Chapter Fourteen
Miracle
“He’s here,” I whispered, eyes to the window, watching the headlights gleam through the dark on my lane.
Bossy yapped.
I ran to the front door, stopped, and toed my baby back. “I get my reunion first.”
She protested by trying to attack the strap of my flip-flop.
I gently fended her off and quickly slipped through the door.
I walked to the top of the steps and stopped, my heart beating hard as I watched Deacon unfold from the driver’s seat. Then I watched him walk to me.
When he was at the bottom of the steps, I asked, “Did you eat?”
His eyes were on mine. Then again, they had been since he got out of his truck.
“Welcome to check the cab after you fuck me hard and I crash, woman. Chip bags and shit all over. Evidence.”
He stopped one step down from me.
“I take it, you needing to crash, you didn’t sleep,” I noted.
He grinned at me.
He didn’t sleep.
Whatever.
I leaped into his arms.
His hands at my ass, my arms and legs around him, we kissed as he walked us into the house.
A week and a half, nothing but phone calls (these Deacon returned, if he didn’t answer right away). Then the call, the good call that said he was on his way home.
He used his boot to close the door and Bossy’s excited puppy demands came fast and furious.
Deacon broke our clinch to look down at our dog.
“Yo, Boss Lady.”
Bossy yapped.
His fingers pressed into my ass and I took that as a sign to let him go. When he put me to my feet, he bent, scooped up Bossy, and gave her a cuddle.
I smiled gleefully. Bossy licked his jaw gleefully.
That gave me more glee.
His eyes came to me.
“I put her in her crate; you go upstairs and get naked.”
I stopped smiling when my thighs started quivering.
“Now, Cassie,” he ordered gently.