I screamed against his mouth as I went over the edge. “Oh, God, Deck. Deck!” I quivered around him and within seconds, he joined me. His deep groan roared from his chest and pushed the final wave from my body as I breathed heavily into his shoulder. I had no strength as he held me between him and the wall, his cock still throbbing inside me.
When he pulled out I felt the warm wetness slide down my thigh. I froze, smacking Deck in the chest. He dropped me to my feet, frowning. “Condom. Deck, we didn’t use a condom.”
“And?”
“And? Jesus, Deck, I could get pregnant.”
He stepped back, looking not the least bit worried that I could get pregnant. He casually did up his jeans and without looking at me said, “I don’t have a problem with that.”
“You don’t have a problem with that?”
He raised his brows. “No. Do you?”
“Ummm … Deck. We’re talking about a baby. And you’re supposed to be the responsible one. Having a baby would be—”
“What, Georgie?”
I put my hands on my hips and tried to look fierce with no pants on and legs still shaking from the spectacular, amazingly hot sex against the wall. “Irresponsible. And plus, you’ve also been with other women. You should get checked before we have unprotected sex.” That sucked, but it was reality. I had no misconceptions that Deck had slept with plenty of women.
He leaned over, picked up my track pants and then passed them to me. I quickly slipped them back on while he walked over to the desk, leaned against it, and crossed his ankles and arms.
I bit my lip. Shit, he looked sexy all satisfied and relaxed. I was also thinking despite the soreness between my legs that I’d like to wrap myself around him again.
“I was checked.”
“What? When?”
“When I left you at my loft after you told me about Robbie.” I spent hours sitting in his hallway waiting for him to come back. Band-Aid. He’d had a Band-Aid on his arm and then he fucked me for the first time. “You pay enough, you can have your results within hours. And Georgie, I’d never fuck you without being checked. You should know that.”
“Oh.” Wow. How could I love him any more than I already did? But I did.
He was standing in front of me and his hand was curled around the nape of my neck. He was gentle as he moved in and kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m not worried if you get pregnant. You’re with me and that isn’t ever changing.” He sighed and I felt his warmth ease my argument. “You don’t want kids, then we won’t.”
“Really? Just like that?”
He nodded. “Just like that.”
“I want to use condoms—for now.”
He nodded. “I’ll buy condoms.” He took my hand and headed for the door. “I’ll take you home. I’d keep you at my place but we’ll have to play our relationship down a bit. I don’t want this organization having a suspicion that I know about you working for Kai.”
I snorted. “Yeah, won’t be much of a play down if I’m suddenly fat and waddling around.”
He stopped dead and pulled me hard up against him. “Jesus. That image … my baby growing inside you … you fat and complaining about your feet.” His kissed me and it was sweet and warm and curled my toes. “I want that with you, Georgie.”
I stared up at this man I’d loved my entire life. I wanted that too, but not now. Not when everything was all fucked up. “Okay.”
He grinned and it was as if I gave him the light to his darkness with one word.
Then we were walking again.
DECK DROPPED ME off at home and for now, I was to do what I normally did and that meant pretending to drink while in public, go to work and flirt. I laughed when Deck said the word flirt as it came out in a ragged growl. I stopped laughing when he scowled, because he really looked in pain saying it and I liked my sweet Deck. There was one rule that came with the flirting—no touching. Not even a hand touch. Then he leaned over, opened my door and told me he loved me.
I watched him drive off, wondering if I’d ever get used to idea we were together. I opened the front door, plopped my bag of sweats and t-shirts on the floor and walked into the kitchen.
I turned on the light and stopped, the air sucking from my lungs. “Tanner. What are you doing here?” He never came here; it was too risky. Well, it had been too risky when Deck didn’t know about me. Did Tanner know that Deck knew? Would Kai have told him? I really didn’t think so.
He sat at the island, beer in hand, eyes glazed and red. He raised the bottle and tilted it slightly. “Ahhh, she finally comes home. Been waiting a while.”
There was a white dusting on the counter that looked like icing sugar, but there was not a chance Tanner was here baking a cake. From the look of him, his legs tapping up and down and his eyes red and a little wild, he was high on cocaine. Shit, he hadn’t touched the stuff since he was a kid. “Kai know you’re here?”
He shook his head and his untidy hair fell haphazardly over his eyes. “Nah … he doesn’t like us being friends. Says I’m too close to you.”
Yeah, that was something Kai would say, now more than ever. I sat on the stool beside him, touched his shoulder and squeezed. I had no idea what was going on with him, but it was bad. “You shouldn’t be here.” Jesus, Vic was looking for Tanner right now. I’d have to call Deck. I didn’t want to because I knew damn well what they’d do to him. But I also knew if Tanner was in the dark just as much as me, then they wouldn’t hurt him.