Page 19 of Deception (Deranged Drifters MC #22)

Chapter Nineteen

Griffin’s Beach Kent

S taring at his reflection in the mirror, Kent studies the kutte he wears and imagines it no longer saying PROSPECT. Instead, he envisions wearing a member kutte.

“A couple of weeks will determine if the last two years was a waste of time or not,” he mutters to himself.

He has a date with Gracie tonight, and he walks to the door to go pick her up.

Knowing he’s about to see her makes him smile, and he loves how much easier it gets with every day they spend together.

He’s falling hard for the damaged girl, but he’ll do whatever it takes to help put her back together.

A knock as he grabs the doorhandle startles him, and he laughs as he jumps. There’s not much, especially in the life he’s grown up in, that can scare him, and he chuckles as he swings it open.

“You startled me,” he says. “What are you doing here? I thought I was picking you up. Did I miss a text?”

Gracie steps inside, and Kent shuts the door. She’s never been to his place before, but it wouldn’t be difficult for her to get the information. His mind won’t stop running through the different situations that would have her showing up like this, white as a ghost.

“Babe, is everything okay?”

She takes a few deep breaths before craning her neck and looking up to make eye contact. Her hands shake, and his stomach drops.

Here it comes. She’s going to say she thinks we’re moving too fast. That we need to slow down. I thought we were making progress, but maybe I pushed too hard. How do I make her see I’m not going anywhere?

Letting out a long breath, she reaches up and pulls his face down to meet hers, their lips connecting. The gentle kiss quickly turns into frantic need, and he lets her do whatever it is she needs to do.

He lifts her into his arms to help bring them to the same level, and she wraps her arms and legs around him. Her tongue darts into his mouth, and he groans before walking them into his bedroom.

His kutte is the first article of clothing to hit the floor, and she tugs at his shirt until she can pull it over his chest.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised you’re so toned,” Gracie mutters, the first words she’s said since she appeared on the other side of the door.

Her fingers run along his stomach as he sets her down, and he sucks it in as her touch tickles. “I try to do a few reps every day.”

Kent sits down as she tugs her own shirt over her head, and he pulls her to stand between his parted legs to kiss her neck. She unclasps her bra and lets it slide down her arms until it hits the floor with her shirt.

His mouth trails down until he cups her tits and massages them gently as he takes one between his lips. He’s only felt her before, but seeing them now has him on a high. She’s gorgeous.

“Stand up,” she whispers.

Making a small pout at having to release her chest, he does. She unbuttons his jeans, slowly tugging them down his hips. Kicking off his boots, he fumbles while he takes off his socks to stand in only his boxers.

Moving to the bed, he lies down as Gracie slips off her own jeans and lies next to him, facing him. Both in just their underwear, and he tries to understand what’s happening.

“Boxers,” she says.

He knows what she means, and he slips them off to lie completely naked in front of her. She reaches out and strokes his hard cock the way he showed her at the bluffs, and he can only watch in awe.

Her lips wrap around his tip, and his stomach sucks in as she takes him as far into her hot little mouth as she can take him. With her ass facing him, he reaches out to caress it before slipping her panties down her thighs.

He massages her ass before gently reaching his fingers to her opening, feeling the wetness as she sucks his head and strokes his shaft with her hands.

Everything they’ve done so far has built up to this moment, but he knows he has to stop.

As much as he wants to come in her mouth, he can’t until they talk.

“Baby, stop,” Kent says, his voice strangled.

Even though his mind tells him it’s the right decision, his cock screams and throbs, begging him to reconsider.

“Did I do it wrong?” Gracie asks, her brown eyes wide with concern.

Chuckling, he lets out a breath. “Unless you decide to chomp down there, there’s really no way you can do it wrong.”

“Didn’t you like it?”

The insecurity in her voice breaks his damn heart. “Are you kidding? Look at me. I fucking loved it.”

“Then why did you stop me?”

She shifts to take her panties off before turning to look at him again. His eyes glance down between her legs, and he licks his lips.

I need to know how you taste, Gracie.

“Because this is going pretty far, and we’ve never gotten completely naked together. Don’t get me wrong… I fucking love it, but I need to know what’s going on. Talk to me, baby.”

“I thought you wanted this,” she says and hugs her knees to her chest as she avoids his gaze.

Motioning to his erection, he laughs. “If the sun was out, you could lay me outside to become a sun dial. Look at me, babe. Of course, I want this. I always want you.”

She cracks a smile. “Then I don’t understand.”

“No, Gracie, I don’t understand.”

“I was trying to give you what you want.”

Sitting up, he cups her face. “The question has never been about whether or not I want this. Or even you, really. The question is whether you’re ready, and if you’re not, that’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” she whispers and pulls out of his palms.

“Why not?”

“Because we’re adults now, and I have a kid. I shouldn’t have an issue with being ready for sex when I have the literal product of it.”

“You’re not going to lose me if you say no. Have I been pressuring you? Because I never meant to. I want to make sure you knew I wanted you, but I’m not in a hurry.”

Gracie shakes her head. “No, you aren’t pushing me.”

“I don’t want you to do this because you’re worried about what could happen if we don’t. I’m just happy to have you, and I want you to be ready.”

“I am ready,” she says. “I just… I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

Biting her lip, she locks eyes with a bleach stain on the bedspread. “Promise me that you won’t leave afterwards.”

“Well, we’re kind of in my apartment, so it would be a little weird to walk out,” he says. Sighing, he closes his eyes. “That’s why you came here.”

“I want this with you, Kent. I’m just… I’m scared of being left alone afterwards.”

Leaning forward, he kisses her. “Wild horses couldn’t make me leave.”

He guides her onto her back, and he gently runs his hand over her skin as he slowly kisses her. Her nipples pebble with every touch, and she squirms with desire.

Kissing down her neck, he continues until he kneels on the floor and pulls her to the edge of the bed. She doesn’t stop him, and his mouth waters as he finally tastes her need.

She tastes as sweet as he fantasized she would, and she moans when he flattens his tongue on her. His hands reach up to play with her nipples, hoping to flood her with sensations to block out the noise in her head.

“Oh, Kent,” she gasps. “That’s… wow!”

Feeling like PAC MAN, he continues to eat away until her butt lifts off the bed, and she cries out. His mouth doesn’t relent until Gracie’s ridden her wave of pleasure, and he looks up to find her smiling down at him.

“That was good,” she says with a giggle.

“How far do you want to go tonight?” Kent asks, checking before he possibly goes too far.

“I want all of you,” Gracie whispers.

Climbing onto the bed, he nips at her neck and groans. “Fuck, baby.”

“Yeah, that was kind of what I was getting at.”

He reaches into his nightstand and grabs a condom. Quickly putting it on, he moves between her legs. “Positive?”

This time, she looks into his eyes and nods with that sexy little lip bite. “Positive.”

“No leaving,” he whispers and positions himself at her opening. “You’re mine for the rest of the night and tomorrow morning.”

“Yours,” she says with a smile. “I like that.”

“It’s up to you, but as far as I’m concerned, I’m yours, Gracie. No one else’s.”

Nodding, she kisses him. “I’m yours, Kent.”

He slowly eases into her, and her gasps as she adjusts to every inch of him have him watching to make sure she’s not in any pain. After hearing what her first and only time was like, he knows he needs to make this good for her.

“Are you okay?”

Tears fill her eyes, and he freezes, worried he’s hurt her. “You’re so considerate,” she says. “I wish I would’ve waited for someone like you.”

“Gracie—”

“I’m okay. I’m better than okay.”

The bastard just took her, knowing it was her first time, and didn’t care how much pain it caused her. Physically and emotionally. I’m going to kill this motherfucker when I find him.

He starts slowly, letting her get used to everything he has to offer, and he kisses her neck. Her moans make him smile, and he asks, “Good?”

“So good.” She pants and bends her legs, pulling them up towards her chest, to allow him to drive as deep as possible. “I feel like I need more.”

“More?”

Babe, I’m larger than the average man. I don’t know how much more I could give you.

“Faster? I don’t know,” she admits. “It’s just… close, but not there.”

Kissing her, he bites her bottom lip before lifting her leg up to her chest, his hand under her knee, and rolls his hips. He increases the speed, and she gasps, her eyes wide.

“Yes, like that,” she moans. “That’s it, Kent. Oh… God!”

Her pussy clenches around him, and he closes his eyes, loving how amazing she feels. Knowing he’s giving her this feels surreal, and he can’t hold back.

“Gracie,” he grunts with two more thrusts.

He fills the condom, his body stilling with pure bliss. She gazes at him with such adoration, and he wishes he could’ve lasted longer. Maybe given her another orgasm before he came.

“Was I good?”

Just like that, she breaks the high along with his heart. “Gracie, you were amazing,” he says, sliding out of her and pulling the condom off. “I promise, your bad experience wasn’t you.”

“You were amazing, too,” she says as he pulls her into his arms. “I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“Why people love sex,” Gracie says with a giggle. “If I knew that was what it was like, we’d have done it on our first date.”

Kent laughs and kisses her forehead. “That’s just the beginning. It gets even better.”

“How the hell can it get better?”

“Because when I get going, I can have you begging for mercy after so many orgasms that you lose all feeling in your legs.”

Shivering, she bites her lip and looks up at him. That lip bite that drives him wild. “I can’t wait.”

“You feel okay? You don’t have any regrets?”

She shakes her head and tips her face up to kiss him. “I feel good. Happy.”

“No regrets?” he asks again.

“None.”

Her eyelids get heavy, and he smiles at her. “Good. Go to sleep, baby.”

Her breathing slows and evens out quickly, and he just lays there and watches her. Gracie Short hasn’t had an easy couple of years, but tonight, she gave him every part of herself. And she trusts him to keep his promises that she fell right asleep.

“Gracie?” Kent whispers. When she doesn’t answer, he smiles and kisses the top of her head. “I’ve fallen in love with you, kid.”

All he gets in response is a small smile as she dreams, and he finds himself hoping she dreams of him. Everything with Gracie will be at her pace, and he’s okay with that. He finally gets to have what he wasn’t sure he’d ever find.