Crashed (Entangled Indulgence) (8 page)

He wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t want him to be. She loved every minute of it, of watching him lose all that rigid control. She’d had enough of his noble bullshit. Whatever his reasons for treating her with kid gloves—being his sisters’ best friend, or because he’d known her as a sad, screwed-up little brat—it didn’t matter anymore. This was what it came down to. This was what he really wanted from her.

Cuddles and terms of endearments hadn’t been part of the deal when he’d forced her into this. Those things confused a straightforward agreement.

She gripped his hips when she felt him swell in her mouth, sucked harder when he tried to pull out right before he came.

He tightened his fingers in her hair when he realized what she wanted.

Those solid thigh muscles trembled, and he moaned deep and low. “Ah, fuck, baby.” Then he shot hot and hard against the back of her throat. She swallowed the load as best as she could, sucking and licking until he began to soften in her mouth. She gave him one last lick, then smiled up at him.

Head bowed, his hair hung across his forehead and his wide chest pumped in an effort to calm his beating heart. A small grin lifted one side of his mouth, and he reached down to brush light fingers across her jaw. “Thank you.”

She stood but had nowhere to go with the wall at her back. “What’s the point of having a sex slave if you don’t utilize her talents?”

He caught her around the waist, hauled her in close, and kissed the top of her head. Then he rested his forehead against hers. “If I didn’t have to get to work early, I’d be utilizing a hell of a lot more than your mouth.”

Finally!

He reached around her and turned on the shower. “I just need one more taste before I leave.”

Chapter Ten

Deacon stared out his
office w
indow. He’d lost it this morning, happily. Jesus, that mouth. Just when he thought he had things between him and Alex under control, she went and turned the tables on him.

The phone on his desk started ringing, and he snatched it up. “What is it, Jessica?”

“I have an Alex on the phone for you, sir. Sorry, she won’t give me her last name. She said it’s important.”

He didn’t need a mirror to know a stupid grin had spread across his face. “Put her through.”

He put the phone on speaker and sat back in his chair. “This is a surprise.”

“Yeah, hey. Um…sorry to hassle you at work.”

Jesus, he loved the sound of her voice—it had a low, husky quality that made him hard just hearing it. But he also hadn’t missed the underlying hesitation in her tone. Even though he was sure it was nothing, he found himself gripping the edge of his desk, anxiety chasing away the shot of lust like a dunk in the Arctic Ocean. “Don’t apologize. You can call me anytime you want. Hearing your voice has improved an otherwise shitty day.”

Alex was silent for several seconds, and he cringed. Too much? The woman was driving him insane. She was like a skittish foal—get too close and she’d dance right out of reach.

“I have to cancel our plans for tonight.”

He sat forward in his seat. “No.” The word left his lips before he could stop himself.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I won’t let you cancel, Alex. We have an agreement.” Not after the small step forward he’d made with her, the way she’d come after him, taken him into her mouth, the teasing, the way she’d looked at him. His chest squeezed. He’d barely resisted telling her how he felt, those three words so close to spilling from his lips when she’d sat back, still on her knees at his feet, and smiled up at him.

No. He wouldn’t let her try to put distance between them again.

“What’s so important, Deke? Do you really need me to sit there with you while you drone on to some old stiff about stuff I don’t understand? Really?”

He clenched his fists. “I thought we could stay in tonight. Just you and me.”

Silence. “Right. So it’s nothing important then?”

“Jesus.” Did she really feel that way? Was spending time alone with him so god-awful?

The phone crackled, the sound muffled, and then he heard her tell someone she wouldn’t be long. One of his sisters, no doubt. “Look, it’s crazy busy here at the garage. I don’t have time for a drawn-out discussion. How much?”

“Pardon?” he said carefully.

“This whole thing’s about money, right? You want to sell our building to make more money. That’s why you have me at your beck and call. So how much for a night off? I have savings. Name your price.”

He cursed under his breath, struggling and failing to keep it together. “Are you purposely trying to piss me off?” Because by fuck, it was working.

“Nah, that would require a certain amount of give a shit, and I don’t.”

Whoa. Where the hell had that come from? “You’re angry. Why?”

“Are you serious?”

This was a battle he couldn’t win, not without Alex thinking he was an even bigger asshole than she already did. So he gave in. “What’s so important that you need to break our plans?”

“If you must know, I’m having a girls’ night out with Rusty and Piper. We made plans before you blackmailed me into being your human sex toy. I’ve been so busy obeying your every command, I forgot to tell you.”

He blew out a frustrated breath. She was purposely being obnoxious, definitely trying to push his buttons. “Where are you going?”

“Just a couple clubs.”

Like hell.

He’d seen the way they dressed to go out to the clubs. The shit they got up to together. No way was she going without him. But he’d keep that part a surprise. “Fine. Have fun.”

More silence. He’d shocked her. Good.

“You know I will.” Then she hung up without so much as a good-bye.

What are you playing at, my little viper?

Alex was acting differently. She’d changed the moment they’d walked out of the bathroom, after she’d sucked him off so expertly he’d had to hang onto the wall so his legs didn’t give out. He’d been desperate for her, hadn’t had the strength to stop it. The woman was on a mission. As if she believed that once they had sex it would prove this thing between them was nothing but physical, that there was nothing else.

He’d resisted. Just. At first he’d thought having sex right away would give her the excuse she needed to keep that distance between them, to keep that protective wall up, but she was doing a good job of that anyway.

Ultimately, he was a businessman—if something wasn’t working, you changed the way you approached it. You adapted.

It was time to give Alex what she wanted.

The music blaring from his granny’s mauve and lemon cottage still seemed wrong even though she’d been gone for ten years. He still expected to see her come walking out the front door and welcome him whenever he stopped by.

Deacon climbed out of his car, strode across the yard and up onto the porch. Anticipation drove him forward. He knew his sisters would be happy to see him. They hadn’t spent a lot of time together lately, which was entirely his fault. But coming to the garage brought back a lot of memories—arguments, pain, and frustration. Things said in the heat of the moment that could never be taken back.

Things he’d rather forget.

He lifted his hand to knock and noticed the door had been left ajar. He’d told them repeatedly to be more careful. Piper usually was; Rusty, on the other hand, had been driving him insane with worry since she was a fearless three-year-old. The women in this cottage meant everything to him, were his whole damn world, and he’d do whatever he had to do to protect them, even from themselves.

He pushed the door open. It led straight into the small living room, and he smiled at the sight of his sisters dancing, drinks in hand, singing their tone-deaf heads off. Pair of goofs. Both were gorgeous, Piper in a more subtle way than Rusty. But since Rusty was a walking, talking canvas, with all those bright tattoos and her vibrant red hair, she didn’t exactly blend in with the crowd. He’d spent a good deal of their teenage years warning his friends away from the pair of them.

“Deke!” Piper shrieked and ran at him. He caught her in his arms. “You’re here.” She beamed at him, and guilt over his recent absence gnawed in his stomach.

“Hey, sis.” He smacked a kiss on her cheek. “Why wasn’t that door shut and locked?”

She frowned. “Wasn’t it?”

“Nope.”

“Rusty must have left it open when she got back from getting drinks.” She waved her glass in front of his face.

Tomorrow he’d call his friend Cole Black. The guy had recently left the police force and now managed one of Deacon’s businesses, West Security. The girls could argue all they wanted, but his mind was made up. He was getting a state-of-the-art security system installed.

“So what’s going on here? You having a party and forget my invitation?”

Rusty joined them, slinging an arm around his waist. “It’s girls’ night, bro.”

He looked toward the kitchen in time to see Alex strut out and had to stifle a groan.

Goddammit.

Her skirt barely covered her ass, and the scrap of fabric masquerading as a top was so thin he could see her piercing through it. That was not a girls’ night outfit.

“Alex,” he ground out.

Her dark, exotic, catlike eyes bored into him. “Deke. This is a surprise.”

“A good one, I hope.” He knew by the way she pursed those sexy lips, she didn’t agree.
Yeah, well, tough shit.

Piper wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. “Of course it is.”

“I should leave you to it. If I’d known you were going out, I wouldn’t have stopped by.” Low blow, pulling the sympathy card, but right now he’d do whatever was necessary to make sure he went with them. The idea of other men looking at Alex dressed like that made him damn near insane.

“Come with us, Deke?” Piper said with that goofy smile still in place. By the looks of her, he’d spend most of the night watching after his tipsy sister.

“Yeah, come with us,” Rusty said. “We’re celebrating.”

“Oh?”

Piper squeezed his arm. “Rusty scored us a massive restoration job earlier this week, and a quote I put in last week, that I was positive we wouldn’t get, was accepted this morning! We beat out three other shops.”

“That’s fantastic, Pipe.”

Alex scowled at him. He ignored her mood; of course she thought he was being insincere. She crossed her arms, forcing her perfect tits higher, and he was surprised a nipple didn’t pop out the damn top. His dick filled, hard and aching. His infuriating little viper was determined to drive him to distraction.

“It’s supposed to be girls’ night, remember?” Alex said. “And the last time I looked, Deacon didn’t qualify.”

Rusty laughed. “I didn’t know you had looked.”

Piper screwed up her face. “Ew, that’s not a mental image I want in my head.”

They were only teasing her, but Alex’s face drained of all color. “Cut it out. You know what I mean.”

“Oh, come on, Alex. Deacon doesn’t count. He’s…well, he’s Deacon. Consider him an honorary chick for tonight.”

Deacon pretended to be offended. “If I can keep my man card, I’ll provide chauffeur-driven transportation.”

His sisters squealed and did the happy dance they’d been doing since they were kids.

“What do you say? You ladies ready to go?”

They grabbed their bags and filed out the door. He followed Alex out last and made sure the place was locked up tight. “I hope I didn’t spoil your plans,” he said under his breath.

“You know you did,” she hissed back.

Jealousy reared up, cold and ugly, and he had no hope of reining it in. His sisters climbed in the Mercedes, and he stopped Alex before she could follow. Rusty started talking to Martin, so he took advantage of the distraction and blocked the door with his body. He reached around Alex and slid his hand up under her skirt and squeezed her delectable lace-covered ass, letting all the lust and anger show hot on his face as he gave her a slow once-over and ground his hard cock into her hip. “We had a deal, Alex. This relationship, for as long as it lasts, is exclusive. You look like you’re ready to spread your legs for the first loser willing to fuck you.”

Alex gaped at him, hurt and anger coming off her in waves. “Back the hell off,” she hissed. “You’re acting like an asshole.”

Goddammit.
He was screwing up
badly
, allowing his insecurities to poison what he was trying to build with her. Jesus. This was Alex.
His
Alex. He should be able to tell her anything, but she wasn’t ready to hear how he felt about her. So for now all he could do was focus on the physical. At least she couldn’t deny the fire between them.

He slipped a finger under the delicate fabric covering her smooth flesh, pleased when he felt how wet she was. “No one touches this but me, do you understand?”

She bit her lip, eyes glazing over, even as she continued to glare at him. He knew she wanted to tell him to go to hell, could see it written all over her face. Instead she rolled her hips when he grazed lightly over her clit.

Rusty tapped him on the back, and thankfully his body was still blocking the door and Alex. “Come on, I’m getting thirsty.”

He released Alex and stepped back, motioning toward the car. “After you.”

She wouldn’t look at him as she pushed past, and he knew he’d taken it too far, knew what an asshole he’d been, and hated that in his near desperation to break past her protective barriers, to make her accept what was between them, he’d released an insecure side of himself he detested. A side he thought he’d buried a long time ago. But it was still there, the doubt, the mistrust…the fear. Projecting those feelings on Alex was far from okay.

But he didn’t know how much longer he could go on like this. Disturbingly, it was becoming far too easy to play this role with her. His possessiveness, it seemed, knew no limits.

Chapter Eleven

Alex took the shot Piper handed her and, ignoring Deacon’s heated stare, downed it in one.

She was pissed, but her body didn’t give a crap and clenched traitorously. Of course it didn’t help that he’d had his hand down the front of her underwear a short time ago. Deacon leaned in and said something to Piper, making her laugh, and Alex sneaked another look. She hadn’t seen him like this since he was in college. He’d switched out the tailored suit for a pair of worn jeans that molded to his long legs and firm ass. The black shirt he wore clung to his broad shoulders and biceps, the sleeves rolled up, showing off his amazing forearms.

Some people might think it was weird, getting all hot and bothered over forearms, but Deacon’s were beautiful. All corded muscle and tanned skin.

“Tequila!” Rusty yelled, shaking her out of her haze of lust, and handed her another shot.

“This is gonna hurt in the morning.” Her friend laughed, then they both downed their drinks and slammed the empties on the bar.

“Let’s dance.” Piper grabbed their hands and leaned into her brother. “Come dance with us?”

He shook his head. “You girls go have fun. I’ll get another round of drinks.”

Piper popped her bottom lip. “I don’t want to leave you all on your own.”

Rusty snorted. “He won’t be alone for long.”

Deacon grinned like the motherfucking cat that got the cream. Was that why he’d insisted on coming? To flaunt some bimbo in front of her, to pay her back for bailing on their plans? Perhaps he’d decided being with her was too much effort.

He met and held her gaze. “Never know what the night will bring.”

Overbearing bastard. How dare he show up and try to ruin her night. If he wanted to play games, she could play games. Smiling wide, she made sure her silent
screw you
was there to see.

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step toward her.

Oh, no, you don’t.

Before he could open his mouth, she spun on her heel and headed to the dance floor. “Let’s do this!”

Oh, yeah, Deacon had been super pissed that she’d walked away from him and remained that way as she danced the next five songs nonstop so she could avoid him. She knew this because she’d cast sneaky looks his way every now and then and, as per her shitty luck, had been caught every time. His dark gaze hadn’t left her once; she’d felt it, the heat of it moving over her skin. And she’d secretly loved it.

But now, instead of watching her, those green eyes were focused on a hot blonde with a killer rack and a pouty mouth.

Deacon’s usual type.

“You wanna dance?” Alex turned toward the deep voice. The guy standing behind her was good-looking, tall, a little rough around the edges. Perfect one-night-stand material.

“We already are,” she yelled back. He’d come in closer, moving with her to the music. His grin widened, and he pulled her in to his body, both hands landing on her hips. Before long they were dancing with the deep, sensual bass of the song.

She rested her hands on his biceps. They were firm, more lean muscle than bulk. Not like Deacon. Deke worked out a lot, and it showed. This guy was definitely nothing to sneeze at, though. She might’ve considered taking him home for the night if things were different. This was the kind of guy she imagined she’d end up with. This guy was from her world.

The song ended and another one started. It had a faster tempo, but she and Mr. Rough Around the Edges didn’t break apart or pick up the pace.

“You got any place to be later?” he said against her ear.

Did she?

She wasn’t so sure anymore. She glanced over to where Deacon and the hottie with the rack had been earlier. She’d purposely not looked since he’d found his new friend. Just seeing him with someone else shredded her. They were gone.

She sucked in a pained breath. God, she was such an idiot.

Gripping his shoulders, she went up on her tiptoes, and her dance partner bent down close so he could hear her. “Sorry, this was really nice, but…”

Strong hands gripped her upper arms, pulling her back and spinning her around. Deacon’s furious gaze came into focus. “Let’s go.”

The guy she’d been dancing with stepped forward. “You all right, babe?”

Deacon turned to him, and she could see his fists clench and unclench at his sides. “Turn around and back the hell off while you still can.”

Holy shit.
Alex stepped between them, planting a hand on Deacon’s chest. The muscles bunched hard as stone beneath her palm. She’d never seen him this angry before, this close to the edge of his control. It kind of freaked her out. It also, surprisingly—and inappropriately—turned her the hell on. “I’m fine. Thanks for the dances.” She didn’t hear the other guy’s response because Deacon was dragging her through the bar. “Where’s Rusty and Piper?”

“Dancing.” He turned to her. “Don’t worry, Alex, they didn’t see us.”

Was that bitterness in his tone?

She expected him to take her out into the street, but instead he dragged her down a corridor at the back of the club, and pulling a key out of his pocket, unlocked a door and led her inside a small office. It was dark, the only light streaming in through a frosted glass window on the other side of the room, the fluorescent sign beyond casting them in a blue wash.

“How did you get that key?”

He shut the door and pushed her against it, staring down at her, gaze fierce, blazing hot. Her breathing came faster, harder. A rush of heat, of pure lust, pumped though her veins, heady, exciting. She fisted his shirt on either side of his waist. “Deke…”

“I’m tired of playing games with you.”

He ground the hard length of his erection into her, and despite the anger, the confusion, she wanted him, wanted him so bad she shook from it. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Were you going to screw that guy? Or were you just trying to piss me off?”

Her anger flared. “I assumed since you’d already found a friend, then so could I,” she threw back.

“Jealous?”

“No.”
Liar.

“I warned you. No one touches you but me.”

A shiver of pleasure, of anticipation moved through her body. She tried to push him back, but they both knew her heart wasn’t in it. He didn’t budge.

His expression went from pissed to hard control in an instant. Mr. Chill was back, and for the first time, she didn’t want that side of him in the driver’s seat when he touched her. She didn’t want to disconnect, didn’t want him to make this easier on her. No, this time she wanted the fire, the heat, and God help her, the emotion…she wanted everything.

Then his fingers were in her hair and his thigh went between her legs, and though she recognized the hard persona, the cold businessman who demanded obedience, this was a Deacon she had yet to be introduced to. Because despite the cool exterior, his eyes blazed hot. That intense gaze told a different story all together.

This Deacon was wild—determined.

Firm, warm lips tickled the side of her neck, sucked the delicate skin there, and he pressed his thigh more firmly between her legs. “I’m going to fuck you now, Alex.”

A whimper was all the reply she could manage, and his dark chuckle told her he knew exactly how much she wanted him. That all the attitude and resistance had been for show, a way to protect herself, and right then she didn’t have the strength to fight it, to pretend this wasn’t what she wanted as well.

Strong fingers dug into her inner thigh, then moved higher. The sound of her panties being torn from her body came next. Cool air hit her overheated flesh, and she moaned like a B-grade porn star when he slid his fingers through the drenched folds. She moved her hips like a cock-starved nymphomaniac trying to get those fingers where she wanted them most.

Deacon made a rough sound against her throat. “You’re soaked, so hungry for my cock.” His fingers did another up-and-back through her slick, quivering flesh. “Desperate to feel me thrusting between these pretty lips.”

She was. She was desperate to have him inside her. He kept up with the torment, his other hand massaging her aching breasts, pinching and tugging her piercing. Right then, she could easily come from that alone.

“Undo my jeans. I need inside that hot little body.” His voice was low, full of hunger, barely restrained.

It was a command, demanding her acceptance, and sent another rush of heat between her thighs. She slid her hands between their bodies, and with trembling fingers, popped the button. Dragging down the zipper, she pushed his jeans and boxers low enough to free his straining hard-on.

His fingers dug into her thighs as he roughly shoved her skirt up around her hips. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

That was all he said before he pinned her to the wall, positioned his cock, and slammed deep inside her. She gasped at the intrusion, the feeling of fullness, of being taken. She was under no illusion that this was anything more than fucking of the most down and dirty variety. And that’s exactly what she wanted.

Deacon hissed when he slid out then thrust back inside her. “Is this what you wanted?”

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t form a coherent sentence if she tried.

“You wanted to feel my cock deep inside you? Pounding into you?” He nipped her earlobe again, sucked the tender skin there. “Answer me,” he whispered harshly.

“Y-yes.”

He reared back, but there was no triumph like she’d expected, just raw animal need. He took her mouth then, and they ate at each other like they were starved. Tongues thrusting in time to Deacon’s thrusting hips slamming into hers.

He didn’t hold back, fucking her against the wall, using his strength to shove her higher, then slamming her down on his cock with every short, deep, jarring thrust. He rode her hard, so hard it was impossible to catch her breath, giving them what they both needed. Then he placed a hand on her hip, fingers digging into her flesh, holding her immobile, and looked down between their bodies, watching as he slid in and out of her.

“Ah, shit. Fuck,” he rasped. Then he seemed to snap, pinning her back against the wall. He pressed his face against her throat, his whiskered jaw rough against her skin, holding her so tightly she could do nothing but take it, take what he gave her. The only sounds in the room were Deacon’s grunts and her wanton moans begging him for more.

Tightening her arms around his wide shoulders, she held on as her building orgasm reached its peak and slammed through her body, ripples of pleasure radiating from her center to the tips of her toes. She cried out, digging her nails into his back as he fucked her through it. He kept going until she felt the next one start to build. Deacon stiffened, muscles going rock solid, then he planted deep inside her, hips moving with shallow, grinding thrusts as he came, and she went over again, with him this time.

When his breathing slowed, he kissed the damp skin between her shoulder and neck, traced her jaw, and took her mouth in a slow, deep kiss that curled her toes.

He said against her mouth, “I love how hungry you are for me.”

She didn’t bother denying it, was done fighting him. What was the point? She wanted this, wanted whatever he could give her in the time they had left. There was no way to guard her heart, she knew that now. When the time came and he walked, it would hurt like hell, but she would get over it. She had to. Until then, she’d enjoy every damn minute. “I hope you have plenty of stamina.”

He smirked and stepped aside, tugging her skirt back down. “We’re going to walk out of here, and you’re going to tell my sisters you’re not feeling well. Then I’m taking you home, because, baby, the night has only just begun.”

He scooped up her torn underwear, put them in his pocket, and placing his hand on the small of her back, led her from the office. She did as he said, didn’t even think about fighting it.

Her friends were worried, disappointed that she had to go, but she forced down her guilt and convinced them to stay. Martin was going to give them a ride home when they were ready, so they could carry on having a good time.

Then Deacon took her hand, and she held his in return. No, she clung to him, like a lifeline, happy to let him lead the way. Let him lead her blindly down a path she knew was dangerous and promised nothing but pain when they reached their destination, but she would walk it all the same.

The crowd was thick and pushed in from all sides, threatening to tear them apart. She leaned in close to him. “Don’t let me go.” Her words came out kind of desperate, and if he’d been listening for it, gave away far more than she ever wanted him to know.

His fingers flexed around hers, and he turned to her, expression so intense, exhilaration spiked through her belly. “I don’t plan to.”