“You good with me bein’ here three weeks?” he asked when I was settled.
I was good with him being there forever. He might not know that, but he did know from the smile I gave him that morning that I was good for the three weeks.
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to, Deacon Deacon,” I answered.
He chuckled.
I settled into the sound.
“You wanna know what all I bought you?” he went on.
He got me more?
I didn’t want to know. I wanted the surprise.
“Surprise me,” I told his chest.
“You got it,” he murmured, his hand sliding over my hip to my still heated ass. “This good?”
“Oh yeah.”
I heard the smile in his, “My Cassie likes to get spanked.”
I figured he could feel my smile against his chest but I said nothing.
Deacon fell into my silence.
I cuddled closer.
His hand eventually left my ass and curled me even closer when he asked quietly, “Those two, three babies?”
My body tensed. “Yeah?”
“This stays good, woman, wanna make ’em with you.”
I closed my eyes tight.
“I know that’s too soon. I also don’t give a fuck,” he continued.
“It is not too soon,” I replied firmly.
There was a moment of silence then, “Fuck, my Cassie.”
This sounded like a groan and I loved that emotion so much I lifted up and looked down at him.
“That’s me,” I stated, still firm, totally unyielding. “Your Cassie. And you’re my Deacon.”
His hand started sliding up my side as his lips ordered, “Quiet.”
I was never quiet.
Or, at least, that occasion came rarely.
“You should know, I’m claiming you.”
“Woman, quiet,” he growled.
“Just saying, you can leave, but I want you back. You can stay as long as you stay and I’ll take you. And I hope you start doing that work to leave that life you’re leading when you’re not with me because I want there to come a time when I can eat my cereal while you open the door.”