Just a Taste [Private Relations 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  “A couple of Chloe’s friends from work that I know, and this guy she’s been seeing. He’s kind of a jackass, but she seems to like him well enough.”

  Seeing a look flicker over Chris’s face, she raised an eyebrow. Interesting, she thought. It seems that Chris likes Deacon’s little sister. Idly, she wondered if Deacon had any idea.

  Within the next thirty minutes, everyone had showed up, including Chloe. She seemed genuinely pleased to see Sara, so it felt a little less like she had crashed her birthday party.

  They all sat down to dinner, which ended up being pretty amazing. Deacon had made the pork chop recipe, creamed spinach, and a fresh garden salad.

  Dessert was the pièce de résistance. With Sara’s help, he’d made chocolate pot de crème garnished with fresh raspberry, mint, and homemade whipped cream.

  Chloe kept thanking Sara profusely. She told her no less than ten times that Deacon had done most of the work. Finally believing her, Chloe had given Deacon a hug and declared him the best big brother of all time.

  After Chloe had opened her gifts, Sara went into the kitchen to start some coffee. Chloe’s date was really starting to annoy her. Deacon got up, following her into the kitchen to help. Before the door to the kitchen could swing closed, he had her pressed up against the refrigerator, his mouth devouring hers.

  A moment later, Chris laughed and said, “Sorry to interrupt your coffee making, but I’m going to head out. Thanks for the excellent dinner. I’m sure I’ll see you both soon.”

  Sara was a little embarrassed but she laughed at his use of air quotes when he spoke about the coffee they had been making.

  Deacon said, “You’re sure?”

  Chris grimaced and said, “I’ve got a little bit of a headache. I’ve had it all day.”

  Sara gave him a sympathetic glance and said, “Hope you feel better. It was nice to see you.”

  Letting Deacon walk Chris out, she actually made the coffee. Chloe walked into the kitchen and said, “Sorry. I wanted to sneak a second to talk to you?”

  Blinking, Sara said, “Sure. What’s up?”

  Chloe said, “Thanks for helping Deacon with dinner. I doubt he’d have pulled it off without your help. He’s not terrible in the kitchen, but…everything was great.”

  Smiling, Sara said, “Oh. It’s no problem. I thought it was a really sweet idea. I’m glad I could help.”

  Chloe looked at her seriously for a moment and said, “He really likes you, ya know. Please don’t hurt him.”

  Blinking again, not really sure what to say, Sara was grateful when Deacon came back into the kitchen.

  Looking at them, he asked, “What’s up?”

  “Girl talk,” Sara said, waving her hand dismissively.

  Deacon looked skeptically at her, apparently not convinced, but didn’t say anything.

  Grabbing a couple of the cups of coffee, he took them out into the living room. Grabbing two of the remaining cups, the sugar and the cream, Sara and Chloe followed.

  Within the next hour, the party broke up, Chloe and her date being the last to leave. As soon as he shut the door, he said, “So, what were you and Chloe really talking about in the kitchen? You’re a horrible liar, Sara.”

  Grimacing, she said, “I think I was being warned not to hurt you, but you interrupted.”

  Shaking his head, he said, “Sorry about that. She means well.”

  Nodding, Sara said, “I get it. It’s fine. By the way, did you realize Chris likes your sister?”

  Deacon looked at her a moment and said, “Every once in a while I’ve gotten that impression but I thought I was imagining it. You think so?”

  “Yeah. His face when you mentioned Chloe was bringing a date? I felt bad for the guy.”

  “I totally missed that. Don’t know how I feel about the idea.”

  “I don’t think she has a clue. I kinda feel sorry for him.”

  Shrugging, he said, “Me too, but I don’t wanna think about that right now. Come here.”

  Crooking his finger, he gave her a heated stare.

  Sara stepped toward him, placing her hands on his shoulders. Pressing her body against his, she asked, “What do you want to think about right now?”

  Running his hands down her back, he pressed his groin into her belly and said, “Getting you out of this dress. The same thing I’ve been thinking about since I first saw you in it.”

  Bending his head down, he captured her mouth with his. Parting her lips, she felt his tongue sweep into her mouth. Sliding her hands into his hair she started to stroke his tongue with her own.

  Sara moaned in the back of her throat, enjoying the sensation. Breaking the kiss, Deacon took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. He stood facing her, his hands on her bare shoulders. He leaned down, nipping at her lips again.

  Sara angled her head, pulling him back into a deeper kiss, her hands impatiently roaming over the muscles of his back. Sensing her urgency, he groaned, then moved his lips down her jaw in a series of openmouthed kisses.

  When she moved her hands up to unbutton the top button of his shirt, he pulled back, stilling her hands.

  Looking at her, his eyes were heavy lidded with arousal.

  He said, “I wanted to take my time.”

  Shaking her head, Sara said, “Next time. I need you now. It’s been too long.”

  Appraising her face for a moment, and apparently seeing the wisdom in her words, his mouth slammed down on hers. Attacking her mouth with his, she felt his arms wrap around her, his hand searching for her zipper and dragging it down. Scooting back, she brought her hands up to his dress shirt again and began to undo the buttons.

  Feeling the cool air on the skin of her back that the open zipper had exposed, she momentarily stopped unbuttoning and slid her arms out of the thin straps. Letting the dress slide down her body, she stepped out of it.

  Pulling his head back, his eyes flared with desire at the sight of her standing there in her strapless lace bra and matching panties. Roughly pulling her to him, his fingers bit into her hips as he ground his arousal into her belly.

  Hearing her breathy moan, he moved his hands up to help her take off his shirt, then fumbled with his belt. Sliding his pants down, he reached behind her to unsnap her bra, then leaned forward to feast on her breasts. Taking one swollen peak into his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue, drawing it deeply into his mouth.

  Sara cried out at the sensation, then moved her hand down between them, massaging his now-throbbing erection through his boxers. Moving to her other breast now, he repeated the same action.

  Pulling his cock out of his boxers, she began to firmly stroke him, while he continued to graze his teeth gently against her distended nipple. Finally not able to take anymore, he moved her hand, then gruffly told her to lie on the bed on her stomach.

  Grabbing a condom out of the nightstand, he slid his boxers down, then rolled on the condom. Sara could feel his weight as he moved behind her. He stuck two fingers into her wet channel, moving the damp crotch of her panties out of the way.

  Sara shamelessly rocked back against his hand, moaning his name.

  He groaned then curled his fingers, stroking her G-spot for a few moments more.

  Then pulling her panties roughly to the side again, he removed his fingers then thrust into her until he bottomed out. They both moaned at the sensation. Grabbing her hips and adjusting her slightly, he began to thrust in and out of her pussy at a rapid pace.

  She started panting, almost immediately feeling an orgasm begin to build. Feeling herself start to tighten around him, she moaned, “Oh god. Just like that. Fuck. I’m coming, Deacon.”

  Pounding against her now, Deacon continued to groan with each stroke.

  “Fuck, Sara. I love it when you come on my cock. Did you miss this when I was gone?”

  Panting, Sara wasn’t able to formulate thoughts any longer so she just moaned out, “Yes. Deacon!”

  Continuing to thrust rapidly, her orgasm stretched out unt
il she was panting for air.

  Reaching forward, he rubbed his fingers against her clit through the crotch of her panties.

  Sara felt sparks run through her body as she felt the rough, foreign sensation against her clit. Immediately another orgasm started to build. Almost sobbing with pleasure now, her body tightened around his cock again.

  Panting his name, she said, “Oh god. Deacon.”

  “Sara. Fuck. Come for me again. Come for me. That’s it!”

  Hearing him groan her name, the orgasm that had been building inside her exploded. She felt Deacon slam his hips into her a few more times, curse, then collapse against her back for a moment.

  Leaning her forehead down directly on the bed now, she panted and said, “Jesus Christ, Deacon.”

  Mumbling, he pulled himself out of her then said, “Oh shit.”

  Turning her head back, Sara looked at him confused.

  He said, “The condom broke.”

  His eyes a little wide, he said, “Be right back.”

  Walking into the bathroom, he discarded the broken condom, washed his hands, then walked back into the bedroom.

  Sara had rolled over to look at him now, but didn’t say anything.

  He lay back down and said, without preamble, “I’ve not had sex without a condom since I was engaged. I’ve been tested and I’m disease free.”

  Nodding, Sara said, “Same here. And I’m clean, too.”

  Looking at her, he asked hopefully, “Please tell me you’re on the pill or something?”

  Sara looked away for a minute, knowing she was going to have to just say it now. This was the first time she’d ever had to explain this to a lover other than her ex-fiancé. She was afraid that this, though not important right this minute in their relationship, would somehow be a deal breaker for Deacon.

  Taking a deep breath, she forged ahead.

  “I’m not going to get pregnant. I can’t have children. I had cancer my freshman year of college and had to have a full hysterectomy.”

  Blinking, Deacon must have seen the pained look on her face because he said, “Shit. I’m sorry. Come here, honey,” and pulled her into his arms.

  Stroking her hair, he placed a kiss on the top of her head and just held her, neither of them speaking.

  After a few minutes, Sara pulled away from him and said, “Is it okay if I go take a shower? I need a minute.”

  Looking at her, his expression unreadable, he said, “Sure. There are towels in the linen closet. You okay?”

  Nodding, but not quite meeting his eyes, she said, “Yeah. Just need a minute.”

  Walking into the other room, she turned on the shower. Sliding out of her slightly stretched-out panties, her hands shook. Grabbing a towel while the water heated up, she opened the door and stepped into the stall. Leaning against the wall, she let the warm water cascade over her for a few minutes. She flinched slightly when she heard the shower door open, but didn’t move until she felt his strong arms wrap around her.

  Moving away from the wall, she turned around and laid her forehead on his chest. They stood there under the spray, him stroking his hand down her back, placing light kisses on top of her head every so often.

  After a few moments, she straightened and said, “Sorry that got a little weird. It bugs me, but…it is what it is, you know?”

  Deacon just watched her, like he didn’t know what to say.

  Trying to make the moment less awkward, she said, “But hey, I’m not gonna get pregnant!”

  Shaking his head, he said, “Don’t do that. Don’t trivialize it. Obviously it bothers you.”

  Leaning back, Deacon scrutinized her face for a moment and asked, “You’re sure you’re okay?”

  Nodding, she said, “Yeah. That’s the reason my ex left. He knew about it before, but decided he couldn’t handle it about three weeks before the wedding. Until he left, I never really felt like there was anything particularly wrong with me. Then, suddenly, it made me feel like I was damaged somehow.”

  Looking her steadily in the eye, he said, “He’s an ass hat.”

  The corners of Sara’s mouth twitched, and she nodded in agreement.

  Taking her chin in his hand, he looked into her eyes and said, “For the record, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

  Shaking her head, not really ready to delve into it, she broke eye contact. Leaning her forehead back against his chest, she gave a tiny shuddering sigh and tightened her arms around his waist.

  He just held her against him and placed small kisses on the top of her head.

  After a few minutes he softly said, “Sara, honey. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but I’m in love with you. I’m not going anywhere.”

  Sara stiffened for a moment, then looked up at him slowly, her eyes scanning his face for a moment, before she gave him a slow smile.

  Reaching up, she brushed her lips against his gently.

  Backing away, she cleared her throat. Her voice a little strained, and said, “I love you, too, and it scares the shit out of me.”

  Seeing the brief look of relief flash in his eyes, she felt joy bubble up inside her for a moment.

  Leaning down, he gave her a long, slow kiss.

  Feeling her body begin to respond to the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Mumbling against his lips, she said, “You know. We probably don’t need to keep using condoms in light of recent events.”

  Deacon smiled against her mouth and said, “You’ll hear no argument from me. I can’t wait to be inside you with nothing between us.”

  Sinking back into the kiss, they continued to stand under the spray, bodies pressed together until she felt Deacon’s arousal nudge her. Reaching down, she took him in her hand, stroking him. He groaned, then grabbed her waist, hoisting her up.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, grasping his slick shoulders. As he pressed her back against the shower wall, she hissed as she adjusted to the feel of the icy tiles.

  Leaning forward, he took her mouth with his again, he momentarily reached down, adjusting his erection until it grazed her opening. He slid into her slowly, both of them moaning into each other’s mouth with the sensation.

  Rocking his pelvis, he slid in and out of her slowly. Sara broke her mouth free and started to pant almost immediately, her nails digging into his shoulders. Enjoying the feel of his body pressed up against hers, she reveled in the feeling of his hard length inside her with no barrier.

  Voice gravelly, he choked out, “Sara. You’re so wet. Fuck, you’re incredible. I don’t know if I can last.”

  When he increased the pace of his thrusts, Sara moaned his name, feeling the familiar stirring.

  “Oh fuck. I love the way you fill me up. I love the way you feel inside me, against me.”

  Adjusting his arms, the angle of his thrust changed slightly. Now making direct contact with her clit on every upstroke, she began to shudder with release almost immediately.

  She clenched her internal muscles around him as he continued to thrust into her with total abandon now. Feeling his body tense up, she felt her own body respond to his impending orgasm again. She said, “Fuck, that feels so good. Come inside me.”

  Shouting her name like an oath, he came, rolling his hips against her a few more times as he savored the last of his release.

  Both of them panted wildly for a moment, then Deacon pulled out of her. Sara unwrapped her legs from his hips, and slid them to the ground.

  Even after taking a moment to steady herself, her legs were a bit wobbly. She looked up at him and said, “I love you,” as she pressed sloppy kisses to the part of his chest that was in her immediate reach.

  Moving his arms, he tilted her chin up and said, “I love you, too,” as he pressed a long, slow kiss to her lips.

  After a moment Sara realized she was shivering and said, “Holy crap. This water is freezing!”

  Deacon quickly turned the water off, then grabbed a fluffy towel and wrapped it around her, rubbing her arms. Once she had
stopped shaking, he grabbed his own towel and dried himself off.

  When they were dry and marginally warmer, they slid under the covers and lay in bed, snuggled together.

  Laughing, Sara said, “If this is going to be what it’s like when you come back from a work trip, I think I could get used to this.”

  Smirking, he said, “I think this was a little more eventful than you could normally expect.”

  Pausing, he said, “I did, however, bring you a present.”

  The light now back in her eyes, she giggled and gestured to the bathroom, asking, “That wasn’t it?”

  “That’s not a present. You can have that anytime you want, babe.”

  Sara grinned.

  “Noted. So what did you get me?” she asked, curiously.

  “Well one of the guys from Albany was into the wine scene there. Apparently the Hudson Valley has a lot of wineries.”

  Shrugging he continued. “Anyway, we went to lunch at one of them and they had a gift shop that had wines and a bunch of specialty vinegar. I picked up a pomegranate raspberry and some other kind of fruit balsamic. I was thinking about the salad dressing you made the other night.”

  He trailed off now, uncertain.

  Pleasure bloomed in Sara’s eyes and she gave him a slow, lingering kiss then said, “Thank you for thinking of me. That was really nice of you.”

  Snorting, he said, “I did nothing but think of you the whole time I was gone.”

  “Same here. Elle kept making fun of me for being all mopey.”

  Stroking his hand down her spine, he said, “I’m really glad you didn’t leave me hanging there, earlier. That would’ve been kind of embarrassing.”

  Snuggling into his side, she said, “Yeah. That would’ve been pretty awkward. Good thing for you, you’re highly lovable.”

  Placing a kiss on the patch of skin closest to her mouth, she closed her eyes and let her mind drift as he stroked her hair.

  Waking up a few hours later, Sara had a headache and a crick in her neck. Going in search of some headache medicine, she found some in the medicine cabinet of the master bath. After grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen, she downed the aspirin she found.