“You got it,” he murmured. “I’ll grab the pumpkins then hit the champagne.”
He slowly slid out and then pulled me up so I was sitting on the counter.
He kept us there, me in his arms, my head tipped back, his chin dipped down.
He studied my face, liked what he saw, showed me that with his expression, and then he kissed me, long and sweet.
When he was done, he helped me off the counter, yanked up his jeans, tucking his cock inside, but helped me grab my jeans and panties before he did his up.
“Be back,” I told him.
“Gotcha,” he replied.
“Always, Deke.”
It came out as a blurt, and his gaze, having roamed to the bottle of champagne, came to mine.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered, his mouth soft, his look warm.
I gave him that back.
Then I dashed to the bathroom to clean up. Having had my period in the interim (so no baby after the time Deke did me ungloved), I was now on the Pill.
No more condoms.
Just Deke and me.
That was good since we’d run out.
This thought gave me a grin.
Thoughts of the last twenty minutes made that grin turn into a big, fat smile.
Thoughts of pulled pork made my stomach start grumbling.
So I cleaned up, pulled on my clothes, grabbed a new pair of warm socks and tugged them on.
I took only a second to look out the windows to the flurries that had become full-blown snow falling down, thick and heavy, on my patch of mountain.
“I’m happy, Daddy,” I whispered.
The snow kept falling quietly, beautifully, peacefully.
I took that as Dad’s answer that he was glad.
Then I did what I said I would do.
What I would always do.
I went right back to my man.
* * * * *
Deke
Later that night, Deke felt Jussy relax in his arms and heard her breaths even out in sleep.
Lying there, holding his gypsy close in her big, expensive bed in her big, expensive house in the mountains after what they’d shared on her island, he felt a stillness his entire life he only felt while doing one thing.
Being on the road.
It did not tweak him.
It made complete sense.
Deke was in love with her.
So it was no surprise she brought him this peace.
Deke did not look out the window.
Instead, he buried his face in Jussy’s hair.
And he did not speak out loud.
He thought the words inside his head.
I’m good, Ma.
Then, falling deeper into that place, holding Jussy to him in that big, expensive bed in that big, expensive house in the mountains, Deke closed his eyes and found sleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
Not Ever Again
Deke
Deke felt Jussy plant her hands in his gut, her hair sweeping across his chest as she arched back, the nectar of her flooding his mouth as she came on his face.
He took it in, kept her there as long as he could before he had to give himself what he needed.
Gripping her hips, he hauled her down his chest, slid her off him and rolled into her as he pulled her to her side, her back to his front. He grasped his dick, shifting down. Guiding his cock, he drove inside, and as he took her, he felt the hot, sleek of her clutch him while she kept coming.
He dug one arm under her and angled it up, spanning her throat, pushing it back as he bent his neck so her head glided up his cheek, her hair tangling in his beard. He buried his face in her neck and his other hand between her legs, pushing in, finding her clit with his finger, rolling hard.
“Get there again, gypsy,” he growled, thrusting into her tight pussy, feeling his own orgasm gather in his balls, his cock.
She panted softly, moving her hips to rock into his thrusts at the same time grind into his fingers.
“God,” she whispered.
“Get there,” he ordered.
“God,” she blew out.
“Baby…” he slid his hand up her throat to wrap it under her jaw, “get there,” he grunted.
Her head pressed back into his shoulder as she stopped panting and started mewing. He felt the rush of the wet of her second orgasm coat his cock and he couldn’t hold back.
He shifted his hand from between her legs so he could wrap his arm around her belly and drove her down. Grinding up, he felt the sweet release, his cum jetting inside her, his world narrowing to only that. His dick buried deep in Jussy, her slick, snug, sweet, hot cunt clutching him from root to tip, milking him dry as he felt her body judder, not with her orgasm, with the power of his body taking her along the ride with his.
It took its time moving out of him and just as slowly his world expanded. He felt her softness tucked against him. He smelled her hair. Tasted the essence of her skin drifting into his mouth as he breathed hard against her neck. The sun shining against his closed eyelids. The sound of Jussy’s breaths starting to even. The feel of her soft sheets, firm mattress, both made warm by their bodies.
Not satisfied with what he was getting, Deke went in direct, touching his tongue to her skin, tasting Jussy. His hand still at her jaw pushed her head back farther as he turned his, gliding his mouth up her neck to work just under her ear, knowing she liked what he was giving her as she relaxed in his hold.
He trailed his other hand up her belly, over her tit, up her chest, around her neck and back into her hair. He gathered it there, up high, feeling the tangle of curls drag up his chest as it went, and he shoved her head forward, shifting his lips to work the nape of her neck.
She shivered against him, a soft noise escaping her that he felt tighten in his balls, but she stayed still, taking what he was giving, getting off on it, her cunt contracting around his still-rooted cock.