Caged (Mastered, #4)(123)
True f*cking love. Body, heart, soul.
And he didn’t give a good goddamn who knew it.
As he continued to kiss her, falling deeper into the place where urgency met peace, she forcibly ripped her mouth free from his.
“Dammit, Deacon. Quit mauling me. We are not alone,” she whispered.
He looked over his shoulder. Beck and Fisher both smirked at him. “Beat it,” he said, and turned back to Molly, stalking her until her spine hit the locker bay.
“You’re welcome for us keeping an eye on your girlfriend,” Fisher said, making kissing noises as he passed by.
Beck clapped him on the back. “See you next week.”
“Lock the door behind you.”
“Deacon!”
Beck laughed and said, “Will do.”
“If you keep everyone from coming in here for the next fifteen minutes, I’ll sign over my Jiggles VIP pass to you for the rest of the year.”
“Done.” The door slammed.
Molly was gaping at him.
“Like you didn’t know I was gonna f*ck you as soon as possible.” He dropped his mouth to her neck and sucked. “Fighting makes me horny, babe. Winning a fight? So much adrenaline pumps through me for hours afterward that I can probably go all damn night.”
“Probably?”
“Let’s get the first time outta the way now.”
“And once again he f*cks me against a door,” she deadpanned.
“Is that a challenge?” he said, after he slipped the last button free on her blouse.
“So what if it is?” she whispered in his ear.
“I’d say I’ll take it. And it’s time you fulfill one of my fantasies.”
She went still. “I’m not up for a surprise ass-f*cking in a boy’s locker room. That’s a little too, ‘Hey, bend over for the soap and squeal like a pig’ clichéd for my liking.”
“Christ, woman. The shit you say sometimes.” Deacon groaned. “I’m not gonna f*ck you in the ass tonight, especially not after that visual. And that ain’t even close to one of my fantasies.”
“Oh.” She slid her hands under his hoodie. “What’s your fantasy?”
“Turn around and strip.”
She hesitated.
He curled his hand beneath her jaw. “I’m on edge. I need to f*ck you. It’s like a . . . compulsion. I can’t move beyond that, and I don’t even wanna try. I need that release. I need you.” He closed his eyes. “Please. Give me this.”
“I’m yours, Deacon. I’ll give you whatever you want.” She paused, and her lips met his. “Because I love you.”
His eyes flew open.
“I know you’ll want me to say it again, so I will. I love you. With my heart and soul. With my entire being down to my bones. I’ve been trying to find the perfect time to say it to you. So it’s not very romantic, saying it in a stinky locker room—”
“It’s f*cking perfect.” With the storm rising inside him, his answering kiss was surprisingly gentle. Then he said, “I need you to strip really f*cking fast now.”
He ripped off his clothes and set his supplies on the bench.
When he saw Molly had completely bared herself to him, he moved in behind her, pressing his chest to her back. “My beautiful Molly.”
She grabbed his wandering hands and placed them on her tits.
“Come here. Let’s have some kinky fun.” After kissing the back of her neck until gooseflesh broke out and she started to squirm, he pulled her over to the portable heavy bag. He draped the towel around his neck and picked up the cloth jump rope from the bench. “Wrists together.”
“You weren’t kidding about kinky fun.”
“I never kid about that.” Deacon looped the rope around her wrists in a hojojutsu quick tie. “Hands above your head.”
Molly watched him with lust-filled eyes as he tied the rope around the chain holding the heavy bag so the chain bore her body weight and not her wrists. Her pulse beat erratically in her throat. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. And she kept licking her lips—a sure sign this fantasy of his turned her on as much as it did him.
With her back against the canvas, he lifted her left leg and wrapped it around his hip. His hands were shaking so f*cking hard, it took an extra moment for him to get his cock lined up.
So when his fingers connected with the creamy wetness between her thighs, he groaned and rested his damp forehead on her breast. “Fuck, woman. I can’t . . .” Breathe. Calm down. Find control.
“It’s okay. Release the beast. He won tonight. He should get to celebrate.”
“However he wants to take you?” he asked with some skepticism.
“Yes.”
The beast roared.
Deacon clamped his hands on the backs of her thighs and lifted her. Then he spun her around so she faced the heavy bag.
She immediately squeezed her legs around it and wiggled frantically. “I can’t hold on—”
“Babe, stop fighting. Let the chain hold you on the top. I’ve got your bottom.” He slipped the towel between her * and the canvas. Then he bent his knees and impaled her in one vicious thrust.
Molly gasped.
Deacon attacked the nape of her neck and the slope of her shoulders while he f*cked her without pause. He bit, sucked, and kissed every inch of her skin from her hairline to the center of her spine.