.” With my emotions and thoughts all over the place, it was the best answer I could give him. I felt Deke come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. I leaned back. As much as I needed him when we were kids, this was making up for it.

Deke cut in, “Where’s the mail?” He looked directly at Sawyer.

“On the island, why?”

“Be right back.” Deke kissed my temple and rushed over to the island, but grabbed a towel from the rack on the stove first. “Saw, you or Kinsley touch any of this?”

“Yeah. We went through it.”

“What’s going on, Deke?” Z cut in.

“The asshole got pissed at Vann because she didn’t respond to a letter. I need to see if it’s here.”

“Deke, how about you let the cops handle it,” Z growled.

Deke looked between all of us. “Damnit,” Z muttered, knowing he’d told me. “Look Vann, I need you to tell me exactly what happened.”

Moving to the island, I saw the mail sprawled everywhere. I knew better than to touch it. Deke was rummaging through it as if he owned the place.

“I’ll tell ya everything.” My eyes stayed focused on Deke.

“Here. This is it.” Deke held up a plain white envelope with the dishtowel wrapped around it. “You got gloves, Z?”

“Yeah.” Z reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of rubber gloves. Deke slipped them on his hands while I stood there nervous as shit about what was inside that little envelope.

Deke carefully opened the letter, and I swear you could’ve heard a pin drop the room got so damn quiet. As he unfolded the pages, I couldn’t stand it anymore. “So?”

Deke read through every word, his face growing tighter and red with anger. “Z.” It aggravated the piss out of me that he wasn’t talking to me.

Z released Sawyer and moved to stand beside Deke. As he read it, his face changed as well. “Would you two read it?” I snapped.

Deke and Z exchanged a look. “Vann, it’s detailed.”

“And the last ones weren’t?” Fury rolled off me. This was happening to me; I had a right to know what the hell it said.

“I’m not reading it out loud. Come here and take a look.” Deke’s voice was deep and rough, sending chills down my spine.

I knew I needed to read it. If I didn’t, it would haunt me.

“Don’t touch it, Vann,” Z bit out.

“I won’t.” Deke spread his legs where he sat on the stool, and I immediately walked between them. I needed to feel his heat—his strength.

My eyes fell to the paper, which was regular lined paper from a spiral notebook, torn out leaving the fray on the sides. The words were written in blue pen and looked like line after line of scribbles.

Gabriella … I mean Savannah,

Yes. I found out your real name: Savannah Marie Kelly. I’ve been searching for you every day since you left me in California. I know you love me, and we’re meant to be together. I’ve told you that before, and you need to listen to me.

I’ve been watching you here in Alabama, and I’m not happy about what I saw. You should be ashamed of yourself … out drinking and dancing with those men. You seem to forget that you are mine … ONLY MINE. None of those assholes will give you what I can.

I’m the only one who will fulfill all your fantasies. Every one of them. Every single word written in your books, I’ll fulfill.

Remember in Desires Above … the tub scene? I will do that for you. I will wash every part of your beautiful body. Then slide my hands between your thighs and play with that beautiful pussy of yours. I’ve seen it in some of the pictures I’ve taken from your window. I know it’s beautiful. I can’t wait to get my mouth on it.

Remember in Seduction Overload … the rope scene? Oh yeah. I’ve had dreams of that one. I’ll tie you up tight ... ‘til you scream, begging me to let you go, but I won’t. Then I’ll fuck the living shit out of you ‘til you can’t move.

Remember in Orgasms For All … the voyeur scene? Oh yeah. I’m all about others watching me fuck you. They would never be able to touch you, though. That’s the one fantasy of yours that I can’t allow. NO ONE WILL EVER TOUCH YOU BUT ME. But I could give two shits who watches. We can even have that asshole you were all over watch us. That would be hot.

Let’s just say I have a list of everything I want to do with you, to you, and for you. Everything will drive you crazy with desire. I guarantee it.

You need to do this the easy way. Meet me. Meet me on Monday night, 7 p.m. Have your bags packed, and we’ll get the hell out of here and finally be together.

I know you want this as much as I do. You had better be there … or else. Also, this letter had better never make it to the cops or those two pretty roommates you have will find some trouble.

I love you, Savannah.

Gary

My entire body began shaking. Deke wrapped his arms around me, holding tight. “He actually thought I would meet him and go away with him,” I whispered.

“Yeah. He did.”

“Why is he doing this?” I breathed in his leather scent trying to calm myself.

“In his mind, you’re his. But I’m here to remind you you’re not. You’re mine. Have been since we were kids.” The spark of hope lit up inside me pushed aside all the fear. Was this really going to happen?

13
Deke

Before I could filter my mouth, the words were out, but I didn’t want to take them back. Vann was mine. Mine to keep, protect, and cherish. God, I’d missed her.

Vann’s body began shaking as I held her close. I could feel her tears begin to wet my shirt making me hold on to her tighter. I realized in that moment that I would do anything to protect her.

“What the hell is going on here?” Kinsley’s loud voice busted in through the front door.

Sawyer ran up to her. “And what the hell is she doing in his arms?” she barked.

I couldn’t help myself. “It’s where she belongs.”

Kinsley rolled her eyes. “Vann. You okay?”

Vann pulled out of my arms far enough to turn her head. As she wiped her tears, I felt her take a deep breath. “Not really, Kins. This is a mess.”

“I’m gathering.”

“Vann, I really need you to answer questions now.” Z said, looking at me. I nodded, knowing this had to happen now. He’d already given Vann quite a bit of time before drilling her.

“Fine. Better she answer them once and tell Kinsley at the same time.” I didn’t want her to have to repeat herself over and over again.

“You sure you want them to hear everything?” Z asked because most of this revolved around Gabriella.

“They know all about Gabriella. It’s fine.”

“You told him about Gabriella, Vann?” Kinsley sounded genuinely shocked.

“Yep. I did. It’s fine. I know he won’t tell anyone. Let’s get this over with,” Vann said as I led her over to the couch. I sat in the corner with my legs open wide, pulling her in between them. No way in hell I was letting her go when she needed me. She obviously agreed because she didn’t hesitate to fall right between them.

As I sat and listened to what happened to Vann, my anger was getting harder to control. I felt it radiating through every limb of my body, and I wanted to punch something. I wanted this guy. Who the hell did he think he was?

The questions went on and on. I learned more than I needed about the ‘gifts’ she’d received.

“Do you know who Gary is?” Z’s question pulled me from my murderous thoughts.

“No. I have a Facebook page, and he sent a couple of messages to me through there. I also have an email or two. The cops looked into it, but never found anything.”

They were obviously stupid. The internet had all sorts of fun ways to track—one very important thing I’d learned in my line of work. “Can I have your username and password?”

Vann turned around and looked at me, trust in her eyes. “Sure.”

Damn. How the hell did I open my mouth and spew that shit about getting her out of my system? I didn’t deserve her, but damn if I wasn’t gonna try and be the man she deserved.

“Wait!” Kinsley’s voice boomed from the kitchen. “Where did this come from?” Coming into the living room with a large manila envelope, she handed it to Z.

The front of the envelope said Savannah in the same scrawl as the letter. “Gloves,” I barked at Z.

“No shit,” he growled, pulling out another pair of gloves. “Where did you find this?”

“It was under some of my magazines on the counter.”

As Z opened it, Vann’s breathing picked up. I rubbed her back in an attempt to sooth her, but nothing seemed to work.

“What the hell?” Z gasped.

Pictures fell out, scattering all over the coffee table. Vann left my arms and moved closer. I wasn’t far behind her. “Don’t touch them,” I warned her.

“Oh my God.”

“Breathe, Vann … breathe,” I whispered in her ear.

“How did he …” Vann’s voice trailed off as she continued to look at the pictures laid out before us.

Dozens of pictures in full color spread on the table—pictures of her driving, at the bar, in her room, on her laptop, getting out of the shower … masturbating.

My cock twitched at the site, but I wasn’t a total selfish asshole, and kept that under wraps. It infuriated me that some asshole was seeing her like this.

“First thing, we get blinds for this entire house and up the security system.” My admiration for Kinsley was growing. The way she protected Vann was commendable. Now I just needed to put in my two cents and hope it didn’t backfire in my face.

“Vann’s coming to stay with me.”

Vann turned her head, eyes wide, boring into mine. “No. I’m not.”

“Yes. Until we find out what the hell is going on. You’re staying with me,” I argued.

The fire in Vann’s eyes lit. She stood and moved in front of me. “I don’t need your macho caveman bullshit. I’ve been dealing with this for years … without you,” she growled at me.

Standing, I tried to reel in my temper, but it won. “Damn it, Vann! It’s just a couple of days. What’s the big fucking deal?”

“The big fucking deal is … I refuse to stay at your house and be your little plaything! I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself!”

“We already covered that plaything bullshit. Get over it!”

“Get over it! You want me to get over it? And we haven’t ‘covered’ anything!”

“Would you stop repeating yourself? And yes, we did!”

“Over it! I’ve been stuck in this nightmare for five years, come home, and you tell me you want to fuck me out of your system. No fucking way!”

“Vann, we already talked about this.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“I know you’re hurt and pissed, but calm down.”

“Calm down, huh? I have some asshole try to kidnap me, writes me letters threatening to do so, there’s even pictures of me masturbating for everyone to see.” She waved her arm to our friends standing in quiet awe of this not-so-little conversation. “And you want me to be calm? Add to that … I saw my dad today for the first time in five years, met my little sister, and you fucked me again!”

“You wanted that just as much as I did.”

“Whatever,” she grumbled.

“You didn’t?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Don’t go throwing shit in my face.” Stomping out of the room, I needed to get some air.

Vann

“You saw your dad today?” Kinsley’s voice was loud enough for me to hear, yet quiet enough to have concern laced in her words.

Turning, I stared at her. “Yep, and I’m having dinner with his new family tomorrow. The woman he cheated on my mother with and their child … my sister. That should be fun.” My words dripped with sarcasm.

“Why did you say yes?”

“I had to, Kins.” My anger began to wane. “He’s my dad, and no matter what he did to mom, I gotta at least hear him out.”

“Was it weird meeting her?”

Blowing out a breath, I grabbed Kinsley’s arm and pulled her into the kitchen. I needed some space.

Climbing up on the bar stool, I patted the one next to me. “It was weird. She knows all about me, and I know nothing of her. I want to be mad at my dad for that … but I know that was entirely my mom’s doing.”

“Wow. How will it go with the wife? What’s her name again?”

“Julie. And I don’t know. When I first saw him I couldn’t move. I had it all planned out to yell and scream, but nothing. It will probably be the same with her.”

“You’ve had a busy day.”

“Yeah.” My body slumped.

“What was that with Deke?”

“He thinks he can just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Not. Gonna. Happen.” My spine stiffened at my words.

“You know I’m not a fan of his, by any means, but he might be right.”

I gaped my mouth at her. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No. I’m not. Vann, he obviously cares about you. He has a messed up way of showing it sometimes, but you have history. You’ve trusted him with Gabriella, and when he came here today, you obviously didn’t push him away.”

“I know,” I said, hanging my head as shame washed over me.

“Then whatever that was in there … you need to reel it in. We all know you’ve been through a lot, but a guy like Deke can’t be pushed too much.”

“What, so I’m just supposed to let him take care of me? Where was he when I needed him five years ago?”

“Where were you?”

“Shut up,” I said, burying my head in my hands.

“You see my point. You’ve got some seriously fucked up shit going on here, and you’ve gotta get it worked out. Look, I know you love him. Figure it out.” The silence after those words were spoken was deafening. I jumped out of my seat and rushed to Deke. He didn’t say a word as I walked to him, but I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves.

Instead of some big speech, I walked up to him and tightly wrapped my arms around him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

When Deke didn’t reciprocate, I felt the tears begin to fall. Suddenly my bed sounded like a much better place to be. As I started to pull away from him, he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight.

My legs gave out, forcing all my weight onto Deke, who scooped me up into his arms, weightlessly, kissing me on the forehead repeatedly. Burrowing my head in his neck, I could feel him walking, but at this point I just didn’t care where we were going … as long as I was with him. As he gripped my body tighter in his arms, I could feel my tension easing away.

“I’m gonna lay you down.”

The soft bed caressed my body, but the coldness swept through from the loss of Deke so close. Moments later, I felt the bed dip next to me. I didn’t ask, but just moved into his arms, resting my head on his now bare chest.

My vision was blurry from the tears, but I wanted so badly to explore him. It would sadly need to wait.

Time escaped me as I lay curled in his arms, but the tears finally dried up as my body molded against his, completely relaxed. Deke never said a word and continued to slowly stroke my shoulder. It was exactly what I needed, and damn if my heart didn’t swell in that moment.

Raising my head from his chest, my cheek stuck a bit. I quickly wiped it with my hands, trying not to let the embarrassment show.

“You okay?” he drawled smoothly.

Staring in his eyes, I knew I was lost … again. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been through a lot.”

“I shouldn’t have said those things.”

“They were true … at least at the time.”

“Why didn’t you ever call me after I left?” I whispered, resting my hands on his chest with my chin on top, staring at him. My hand instantly found the key that was dangling from the rope on his neck.

“You wanna talk about this now?”

“Yes.”

Blowing out a deep breath, Deke looked up at the ceiling. “I was pissed. I couldn’t believe you left me.”

“I’m sorry.” My voice was so quiet, but I couldn’t speak louder.

“Why did you go? Why didn’t you stay with your grandma?” The pain in his eyes tore me up. I wanted to erase all those years of hurt for him.

“I couldn’t. Mom was flipping her lid, saying that I was just like my father leaving her. I had to go.” I tried hard to hold the tears back as they were lurking in the back of my eyes.

“That’s why I didn’t call. I was pissed at just about everything in life already, then when you left, it got worse.”

“I wanted to stay, ya know?”

“No, not really,” he grumbled. “How was California?”

His abruptness at the question caught me off guard. “Okay.” I turned my head; resting my check on his chest, I felt the steady rise and fall with each breath. “Mom and Aunt Tennie drank most of the time, so I pretty much had to fend for myself. School was horrible. My Southern accent didn’t fly well with the kids, so I continued to immerse myself in books.”

“Is that why you started writing?”

Looking at him I smiled. “I just started one day. It was kinda crazy actually.”

“Why’s that?” I couldn’t help but be touched that he wanted to learn more about my writing.

“I didn’t have normal stories running through my head. Mine were adventurous and sexy. Then they began to have a life of their own. I didn’t know what to do with them. I sat on them, tucking them away in my drawer. I didn’t start pulling them out until college. Then I showed them to a professor of mine who encouraged me to put them out there.”

“Where did you go to college?” Deke’s fingers pulled gently through my hair.

“USC. I got in on a lot of scholarships that my high school counselor helped me apply for. I took classes year round and graduated in four years.”

“Good for you.” His arm squeezed me tight, and I relished in his embrace.

“What about you? What did you do after high school?” I asked, knowing he didn’t go to college, at least from what the girls told me.

“I went to the academy. After my mom overdosed, I wanted to find the fucker who gave her the drugs. So I thought it would be the best way.” I turned my head so I could see him, but stared at the ceiling.

“You did it just for that?”

“Yep.” The void of emotion coming from him was almost scary.

“How’d that work?” I was quite surprised that a man would go through all that training just to hunt down one man.

“Found him, beat him up, almost killing him with my bare hands. My partner had to drag me off of him. He’s the reason I’m now undercover.” Deke said it so flippantly that it didn’t seem to bother him.

“Wow.” I couldn’t help but be a bit stunned. I’d never seen this side of him.

“I’ll take him out, but first I have to find the boss. Once I cut him off at the balls, then I’ll take the asshole out.” I lay there, still not knowing what to say. Fear ripped through me at what could happen to him. I’d never thought about the danger before this moment. “It’ll happen, hopefully sooner rather than later,” he continued.

“Then what will you do?” My curiosity peaked.

“Don’t know yet. I love my bar, so probably just that.”

“Why did you start Sully’s?” I happened to love the fact he named it after himself.

Deke turned to face me, the spark back into his eyes. It was a relief. I didn’t like that void. “Dad wanted me to come work for him and go to college after I lost my job, but there was no way I was gonna be cooped up with him any longer than absolutely necessary. I needed a cover, always wanted to have a bar, so I did it. It worked out well.”

“What about the band?”

“That’s just for fun.”

“I didn’t know you played.”

“I played when I was a kid, stopped for quite a while, but after Mom died and you were gone, I needed to do something besides punching everything at the gym. I got out my old guitar and started playing.”

“You looked hot up there.” I smiled remembering the way his muscles flexed as the lights shined down on him. I moved off him to lay my head on the pillow, facing him.

“I did, huh?” He smirked, making my panties wet.

I moved to straddle his hips. Looking down at him, he was still the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. His strong face and sparkling blue eyes sucked me in. “Yeah. You did.”

Laying my body down on top of his, I began kissing him. It only took him a second to begin to kiss me back. Our tongues danced back and forth, entwining and caressing. My hands began to roam his beautiful chest, and I needed to explore.

Venturing down, I began kissing, sucking, and nipping his neck and pecs—his body was incredible. Moving my tongue flat along his nipple, I heard him groan. The power I felt from that one noise was amazing and caused me to push forward.

As I moved to the other side, I crossed over the key he had hanging from his neck. “Where’d you get this?”

“God, that feels good,” he groaned. Feeling that power surge again, I went back to work kissing and nipping his body. Finding my way down to his abs, I licked each one individually, paying special attention to his light dusting of a treasure trail down the center.

As my hands went into his waistband, Deke grabbed me under my shoulder hoisting me up. “Ahh …”

“Get up here and kiss me.” Deke entwined his hands in my hair, pulling me to him hard. We kissed and kissed as if our lives depended on it.

Involuntarily, my body began rocking on his. My clit rubbed repeatedly on his hard cock still covered by his jeans. I couldn’t stop moving as my body was lit on the verge of exploding, my need growing.

Breaking away for breath, I said, “I need you, Deke.”

“I need you, too, but I’m not having sex with you.”

My body instantly froze. “What?”

“I want to prove to you that you’re not my plaything … that I’m yours.”

I stared down at him, tears welling in my eyes. “Vann, I want to watch you come.”

I crashed my lips against his, trying to convey to him every emotion that was coursing through my veins, hoping he was feeling it, too. My body started grinding against his again, pulsating through me. Deke’s hands fell to my hips as he helped grind my body on his, taking me further than I could have gone myself.

There was no stopping the lightning crash that flew through my body enveloping me into a world of euphoria. I smashed my body onto Deke’s, laying my head on his chest. His heart was beating so fast like it wanted to jump out and take off.

As my senses came back, I felt Deke’s hard erection between my legs. I started to get up to rectify the problem, but was immediately pulled back down to his body, his arms wrapping around my mine tightly, holding me in place. “What are you doing?”

“Holding you,” he teased.

“I can feel you.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“I can help relieve it,” I said, stunned he really didn’t want me to help him.

“I know, but not now. Let me hold you.”

“Is this part of the me not being a toy thing?”

“Yep. Lay down.”

Lying back down, I listened as his heartbeat slowed, but his cock was still hard as steel. I didn’t attempt to help him. I rather enjoyed where I was.

A loud banging came from the door. As I sat up, still straddling Deke, the door flew open.

“Savannah Marie!” My Grams’s voice flowed through the room. I immediately jumped off the bed, righting my clothes on my body. Being caught at twenty-two was just about as bad as being caught at seventeen.