Deck held out his hand. “Come here.”
I didn’t hesitate and took his hand, crawling onto his lap, settling my head on his shoulder. He tightened his arms around me and stroked my arm with the tips of his fingers.
“He was so focused on my mother he didn’t even notice me come down the stairs. I jumped him and we fell to the floor. Then I just started pounding with my fists. I don’t remember how long I did it, but when I finally stopped, he was dead.”
I knew sorry wasn’t enough or even appropriate. I was beginning to understand why Deck was so protective of me. He grew up trying to protect his mother and failed time and again. Even the last time he’d been too late.
“You were just a kid.”
Deck’s hand paused caressing my arm then started again. “You know, Connor kept a picture of you with him.” He was done talking about his past. “Kept it tucked in his wallet. He never said it, but he worried about you all the time.” He paused and looked directly at me. “I did, too.”
My breath hitched as our eyes locked.
“You ever read his journal, Georgie?”
I shook my head. “No. It’s his private thoughts and feels … I don’t know—wrong, I guess. But I used to sleep with it under my pillow. When the Robbie shit was happening, it was the one place I felt safe … in bed with my hand on his journal.”
Deck lowered his head and nodded.
“Deck.” I waited until he looked up. “It was you, too. It was the last piece I had of you.”
Then he kissed me. It was sudden and unexpected as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me further into him. His mouth took mine in fierce warmth. A blanket of tingles swept through me as I sagged into him, the invasion of his tongue feeding me what I’d been starved for. And now I understood. We’d both been starved for one another.
He pulled back and his fingers in my hair massaged slowly while he stared at me. He looked relaxed and content. I never saw this side of Deck; it was hotter than the badass side. Hmmm, maybe not. That was a toss-up because thinking about his office this afternoon had me shifting in my chair and aching to have his hands on me again.
“Turn, babe.” He put his hands under my armpits and helped me shift around so my legs were on either side of him. My stomach whirled as I felt his cock hard beneath me. I put my hands on his chest, loving the feeling of his heartbeat beneath my palm. It was like it became a part of me, fed me, lit something up inside that couldn’t be shut out.
Deck pulled me forward and kissed the tip of my nose. It was sweet and I liked it—a lot.
I looked down at his chest, slowly drawing circles over the hard slab of muscle. “I love being here with you.”
“That’s because of the multiple orgasms.”
I laughed. “True.” I trailed my finger down his chest to between his legs and felt him tense. His cock jerked against my palm and I bit my lower lip and smiled while I unzipped his pants. His hand tightened on my hip and I heard the slight rumble in his chest. I smiled. “I want dessert.”
I WAS REELING from telling her that shit. The only other person I’d ever told about my father was Connor. But for some reason, telling Georgie felt … right. I needed her to see that side of me. There was no fuckin’ way I was ever letting her go, so she needed to see the fucked-up parts, and those parts were pretty damn big.
There wasn’t a day I regretted killing my dad. Not once. Maybe that was wrong in the eyes of the law or a psychologist, but I didn’t give a shit. He deserved it.
Georgie slipped off my lap and all thoughts of everything except her and what she was doing went dark. She knelt between my legs and then her hands went to my jeans and she undid the zipper.
Her taking out my cock and that sassy expression on her face … Fuckin’ hell, it was something I’d imagined her doing for years.
Her tongue darted out and touched the tip of me. I curled my hand in her hair. “Babe.”
I closed my eyes and my head went back as she gripped my cock in a fist and then slid me into the warmth of her mouth. My hand tightened in her hair, trying to control the urge to force her deeper. Not yet.
She sucked while her tongue flicked over me and her hand, slow and hard, fisted my dick. She moved up and down a few times then pulled all the way out and my eyes opened. Her kneeling on the patio in front of me, cheeks flushed, eyes curious and smoldering … my control faltered.
She cupped my balls, her fingers tantalizing, stroking. I tried to bring her mouth back to my cock, but she resisted and I didn’t like it. I hated not having control, and Georgie literally had me by the balls. “Put your mouth on me,” I growled.
She tightened her hand on my balls while her other pumped me hard a few times. “Oh, baby, not the time to be giving orders.” She smiled and her tongue darted out and licked the tip once.
Fuck. I shifted in the chair, fighting the urge to throw her on her back and push my cock down her throat.
Then she went deep and I could feel the back of her throat as she sucked. The tightness and warmth caused shivers to erupt and my chest to tighten. Just when I thought I’d come like I’ve never come in my life before, she pulled back and sat back on her heels.
“Teach me to use a gun.”
“Jesus Christ.” I was sitting with my dick hard as a steel rod, throbbing between my legs, in front of the girl I’ve wanted for so goddamn long it had become painful to be near her. Yet I couldn’t ever walk away. Then she dropped the sass and put her hands on my thighs.