Apartment 4B

Chapter 13 - Brooke

I wake up facing the man who made me.... Well, I actually lost count the number of times I came last night, before we eventually crashed out... He looks so adorable lying next to me, his face relaxed, his muscled arm still snuggly around me. I'm trying my best to ignore the fact he held me all night, his arm firmly around me in some way or another. Which really is quite an effort.

I mean, I'm a sprawled sleeper...

My eyes trace the line of beard shaping his jaw. Running up the outskirt edges of his face, before blending into his hair line, and I'm about to reach over to run my hand along it when he begins to stir. His eyes start to flutter, slowly opening and a wide smile shines on his face, lighting him up completely. Damn him, and looking that epically hot this early in the flipping morning... Deacon's voice is still full and heavy with sleep, as he smiles warmly at me.

"Planning an escape already, are we?"

Weirdly, not even in the slightest.

"I may be mildly thinking of it."

He chuckles as he grips me tighter, and shuffles himself closer still, his body coming to nudge mine. However hard I try, it's not enough to suppress the light groan that leaves me, the second Deacon leans over to trail his mouth along my collarbone. His voice is a little more gravelly, heated, and rougher as he breathes out the words lightly in my ear.

"And here I was thinking there might be some more fun this morning.. or have I worn you out already?"

I'm not sure what I expected this morning, but I know this wasn't it.

I'm paranoid as buggary that it was gonna be weird, uncomfortable, and awkward after... well, everything we did to each other last night. I mean I enjoyed every.. damn... nanosecond of it, but we did have a lot to drink, and maybe some of that wasn't entirely all him... However looking at him right now, he's got that same glint in his eyes that he had before he attacked me last night, and maybe I'm wrong.....

or maybe I'm thinking too much...

Ok, plan Z.

Let's just wait, and see if he even mentions it... or if this changes anything between us...

"I wouldn't say I'm worn out, but perhaps we can leave my nether regions alone just for this morning, and focus more on yours."

As if it knows I'm referring to it, it twitches against me, shifting to start hardening up at my words and the implied meaning. His eyebrows fly up, and I think why not, as I push him to roll over onto his back. Following him, I round my leg to his other side, sliding it over him to seat myself on top. My mouth is on his, and I reach down to grip him with my hand, before sliding it up and down. He groans into my mouth, his hand coming up to round the side of my neck firmly. Sliding one knee back first, I grin wickedly as I pull away from him, and make to move under the covers. He's damn quick as his other arm grabs me, holding to pull me flush against him.

"You know, you don't have to do this, Brooke."

The corner of my lip comes into bite on purpose, watching as his eyes flick down in a flash, and I giggle at that laser reaction.

"While I think other appendages of yours don't quite agree with you... I do know this, and I completely want to..."

And with that I move, making his sudden stunned expression work in my favour.

The sheets are shoved aside before I reach him, and my eyes stay on his while I fully take him in. His deep growl fills the room, as I flick my tongue around the tip, before heading down once again. I take my time, rolling my tongue, hollowing my cheeks out to create more pressure, and bringing my hand to follow my mouth as I run up and down him. His hands round my face, scooping up my fallen hair and wrapping it around his hand. He doesn't move my head at all like I kinda expected him to, and my eyes slide to find his.

He's watching every move I make.

This throat bobbing away slowly while I lean down to take him in, before his lips part as I twist my wrist, and slide back up. He watches me work, his eyes fixed on mine, and everything I'm doing. It's hard not to get damn worked up myself while watching him, but it's also a lot harder to get myself to look away from that stare.

Deacon's body begins to tense up around me as his breathing starts to pick up, and I grin wickedly around him, earning another deep primal groan. He basically grunts it out, his hand tightening in my hair while the other grabs roughly at the sheets, and I mentally high five myself that I can make him feel this way.

Hell, the magic he performed on my own regions last night was incredible, so it's kind of nice I can return the favour...

My eyes stay on him while I move, watching and feeling him climb higher, and higher. Deacon's breathing becomes staggered, his hand flexing in my hair before he completely lets himself go, deeply grunting out my name.

"Fucking hell, Brooke.."

I'm grinning like an idiot, damn proud of my efforts as I climb back up him, and flop down on the bed beside him. He's out of breath, panting away, a goof grin of his own on his face.

".. Fucking hell.. Where the.. Where the fuck have you been all my life, seriously.. Jesus, hell, that was... Fuck, I can't even form sentences right now."

The moment I giggle, out of breath or not, he rounds on me and half flattens me to the bed. His smile is wide as his hand trails up to brush my cheek lightly, before he leans in. His lips brushing mine with the softest kiss I have ever felt. It's gentle, light, and almost resembling loving.

The confusion, the wondering, the not knowing... That's tomorrow Brooke's problems.

Today, I am just going to enjoy this... and hell am I what..

     

His head tilts while he tracks me emerging from the bathroom all shiny, and very well cleaned after his efforts in there.

"Stop eyeing me like that, I booted your ass out of there for a reason."

Deacon's hands come up either side of him as he not only stays watching me, but makes himself comfy on the edge of the bed, half chuckling to himself under his breath.

"I still maintain, and insist, that you needed assistance cleaning that particular spot. The struggle was very clear from where I was standing."

My eyebrow may raise, but I'm struggling to contain a smile of my own. This morning has just been way too much fun. Even if parts of me are beginning to get their white flag ready to wave, I'm just as keen as he is...

Well, I guess if he's going to observe... I may as well make a show of it..

Letting go of the towel, I dangle it with one hand before letting it fall completely. Messing with me or not, Deacon instantly straightens up, his back becoming ridiculously ridged while his eyes hone in. My body lengthens as I stretch it out, while I bend and slide on the essentials, completely laughing my ass off inside the moment his throat struggles to clear itself. I'm half dressed, and make the mistake of loosing sight of him while I'm buttoning my jeans, as I turn to search for my shirt. He's hard against me, his hands coming to cup my chest, and I let my head fall back on his shoulder behind me.

"As good as that feels, can I play the rain check card?... The mind is willing, but the body is well, and utterly, depleted."

His breath fans out over my skin on the crook of my neck as he buries his face there for a moment, his beard grazing me lightly, and making my skin tingle. I'm tempted to take my words back as I feel him drag his jaw across my skin once more, while he slides his hands slowly down and away from me.

"You get a pass for now, but I intend to claim it.."

I'm fairly sure he's already well, and truly claimed my body already, not leaving much of it undiscovered...

Thinking on that, I spin to run my hand down his bare chest, feeling every muscle embedded there. Leaning into him completely, I slowly raise my eyes to his, blinking at him with the innocence I seriously don't have. Deacon's throat bobs heavily, and he drops his head back to stare at the ceiling, before coming back to me.

".. Fuck, we need to get the hell out of here, before I can't keep my word."