Bittersweet (12 page)

“I lost Lisa and our baby and my urge to ever have any of that again,” he finished. Then he downed a shot of cold vodka from the office freezer. The party was still going strong. Rayka had checked. She was fairly certain everyone was sticking around to see what had happened between them.

“Deacon, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that all of this made you feel pain again.”

“There is no again, Rayka. It’s always been there, in some form or another. In varying degrees. Women were conquests. It was a simple formula, really. Pick the hottest ones I could get into bed easily and had no chance of developing any feelings for. And then you marched into this dumbass candy store and my track record went to hell.”

She felt so bad. Horrible. And yet a bright spark of happiness lit up in her chest. She had thawed him out. Awakened something in him and there was no denying that was special.

“Now see, I feel the urge to say I’m sorry again.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said and pulled her down into his lap. He smelled like vodka, sex, and chocolate. A not too terrible combination.

“We should get back to that party now that we know you love me and I love you. We have to go show everyone that we’ve made nice. And we need to rename the store.”

He nodded but didn’t move. His arms pulled taut around her waist and held her fast. He wasn’t quite ready to let go and Rayka liked that. “Or we could just sit here,” she joked softly.

“They can wait. Just give me a few more minutes to hold you.”

She felt him growing harder under her. His cock pressed boldly against the crack of her ass. She laughed. She couldn’t help it. “I have to get you out of here before you get all caveman again, though. You are a machine. We need to make a break for it.” She laughed.

“Fine,” he grumbled but cupped her breasts with his big hot hands to make sure she knew he was still boss. “I’ve been thinking a lot about that. The name. What brought me here to the shop was sad, but I met you. I had to lose my last family to end up in a position that we found each other.”

“True. Go on.” She liked to see the sensitivity in him. The thoughtful nature. Though she knew damn well he’d deny it existed in him with his dying breath.

“And then the feelings you stirred up in me made me have to relive hell. Those years of my life where I thought death might be better than life.”

“Right.” She kissed his forehead and his hands slid along her, stroking.

“But meeting you made me feel again. And made me—dare I say it?—feel happy.” He laughed softly and licked up the back of her neck until she shivered. “Are you sure we just can’t—”

“Deacon. The name?”

“Bittersweet,” he said and pulled her close.

“Good name,” she said. She let herself sink back against him and feel safe. It was nice to feel possessed and safe and small. The feeling of surrender when she was in his arms was new to her. She cherished it. She also thought it might take quite a while for her to figure out why.

“Now I need one more thing from you,” he said and pinched her nipple. Rayka felt her body respond. She felt her pussy grow wet again and clench around nothing in memory of the orgasm she has just experienced.

He broke the kiss first, traced the line of her cheekbone with his finger. “I really need a new color scheme,” he said, grimacing.

Deacon grabbed her wrists and flung her arms wide until they were nearly bent backwards, “A touch,” he countered. Then he went in for the kill and nipped her neck briskly. “Mine,” he growled against her but this time his tone was a bit playful.

“Yours,” Rayka agreed and smiled. “I’m thinking lime green and cranberry with a nice zebra print.”

“Not even for you,” he growled and bit her again.

The End

ABOUT SOMMER MARSDEN

Sommer Marsden’s work has appeared in dozens anthologies and on numerous websites. Some of her favorite books include I is for Indecent, J is for Jealousy, L is for Leather, Spank Me, Tie Me Up, Whip Me, Ultimate Lesbian Erotica ‘08, Love at First Sting, Open for Business, Tasting Her, Hurts So Good and Yes, Sir. She is also writes The Seekers novellas for Eternal Press and is the author of The Anniversary Party for Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. She lives in Maryland and keeps her alter ego to herself. Not really. She had a big mouth and knows how to use it. She has many addictions and has no intentions of getting help for any of them. They currently include red wine, writing smut, long walks, the downward dog position, emails, blog hopping, and biscotti. You can reach her at
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All Blyth wants is a nice relaxing getaway from her wreck of a life and ass of an ex. What she gets is a double booked condo with the playboy from Hell. First she walks in on him in the middle of very loud sex. Then she gets caught looking. And God help her, she’s turned on. Unfortunately, he’s on to her and he calls her on it.

Anthony is rude, infuriating and definitely a player. Blyth knows she’s in for an anything but relaxing vacation if she’s going to have to share quarters with the likes of him. What Blyth isn’t counting on is being sucked into his vortex of sex or the fact that he seems to be able to push her past boundaries she didn’t even know she had. Somewhere in the midst of his parade of girls and huge ego is a real man. Who has real hurt. And the real part of him is calling to her. First with temptation, then with sex and then something more. She’s just not sure if she’s strong enough to answer.

Warning: This title contains graphic language and sex.

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“Blyth,” he said with a nod, walking past me as if he were wearing a three piece suit instead of nothing. “I didn’t know you were awake.”

I think I squeaked. And I tried not to stare blatantly at his naked, swinging cock. It was a compulsion, though, the more I tried not to stare at it, the more forcefully my gaze was drawn to it.

“Sorry. Like I said, I didn’t know you were up.” He turned, impressive cock swinging gently with his motion. Though, flaccid, it was nothing to sneer at, that was for sure.

“I’m up here,” he chuckled and handed me the second cup of coffee. I took it silently. A bit confused. A bit embarrassed. A lot turned on. Apparently, it had been way too long since I had been laid.

I busied myself locating the sugar and milk. Doctoring my coffee. Anything not to stare at his dick. Though I wanted to. “We broke up,” I mumbled, putting the sugar away. “ I went to pick up my SUV. He had borrowed it to help a friend move. I thought he was out with the boys. When I opened the back to see if I had left a book back there, he was in there. With one of my friends. Sheila. He was fucking Sheila.”

“I’m sorry. That’s a shitty way to have things end.”

I nodded. Sipped my coffee and turned to say something. Something intelligent like, thank you. But my eyes went right back to his crotch as if tugged by an invisible string. Instead, I said, quite briskly, “Where is June?”

“I sent her home. We’re not a couple. Just dating. A bit of fun while I scope out this job and find a place to live.”

I was staring openly now. Under my gaze, his cock jumped. Twitched. Grew and lengthened. He was getting off on me looking. I was getting off on his getting off. I shook my head to clear it and cleared my throat. “Sorry. I guess naked men do me in all of the sudden.” I tried to cover with a casual laugh. It was more of a nervous trill.

My breath froze when he said softly. “Blyth, would you like to watch me?”

I nearly, stupidly asked, watch you what? I didn’t have to. As he said it, his large fist slid along the shaft of his growing cock. He stroked hard as the plump head went from a blushing pink to near purple. His eyes never left mine.

I swallowed. Felt my eyes widen. My heart stutter. I was mesmerized by the sight of his big hand on his big cock as he stroked. Slowly. Giving me time to answer. To change my mind, maybe.

“Yes,” I whispered, though I was mortified at my answer. “Yes, I would.”

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