Finally, he pulled out of me, and with the sexiest growl, his seed came spilling out of him on the base of my stomach.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing in and out deeply. We both shook and shuddered in the wakes of our orgasms, each trying to catch our breath until Deon finally mustered up enough energy to prop himself up over me.
“Good morning,” he said with a sly smile.
I shook my head before grabbing him and rolling him over to his back. I straddled him and his eyes widened. “Good morning,” I replied.
He tapped my thigh. “Your down-there area is inhuman, so I’m gonna need a minute.”
I rolled my eyes. “I guess.” I dragged my hands over his chest, lining the different tattoos. It’d probably take years before I knew what all of them meant, but I picked out a few to ask about. “What’s this one mean?” I asked, pointing at a somewhat demonic-looking red face with two horns curling up out of it that started just above his collarbone and dragging down over his left pec.
“That’s a kabuki mask. It’s a Japanese theater thing. I just thought it looked cool.”
“What about this one?” I asked, pointing at a confusing image of a triangle encircling his belly button that looked like it was twisting in an impossible way.
“That’s a Penrose Triangle. It’s an optical illusion. Again, I just thought it looked cool.”
I scoffed. “Do any of them mean anything?”
“Yeah.” He lifted his arm and brought my attention to a bowl of overflowing cherries on his right rib cage. “This one does.”
“Cherries?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Really can’t figure that one out, huh?” I tilted my head to the side. and he laughed. “Pluralize your name, beautiful. Not quite the exact same pronunciation, but it worked for me.”
“It represents me?”
His hand came up and rubbed along my face. “And my overflowing love for you.”
It was so cheesy and yet the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. “I love you,” I said with a smile.
I dropped against him and dragged him into a kiss, and we folded back into one another once again.
35
Deon
I set a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of Cherri and couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and take my millionth kiss of the morning. She was just so beautiful, and it didn’t matter if she was completely done up for the day, or just waking up. I loved looking at her.
I was rethinking giving her a pair of my clean boxers to wear in lieu of putting on her jeans because, holy fuck, did she look sexy in those. We’d made it out of the bedroom, at least, so we were on a better path to doing anything productive with our day, if only slightly.
“Okay,” she said, pushing my face away playfully. “Let me eat since you made me stop eating you.”
“Hey,” I responded. “I am one man.”
Cherri giggled and then dug into her food. Thanks to a morning of back to back going at it, I’d also learned that Cherri was legitimately difficult to satiate. She blamed it on the fact that she’d never had satisfying sex before, so now she wanted an endless supply of it. As much as I was more than happy to give it to her, after a while, a man needs to recharge.
Cue eggs and bacon.
“It’s fine,” she said. “We probably need to compare some notes about Nathan and Miss Abrams, anyway. I feel like there’s something we’re missing that links her with Alicia. Two women in the Loches’ lives dying within twenty-four hours of each other doesn’t seem like a coincidence.”
“No, it for sure isn’t,” I replied. I placed what was left of the eggs and bacon I’d made on a plate of my own and sat down at the table across from Cherri. “It’s Connor. He may not have killed Miss Abrams personally, but he’s the reason she jumped. By all accounts, he killed them both.”
“She brought up Nathan to you, right?” Cherri asked.
“Yeah. She started to flip out, and then she started saying, ‘Did Nathan tell you?’ and then she said stuff like, ‘You want me to get down on my knees? I’m just supposed to open my legs.’ I didn’t get it. Did she not want to be having sex with Nathan? Was he making her?”
Cherri shook her head. “That doesn’t sound like Nathan.” I tilted my head, and she held up her hand. “I know, okay? I know what he did to me, but that wasn’t Nathan. Trust me on this. He’s kind of an ass, but he was not himself when he did that. I mean, fuck, Nathan doesn’t even like getting his hands dirty. That’s why he keeps Nikita and Jaxon around. The fact that he had a gun was insane to me. He’s never had the stomach for shit like that.”
“When I first went to live with them, he called my basketball heavy,” I recounted. “He pointed that gun at me for nearly ten minutes and never pulled the trigger. It didn’t even scare me to see it in his hands because I knew he wasn’t going to do anything.”
“Brayden, the sort of smarmy mini-Nathan in our group, even he asked Nathan what was wrong with him, and he never talks badly about Nathan.” She sighed. “I get it. I know I should just cut my losses and ditch him, but I just can’t. I feel compelled to help him. I don’t know why.”
“It’s because you’re a good person, and even if he’s kind of an ass, you’re insightful enough to know that who he’s been lately is not who he is,” I replied. “Which is good because I still kind of want to shove him into a fucking barrel and
