“Yes,” I breathed.
“And do you get the kind of man I am for you?”
There was a nuance of difference but he didn’t need to explain it.
I got it.
“Yes, honey.”
“Right. Now, can I go to sleep?”
“Yes, Deacon.”
At that, he kissed me, closed-mouthed and hard, then rolled again, moving me with him and tucking me into his side.
I drew in a deep breath.
Deacon didn’t. He just curled me closer when I did and loosened his hold when I let my breath out. A show of support. He was there with me. He knew that was a lot for me to take and he was telling me he was there.
Yes, I knew the kind of man he was for me.
I listened to his breathing even. I did this for a while.
Then I stated, “I still don’t want you to get in an accident. I’m not sure ghosts give good head.”
Deacon burst out laughing.
Although I loved that sound and that it was me who gave it to him, I lifted my head to look down at his moonlit face, stating through his mirth, “I’m only kind of being funny.”
He again pulled me up his chest so we were face to face.
“Here’s the deal,” he began when his laughter diminished. “I’m done with a job, I’ll stop to sleep and eat. It won’t be much sleep and it’ll be shit food that’s fast that I can eat on the road. Happy?”
“So badasses can compromise.”
“Jesus, I’m wiped and now I gotta rally in order to spank you,” he told the ceiling.
“You don’t have to do that,” I replied quickly, though only because I was tired too and I was pretty certain another orgasm might kill me.
His eyes came to mine. “What’d I say about being a smartass?”
“It’s a part of me,” I pointed out.
“It’s a part of you that’s gonna get you a red ass.”
“Please don’t. I think another orgasm tonight might kill me.”
I gasped as his hand darted out, curled around the back of my head, and pulled me to within an inch of his face.
“There it is, Cassidy, you know me,” he said, his voice heavy with meaning.
“Sorry?”
“We haven’t played, we haven’t even discussed playing, and you know I do that shit to you, it comes with an orgasm.”
Again.
He was right.