I blinked.
“Lyin’ on you, seated deep inside you, ass filled, for you.”
Understanding dawned, my body relaxed, and I whispered, “Deacon.”
“Do anything for you. Do anything for you and like it. Do anything for you that you want and nearly beg for it. You wanted my ass, I gave it to you. I’ll give it to you again. No one, woman, no one I’d give that to. Except you.”
“I—”
“I trusted you and you gave it to me good.”
“Yes,” I agreed quietly.
“You trust me and I give it to you good.”
I pressed my lips together but nodded my head once.
“You want more?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but even so, I didn’t know if I could take more, whatever it was.
My head decided for me and nodded again.
“You got all of me, woman. You just took the last I had to give. I’ve fucked your ass, and essentially, you just fucked mine. Now I’m lyin’ on you, filled with the plug you drove deep ’cause that’s what you wanted and I gave it to you. You got off, fuckin’ huge. You got me off, arguably bigger. You gonna want that again?”
Absolutely.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Then I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you and love every minute of it. No boundaries. That’s us, Cassidy. That’s who we are. That’s what we were both searchin’ for. That’s what you gave me. That’s what you wanted from me. That’s the way it has to be. That’s what started on your kitchen table. Everything I was holding back came loose and I gave you Deacon on that table and you wanted it. You wanted me. That’s why I needed for you to call me Deacon ’cause I was holdin’ on to that, holdin’ on to givin’ me to you, free of the garbage that was suffocating me. Suddenly feeling clean with my Cassie. Then, the next fuckin’ day, I fucked it up, settin’ boundaries. Now they’re gone.”
Oh my God.
Was he saying…?
He lifted one of his big hands and rested it at the side of my head as he dipped his face close to mine. “In this bed, out of it. Naked or not. No boundaries. All in. Nothin’ held back.” He pressed his hips between my legs and I drew in a sharp breath. “You’re all mine, Cassidy, every fuckin’ inch. And I’m all yours, just the same. Do you understand me?”
This was too big, too amazing, too precious to process, but it forced itself into my head and settled there all the same.
Name’s Deacon Gates.
Gates.
Not John Priest.
He gave that to me.
And he gave it to Milagros.
All in.
Nothing held back.
No boundaries.
I understood him.
Completely.