Apartment 4B

Chapter 33 - Deacon

She’s just looking up at me and I know I should try and speak, but I’m so lost in just gazing at her. The story I had been dreading telling her, terrified about opening up that much, just left me in ease. The pain that use to run with it, completely gone while I looked at her.

What I want is standing right fucking in front of me, dressed as a cowgirl, her blonde hair coming up to tickle my face I drop my head down to hers.

She is everything I have ever needed.

She’s powerful enough to break me, soft enough to cleanse me, and deep enough to save me. She’s honest, and unapologetically herself. She’s the kind of person who can find the sun in the darkest rainstorm, before cracking a joke about how the rain makes her boobs even perkier.

A once in a lifetime woman.

My head ducks lower, slowing myself down and giving her the opportunity to move away if she wants to.

As usual I don’t know what’s swirling around in her mind, but her eyes are bright and still on me, so I’m fucking taking that as a good sign.

Her hands let me go, before one runs up and grips my shirt roughly, dragging me into her as she rams her lips into mine. It’s rougher than usual, and my hands instantly move to wrap back around her as I push hard, half bending her backwards with the force. I’m completely lost in the kiss, loosing track of time, the people moving around us. The only thing I can feel is her. Her body in against mine, her hands threading through my hair to hold me somehow tighter on her lips, and the feel of her soft skin as I grip into it. She groans into me, and I almost loose it, more than desperate to have her now. I stand her up as I pull back, because frankly I need oxygen, and if she keeps being against me like that I’m going to take her on the damn sidewalk. Give the strangers one hell of a show.

“Ooh, damnnn... That’s one hot kiss, bloody hell... Jesus, that’s even fired me up..”

Brooke’s eyes roll as she giggles, before letting me go long enough to stick her finger up in the direction Penny’s standing in. I barely even notice them, and keep my eyes on Brooke’s.

“.. You can wave that finger all you want at me, we were just checking to see if you were ok. Although, if you want a private moment, I’d suggest the alley way as the bathrooms are kinda cramped in there.. What, Ty?”

My forehead leans into her as I laugh, watching her smile grow wider the longer she looks at me, and once more ignoring Penny while she mutters away to Ty. The warm shine in her eyes changes as the wicked comes up, just before she brings that corner of her lip into bite. Her voice has more of a purr to it, immediately having my full attention, and sending my mouth dry at the same time.

“You know I really think we should take her suggestion there.. I mean, it is my birthday, after all..”

Fairly tempted, I begin to nod when I hear a throat being cleared and laugh my ass off. My head swings up as I drop one of my arms around her, before tugging her in closer with the other.

Already knowing exactly who that would be....

He’s eyeing me up, before a twitch of a grin starts to spread, as he catches Brooke glaring at him.

“.. You know for your school of thought on that, Dom, you can crash with Penny tonight... As once I’m home, and within my own walls, I’m fucking the shit out of Deacon. So much so, I may need to sterile the apartment after.”

His head falls back to laugh, as my own whips to her.

Oh hell, fucking, yes!..

“Ah, been there, and have a cleaner that I can suggest if needed.. Well, shit then. I guess I’m homeless... So what do you say Pen, you have enough room in that big old bed for me tonight?”