by Amy Brent
But it couldn't. We needed to get out of there. But I contented myself with the knowledge that we would have a lifetime together to make even more moments just like that. I broke our kiss and holding onto her arms, took a step back and smiled at her. Damn, it was good to see her.
“You stupid, stupid man – ” she said, but she was smiling.
“What a nice way to greet the man you love,” I teased. “Especially after he risked his life to save you.”
“Deacon, God, I'm so happy to see you, but you were so stupid to come tonight. Of all nights!” she said. “Did you see who's down there? We've got a house full of people who want to kill you. You do realize that, don't you?”
“I did. I know. Trust me. Got a good look at all of 'em, Emmy,” I said. “But there was no way in hell I was going to let you spend one more night here. There was no way in hell I wasn't coming for you. You had to know that.”
“You couldn't spend one more night away from me, you mean,” she grinned. “It's okay to admit it.”
“That too,” I said.
“So what's the plan now?” she asked, running a hand down the front of my body, the expression on her face one of awe, like she couldn't believe I was actually standing there in front of her. “We can't really walk out there together, not like this. If anybody sees you, they're going to cut your head off, Deacon.”
“I hadn't really thought through all of that just yet. I figured we'd jump off that bridge when we got to it,” I said. “But, now that we're here, you have any brilliant ideas?”
Emelia nodded, but bit her lip. “It's risky and we'll have to be patient, but I think it might be better to wait until the party is over. My father will be drunk – so will many of his men – and we might actually be able to sneak past the guards.”
I looked to the patio door, but Emelia read my mind.
“All sealed up, I'm afraid,” she said. “We're locked in.”
“Sealed up?” I asked, not sure if I heard her right.
“Yep. I'm a prisoner in my own home. Charming, don't you think?” She was still holding onto me, and in that moment, she turned and smiled, placing her head on my chest. “I'm so glad you're here, Deacon. I was afraid – ”
“I'm going to get you out of this,” I said. “Don't worry.”
“I know you will,” she smiled softly. “I never doubted it for a moment.”
My heart raced as I looked into her eyes. This girl – she was quickly becoming my everything. Losing my brothers – or most of them at least – would have torn me apart before. I would have been lost. Adrift. Completely rudderless. But now, with Emelia in my life, things were different. For the first time in my life, I could see myself in a world without my brothers. Without the life. I could actually see myself running away, starting fresh, and getting out of this life altogether.
“Where do you want to go, Emmy?” I asked softly. “When we're out of here, I mean? The worlds is open to us, so where do you want to go?”
She looked up at me again and a smile spread across that beautiful face. “Argentina,” she said firmly. “I hear Buenos Aires is a gorgeous city, and we could totally get lost in the crowds there.”
“Sounds wonderful,” I whispered. “Anywhere you want to go, sweetie. Just say the word and I will whisk you away. I would be happy anywhere, so long as I'm with you. ”
Emelia stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my lips. As she did so, her hands worked at the buttons of my pants.
“Hey there – ” I said, my voice nervous as I glanced toward the door.
“It's locked,” she said. “From the inside. Dead bolt at the top. No one is getting in without my permission.”
“But what if your father comes back up?” I asked. “If your other door is sealed shut, how am I supposed to get out?”
She shrugged. “Well then, I guess we'll have to be quiet,” she said. “Besides, don't you like living life on the edge?”
She shot me a mischievous grin, and I couldn't deny the idea of making love to her in her own house – with her father downstairs, no less – wasn't an incredible turn-on.
She had deftly removed my pants and they slid down to the floor, pooling around my ankles.
“Besides, we have a few hours to burn, why not make the most of it?” she teased.
I smiled wide. She obviously enjoyed this little bit of danger as much as I did. I think for her, the whole idea of having sex with her father's enemy in her home, while her so-called engagement party went on downstairs, was just too hot and too tempting to pass up.
Emelia dropped to her knees while looking up at me, a salacious little smile on her lips. Her dark hair contrasted with her pale features so beautifully that it nearly took my breath away. And when she took my cock between her lips, my knees literally went weak. My breath caught in my throat and I had to make a concerted effort to not let my legs buckle right there in front of her.
“You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that?” I said.
But she couldn't respond. Not with her mouth filled up with my cock and all. She moved up and down on my shaft, licking and sucking me like I was a lollipop, all while looking up at me with the sexiest look in her eyes. I groaned as the sensations from her working on me with her mouth and her hands at the same time made my skin feel like it was on fire.
I ran my hands through her long hair, but resisted pushing her mouth further down on me. She was doing a hell of a job of sucking me off as it was, and I didn't want to shoot my load that quickly. Not even if the idea of coming in her mouth and all over her face turned me on so fucking bad – which it did. Very much so, in fact. But I wanted to enjoy her. Every last bit of her.
Emelia's hand moved up and down my cock along with her mouth, while she used the other to play with my balls.
“Fuck,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut and enjoying the sensation.
I was enjoying having my cock in her mouth a bit too much, because I felt myself coming ever so close to orgasm and needed her to stop. I didn't want her to stop, but I needed her to.
“Stop, Emelia. I'm going to come...”
“Then come for me, baby,” she said, taking my cock out of her mouth long enough to speak. “Let me taste your cum.”
“But I want to – ”
She smiled, tightened her grip on my cock, and went back to sucking me.
“I want to – ”
I couldn't form a coherent sentence, not with her mouth on my dick and her hand on my balls. I was seriously going to lose control while she sucked and jerked me, and I didn't like to lose control. As much as I wanted to shoot my seed down her tiny little throat, I needed to be inside of her. I needed to make her come too. Not just wanted. Needed.
So I lifted her up, forcing her to pull those sweet lips from my erection, and pushed her down on the bed. She smiled, staring up at me with such need. I quickly removed her clothes so she was lying naked before me, as sexy as ever against her burgundy velvet bedding.
She was so beautiful.
And I needed to fuck her.
I was going to fuck her.
EMELIA
Deacon's cock was wet with my saliva, and soon, it was going to be wet with my juices. I pulled him down on top of me, his shirt still on, and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. With one hand, I grabbed his stiff dick and guided him toward my opening, suddenly desperate in my need to feel him filling me up. But Deacon hesitated, just pressing against me without entering. He smiled down at me, a playful look in his eyes.
I thrust my hips upward, “Please, Deacon. Please,” I begged. “I need to feel you in me.”
My pussy was aching with need. I missed feeling his cock inside of me so fucking much and needed him to fill me up. I needed every inch of him inside of me like I needed air or water to live. Deacon held my face in his hand, forcing me to look into his beautiful blue eyes. He gave me a small, slow grin as he thrust hard with his hips and buried himself deep inside me, drawing a gasp of surprise, mixed with a touch of pa
in and one hell of a lot of pleasure, from my lips.
The look on his face was one of pure bliss as he spread me open. We both let out groans of pleasure as our bodies got used to being together like this again. Though it hadn't been all that long, it still felt like the first time – something I hope never, ever changed about our lovemaking.
Deacon started slowly, rocking back and forth on top of me, kissing me as he fucked me.
I ran my hands up and down his back, scratching gently as he moved in and out of me. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist so that every time he pulled out, mybody lifted up with his. I moved with him, our bodies in perfect rhythm, perfect harmony, making each thrust go deeper and deeper.
“Yes, baby, yes,” I said, feeling that familiar warmth spread throughout my entire body.
Everything Deacon was doing felt amazing and I let him have complete control of my body, encouraging him to do whatever he pleased. But just as I felt myself reaching the peak, Deacon surprised me, flipping us over so I was on top – all while his cock remained buried deep inside of me.
Now on top, I sat up and looked down at him as Deacon cupped my breasts, staring at me like I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Just the way he looked at me made me grow even wetter, the fire between my thighs burning out of control.
With a look of absolute hunger in his eyes, he played with my nipples, making me gasp as he pinched them, while I ground against him, my clit rubbing against his pelvic bone, making me shudder and moan with absolute pleasure.
Being on top gave me complete control and within minutes, I climaxed – my entire body bucking wildly as the spasms of my orgasm tore through my body. Deacon held onto me, moving my wildly shuddering body up and down on his cock as I called out his name over and over again.
“Deacon, yes, Deacon – Oh God...”
Thankfully, the music was loud – as I hoped the crowd downstairs was as well – so it was hopefully drowning out all my cries of pleasure as I came hard, my pussy tightening around Deacon's dick like a clenched fist. Deacon's eyes were rolling into the back of his head as I kept fucking him. His body was tense and he seemed to be close to losing it too – but he was fighting to prolong our lovemaking. Oh God, he was fighting so hard, and as much as I wanted us to keep going all night, I also wanted him to orgasm with me. I wanted him to feel every bit as amazing as I did.
Squeezing my muscles down tight around him, I stared deep into his eyes and begged him, “Come for me baby. Please – fill me with your hot cum. I want it. I need it.”
And just like that, with my dirty talk ringing in his ears, he grabbed onto my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and thrust himself upward. He was buried deeper inside of me than he had ever been and he cried out as his body shuddered.
“Emelia, fuck baby, I'm coming... ”
And as his body throbbed and pulsed beneath me, he filled me with his cock and with an animalistic grunt, he shot his seed deep inside my pussy. I gasped wildly and came again as I watched the look of pleasure fill his eyes. We rocked back and forth together, savoring the feeling of our bodies coming together, until the very last wave of intense sensation washed over us.
I collapsed on top of him, and he held me close. I could hear his heart beating fast, and we both struggled to regain our breathing.
“God, I love you, Emelia,” he said, pushing my sweat-drenched hair from my face so he could look at me. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too, Deacon,” I said, smiling wide.
I pulled myself off his cock, his juices running down my thighs, as I laid down beside him. Curled up next to him, I could almost let myself forget where we were. I could almost pretend we were somewhere else. Somewhere beautiful. I could almost pretend that we were in our own little world – just me and Deacon. But one look at the walls around me reminded me where we were and shattered that little fantasy.
As I stared into the eyes of the man I loved, I couldn't wait until I was free from my father. My family name. Free from the prison I was being confined in to live my life out with the man I loved – the father of my growing child.
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We dozed, on and off, in my bed until the party downstairs started to grow quiet. My father tried one more time to get me to come down to greet his guests, but I just continued to ignore him. He left, after screaming at me through the door that I was a disgrace, that I was dishonoring my family name, and shouted that whether I liked it or not, I was going to marry Tony.
It was easy to ignore him and laugh it off, because in the end though, he joke was going ot be on him.
I looked at Deacon and stifled my laughter as my dad threatened me a million different ways. Deacon looked upset, like he wanted to murder someone – like my father – but I held him close and told him that soon, we'd be out of there. I soothed him by saying that soon enough, we'd be free.
Eventually, everything downstairs grew silent. The party was over and it was time to go. And as we prepared to leave, Deacon handed me a gun. I stared down at it then back at him.
“Just in case,” he said with a wink.
I nodded. I knew we might run into a guard or some drunk asshole looking for a fight. Maybe even both. I took the gun, figuring that it was better to be safe than sorry.
Deacon stepped into the hallway first, looking both ways to make sure it was clear, even though I told him it would be better if I did. Just in case. But he refused to let me go out first, fearing that there was danger lurking in the corridor outside my room. He looked carefully, listened even more carefully, and made sure it was clear. When he was satisfied that it was, he motioned for me to follow him out.
We just needed to get to the bottom of the stairs and if all was clear there, then we could slip out the back. Deacon said he had driven a truck to my father's house – and that was what we were planning on escaping in. We just had to hope that the restaurant didn't have someone else drive it back or else we'd be hoofing it on foot. And if that was the case, it meant a long walk from my dad's property to the main road, and eventually back into town.
But no matter how far we had to walk or how long it took, it didn't matter to me. Every single step away from my father's house – and my father's life – was a step closer to living my own life. With Deacon. And our child. A step closer to a life filled with happiness and love.
We made it down the stairs and got to the end of the hallway just fine. We paused, listening and waiting before we continued down the stairs. For a moment, I thought this was going to be easy and I felt my heart filling with hope. Freedom was close at hand.
But no, I couldn't have been more wrong about that.
Coming up the stairs, at the same time we were coming down, was one of my dad's guards. A man named Gerardo. He stopped, a puzzled expression on his face. He looked at me first, then over to Deacon. It took a moment, but I saw the alarm begin to spread across his face as he comprehended what was happening. But before he could raise his gun, Deacon was on him. Gunshots could potentially wake up my father – and anybody else in the house – so we needed to keep it as quiet as possible. Not that the sound of an all out brawl was quiet, but it was better than gunfire.
I watched Deacon struggling with the man and wasn't sure what we were going to do. He seemed to be getting the upper hand, maneuvering himself around behind Gerardo and putting him in a headlock. The guard grunted and looked pained, but he kept struggling, kept fighting, uselessly batting at Deacon's arms with his fists.
“Look away, Emelia,” Deacon whispered, his voice strained with the effort.
I quickly did as I was told – not that it helped much. The cracking sounds I heard as Deacon broke the man's neck would forever be ingrained into my skull. Slightly winded, Deacon dropped the man's lifeless body onto the stairs, Gerardo's head was bent at an impossible angle and his eyes were glassy and fixed on a point far beyond the house. Deacon took my hand, trying to snap me out of it. I pulled my gaze away from the body and looked at him, fe
eling my stomach churning.
“I'm sorry – ” he said.
I shook my head. This was no time to get squeamish. I knew that getting out of the house and away from my father wasn't going to be easy – and figured it wasn't going to be pretty either. I knew the possibility existed that people were going to die. But it was easier to grasp when it was an abstract concept – seeing an actual body was a whole different ballgame.
But I had to be a big girl. I had to suck it up. If I wanted out of this life and away from my father, if I wanted to go away somewhere and build my life with Deacon, I had to simply get over it and push forward.
“It had to be done,” I said, trying not to look at the guard.
I couldn't think of him as Gerardo, not anymore. He was dead. He was gone. He was but a faceless stranger to me now. An enemy that stood in the way of my freedom. We'd done what had to be done.
Deacon and I continued down the stairs, and he looked ahead of us, searching for the threats that lay between us and the back door. When it was clear, he motioned for me to follow him down the hallway again. We walked quickly but quietly toward the ballroom and all remained silent. The further we got from the stairs – and the closer we got to the back door – had me feeling good about our chances of slipping out of this prison once more.
The big, heavy doors that led out the back were closed, which meant we couldn't see outside. And I knew from experience that they made a thunderous sound when someone pulled them open. Getting out meant we were going to make some noise. But we had no choice. If we wanted to earn our freedom, we were going to have to roll the dice.
Deacon looked at me, and I nodded, taking a deep breath. I was ready – gun in my hand and at the ready if needed. And judging by the set to his jaw and the look in his eye, he was as ready as I was.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled open the big, heavy doors. They squealed as mightily as I knew they would, making me wince.
But as soon as he had the doors open, and the cool night air was flowing past us, we found ourselves face-to-face with Tony and three other men. All of them Irish. All of them, his former brothers.
