Finally I heard it and felt it, Deke losing control, bucking into me through his climax, doing it grunting, each thrust, each noise blasting up my pussy, exploding against my clit.

Enter orgasm three, not as soul-shattering but it was no slouch either.

I knew it was over when he slid in, stayed buried, his fingers sifting out of my hair, down my back and both hands coming to my hips, trailing, drawing mindless patterns as he started to glide in and out tenderly.

I heard his breaths even, felt the light, gentle beauty of his touch, the intimate caress inside me before he slid out.

He trailed a finger down my right thigh, over and then I felt a tug and the scarf he’d grabbed from my walk-in closet sometime before this morning came loose.

I did a full body shiver as he slid the silk away.

He’d woken me.

We’d had some fun.

Then he’d tied my thighs together and pulled me up to my knees, my legs bound tight together, and he fucked me from behind, his hand around to my front, finger digging into the close heat to manipulate my clit the whole time he did it.

It had been awesome.

He ran his fingers then his lips over one of my ass cheeks before he put pressure on my hip and I fell to my side.

He yanked the covers to my waist.

I felt him pull my hair aside, his lips touch my shoulder and then the bed move as he got out of it.

I watched his fantastic ass as he went into the bathroom.

My alternate and arguably better view was his cock as he walked out.

My head stayed down but my eyes aimed up as he sat on the edge of the bed. He twisted at the waist, bent and got close, one forearm in the bed, fingers of his other hand sliding slow and lazy up and down my spine.

“Can you move?” he asked, hazel eyes twinkling, cocky and hot.

“No,” I gave him the truth.

And I got more cocky.

And hot.

“You gonna pass out?” he went on.

I gave him more truth. “Probably.”

And from that I got more cocky…and hot.

I turned my head slightly so I wasn’t looking into his face through the sides of my eyes but straight on.

“No one has ever tied me up,” I whispered.

“Get used to that, gypsy,” he whispered back.

I shivered.

And got more cocky and hot.

He bent deep, touched his mouth to mine and when he moved back, it was only half an inch.

“I gotta get to work. Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Okay, Deke.”

He went in for another kiss and I forced my body to use the small amount of energy it had left after being torn asunder through two massive orgasms (and a final one that was no slouch) to cup his bristly cheek.

He got my message and that kiss was not a touch. It went deeper and lasted longer.

He ended it lifting up and kissing my temple then pulling away at the same time tugging the sheets up to my shoulder.

I watched him walk back to the bathroom.

Deke was halfway there when my eyelids fluttered closed.

They didn’t open.

* * * * *

Showered, dressed, phone in one hand, mug of coffee in the other, I walked out to the great room and found Bubba there working with Deke. Bubba was checking the plastic that had already been taped at the edges of the windows in preparation for priming. Deke was working on some equipment, getting ready to spray the paint.

“Hey, Bub, how’re your two girls?” I asked.

“You’re gonna see,” Bubba answered, grinning huge at me. “Krys texted. Said you and Laurie are coming for a visit.”

“Yup,” I replied, this whole conversation happening as I made my way straight to Deke. I stopped close and tipped my head way back as he dipped his chin way down. “News that’s not news, Lauren called while I was getting dressed. We’re paying a visit to Krys. And she’s letting me borrow her Crock-Pot.”

His brows went up. “Crock-Pot?”

“You down with me going to the trailer after my visit with Krys and putting dinner in to slow cook for us tonight?”

He dug in his pocket, asking, “What’s for dinner?”

“Steph’s chicken.”

“Who’s Steph?”

“Some unknown, faceless but undeniably brilliant woman who came up with a killer Crock-Pot recipe for chicken.”

Deke chuckled, taking a key off his chain and handing it to me, muttering, “Remind me tonight, Jussy. Get you a spare.”

I went solid.

Deke shoved his keychain minus a key back into his pocket.

My eyes slid to Bubba.

He was still grinning huge but I had a feeling it was for a different reason because he was doing it staring at Deke.

“Want you texting me when you get to Krys’s,” Deke ordered and I looked back to him.

“Okay,” I agreed.

“And when you leave.”

“Right.”

“And when you get to the trailer.”

I stood there silent.

“And when you’re on your way back here,” Deke went on. “With sandwiches,” he kept going. “Roast beef,” he kept at it. “And Swiss,” he finished.

“Uh…” I began, heard Bubba make a weird noise, looked to him, saw him widen his eyes to me, and I got it.

Bubba was a mountain man. Deke was a mountain man. Hence Bubba knew what Deke was doing. And what Bubba was communicating was that I should keep my mouth shut and text Deke incessantly so he didn’t worry (even if there wasn’t anything to worry about, it was still the first time I went out on my own after being strangled, the operative part of that was me being strangled).