Page 167 of Deacon

I shook under him, milking him, tits heaving, gone for him.

His hips worked forcefully until he stilled for a moment as his orgasm struck.

‘Fucckkkk.’

His horse groan reverberated through the car as he shuddered through his ecstasy.

I found myself cumming again as he slowed into a series of deep, bottoming-out thrusts till he fell on me.

I held him, still quivering, thighs like jelly as I stroked the back of his head.

Finally, he levered himself up and, with a grunt, eased out of me.

I wanted to reach up and kiss him, but I paused, the cold gleam in his eye jolting me.

‘Got your fill, De Stella?’ he ground out.

I had no words for him, shattered and undone.

With a bitter curl of his lips, he shoved my legs to the side.

For some reason, I couldn’t speak, my chest heaving as I stared at him.

He found his gear and started pulling it back on.

His jeans had remained on all the time, as had his boots, so all he did was lift his ass and tug them into place, re-clasping his belt.

He dragged his half-buttoned shirt over his head, and retrieved his jacket from the front passenger seat, shrugging it on.

Then he sliced his eyes to me in the dark, the planes of his sculpted face lit up by the Davis & Third rear sign outside.

‘See you around, De Stella.’

With that hoarse rasp, he shoved the door open and eased out, closing it behind him.

I sat up, my eyes tracking him as he stalked off into the night, disappearing into the bar’s shadowed embrace.

My body thrummed from the unbelievable high I’d just experienced.

However, my heart sank because he’d never before given me an earth-shattering orgasm and walked away from me without a kiss or a post sex cuddle.

What he’d just delivered was payback, and I’d asked for it in a manner of speaking.

My face went red with shame as I scrabbled for my underwear and rearranged my clothes.

I eased out of the backseat and slid behind the wheel.

Lying my head on it, I let the tears I’d been holding back all night fall free.

I’d touched heaven, only to plummet right back into the cold reality of a life without him.

Chapter 33

DEACON

Isat at the empty bar at Davis & Third.

I was the last patron left, and Keith, the bartender, was keeping the place open just for me.