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“I’m not married Deek” Rikki said. So short a sentence with so much behind it. She locked eyes with Deacon Saint John, her hand still resting against his bare chest examining the scars. He’d been through a lot. They both have. She could see him building up to saying something, to let her down gently. She should’ve backed off, walked away, left it alone, but there was always something there deep down. So before he could say anything, she leant forward and kissed him.
The kiss took Deacon off guard, but not by surprise. He’d been lost inside his head for two years, lost in the past after Sarah. Yet some part of him knew there was something there, knew Rikki had developed a thing for him during their time together. Working with her again brought it all back. He wanted to turn her down, get out of that room, but he didn’t. He let her kiss him, kept his mouth shut. Maybe it was because of the grief. O’Brien had confirmed what he’d always believed; that his wife was dead, always had been. She was gone.
And Rikki was right here. They were both here, right now.
The kiss seemed to awaken something in Rikki, because the next thing Deacon knew she was shredding her clothing, her bag dropped to their feet before peeling her jacket off. Deacon took a deep breath as she kept her eyes on him, kicking off her boots before unzipping her jeans slowly. By the time she had stepped out of them Deacons hand was at his belt. Instincts seem to take over as he removed his trousers, his gaze transfixed on Rikki as she pulled her vest over her head revealing the bra underneath. Within moments they were in their underwear standing in the dark but illuminated hospital. Within moments their lips met in another kiss.
They found and empty bed over in a secluded corner, pulling the curtain across shielding them from the door in case anyone walked in. In case Addy walked in. Deacon knew this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t stop himself from falling on top of the young woman kissing him as she dragged him to the thin mattress. Their bodies embraced as their limbs intertwined, their kiss becoming more passionate and steamy. Rikki’s hands ran over his scars, tracing his tattoos as if by memory. Deacon ran his hands over her thighs, opening them up for him to ease in between rubbing their groins against each other. Their breathes hitched at the contact, butterflies in their stomach as they looked at each other and came to a silent consensus. Moments later their underwear was gone and there was nothing stopping them.
Deacon forgot the last time he’d had sex since losing Sarah. Rikki had forgotten the last time she had sex with a man. It felt like a new experience for them both as their naked bodies melded together, embracing each other as they bumped and rocked on the bed softly moaning together. Deacon placed his arms by her side to support his weight as his hips picked up speed, increasing the pressure behind his thrusts getting carried away. Rikki didn’t stop him as he fucked her, her arms hooking behind his back scratching his skin as her legs wrapped around his waist, gasping in pleasure burying her face in his shoulder. She wanted him to fuck her harder. She wanted him to fuck her brains out. She wanted to relieve all the tension and pressure he carried for two years. Without words she begged him to let her help him.
When they finally came, they came together. The orgasm was silent but powerful, leaving both the riders breathless and sweating. Deacon rolled off the woman moments later, his arms aching from holding himself up, his body feeling lighter. He hadn’t realized how much he needed this. Rikki lay beside him releasing a long sigh, her chest rising and falling while she convinced herself this wasn’t a dream. They turned their heads and looked at each other. They both knew this was a mistake and would probably regret it later, but for now neither of them had the energy to do anything but lie here and accept it happened.