Chapter 1: Rikki
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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.
Chapter 2: Sarah
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Sarah looked at him blankly thinking this was a joke. But the look he gave her confirmed it wasn’t. “Oh my god, yes!” She replied, breaking in a huge smile as she put her arms around him. Deacon smiled back in relief, embracing his girlfriend who had just become his fiancé.
They fell onto the grass beside the secluded clearing Deacon led them too, the waterfall glistening in the sunlight a few yards away. Colorful plants, trees and cliffs surrounded them giving them complete privacy. Which was mostly likely why Sarah felt confident enough to memorialize this moment in her memory by climbing on top of her new fiancé and removing her sweater.
Her work ID fell to the ground as she removed her shirt and bra, letting Deacon stare at her beautiful torso running his hands over her soft skin. She smiled, leaning down to kiss him on his stubble face. She could already feel his crotch growing outwards brushing against her groin, excitement building between them. She considered Deacon a bad influence on her; she never would’ve considered having sex so publicly. She was at least glad this spot was so secluded.
Deacon certainly didn’t seem to mind as he sat up and removed his own clothes, discarding them carelessly as if his patches weren’t important to him. The truth was they weren’t, not compared to his love for her. The club might be his family but he would willingly give it all up for her if he had to. At least he always told himself he would. He put his arms around her as she traced the tattoos on his skin with her fingers, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. The next thing to be removed was their trousers, and it was Sarah who took the lead by pulling Deacon’s jeans off first. Deacon was surprised but thought better of mentioning her boldness. He got rewarded for his silence when she took hold of his manhood and wrapped her mouth around it. The blowjob was heavenly.
Sarah put the skills she developed through her college years into action in pleasing her new fiancé. It never took much to impress the biker and she had him gasping for more even after he ejaculated into the nearby lake. She made a point never to swallow what comes out of his dick. No sooner than she was finished Deacon had her on her back prying her pants from her hips along with her underwear leaving her completely naked. She smiled in glee as her thighs parted and Deacon’s head fell upon her pussy to gorge himself on her juices. For an ex military man who spent his time in a biker gang Deacon somehow knew how to make a woman melt with pleasure as she ripped his hat from his head to grip his hair for support. Her hips buckled and writhed until she couldn’t take it any longer and begged him to enter her.
He happily obliged as he leapt up to kiss her and slip his rock hard erection into her silky pussy. Within seconds they were rutting and fucking on the grass mashing their lips together with wild abandon. They didn’t care if this was private property and that at any point someone might come and evict them, if they walked in on the two naked lovers now they would have to wait until they were finished.
Sarah climaxed before Deacon was even halfway done, but the woman had a big appetite. She had Deacon on his back before her orgasm had even subsided, mounting him looking deep into his eyes. She had every intention of riding him like he rides his bike, all night if she could. She put her palms on his muscles and bounced on his lap, panting and moaning with every motion. Deacon lay back, rubbing her thighs letting her use him, his cock aching for her body and ready to burst. After a few minutes he did, grunting hard as he pumped his cum into her pussy. She squeezed him dry, climaxing with him, her nails digging into his flesh. When they were both done she slipped off and lay down beside him.
They lay together for a few minutes, basking in the post-sex bliss. She used the time to admire the skull ring Deacon gave her as the engagement ring, noting she’ll have to help him pick out a real ring later. Deacon promised he would, though right how he was just happy she said yes as he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her neck. She smiled, inviting him to continue celebrating. He re-entered her from behind, his lubricated cock rewarded with access to her anus, and the two resumed their sexual intercourse. Sarah didn’t often let Deacon fuck her in the ass so he made the most of it, reaching around her waist to finger her pussy too. She let him have his way with her, twisting her head to kiss him rubbing her clit and breasts. They fucked until Deacon ejaculate into her ass, leaving them both spent and delirious with pleasure as Sarah rolled onto her back with Deacon on top of her.
Their celebrating, however, was interrupted when Sarah’s mobile Zoe’s from inside her jeans. Deacon told her to ignore it, distracting her with kisses, but she reached into their pile of clothes and retrieved it anyway. Moments later the romance was over and she shoved him off her and sat up to answer the call, her face dropping in disappointment. He sighed too, recognizing the sign she was going to have to return to work. Sure enough, she ended the call and told him she needed to get back so they reluctantly got dressed and he gave her a lift. The only consolation was they left that clearing engaged.