Perfect Chaos(61)

He pulled back and his fingers in my hair massaged slowly while he stared at me. He looked relaxed and content. I never saw this side of Deck; it was hotter than the badass side. Hmmm, maybe not. That was a toss-up because thinking about his office this afternoon had me shifting in my chair and aching to have his hands on me again.

“Turn, babe.” He put his hands under my armpits and helped me shift around so my legs were on either side of him. My stomach whirled as I felt his cock hard beneath me. I put my hands on his chest, loving the feeling of his heartbeat beneath my palm. It was like it became a part of me, fed me, lit something up inside that couldn’t be shut out.

Deck pulled me forward and kissed the tip of my nose. It was sweet and I liked it—a lot.

I looked down at his chest, slowly drawing circles over the hard slab of muscle. “I love being here with you.”

“That’s because of the multiple orgasms.”

I laughed. “True.” I trailed my finger down his chest to between his legs and felt him tense. His cock jerked against my palm and I bit my lower lip and smiled while I unzipped his pants. His hand tightened on my hip and I heard the slight rumble in his chest. I smiled. “I want dessert.”





I WAS REELING from telling her that shit. The only other person I’d ever told about my father was Connor. But for some reason, telling Georgie felt … right. I needed her to see that side of me. There was no fuckin’ way I was ever letting her go, so she needed to see the fucked-up parts, and those parts were pretty damn big.


There wasn’t a day I regretted killing my dad. Not once. Maybe that was wrong in the eyes of the law or a psychologist, but I didn’t give a shit. He deserved it.

Georgie slipped off my lap and all thoughts of everything except her and what she was doing went dark. She knelt between my legs and then her hands went to my jeans and she undid the zipper.

Her taking out my cock and that sassy expression on her face … Fuckin’ hell, it was something I’d imagined her doing for years.

Her tongue darted out and touched the tip of me. I curled my hand in her hair. “Babe.”

I closed my eyes and my head went back as she gripped my cock in a fist and then slid me into the warmth of her mouth. My hand tightened in her hair, trying to control the urge to force her deeper. Not yet.

She sucked while her tongue flicked over me and her hand, slow and hard, fisted my dick. She moved up and down a few times then pulled all the way out and my eyes opened. Her kneeling on the patio in front of me, cheeks flushed, eyes curious and smoldering … my control faltered.

She cupped my balls, her fingers tantalizing, stroking. I tried to bring her mouth back to my cock, but she resisted and I didn’t like it. I hated not having control, and Georgie literally had me by the balls. “Put your mouth on me,” I growled.

She tightened her hand on my balls while her other pumped me hard a few times. “Oh, baby, not the time to be giving orders.” She smiled and her tongue darted out and licked the tip once.

Fuck. I shifted in the chair, fighting the urge to throw her on her back and push my cock down her throat.

Then she went deep and I could feel the back of her throat as she sucked. The tightness and warmth caused shivers to erupt and my chest to tighten. Just when I thought I’d come like I’ve never come in my life before, she pulled back and sat back on her heels.

“Teach me to use a gun.”

“Jesus Christ.” I was sitting with my dick hard as a steel rod, throbbing between my legs, in front of the girl I’ve wanted for so goddamn long it had become painful to be near her. Yet I couldn’t ever walk away. Then she dropped the sass and put her hands on my thighs.

“Baby, please. I want to learn. And I want you to teach me. It’s better than learning from some hottie at a gun range.”

Shit. I never wanted Georgie near guns or the shit I had in my dark world, but seeing her fumble with my gun scared the crap out of me. “Fine.”

She wiggled closer, her hands stroking up and down my thighs. “You saying fine because you want me to suck you off?”

“I’m saying fine because I don’t want another man’s arms around you teaching you how to hold a fuckin’ gun.”

She laughed then grabbed my cock at the base and squeezed. I groaned then watched as my girl put her mouth back on my dick.



DECK AND I took the dishes back inside and he scrubbed the pot and pan while I dried. I was right; he was massive and my jaw was a little sore from taking him, but he tasted damn good and when he came down my throat, it was more than that. It was about Deck being vulnerable and he’d given that by telling me about his dad and when he let me take control sexually.