Deke let her go.
Jussy looked up at him. “I need a double shot in whatever Shambles makes me,” she announced. “I never tell him what I want. I let him rock my world. Though this time, he’s gonna do it with a double shot.”
“Gotcha,” he replied.
“And a double dose of whatever he puts in a white bag.”
Deke grinned at his gypsy. “Got that too.”
She looked up into his eyes, hers melting warm. “Thanks, honey.”
“Be back in a sec, Justice.”
She nodded, turned and moved back up the sidewalk where Deke’s truck was parked outside the convenience store.
He watched until she was safe inside his truck.
Only then did he turn and walk down to La-La Land to get his girl her coffee.
*
Jussy scored her nails down his stomach while he was shooting up inside her and that made his hips jerk, his cock throb, and he shot more like she’d cupped his balls and squeezed.
She collapsed on his chest when he just started coming down, her hair all over—his shoulders, in his face, down his arms—and he didn’t shift any of it away.
He just folded his arms around her and worked to even his breath after watching and feeling her riding his dick to her own orgasm before she gave the same to him.
When he was almost there, he murmured, “Kiss, gypsy.”
She pulled her face out of his neck, lifted and gave him her mouth.
He took it, long and wet, the taste of Justice sweet, then broke the kiss and twisted a hand in her hair, using it to shove her face back in his neck.
“Weird, life,” she whispered there. “Asshole strangles me, I get you. Too bad he’s dead. I’d thank him before I kicked him in the nuts.”
Deke’s fingers fisted in her hair as he blinked at her ceiling.
Shit, they needed to stop fucking and start chatting if she thought what happened was why he’d changed his mind about where they were at.
It was, in a way.
But it wasn’t, because he’d been into her since the beginning.
The very beginning.
In other words, Wyoming.
And she needed to know that.
He gathered her hair at her neck and was about to suggest they clean up and have that chat when her phone rang.
She lifted up slightly, reached out still connected to him, and dragged her purse from the nightstand to the bed. He turned his head and watched her dig in, pull her phone out and look at it.
She then looked to him.
“Joss,” she stated and took the fucking call.
Her mother was calling and she was taking that call while his dick was still hard inside her.
Fuck, his gypsy.
Deke felt his lips twitch.
“Yo, Joss,” she greeted.
He watched her face turn confused, she ordered, “Hey, I’m not getting this. Talk slower,” then he felt her whole body tense, her cunt included, and he stifled a grunt at how good that felt.
Her eyes cut to him and she lifted up still straddling him, hair hanging down more tangled than before, some of it over her chest, covering her tits, but he could see nipple peeking through.
Fuck, he had to get her off his cock or he’d be hard again and fucking her while she was talking to her mother.
Deke put his hands to her hips and gave them a squeeze. She looked at him, got the message and swung off to settle in a hip, legs curved beside her, hand in the bed holding her up, but her eyes stayed on him.
“Joss knows about Bianca,” she mouthed.
Deke nodded, knifed up, moved in to touch his lips to the slight bite mark he’d made with his teeth the first time he came inside her and he did that with his lips curled.
That mark was not going to go away. He’d renew it every time he needed to renew it. She was taking him everywhere for as long as this was working between them.
On that decision, he rolled out of bed, dealt with the condom and strolled back.
She was staring at his dick, and as he climbed back into bed with her and she lost visual, she looked up to his eyes and smirked, indicating she liked what he saw.
He bent in and kissed her between her tits.
She slid her fingers in his hair but had trouble keeping them there when he pulled away, fell to his back and yanked her on him so she was resting on his chest.
One of his hands went to her ass, the other one reached for the covers, pulling them up to their waists.
“Yeah, Joss, you let me talk a sec,” she said quickly, “I’d tell you I know. I hired an investigator after what happened and he reported all this to us this morning.” A pause then, “Us being me and Deke.” Another pause, her attention came to him and she said, “We’re not talking about that now.”
He grinned.
She watched him do it, her eyes got lazy and totally fucking sexy.
Deke rolled into her, taking her to her back so he was on her.
She lifted a hand to his jaw and rubbed her thumb into his beard.
He’d never had a woman do that.
It felt nice, sweet, affectionate.