He handed me the last pan and I was reaching up to put it away when he grabbed me and pulled me in tightly to him. “Your brother said your bed was your imaginary island and that’s where you and your stuffed animals lived.”
Jesus, Connor had a big mouth. “Kids had monsters in the closet … I had sharks swimming on my floor.”
His finger tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’d slay them all for you, babe.”
“Mmm, a hot pirate.”
“A pirate with a prisoner.” Deck kissed the side of my neck and I shivered, the familiar ache building between my legs. “Who needs to walk the plank.”
He turned me around in his arms and I was met with a playful smile. It was like the demons in both of us were being washed away just by being with one another. “Meaning?”
His smiled dropped. “Meaning I want you in the pool in two seconds.”
I raised my brows and put my hands on top of his, resting firmly on my hips. “Well, a pirate doesn’t always get what he wants, does he?”
“This one does.” Before I could do anything but squeal that girlie sound, he had me thrown over his shoulder and was striding through the house to the terrace. Without a second’s hesitation and still with my clothes on, he tossed me into the pool.
I came up sputtering. Deck was standing at the edge so I splashed him. He didn’t move, nor did he smile, but he wasn’t mad. There was heat in his eyes which made the butterflies in my stomach go bungee jumping. This was the office-Deck taking control.
“You going to stand there or is my pirate coming to fuck me?”
His eyes sparked like they had when I put my mouth on his cock.
My stomach splatted and sizzled like butter hitting a hot frying pan as he stood staring at me treading water. He was mine. After all the years fantasizing about him and trying to convince myself he would suck in bed, Deck was mine.
I swam to the edge of the pool and watched as he took out a small square silver package from his pocket and ripped it open. Then he slowly took off his jeans and his cock sprang free, already hard. He yanked off his t-shirt, put on the condom, then walked to the side of the pool and looked down at me.
“In the shallow end. Knees on the second step, hands on the top.”
I swallowed. His eyes were dark and narrowed, watching me, bold and unyielding as he waited for me to obey. I wanted to sass and tease, but I held back. There was something about him that had me bite my tongue. And I was totally turned on by his order, thinking about what he was going to do.
His brows lowered further and his scowl was like it’d been in his office. I knew he’d walk away. Deck was in control, I was going to be his puppet and the thought heightened the throbbing as I swam to the other end of the pool.
I did what he asked and my ass was half out of the pool. I heard him approach, his bare feet slow and deliberate as he walked toward me. My heart pounded against my ribs and got faster as I looked up to see him standing at the edge of the pool in front of me.
“Head down.”
I did. Only then did he come up behind me. He yanked my track pants down and I lifted each leg as he pulled them off and threw them aside. I looked over my shoulder and as soon as I did, I felt the slap of his palm against my ass. “Eyes forward.”
Shit. That hurt. My skin was wet, his slap making it worse, but then I felt the warmth of his hand soothing where it stung. I sighed and relaxed, my head dropping forward.
I felt his finger lightly trace one of the cuts. I barely felt them now as they had scabbed over. “This doesn’t happen again.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“I know why you do it, Georgie. Use the physical pain to take away the emotional. But we can find another way. Another outlet.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. Yes. And I was already beginning to find it. This is what I wanted. Needed. It set me free, gave me the freedom to be who I was. Deck did that.
I knew he had to be still fighting himself for breaking his word to my brother, but I hoped in time that guilt would fade and he’d realize it was right. We’d always been meant for one another. Our paths had been running parallel for so long, trying to cross, yet the ghost of Connor and Robbie and even Kai kept us apart.
His hands gripped my waist—hard. Fingers digging into my skin and pulling me back toward him with a jerk as his cock rammed me. The water lapped at the harsh movement, splashing up the sides of us and onto the stair.
My knees hurt from the cement nodules in the step as they scraped the surface. He didn’t seem to care and his body leaned into me as his hand shoved me down lower so I had to arch my back.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to beg me to stop.”