Bounty(107)

“Uh…no,” I answered.

One of his hands shifted, so did his eyes, and while he watched, I felt his thumb sweep where he’d sunk his teeth into me last night right before his climax.

His gaze came back to mine.

“Took my mark,” he whispered, all three words were thick.

Thick with meaning.

Maybe even thick with emotion.

My fingers clutched his waist.

He slid his other hand down my chest, between my breasts, down, and my nails curled in when he slid his hand through his cum, smoothing it over my skin.

“Took my mark,” he repeated.

I was thinking I was getting him.

Still, my, “Yes,” was tentative.

His hand slid up and curled around my breast.

I bit my bottom lip.

Deke’s eyes watched.

God, he was turning me on again.

He looked back to me. “You run this hot all the time, gypsy?”

“Uh…not so far, until, well…obviously…um…”

I trailed off.

He got me.

And I knew this because he smiled.

Slow.

So fucking slow.

Cocky.

Totally goddamned cocky.

Hot.

Unbelievably smoking hot.

He ran a thumb hard over my nipple, that rocketing straight to my clit, my fingernails digging into his flesh, all while he erased the inch he’d put between our faces as he whispered, “You like me.”

It was not tentative that time when I whispered back, “Yeah.”

Something passed through his eyes. I wanted to chase it for a variety of reasons, not the least of which it was amazing, but at that moment it made new wet surge between my legs.

“Made for me,” he muttered, like I wasn’t there, like he wasn’t even a breath away from me, giving me those words and all they seemed to mean.

I lay unmoving under all that was Deke and stared in his eyes.

“Shower,” he grunted suddenly. “Condoms,” he went on. His mouth touched mine, “Lots of those fuckers.”

Before I could agree, or what I was leaning more toward, kissing him, he was on his feet at the side of the bed. Then he was dragging me across the bed.

And finally, I was over his shoulder and he was stalking toward the shower.

Okay then.

We had our morning plan.

Shower.

And condoms.

Lots of them.

I had a feeling I was not going to get any progress done on my house that day.

And I did not give that first fuck.





Chapter Fourteen


Highly-Tuned Revenge Streak

Deke



Deke dumped the five packs of condoms on the counter at the convenience store in town.

He watched the cashier guy’s face turn startled before he slowly lifted his gaze up to Deke’s then turned it to Jussy who was standing close to his side, holding his hand.

The man’s face stayed startled as his eyebrows flew up.

Deke dipped his chin and saw her smiling bright, bold, huge and unashamed right at the guy.

Christ, she was something.

Deke beat back the rush of laughter he was feeling and looked back at the cashier when he heard the beeping of their purchase.

“How’s my face?” Jussy asked and his attention went back to her.

He took in her eye, saw the yellow was gone, almost all the purpling was gone at the side, but there was still some blue under her eye. His gaze dropped and he also saw he’d been right in his assessment the day before. Not even a shadow left at her throat.

They made it through last night.

They’d connected the way they both wanted to connect and it was fucking spectacular.

And that shit at her throat was gone.

A good day.

“Better,” he answered.

“Good enough to go to La-La Land and not freak out Sunny?”

He stared at her, his lips moving. “We are not getting coffee.”

She gave a cute pout. “I need coffee.”

“Then make it after I take you home and fuck you again.” Caught in Jussy’s cute, the words came out of his mouth before it hit him he had an audience so he looked to the cashier and muttered, “Sorry, man.”

The cashier was grinning. “Don’t mind me. Just happy a brother is gettin’ some a’ the good stuff.”

Oh, he was getting some of the good stuff.

Deke looked down to Jussy to see her again beaming at the cashier.

He tugged at her hand and she turned that beam to him.

Yeah, she was something.

“No coffee,” he stated.

“Deke, we also need breakfast,” she told him. “You ate all the pizza last night.”

“Babe, you ate half that pie and I had to fight you for my last slice. That last slice being my slice.”

“Okay, so we ate all the pizza last night and I can’t breakfast on Baby Ruths and Butterfinger Cups and that’s all we have left.” She gave him a sassy smile. “And we’re gonna need sustenance.”

The way she fucked, this was undoubtedly true.