The Perfection of Love (16 page)

“Of course I did.  What a stupid question.  Remember we spoke on the phone and you were flapping about someone in your office which you never do.  I figured he was either an annoying asshole and you needed a distraction or me to help you escape, or he was someone who was bringing you out of your boring comfort zone and this I needed to see for myself.  Turns out I was right.”

Mara who had been glaring at Lana all evening and hadn’t said much finally let rip.  “Did it ever occur to you to keep your crazy out of our lives and keep it to yourself?  Some of us don’t appreciate your antics Lana.  They just fuck everything up.  Next time you get the brilliant idea to mess with someone’s love life, here’s a thought.  Don’t act on it.  That little bubble of genius that you think you’ve created.  Put a pin in it, pop it and watch it blow away.”  Come to think of it Mara looked just as rattled as she did at Ma’s birthday meal.  Curiosity was beginning to itch as to what stunt Lana had pulled with her.  By the looks of things I ought to be thankful that Lana hadn’t focused her attentions too hard on me and that Deacon was as perfect as he was.  Apart from a rumor I’d heard about Mara sleeping with Patrick Coulson in her final year, I knew absolutely nothing about her love life.  Tara might know but she was the confidante out of the four of us so she definitely wouldn’t tell.  Regardless of whether it was true or not what I do know is that less than a day after I heard the rumor Patrick was missing a tooth and sporting a black eye.  We didn’t need an older brother around with Mara for a sister.

We continued eating and caught up on the general of what was happening in everyone’s lives.  Joe made sure he finished off what was left of the chinese food and then got up, putting his jacket on.

Mills clocked his motions first.  “Where are you off to so early?   We’ve still got our film to watch and drinkies.”

“Sorry hun, I’ve got a date.” He winked at her.  “I’ll be back late so don’t put the bolt on but make sure you double lock.  Dana, remember I’ve got Jakey from Friday for the weekend.  He kissed, Saz,  Mills and I on the top of our heads made the crucifix sign at Lana who rewarded him with the bird, said his goodbyes and left.

Mills looked towards the door for a few seconds and then looked into her lap.  Mills and Joe had lived with different foster parents for most of their lives.  They didn’t know their dad and their mum had simply dropped them off at a family members house one night and not been seen since.  As far as both Mills and Joe had known she wasn’t an alcoholic or a drug taker so her actions made no sense whatsoever.  Joe never really spoke about it but it was clear that Mills thought about it often and it still affected her.  Things were not made better as they grew up.  Mills was so beautiful so she always attracted unwanted attention whether it was from boys at school or from a foster brother or even foster dad.  From the bits she had told   Saz and I, Joe had always been there in time to stop anything bad from happening.  Not long after Joe turned eighteen he moved out and Mills went with him.  Their foster parents at the time were a nice couple and supported the decision and gave them all the support that they both needed.  She was still glued to her brother’s hip and what she was really worried about was if Joe met someone and moved out of their house that they shared.  She was scared to be alone.  Joe had always been her protector.  Part of me thought that it might be best if Joe did move out and then she would have to fend for herself.  It may present her with the opportunity to notice all the guys that ask her out and not think that they were only after one thing with her.  Yeah I know I’m a grade A hypocrite on taking chances on guys.

I’d completely forgotten about Joe taking Jakey for the weekend.  He took him at least one weekend per month to do ‘man stuff’.  Jakey loved it and it gave me a rest for the whole weekend where I usually pigged out on food I shouldn’t be eating, stayed in my pyjamas, caught up on True Blood and Supernatural and painted my nails.  This time I was going to be putting my weekend to use.  Deacon and I had started something last night and I intended to finish it.  All I needed was a plan.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I was on a mission for my date with Deacon.  Come hell or high water we were going to have sex.  I knew no matter what happened I was going to end up comparing him to Mitchell.  The first time I had sex with Mitchell was nice.  Again, his actions betrayed the truth behind his character.

It had taken me pretty much all week to decide what to do for the weekend but I finally had it worked out.  I’d invited Deacon round Saturday night and told him I was going to be cooking dinner for the two of us.  He didn’t need to know that I couldn’t really cook for shit.  I could follow a recipe book though and as long as I kept it simple we wouldn’t die from food poisoning.

By the time Deacon knocked on the d
oor I was so nervous I could barely walk straight.  I’d seriously underestimated the time I would need to not only prepare a three-course meal and get myself ready and looking like something he would actually like to touch.  I opened the door to Deacon leaning up against the wall with a crooked smile.

“You look very cute in your apron.”  Damn I’d forgotten to take that off.  So much for first impressions and me showing off the little black dress I’d spent ages picking out for tonight.  As I reached around to take my apron off, Deacons arms came from behind his back and presented me with a beautiful bouquet of flowers.  They had all my favorites in, roses, lilies, tulips and gerberas. 

“How did you know to get all my favorite flowers?”  He slightly frowned. 

“Dana, you’re a creature of habit.  Don’t take this the wrong way but you can pretty much work out everything you love if you watch your routine.  You always have flowers on your desk.  You either have one of three.  Never any variation.  You have set colour choices.  I got the florist to put all three together so that you can see that sometimes combinations you didn’t think would work look the best.”  It would be hard for me not to catch the double meaning in what he’d said.

“And I bought you some rosé as well.”  Now I was confused.

“I don’t drink wine at work so how did you guess that I only drink rosé?”

“Oh.  That wasn’t a guess.  I phoned your sister Lana and she told me.  Plus you were drinking it like a fish at your grandparent’s house.  Can I come in now?”  I’d forgotten he still hadn’t come inside.  I’d been grilling him with questions on my doorstep.

“Sorry.  Come in.”  I moved to the side to let him through which gave him the chance to press me up against the wall and give me his version of a hello which was a full kiss.

I spoke against his lips.  “You’ll crush my flowers and then I’d have to kill you because I love them.”

“I’ll buy you every florist shop that I can if it would make you smile the way you did when saw that bunch I just gave you.” Wow!  Suddenly I felt like I couldn’t breathe and all the bravado that I had earlier about taking the lead and seducing Deacon had left me.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells good.  I’m starving.  Come on.  If you’re real good I might let you feed me.”  I laughed and led him through to the dining room.

Dinner was so fun.  I enjoyed finishing off the cooking as well as sitting to eat with Deacon.  While I was finishing off the food he came into the kitchen and talk to
me.  I’d opted for a starter of mixed bruschetta.  I did one with mushrooms and just in case he didn’t like mushrooms I did a Mediterranean tomato one and a king prawn one.  Nothing like making extra work for yourself.  I made a traditional lasagna for the main course with homemade garlic bread and a panna cotta for dessert.  I was going to go with spaghetti for main as I can whip that up in my sleep but then I remembered I can’t eat that dish without finding a spaghetti strand on my forehead and sauce on my chin.  Elegant eater, I was not.  Tara had suggested tiramisu to go with my Italian themed feast but just because I like a cappuccino as much as I like breathing, it didn’t mean I wanted coffee in my dessert.  Yuck!

After we finished Deacon insisted on washing up so I sat on the kitchen counter drinking wine while he cleaned.  He even made sure he dried the dishes and put them away which would have been easier if I’d just done it because I had to direct him to every cupboard and explain my specific way of arranging my cutlery in its draw.  While it bored me to death it seemed to amuse him endlessly.  When he turned to face me there was a predatory look in his eyes that made me gulp that last drops of wine in my glass.  He smoothly moved towards me and took the glass from my hand and placed it on the side.  My legs automatically uncrossed and opened to enable him to step into me.  I’ll take that as a sign that my body knew what it wanted because that was a subconscious movement.  I was too focused on what Deacons intentions were to think what to do with my hands or legs.  Although at this moment I was beginning to picture my legs on either side of his shoulders.  Was it warm in here or was it me?

Deacon had moved the strap of my dress down my shoulder and had begun kissing along my collarbone.  He was nipping and kissing at the same time and a sigh escaped my lips before I tilted my head back to give him better access.  He kissed right across to my other shoulder and pulled the strap on that side down as well.  His hands had been massaging my thighs at the same time and they were now rising and pulling the hem of my dress up with them.  I shifted one bum cheek at a time so that he could pull it up to my waist.  He came up to take my lower lip between his teeth and suckled.  I kissed the top of his lip and used my tongue to tease the underside of it.  He immediately stopped playing and possessed my mouth.
  His hands were moving again and I knew exactly where they were heading.  He rubbed his thumb against the lace knickers that I was glad I had chosen to wear.  I may have blown a huge sum on an underwear set by Agent Provocateur but I wasn’t regretting my choice right now and he hadn’t even seen the set.  His thumb bypassed the lace and I felt a long finger enter me in a painfully slow stroke.  He continued with his slow task stroking and circling all the while flicking my clitoris.  The bundle of nerves he was stimulating were electric and when he entered another finger I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to hold on for much longer.  It had been two years since I left Mitchell but it had been at least three years since I’d last had sex.  Deacon was building up speed now and I was firmly clutching his shoulders to try and keep from having an orgasm.  When he pushed in a third finger it was just too much.  I was audibly panting and I don’t think I’d ever panted like this before.  Ever.

“Deacon, I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”  I was definitely digging my fingers into his shoulders now.

“Really?”  His eyes were devilish.  He was enjoying this.  A lot.

“I’m going to have to do something about that because when you come I want you to come in my mouth.”  Oh. What.  Wait.  No.  I’ve never done that before.  Never.  Deacon caught my look.  “Have you never had that before Dana?”  I shook my head because that’s all I could do.  My ability to talk had long left me.  “Don’t worry baby.  You’re going to love it.”  With that he ripped my one hundred and ten pound Margot briefs and chucked them without a care.  “Those were getting in my way.”  Note to self: Deacon does not appreciate expensive underwear.  I would have brood on it longer if he hadn’t caught my legs up on his shoulder and stood up, exactly how I pictured and then lifted me so my wet core was almost pressed up against his face.  He found a bare wall in the kitchen and braced me up against it.  As soon as my back had touched the wall he buried he face between my legs.  The words “Oh my fucking God” escaped my lips before I had a chance the process them.  Deacon was alternating between sucking, biting and thrusting with his tongue and it all felt un-fucking-believable.  I thought I was going to die from pleasure overload.  The pressure was building and I felt like I was going to explode.  Deacon was relentless and all I could do was scream “Oh Fuck!’ as I came for what felt like hours but he didn’t stop.  He continued to suck and swirl his tongue inside me.  His focus went back to my clitoris which still hadn’t recovered but that thing had a mind of its own because the pressure had already begun to build again.  I didn’t last anywhere near as long as before and this time I was shouting Deacon’s name as I came and he groaned in response which made this orgasm last even longer.  When I had recovered my breath and Deacon let me down he kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips.  “You taste so fucking good.  We’re doing that again tonight.”  Those words sent shivers down my spine and I quickly caught my second wind.  This time I wanted to do the tasting.  I put my hands against Deacons shoulders and he looked at me with amusement.  I quirked a smile in return.  He allowed me to turn him so his back was against the wall and his eyes widened when he saw me drop to my knees. 

Lucky for me he wasn’t wearing a belt because I had no desire to fight with a buckle right now.  When I pulled his cock out I had to restrain my expression to hide the fear.   The man had a fucking anaconda hiding in his trousers.  How the fuck was I supposed wrap my lips around that.  To hell with it!  Life’s about new experiences.  I was definitely going to entertain this new experience.  I licked the head and Deacons head fell back.  Guess he liked that.  I sucked him further into my mouth slowly and began a rhythm of sucking and stroking.  Deacon was already thrusting gently and as I sucked harder the speed of his thrusting increased.  I was completely turned on and could feel the moistness between my legs dripping down my thighs.   I fondled his balls and he let out a gasp that sounded strangled.   “Dana, I need to fuck your mouth now.”  I groaned around his cock which seemed to have grown in thickness.  His two hands came down to my head and his fingers threaded through my hair.  He had the strands wrapped around his fingers tightly so he had control over how fast we were going to go and it felt like we were going to go full throttle.  The pace was almost frantic and I had to grasp his thighs to steady myself on my knees.  “Dana, I’m going to come?”  This was a question not a statement.  He wanted to know whether I was going to let him come in my mouth.  In for a penny in for a pound.  I gave his thighs a squeeze to let him know to keep going.  This time he shouted my name and I felt the thick salty liquid hit the back of my throat as he kept pumping.  When he finished he slumped down to his knees in front of me and pulled me into him so that eventually we were sitting on the kitchen floor with me in his lap.  By the time we recovered I was tired so I got up and pulled my dress down to make myself look a little more respectable and not like the sex fiend who had just had incredible oral sex in her kitchen.  I held my hand out to Deacon who took it straight away and led him to my bedroom where I definitely did not go off to sleep straight away.  Deacon made love to me all through the night and when we weren’t making love he stayed inside me and cocooned me in his arms talking to me until I fell asleep.