Caged

  He was beyond obsessed with her. Last night, after hearing the depth of her suffering at the hands of her family, he’d felt the bonds between them change. No longer a tenuous tie, they’d solidified. He knew she was the one who could anchor him but not weigh him down.

  Molly’s hand gently stroked his head. She didn’t say anything. She just breathed heavily as she touched him with the comfort that made him want to purr and the eroticism that made him want to roar.

  Roaring won out.

  He pushed onto all fours. Then he pressed his face into her neck and murmured, “Roll over.”

  “You sure?” Molly arched into him, teasing him, rubbing her chest against his, knowing he was helpless to resist those fantastic tits.

  After placing a sucking kiss on the mounded flesh, he said, “I need you hard, babe.” Then he turned her onto her belly himself and stretched her arms to the headboard.

  Above her, Deacon said, “Lift up, but keep your legs together.” He shoved a pillow beneath her hips. Then, balancing on one arm, he gripped his shaft at the base and aimed the head at her wet center.

  As her pussy enveloped his cock, he had to grit his teeth against the need to ram into her. Had anything ever felt this damn good?

  No.

  Once his cock filled her completely, he placed his lips on the nape of her neck, letting his breath and the damp heat of his mouth tease the fine hairs, knowing it drove her wild.

  “God, yes. I love how you feel on me. I’ve never done it this way.”

  When she said stuff like that, he wanted to beat the hell out of every man who’d failed to be the lover she needed. Then a cocky sense of possession roared through him. He’d give her everything she’d never had and then some.

  “Make that growling sound again.” She nuzzled his jaw. “Because that means you’re about to bring out the beast.”

  “Fuck, woman. You test me when you say shit like that.”

  Deacon started to move. Kissing all his favorite spots. Nipping and scraping his teeth on those same sensitive sections. Keeping as much contact between their bodies until the heat and the friction made their skin slick with sweat.

  Every time he bottomed out, Molly made a small grunt of satisfaction that echoed his own.

  He slid his mouth up and down the slope of her shoulder, feeling her skin break out in gooseflesh beneath his lips.

  “Deacon, you said hard.”

  “Patience, babe,” he murmured. “Feels good like this.”

  “Yes.” She moaned when he thrust in harder. “Feels good like that too.”

  “I wanna take my time with this pussy that’s so hot and wet and ready for me,” he said into her sweet-smelling hair.

  Molly tightened her cunt muscles around his shaft.

  “Fuck.” He hissed in a quick breath. “Do that again.”

  She bore down harder.

  Deacon picked up the pace. The faster thrusts sent him speeding toward release. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, rocking his hips, his skin sliding across hers, the scents of Molly and sex filling his lungs. Nothing had ever felt so amazing. And then he realized why it felt so amazing.

  No condom.

  But he’d hit the point of no return. He pulled out, and his shaft slipped up the crack of her ass. The damp skin and tight depth hugging his length had him sliding faster and faster, because that felt fucking fantastic too.

  “Deacon? Why’d you—”

  “No condom,” he panted. “Too fuckin’ close to stop.”

  “Yes, come on me. Mark me.”

  The circuits in his brain went haywire.

  He pressed his hand down over his shaft, keeping it tightly sandwiched between her buttocks, grinding down hard on every thrust. Her wet pussy kissed his balls, and then they drew up tight and his shaft jerked, sending come spurting onto her ass and the small of her back.

  Fuck yeah. His orgasm went on and on. Finally he stopped moving, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the wet spots that glistened on her skin.

  He snickered, a little sex drunk this early in the morning.

  Molly looked over her shoulder. “It’s impolite to stare at someone’s ass and snicker, buddy.”

  “Sorry. My come just looks so fucking hot on you. But, babe, there’s a lot of it.”

  “Guess you’d better get that fancy shower warmed up so you can clean me up.”

  “Guess I’d better.” He kissed the side of her mouth. “Thanks. I love that you’re up for anything.”

  “With you? Always.” She pushed up on her elbows to look at him. “We haven’t talked about it, but I am on the pill.”

  He dropped beside her, propping himself up on his forearm. “So no more condoms?”

  “Not unless you have a secret love of them.”

  “Hell no. But my latest health certificate is at the dojo. Had it done before my last fight. I haven’t fucked anyone since way before that.”

  He sensed she wanted to say she trusted him, but he didn’t want her blind trust any more than he wanted her blind obedience.

  “I think my last doctor’s visit was six months ago. I’ll set up an appointment to get tested—”

  “Have you been with anyone in the last six months?”

  Her cheeks heated. “No.”

  “Then there’s no need for a retest.”

  “You trust me? Just like that?”

  “Yeah, I do.” Deacon knew she understood what that meant. He kissed her. “So we can be spontaneous now, huh?”

  “Like we haven’t been before? I think the only place we haven’t fucked in my apartment is the hall closet.” She smirked. “But then again, you did fuck me against that door.”

  “So it counts.”

  Molly laughed.

  Deacon brushed her hair out of her face. “Looks like we’ll have to fuck in every room here today to even things up.”

  “You’ve got a much bigger place than mine. It’ll take more than just one day, Mr. Insatiable.” Her eyes searched his. “Don’t you have to train today?”

  “I deserve a day off from the dojo.” At least here he wouldn’t have to face off against Courey. And Maddox could suck it. Sundays were light training days anyway. “I’ll run on the treadmill in the fitness room downstairs.”

  “Deacon, you’re not blowing off training because of me—”

  He stopped her from talking with a kiss. The last thing he needed was her nagging him about training like everyone else.

  Then Deacon reached down and swirled his finger through the come spots that were cooling on her back. He held it up to her beautifully, sexily kiss-swollen lips. “Open.”

  Keeping her heavy-lidded gaze connected to his, she sucked the digit into her mouth, then swirled her tongue around and around.

  After she released his finger, he kissed her, his tongue darting in for a taste of himself in her mouth. Then he murmured, “I like waking up with you in my bed. Go back to sleep, but stay like this for me—warm, wet, wearing only my marks. After cardio, I’ll clean you up as we get dirty in the shower.” He tucked the sheet around her.

  Deacon watched as she closed her eyes, a self-satisfied smile on her lips.

  This would be his fastest cardio workout all year.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  MONDAY morning Presley asked, “Why are you dragging ass so bad today?” after the tenth time Molly yawned.

  Molly shifted in her office chair, and her sore spots protested. “Because I am a hopeless slut when it comes to Deacon McConnell.”

  Presley’s eyes widened. “Come again?”

  “Yes, I come again, and again, and again,” she muttered. “That’s the problem. And yet . . . it’s not a problem. Deacon is—”

  “Horny?” Presley supplied.

  “You have no idea. And he’s insatiable and relentless. I’m not complaining, because it’s amazing every freakin’ time.”

  “But?”

  “But I’m also wondering if this excessive sex is normal.” Her gaz
e searched Presley’s. “Is it?”

  “Give me a second to bask in the fact you think I’ve had a normal life of any kind, let alone a normal sex life.”

  “Pres, I’m serious.”

  “I know.” She tucked a hank of orange hair behind her ear. “If he rocks your bed frame so often, then why are you questioning it?”

  “What if that’s all there is between us?”

  “You told me you didn’t care if this was a temporary fling with Deacon. Have you changed your mind?”

  I don’t know. Okay, yes, I do. I think it’s been more than sex all along.

  “This sex-a-thon will run its course,” Presley continued, oblivious to Molly’s inner turmoil, “and you’ll have great sex stories to tell—after you marry a boring guy who isn’t hot enough to toast your marshmallows in that way.”

  When Presley’s gaze sharpened, Molly knew her face betrayed how awful that life sounded.

  “That’s not how you see your life playing out?”

  “Maybe at one time I did, but not now.”

  “Since you started things with Deacon or before?”

  “What do you think?”

  Presley threw her arms up. “I think you are confusing the fuck outta me. You cannot look at that tough, brooding, snarling man and not see passion, Mol. Passion drives him. You should’ve expected he’d focus that passion on you.”

  “You think I don’t know that? But I’ve never been with a man who is as physically demonstrative as he is sexual. It’s usually either/or.”

  “We’re still talking about Deacon, right? The man who’d grunt his instructions in class if he could? He’s touchy-feely in private?”

  “Unbelievably.” Wait. Did sharing that break a relationship rule?

  “Like how?”

  “He always has to be touching me. Even when we’re just sitting on the couch watching TV, one or both of his hands are on me somewhere.”

  “What about during meals?”

  “I sit on his left side so he can keep his hand on my leg while we’re eating. But even that’s become an issue since a simple touch leads to wanting more hands on skin, mouth on skin, skin on skin. Then my clothes are flying off, and his clothes are flying off, and I don’t give a damn that my bra is in the butter and my panties have become a toaster cozy. We’re body to body, it’s fantastic and everything else in the world just disappears.”

  Stunned silence.

  Then, “For the love of Loki, Molly. Are you drunk? You never tell me shit like this.”

  “I never tell you shit like this because being a ho is a new thing for me.”

  Presley’s owl-eyed gaze flicked over Molly’s shoulder. “Uh, hey, Amery.”

  “Morning, Pres. Morning, ho.”

  Molly put her forehead on her desk. Then she heard the sound of metal scraping across the floor. She looked up to see Amery settling in next to Presley.

  “Keep talking. This is way more interesting than itemizing expenses. What did I miss?” Amery prompted Presley.

  “Just Molly complaining about being overly tired since she’s a sex fiend obsessed with Deacon’s magical dick and it’s keeping her up at night.”

  “At least he can keep it up all night for his greedy ho-bag girlfriend, amirite?”

  Presley laughed and high-fived Amery.

  “You two oughta take your comedy act on the road.” She pointed at Amery’s office and then at Presley’s work space. “Seriously. Get. Out.”

  “Oh, don’t be a bad sport,” Amery said. “Keep talking.”

  “I don’t know if I feel comfortable talking about this with you, boss.”

  “Please. I’m the perfect person to talk to because you see what a ho-bag I am for Ronin.” She smirked. “I’m pretty sure you’ve figured out when he stops by to ‘discuss something’ with me and my office door is locked that we’re usually not talking.”

  Presley held her hand up for another high five.

  “Fine, but you can’t share any of this with your husband, because I don’t want this getting back to Deacon.”

  “I won’t. Spill.”

  Molly slumped back in her chair. “Deacon is the most sexual man I’ve ever been with.”

  “How often are we talking about with you and Deacon’s sexy times?” Presley asked.

  “At least once a day. Sometimes twice. Sometimes more.”

  Presley mouthed, Holy fuck.

  “You tell him no when you’re not in the mood?”

  Molly sighed. “There’s the ho problem—ha-ha. He gives me that look, puts those big mitts on me, and I’m freakin’ putty in his hands. I can’t say no. I don’t want to say no. I’m never not in the mood.”

  “You feel dirty afterward?” Amery asked softly.

  Her directness surprised Presley. But their newest coworker didn’t know how Amery had struggled with her strict religious upbringing when it came to her sexuality. “No, I don’t feel dirty. I feel fantastic. He knows me now.” She briefly closed her eyes. “I’ve never let any guy know me like that because I’ve never trusted anyone like I do him.”

  “It’s scary, powerful stuff—isn’t it?”

  Molly’s eyes met Amery’s. “Very.”

  “So you’re not really complaining.”

  She shook her head. “I’m just tired.”

  “Well, you have been spending all of your off-work hours with him,” Presley pointed out. “I miss hanging out with you.”

  “Same. I’ll see if Fee and Katie are up for going out this weekend.”

  Presley said, “Cool. Set it up. I’m in.”

  “I’m out,” Amery said. “We’ll be at Knox and Shiori’s all day Saturday, spoiling Nuri, and Ronin has plans for us Saturday night.”

  Molly was too chicken to ask if Ronin’s plans included an evening of twisting ropes on her at Twisted. “Too bad. We’ll knock back a margarita or two for you.”

  Amery’s eyes bored into Molly’s. “You sure you’re okay? Nothing else going on with Deacon?”

  She knew voicing her concerns about Deacon missing training yesterday, with his next fight coming up so soon, would violate a relationship rule, since she feared Amery would mention that to Ronin. Molly didn’t know whether Amery was aware that Ronin had put the kibosh on Deacon starting a relationship a few months ago, and again, she was too chicken to ask. She manufactured a believable smile. “That’s it. I’ve just never been oversexed. I should’ve come to you—our resident expert on being oversexed.”

  “No such thing.” Amery stood and disappeared into her office.

  Presley stood and tapped her palms on the desk. “Good talk.”

  “You don’t have anything to share?”

  “Trust me—if I was getting laid as much as you are? I’d be bragging about it all the damn time. You couldn’t shut me up about it.”