“She’ll be out for a while,” Ava murmured, her eyes full of warmth. “She usually takes a nap a lot earlier, so I’m sure she was tired. I think she’s going to be spoiled by your family. Hud didn’t want to put her down.”
“Yeah, he’s always liked kids. She’s so beautiful,” Deacon murmured, his eyes lingering on the serene face of their daughter, framed by the soft glow of the afternoon light filtering through the curtains.
“Yes, she is,” Ava agreed, her voice filled with a quiet pride. She took his hand and led him to the living room where they sat on the sofa.
****
Deke leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes.
“Damn, I’m tired.”
“Me too.” Ava leaned her head against his shoulder.
“Do you still want to go to the diner later?”
“I’m too tired. I’m sorry.”
“Hell, don’t be sorry, sweetheart. I was hoping you didn’t want to.” He smirked. “I’m too damn tired.” He looked at her. “Maybe we should take a nap.”
Ava sat up and looked at him. “A nap, huh?”
Deke’s hand wrapped around Ava’s arm, his fingers digging into her soft skin as if he was claiming her, marking her as his. The air between them crackled with raw, unspoken hunger, and the moment they crossed the threshold into the bedroom, the world outside ceased to exist. He closed the door and felt her shiver. Deke turned to her; her eyes were dark with desire.
He didn’t waste a second. His lips crashed into hers like a storm, hot and demanding, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a possessive urgency that left her gasping. Ava’s hands clawed at hisback, pulling him closer, her nails scraping through the fabric of his shirt as if she could tear it away with sheer desperation. Deke’s mouth moved from her lips to her cheek, his breath hot and ragged against her skin, and then he was at her ear, his voice a low, gravelly growl.
“I want you so much, Ava,” he whispered, his teeth grazing the sensitive shell of her ear, and she whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. His hands were everywhere, cupping her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled her against him, letting her feel the hard, throbbing length of his cock straining against his jeans. Ava’s hips arched instinctively, grinding against him, making Deke groan.
He yanked her shirt over her head, tossing it aside like it was nothing, and his eyes raked over her bare skin like he was starving and she was the feast. His hands cupped her breasts, gently kneading them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard little peaks begging for his mouth.
His lips closed around one nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud until she was arching into him, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Deacon,” she moaned, her voice breaking as his teeth grazed her nipple, sending a sharp spike of pleasure through her. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same relentless attention, and he could feel her legs shaking. A sign of how much she wanted him.
His hands slid down her body, gripping her hips as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He looked up at her, and then he was pulling herjeans and panties down, letting them fall to the floor. His breath was hot against her, and her knees bulked when he leaned in, his tongue dragging a slow, torturous line up her slit.
She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue lapping at her clitoris like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He sucked on the swollen nub. Ava’s moans filled the room, loud and unrestrained, as Deke had her teetering on the edge of orgasm.
Ava whimpered, but he wasn’t done. He stood up, removed his clothes, rolled on a condom, then his hands gripped her ass as he lifted her, carrying her to the bed as if she weighed nothing. He placed her on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as his cock stood proud and thick.
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs, and Ava spread them wider, inviting him in. He guided himself closer, the head of his cock pressing against her slick slit, and then he was pushing inside, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained as he began to move, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that had her crying out his name. She raked her nails down his back, leaving angry red marks as she clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust.
The bed creaked beneath them, the sound drowned out by their moans and the sound of skin on skin.
“Now, baby, now,” Deke growled, his voice rough with need, and that was all it took. Herorgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, clenching around his cock as she cried out. He followed her over the edge, groaning as he came and buried his face in her neck, muffling his own moans of pleasure.
They collapsed together in a sweaty, tangled heap, their breathing ragged and hearts pounding. Deke pressed a kiss to her forehead, his arms wrapping around her in a possessive hold that said she was his, now and always.
****
Later, after a shower, Ava checked on Ellie with Deacon. He shifted his gaze from the sleeping child to Ava, then back to Ellie. “She looks like you,” he remarked. “Even though she has my coloring, her face has your features.”
“Everyone says that,” Ava replied with a soft smile, her eyes meeting his and holding his gaze.
Deacon’s eyes held a playful glint. “There’s no way you’re sleeping in the spare room. Ever,” he said, a touch of teasing lacing his words.
“I’m sleeping with you. How can we see if we can have a relationship if you make me sleep in the spare bedroom,” Ava said, her tone teasing.
