~Deacon~In the hospital, a million things keep running through my mind, and Carter is the only one who can answer them. His ass is snoring in the chair near the window, so to get his attention, I take the water pitcher with ice-cold water in it, and chuck it his way, wanting to get this shit off my mind so I can rest for a while. I know it's not gonna come easy even with my questions answered, but something needs to happen, and soon. With my perfect fucking aim, it hits him right in the head, making him bolt up and look frantically around, water dripping all down his head, soaking the shit out of him. "What the fuck was that for, Deac?""Wake up, man. I have some things I can't figure out yet.""Like what?"He growls, tired as fuck and apparently mad that this shit couldn't wait."How did you know it was Luca behind all this shit?""I didn't at first, but the tail I told you about, I recognized it as one of his buddies, so when I managed to lose him, I got on his ass and followed him
mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light bdsm, gun play, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* This is the story of 40-year-old LA SWAT officer, Deacon Street; a single father to a sixteen-year-old son, with a dark secret who joins a dating app at the hands of his friend, to help him out of the dark depression he's been in since his wife left him. Myla Harrington, a 21-year-old tutor by day and dancer by night, gets a message on a dating app from Deacon and replies, unknowingly realizing the mysterious man she matched with is the father of one of the kids she tutors. After Myla gets her heart broken, she cuts off the dating world, until Deacon shows up, that is. Can these two dark, lost souls find love with each other? Can Deacon open up to Myla and let her in, and will Myla be able to do the same? When a dark secret comes to light, will Myla run for t
mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light bdsm, gun play, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*MylaWith the weekend fast approaching and my daytime job almost over, I find myself lounging out back at Travis' house while we go over the history lesson I assigned him this week. With it being Friday, today's the last time I'll see him until Monday, so I always check his work, go over his grades, and give him a goal for the weekend. The sun beats down on my shoulders, tanning what's already bronze, and making me sweat just a little bit."Are we almost done, Myla?"For a sixteen-year-old kid, Travis acts a lot older, and he's not as immature as boys or kids his age in general, especially the ones I tutor."Yes, Trav, we are. Give me about fifteen more minutes of your time and then I'll be out of your hair, kiddo.""Fine, but my dad will be off work early tod
For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light bdsm, gun play, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*DeaconEven though I had a late night, I still had to come to HQ today for a short shift, managing the recruits who are trying out for thirty-squad, which is my motherfucking squad. Usually, Carter handles them but I did him another fucking solid since the bastard was hungover this morning. My first date is with Myla tonight and it's the only fucking thing I've been able to think about since our little erotic tinder date we had last night."Fuck, she was perfect in every sense of the damn word.""Uh, dad, who are you talking to?"I pull my shirt over my head and turn around to see my son standing there, changing out of his gym clothes. He came along with me this morning to work out in our gym, he usually does when he's not with his friends or out of school
content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*Deacon I type on Tinder to Myla- my dear sweet Myla, from the multipurpose room at HQ, during an incredibly boring debriefing for the day."What did you think about our date last night, Myla?""It was a lot lol but it was perfect"My stomach twists into a knot when I read her reply. Maybe I am too much for her. Maybe I did scare her last night and take it too far. I always seem to fück up a good thing."Elaborate on "a lot""It was just intense and fücking wild. I loved every second of it lol I honestly wish I was with you right now.""I wish I was with you too, little one...It's been one of those days where it's just fück everybody idfk.""Aww, I'm sorry! I'm here for you, Deacon if you need anything just lmk...""I wanna see you again, Myla. I NEED to fücking see you again.""Good, me too! How about you come over to my place this tim
mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*DeaconAnother week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla.It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.We've been talking religiously on fücking Tinder, from the moment our eyes open in the morning, to the time they close for bedtime, and I still can't get enough of her. She's got me feeling things I've never felt before, even with my ex-wife, and I'm not exactly sure how to process all the shït floating around in my fücking head. I'm trying, though; I'm trying hard to let down my steel walls and let her inside little by little. I wasn't expecting it to be this hard, though; then again, nothing is ever easy, is it?"Come on, old man. Are you ready for this or what?"My son gets my attention as he slides into the driver
For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your discretion*MylaTonight is my third date with Deacon and I'm more nervous than I have been for some reason. The first two went great, and the sex?The sex was fücking amazing.I've never come as hard in my entire life.I feel myself constantly feining for more of him, but not wanting to show it too much; I don't want to seem desperate, because I'm not. Well, maybe I fücking am. Since I can't stop thinking about Officer Deacon, I pick up my phone and message him on good old Tinder; I need to get his phone number, fück this app dating shït.*tinder messages*"Hey, Deac, you got a sec?""For you, little one, I have all the time in the fucking world. Is everything okay?""Yeah, perfect actually. I just had a question to ask, and I fucking miss you tbh.""I miss you too, Myl
For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your discretion*DeaconMyla and I sit here in her fucking bed, trying to catch our fucking breath before we start the fucking talk we've been trying to postpone for as long as fucking possible. Neither of us wants to do it, but we know it has to be done if we plan on seeing each other. All I can smell is sex and Myla's arousal as it wafts thickly through the atmosphere. I wrap my arms around her naked flesh, loving the way the softness of it feels under my hand; it's like it was made for me to touch. This girl has my fucking head in shambles and I can't quite seem to break through the motherfucking chaos. She smiles at me when I steal a glance at her, and the same cute, shy blush spreads across her cheeks again. I'm pretty sure we're both well fucking past being shy around eac