Caged (Mastered, #4)(118)
“Fuck, babe. You needed this. Bad. Give it to me.” He lapped at her, still holding her wide-open so he could engulf all of her * with his hungry mouth.
Molly released a muffled scream against her biceps as her orgasm blasted her with long, hard pulses. He drew the pulsating flesh into his mouth, his lips sucking in cadence with the throbbing of her clit.
In the aftermath, Deacon placed soft kisses around the swollen tissues and backed away, his own breaths sharp and shallow.
As he rolled to his feet, he trailed his fingertips over the backs of her legs, from just inside her ankle bones, up the muscles in her calves, the creases behind her knees, the inner skin of her thighs. He unrolled her dress, watching the fabric swish as it fell into place.
She still hadn’t said anything.
So he kept touching her. Gliding his hand up her side to palm her tit. Squeezing the soft weight, then pinching the tip of her nipple. Reveling in the fact this woman was his. “Molly.”
She walked her hands up the door and slumped her spine against his chest. “Have I ever come that fast before?”
“That I’ve seen? With your vibrator. I like to take my time.” He kissed the side of her throat. “Until I don’t.”
“You rocked my world, Deacon.”
Tell me you love me.
Made him feel needy and pathetic, but he was; he needed to hear those words from her.
Deacon’s stomach growled.
“The real world intrudes. Should we grab some food before we head up to the room? I imagine you have to be at training early tomorrow.”
“Way too early. But Maddox will be focused on Fee.”
She turned around. “Did Fee meet with any fight organizations tonight?”
“No. The only one doin’ anything with female fighters is UFC, and they’re sending a rep tomorrow night.”
“I won’t get to sit with you at the event, will I?”
“’Fraid not. The whole thing will last maybe four hours. Then I’m free to lock us in our hotel suite and do raunchy things to you.”
“What kind of raunchy things?”
Deacon nuzzled her neck. “The four-poster bed will be great for bondage.” His mouth meandered to the spot below her ear. “The bench looks good for spanking.” He blew in her ear. “I’m still thinking on whether the couch or the rug on the floor will be softer on your back as I’m f*cking your tits.”
Molly tipped her head back and looked at him. “Too bad about that pesky twelve-hour rule I offered to let you break. Because, babe, I would’ve let you do every single one of those things to me tonight.” She smiled and leaned forward to bite his lower lip. “Twice.”
“Evil woman. Let’s go.”
He snatched up her underwear and balled them in his pocket.
“So are we going to eat?” she asked.
“Nah. Not hungry.”
“Deacon. I heard your stomach growling. What have you had to eat today?”
“Two protein shakes. A chicken and rice bowl. Two protein bars. And *.” He smirked. “The last one was very satisfying, so I’m good.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
MOLLY survived the whirlwind weekend in LA.
Deacon had been gone Saturday morning when she’d woken up. She knew Maddox wasn’t working with him because Maddox was right there, every damn time she turned around. Groping Presley, who didn’t seem to mind because she was groping him back with equal enthusiasm. According to Katie, the hand-holding, ass-grabbing couple had run into Maddox’s ex-wife half a dozen times and the woman was beside herself with rage and jealousy, so Operation Jealous Hag had been a resounding success. But Molly had been so busy she hadn’t gotten the particulars from her friend—which was odd, given Presley was notorious for oversharing.
Maddox had cornered her after lunch. “I need you to do me a favor tonight.”
“What kind of favor?”
“I need you to steer clear of Deacon for at least an hour after the fight. He’s not officially meeting with Smackdown or Bellator, but he has to appear interested. And we both know he’ll blow off these guys . . .” If there’s a chance you’ll be blowing him went unsaid.
“I don’t know where you’ve received the mistaken impression that I have any control over Deacon, Maddox,” she retorted.
“Christ. Don’t kid yourself. Would you please just help me out here? You want what’s best for Deacon and his career, right?”
“No. I want him to fail spectacularly because he’s so much fun after he loses.” Tone it down, Mol. She counted to ten. “Of course I want what’s best for him.”
“One hour. That’s all I’m asking.”
“Fine. He’ll assume I’m working anyway.”
“Good.” Maddox’s eyes turned hard. “Where the f*ck is Presley?”
“Amery has her doing something. Why?” Wasn’t Maddox supposed to be with Fee all day before the big fight?
“I’m buying a chain for that girl to keep her by my side.” He leaned closer. “You cannot leave. My ex is across the room and I’ve managed to avoid being alone with her.”
Molly saw the chance and took it. “I’ll stay with you. In return, I want to know everything about these fight organizations that are looking at signing Deacon.”