Charming Fiona

by Jessica Prince

  “Deacon,” I breathed, drawing his lips back to mine. I had no clue how long the kiss lasted. All I knew was that I’d die if he stopped.

  “You’re unsure of this, baby, you need to stop me now, because once we start there’s no going back.”

  “Oh God,” I groaned, throwing my head back as Deacon’s fingers found my rock-hard nipple beneath my top and began toying with it. “Don’t stop. Please, God, don’t stop.”

  That was all it took for him to snap completely. His hands on my ass, I was lifted off the floor and deposited on the edge of the pool table faster than I could suck in my next breath. Even through the denim of his jeans and mine, I could feel how hard he was, how big he was, and I wanted that. God, I wanted that.

  Deacon’s mouth was fused to mine as he rocked his hips against me, his thick erection rubbing against my most sensitive parts, causing shivers to rack my body.

  “Need you,” I mumbled into his mouth as I bit, and nipped, and licked, and kissed. “Deacon, please. I need you.”

  The man was a miracle worker. He somehow managed to get me out of my jeans and panties without breaking the kiss.

  His words poured into my mouth as he asked, “You on the pill?” I was so delirious with desire that I barely registered the sound of his zipper coming down, or what that meant. My brain was focused on one singular goal: getting him inside me.

  I couldn’t fucking wait.

  “Yes, yes. I’m covered. Please, now.”

  Then he was inside me.

  Chapter Nine

  Deacon

  Fiona’s head fell back on a sharp, keening cry as I buried my cock to the hilt.

  Fuck me. God, I couldn’t recall ever having a woman so tight, so goddamned wet and ready for me. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the moment I sank into her warm, perfect pussy it was the closest I’d ever come to Heaven on Earth.

  All that gorgeous, thick red hair tumbling around her shoulders and down her back was too tempting to ignore. Wrapping the heavy length around my fist, I pulled her head back up so I could look into Fiona’s eyes as I fucked her. Pulling out slowly, I reveled in the sounds of her husky moan before thrusting back in.

  “Open your eyes,” I demanded, driving back into her. Her eyelids fluttered open as I moved. Her walls grip my cock like a goddamn glove as I powered in and out. Christ, it was sheer perfection the way she stretched and fit around me.

  Fiona’s beautiful eyes were dark with lust as she gazed into mine. Her lips were red and swollen from our kisses, and there was no missing the faint whisker burn along her jaw and neck from the stubble that coated my cheeks and chin.

  I growled at the sight of it, feeling a primal need to mark her as mine in any way possible.

  Her nails clawed at my shoulders and back as she fought to hold on, rolling her hips in time with mine. It was then that I realized my mistake. I shouldn’t have done this here. I should’ve taken her back to my house so I could have her in my bed, all that hair spread out on my pillows, her scent coating my sheets. I should’ve waited so I had time to strip her completely naked and worship every inch of her creamy, soft skin.

  “Harder,” she panted, trailing her hands down my back to my ass. She dug her fingertips into my skin. “Deeper, Deacon. I need more.”

  She wasn’t the only one. Now that I knew what it was like to be inside her, there was no way I’d ever be able to let her go. No fucking way in hell.

  I pulled completely out, unable to mask my grin when she cried out a panicked “No!”

  “Don’t worry, baby,” I gritted, yanking her off the table and spinning her around so her back was to my chest. “I’ll give you what you need.”

  Then, with a hand between her shoulder blades, I pressed her chest down onto the soft felt of the pool table as I used a foot to kick her legs wider apart. Once I had her exactly where I wanted her, I drove back in, going deeper, so much fucking deeper.

  “Yes!” Fiona shouted as she arched her back and tipped her ass up. “Just like that, baby.”

  When she looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes hooded and glassy, I nearly lost it. She pushed up, using her forearms on the table as leverage to drive herself back on my dick. Her gaze spoke the words she didn’t need to say, demanding more, harder, faster.

  She wasn’t just taking what I gave. Oh no, not Fee. She participated in every goddamned second. Whereas some women were happy to lay there and let me do all the work—not that I ever cared as long as I was getting off—Fiona surprised the shit out of me by meeting me every step of the way.

  “Who knew my Fee could go so wild,” I grunted, holding on to her hips as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the otherwise quiet bar.

  My words caused her pussy to clamp even tighter as she cried out, getting closer to that euphoric edge.

  I couldn’t get enough of her. No matter where I touched or kissed, no matter how deep I went, it wasn’t enough. I fisted her hair and pulled her up straight, twisting her face so I could reach her mouth as my hips slammed against her. She instantly parted her lips, eager for my tongue. Fiona moaned down my throat at the same time one of her hands disappeared between her legs.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, thrusting her ass back into me as her fingers toyed with her clit.

  I broke the kiss and rested my chin on her shoulder to get a better look at the show she was putting on for me. “Jesus Christ, baby. You’re fucking killing me.” I was losing my goddamn mind. My control snapped, and I took her even harder, ramming my cock so deep I was afraid we’d both have bruises the next day. But damn if I could stop. I grunted with every thrust as tingles started at the base of my spine.

  “I’m close. Deac, God. So close.”

  Batting her hand out of the way, I took over, rubbing quick, tight circles around that tiny bundle of nerves as my hips bucked almost violently against her lush ass.

  I was about to lose it. Fortunately, she was already there. With a cry so loud it echoed off the exposed brick walls, her pussy locked down on my dick like a vice. I felt each pulse, each contraction as her release rolled through her. I dragged it out as long as I possibly could before burying myself balls deep, dropping my forehead to her shoulder, and grunting low and long as I emptied myself inside her.

  We both collapsed onto the pool table, sucking much-needed air into our lungs. After what felt like an eternity, I finally put my hands to the table and started pushing up. But Fiona’s fingers wrapped around my wrists to stop me at the same time a rough sound dragged from the back of her throat.

  “Just a second longer,” she whispered.

  I brushed the hair from her neck with my nose and planted a kiss against her skin, breathing in her scent. “I’m crushing you, baby.”

  “Mmm,” she hummed contentedly, a dreamy smile tipping her lips as she twisted her neck and looked at me. “I like it though. You’re so big and warm. I could fall asleep just like this.”

  I leaned in, giving her even more of my weight in an attempt to kiss that sinful mouth, when a voice suddenly broke through pleasant fog that surrounded us.

  “Wow. Really, Deacon?”

  Fiona

  Oh God. Oh shit. Oh fuck!

  What had I done? How could I have forgotten? He had a girlfriend, for Christ’s sake! And I’d just had sex with him!

  I was a slut. No! I was worse than a slut. I was a homewrecker. There was a special place in Hell for women like me.

  I shot up so fast the back of my head nearly collided with Deacon’s chin.

  “What the fuck, Leah?” he growled near my ear, one of his arms going around my waist and holding tight as a steel band. “What are you doing here?”

  Leah’s gaze sliced through me, and I imagined she was currently wishing she had the mental capacity to melt my skin off. “I swung by to drop off your keys.”

  “At two in the goddamn morning?” Deacon asked, sounding bewilderingly put out by the sudden appearance of his girlfriend.

  I pushed against his ar
m, wanting—no, needing to escape. The problem was the table was the only thing blocking my lower half from Leah’s view. The other problem was the fact that Deacon was still inside me! I wanted to die.

  “I was out with friends,” she stated, like it was no big deal. “I saw the lights still on and figured now was as good a time as any.”

  Menace dripped from his words as he spoke, making me struggle against his arm even harder. “Well you thought wrong.”

  “Yeah, no shit,” she snapped. “You’re un-fucking-believable.”

  Deacon finally pulled out, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound at the sensation of his still hard cock rubbing against my overly sensitive walls. Still holding onto my waist, he bent us both to the side, tagged my jeans and panties from the floor, and pulled us both to standing. “Get dressed, baby,” he whispered in my ear before turning back to Leah. “Now really isn’t a good time, Leah. Can we do this later? Maybe in private?”

  Re-dressing the lower half of my body when Deacon refused to release his grip on me was a lot harder than I imagined, but I somehow managed to do it. I wasn’t sure where my shoes were, but I wisely decided I didn’t care. Who needed them? I’d buy another pair. I just needed to get the hell out of there. Bare feet be damned.

  “So much for nothing ever happening between you and Fiona. Looks to me like something pretty freaking big just happened!”

  Now fully clothed, I resumed my fight against Deacon’s arm, growing more and more frantic with each passing second.

  “Leah, Christ!” he hissed. “Can we not fucking do this right now?”

  “Deacon, let me go,” I said in a hushed voice that he pretty much ignored.

  “Tell you what, Deac. We don’t have to do this now. As far as I’m concerned, we don’t have to do this ever.” She lifted her arms, and I noticed for the first time that a key ring dangled from her fingers. Leah made quick work of pulling a key off and threw it onto the floor before spinning on her heels and storming out through the back door, the same way she apparently entered—not that Deacon or I were in the mindset to have noticed at the time.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed as my body began to quake. “Let me go.”

  “Fiona, baby, calm down and listen to me.”

  I finally succeeded in breaking his hold and stepped sideways, out from between him and the pool table. With Leah no longer there to witness, I took the time to locate my shoes and moved to put the table between Deacon and me. “I can’t believe I did that,” I whispered as I slipped one bootie on. “That was… I’m such a….” I stopped working my foot into the second shoe, my eyes going right to Deacon. “I can’t believe I did that!” I cried, throwing my arms wide. “Oh God. Deacon, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,”

  To hide the fact that tears were welling in my eyes, I quickly went back to work on my second bootie, barely managing to get the zipper up on the side and stand tall before he made it to me. I noticed then that he’d taken the time to stuff himself back into his pants, and zip up the fly, but the button was still undone, and his belt was hanging from his hips. It was a really fucking good look on him. But I let myself couldn’t go there right then.

  “Stop,” I commanded, lifting my hand.

  He thankfully did as I asked, but he didn’t do it quietly. “Fee, if you’d just take a breath and let me explain—”

  “What’s to explain?” I asked on a hysterical shout. “I just had sex with another woman’s boyfriend! All because I was so consumed with what I wanted that I totally forgot she existed! Who does that?”

  “Baby, it’s not what you think—”

  I headed to the bar and snatched up my purse, spinning around to face him once more as I hooked the strap on my shoulder. “Really? Because what I think is that I just fucked up… again! Every time I get you back, I do something to screw with your life. No matter how hard I try not to hurt you, it seems like that’s all I do!”

  “That’s not what that was,” he insisted, taking several steps in my direction.

  I quickly scurried backward toward the door. “Christ, Deacon, I just turned you into a cheater! That’s exactly what that was.”

  I felt the cool metal of the door handle hit my back and blindly reached behind me for the deadbolt Deacon had turned before we started our pool game.

  “Don’t you walk out that door, Fiona,” he warned in a voice like granite. “Goddamn it, you need to stop freaking the fuck out and listen to me.”

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered just as two fat tears broke free and slipped down my cheeks. “I never meant for this to happen, and I’m so sorry. I never should have put you in this position. Talk to Leah. Tell her it was all my fault. I’ll take the blame, Deacon. Just put it all on me.”

  With that, I spun around, jerked the door open, and bolted.

  Chapter Ten

  Fiona

  Seventeen years old

  I slammed my locker door shut and turned in the direction of my next class just as a long, muscled arm looped around my shoulders and pulled so my back crashed into a hard chest with an oof.

  “Jeez, Deac. I’m not a rag doll,” I grumbled as he shifted me to his side, arm still securely in place, and resumed walking. He always did that. Whenever he was near, he made sure to bring me close. It was sweet in an overly protective big brother kind of way, like he kept me within arm’s reach to make sure he could intervene if trouble ever struck. It never did, of course, but it was just Deacon’s way, had been all our lives. I’d gotten used to it, Deacon’s behavior becoming second nature to me, but through the years I’d had a couple boyfriends who were less than thrilled with my best friend’s touchy-feely nature.

  Those relationships never lasted long. Other than my parents, Deacon was the single most important person in my life, my constant. Whenever a boy put his foot down, demanding him or me, I kicked them to the curb, informing them it would be Deacon. It would always be Deacon.

  He looked down at me, the playful twinkle lighting his chocolaty eyes a contradiction to his fake innocent expression. “Can’t a guy be affectionate with his BFF?”

  “Oh yeah,” I said sarcastically. “Because Bryan just loves it when you’re affectionate.” I was only teasing about my boyfriend Bryan having an issue with Deacon’s and my friendship, but the way Deacon’s head shot forward and his jaw hardened at the mention of it told me he didn’t see the humor in my joke.

  “Yeah, well Bryan can fuck off,” he said with a low, menacing grunt.

  I bumped my shoulder against his ribs to get his attention. When his eyes finally came back to me, I gave him a bright, beaming smile. “Lighten up, I was only joking. You know Bryan doesn’t care. He gets that we’re just friends.”

  He gave me his profile once more, and a grumbled “Freaking great.”

  His sudden mood changes was slowly starting to become second nature, but that didn’t mean I liked it, or tolerated it. He’d been touchy about Bryan since we started dating at the beginning of our senior year. I always figured it was because Bryan was kind of a jerk the year before when Deacon made captain of the football team over him. Whatever the reason for Deacon and Bryan’s animosity toward each other, I refused to be put in the middle of it.

  Deciding a subject change was the way to go, I asked, “So have you decided who you’re going to ask to prom?”

  We were only a couple weeks away from the big night, and then graduation was just around the corner. After that it was on to college and the beginning of the rest of our lives. I couldn’t freaking wait. I might have been nervous about what the future held if it hadn’t been for Deacon and me deciding to attend the same college. At least with him at my back, I knew I had nothing to worry about.

  A groan emitted from deep within his chest as he looked up at the ceiling of the hallway we were walking through. “Not this again. Jeez, Fee. I told you I don’t even want to go.”

  He had. Multiple times. But I didn’t care. “You have to go,” I declared. “It’s a teenager’s ri
te of passage! And who knows, maybe you’ll even have fun.” I let out a mock surprised gasp. “Wouldn’t that be something: Deacon Lockhart, the broody bad boy, having fun at his senior prom?”

  I giggled as he skewered me with a look. “Broody bad boy?” he asked incredulously. “No one talks like that. You been sneaking your mom’s romance novels again?”

  I smacked his arm. He knew me so well.

  “You know, you could’ve saved me the hassle of having to find a date by just going with me, but nooo. You have to ditch me for your preppy boyfriend.”

  If I was being honest, I would’ve much rather gone to something as important as prom with Deacon. If Bryan hadn’t acted so excited about us going together, I totally would’ve bailed on him.

  “Oh please,” I scoffed. “Like you’d have a problem finding a date. All you have to do is crook your finger at one of your many admirers and they’d come crawling.”

  And wasn’t that the damn truth. Deacon certainly wasn’t lacking for female attention. He was tall and muscular, with a body that was cut and toned from years of playing any sport that held his interest. He dominated football and basketball. He was even part of a hockey league during the winters. He excelled at whatever he put his mind to, but it wasn’t just that. It was the fact that he did all of that and still acted like he didn’t give a damn whether people thought he was good or not that made him so intriguing to the other girls in our school.

  I totally got the appeal. There was a mystery attached to Deacon Lockhart, and I was the only one who really and truly knew him. The knowledge that he’d kept everyone else at a distance, only allowing me into the inner sanctum, made me giddy. It was like being part of a secret club.

  He didn’t bother with a reply, so I pushed. “Please, Deac. Will you just ask someone? I don’t want to go if you aren’t there.”