I stepped behind her, covering her hand that was moving items around aimlessly on the shelf.“Deirdre.”She stilled.I wound my arm around her waist, pulling her body tight to mine. I lowered my mouth to her ear. “What are you doing?”“Ma-making dinner.”“Why are you so distracted?” I ran my hands up to her neck, feeling the stiffness in her shoulders. “What is making you so tense? It’s dinner.”Her voice was thick. “It’s her first dinner with me when she doesn’t live here. I want it to be perfect.”I held her close. “It’s Cami. She wants dinner with her sister. To feed her husband the best fried chicken he ever tasted. Zero expectations otherwise.” I nuzzled her neck. “You need to relax.”“I-I can’t seem to. I feel as if I’m going to explode!”“What can I do to help?” I slipped my hand under her apron and shirt to her soft skin. “Do I need to fuck you hard and fast to get you to relax?” I bit down on her lobe, tugging on it with my teeth. “Would that help?”“We don’t have time. They’
Aiden interjected. “She doesn’t have to work so hard now, Dee. I asked her to give it up so she can concentrate on school—” he paused with a grin “—and me.”“Oh. You never mentioned it, Cami.”Cami looked apologetic. “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you.”Dee’s smile looked forced. “Of course. Not an issue. Saturday would be great.”Aiden glanced at me. “You coming, Mad Dog?”“Nope.” I lifted my mug. “I’m gonna finish my coffee. We’re headed in two different directions anyway.” I smirked. “I’m up, you’re down. I’ll see you in the morning.”He paused, seeming as if he wanted to say something. I arched my eyebrow at him in question, and he shrugged.“Okay. Have a good night.”“You as well.”They left, and Dee wandered into the living room, sat down, and curled one leg underneath her. She lifted her mug, sipping the coffee.“That upset you.”“Sorry?”“Finding out Cami quit her job. It upset you.”“No.” She hesitated. “I mean, I was surprised. I suppose I shouldn’t be. I know Aiden is wealthy
“You look so sexy, Deirdre, on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”She hummed around me, making me groan again.“This is turning you on, isn’t it? Making you wet for me?”Her hands curved around my ass, pushing my cock farther down her throat. I hissed in pleasure, my fingers moving restlessly in her hair.“God, baby, I love your mouth. You’re so good at sucking me off.”In a sudden blaze of possessiveness, I stilled her movements. “Me, Deirdre. The one person who gets to feel your mouth on his cock is me, do you understand?”Her eyes widened, and she hummed again. Not satisfied, I pulled back, my cock screaming in protest at the loss of her mouth.“Say it,” I demanded.“Only you,” she repeated. Her eyes narrowed. “Only me.” She guided me back into her mouth, her words equally possessive.“Fuck,” I groaned.She swallowed around me, the sensation making me gasp. I had never been so deep in her throat. Her movements sped up, my orgasm barreling down on me like a freight train. There
She shocked me when she patted the mattress and smiled at me sleepily. “We can talk about that later. Come to bed.”I didn’t need to be asked twice. I slid in beside her and pulled her into my arms, letting her curve around my body. She fell asleep right away, and I tucked an arm under my head, trying to adjust to the new development.It was another first for me. I had never once slept in a bed with someone. I liked the feel of her pressed close. Her breath was warm on my skin, and her hair was soft under my chin. I drifted, ever conscious of her beside me.Fingers running over my chin startled me, and I opened my eyes to meet her soft, green gaze.“We fell asleep.”I smiled. “We did.”She glanced behind me. “It’s two a.m. Late.”I held my breath. “Are you kicking me out, Deirdre? Making me do the walk of shame in the middle of the night?”“Do, uh, do you want to go?”“No,” I said, surprising myself. “I don’t. I’m quite comfortable.”She snuggled closer. “I am too.” Her hand drifted o
“Are we? Is the idea of holding my hand or saying the words ‘my boyfriend’ so abhorrent to you that you would rather walk away from a good thing?”Her voice rose. “You want me to call you my boyfriend?”Her reaction amused me. I fell back on the bed, laughing. “Of everything I said to you, that’s the thing you react strongest to?”She grinned, looking abashed. “Sorry. This has come out of left field.”I pushed up on my elbow. “No, it hasn’t. It’s been simmering below the surface for a while.” I swallowed. “I’m not asking you for a lifetime, Dee. I’m asking for right now. Knowing we’re together, as lovers at least, would help me.”At least, for now. I didn’t add.“How?’“I like control and order. All the undercover stuff is wearing.”“You are very controlling when we’re in bed.”I kissed her bare shoulder. “You like it.”“I like order too.”“I know.”She narrowed her eyes. “Nothing changes except a label, right? You aren’t suddenly going to expect me to be at your beck and call? Or tel
. “Why I deserved it when he hit me and told me I was the biggest mistake in the world and he’d trade me for my mother in an instant. He said he wished I had died that day, not her.”She stiffened and I felt the wet of her tears on my skin.“Every place we went, I had to adjust. Find a pattern and routine. As soon as I did, he would yank me away, and we’d start again. His drinking got worse, the jobs paid less. We went from houses to apartments, then to rooms. Those were the worst. I had no way to get away from him, except to hang out at the library. There, I could lose myself in books, work on homework. It was my only peace.”“How did you survive it?” she asked, her voice choked.I shrugged. “I just did. When I was old enough, I got a job cleaning in a store after school. I found my birth certificate in a metal box he always took with us wherever we moved, and I went to the bank and opened an account in my own name. Every penny went in there so my father wouldn’t know. He didn’t care
It was still dark out, but I knew, all too soon, dawn would begin and our night would end. I wasn’t sure I would get another night like the one we had. Dee had been unusually defenseless, and I had taken full advantage of it.And I wasn’t done yet.“Since it’s obvious neither of us is going back to sleep and we’re being all honest, I have a question for you, girlfriend of mine.”She narrowed her eyes. “You can stop calling me that.”“Nope. You agreed.”“What is your question?” She huffed, tossing down the drumstick and wiping her fingers.“What about your childhood, Dee? I know you didn’t have it easy.”“No, I didn’t. All my parents did was argue. My mother was unstable, and my father was absent a lot—even before he left. I tried to protect Cami as best I could.”“Who protected you?”“No one, I guess.”I wanted to tell her I would protect her for the rest of her life, but she wasn’t ready to hear those words. I took the plate between us, placing it on the coffee table. I shifted close
“You are capable of love,” I insisted quietly.“Yes. The lesson came with a benefit. I realized I wasn’t unfeeling like my father. I do love Cami—with all my heart. I’m very fond of Emmy. Even Bentley, Aiden—” she reached out her hand, squeezing my arm “—and you. I am capable of feeling love. Just not romantic love. Never again.”Her tone held finality.“He was at fault, not you.”She stood, brushing off her silky robe.“Regardless, it showed me how easy it was to fall into the trap. I like men. I enjoy sex. Still, it doesn’t mean I have to fall in love—they are not inclusive.”“Some would say the best sex is with someone you love.”“Well, we prove them wrong, don’t we?” She leaned down and brushed my lips. “Enough sharing. I have to get ready for work, and so do you. You can let yourself out, yes?”“Yes.”She hurried away, and I sat lost in my thoughts for a while.Love had burned her. Her father’s desertion, her mother’s rejection, and the asshole that used her. They all made her th