THIS ONE IS M CHAPTER. LIKE I SAID ELI WILL BE HAVING A NEW LOVE, BUT JOHNNY WILL APPEAR AGAIN.

ANYWAYS ON WITH THE CHAPTER.

TIME SKIP: 1 Year

I slowly woke up, groaning at the sun coming into the bedroom. Grabbing the pillow I placed it over my head. Ignoring the chuckle beside me.

"Eli." Deckard whispered, having pulled me closer to him. "Hey."

I hummed as his lips attacked my neck. "Hmm?"

Flipping me on to my back and him hovering over me, he pushed my legs apart and settled in between them. He was wearing nothing, but his boxers at the moment. I mean I didn't mind, I really did enjoy running my hands down his abs and his back.

So I am guessing you all wanted to know how I am here in bed with shaw. Well you see after our first date I had with him, he called the next day and asked me out once more. I wasn't doing anything and agreed. He took me to a fair, and then to a cliff where we made out like teenagers. I don't remember when was the last time I had so much fun. I mean don't get me wrong I still think of Johnny every damn second of the day. But shaw has been rally good in taking my mind off him. Deckardhad shown so many sides of himself. He is very protective, possessive, high sex drive, but like Johnny he kept his work life away. We dated for two moths, then he left for five months. He called, but never told me where he went or what he was doing. I really doubt he worked in what he told me he worked in. He left for long times, he'd come beat up sometimes or sometimes his shirts would be stained with blood. But yet at the moment I have no urge to get into it. For once I was living my life the way I wanted. free and with out having to look over my shoulder for anything.

I pulled Deckardinto a hug, as he settled over me with a content sigh. I thought back to the our fifth date I believe it was. We had gone to see a movie and me being me had said we should go walking. Of course none of us had thought to check the weather and as we were heading back to his place, rain began to pour down on us. Deckard removed his jacket and placed it over me as we ran to his place. When we arrived he had me remove everything, but my undergarment and wear his t-shirt. Damn thing fit me big, but I always liked wearing guy shirts. He placed my clothes in the dryer, as I turned the fire place on and asked him to get the iPad to watch a movie. We had settled on the couch, watching a movie as well. My body was leaning against his, with my back to his chest. Up until this time we had not slept together and believe me I have given him so many damn hints! Men can be so clueless sometimes. Ironicallywe ended up falling asleep that night on the couch. But the next day was when it all started.

It started out innocent enough, but the taste of him was so intoxicating that it did not stay that way. I had every intention of 'getting to know' Deckard in every way possible, and we had no reason to slow down this time - no in-laws that we might offend, children that we might scar or neighbors we might scandalize.

I couldn't seem to get close enough to him. His sweater was gone, his skin smooth and hot beneath my fingers, but it wasn't enough. When I tried to help Deckard with the buttons on my shirt to speed things up a little, he brushed my hands away. "Let me."

And so I took the opportunity to catch my breath as he dispensed with the buttons and pushed the garment off my shoulders and down my arms. The bra was next, and I'd swear that Deckard's eyes glazed over. I almost laughed at the thought that he was impressed by my barely B cups, but his hands on me drove that thought from my mind.

"You're so beautiful, Eli." He murmured, his fingers plucking my aching nipples as I gasped involuntarily. And then he dipped his head and took one entire breast into his mouth - licking and sucking before lightly scraping his teeth against the tip.

Jesus, God, yes...! I screamed in my mind, grinding against him. He was...ahhh...so good with his mouth... and he continued to prove it, drawing a load moan from my throat.

That made him laugh, and he pulled away from my tits, pressing a kiss to my throat. I laughed too - sort of...and figured that he needed to know what it felt like. So my fingers went exploring, down over his pecs, and through his chest hair until the gentle scrape of my fingernail against one of his nipples caused him to gasp.

I smiled, "I'm sorry baby." I leaned over to press a kiss against the tender disc, giving it a little lick in the process.

Deckard groaned, "Christ, Eli."

"What?" I feigned innocence, straightening up. "You like that?" He neither confirmed nor denied, so I took that as a 'yes' and glided a finger over the tiny bud on the other side of his chest. His nostrils flared, and I smiled, "You do like it."

And then, in order to test my theory properly, I slid down to the floor and spread his legs a little wider so that I could move between them. Sliding my hands slowly along his inner thighs, I let my right hand come to rest on top of his straining cock, while the other traveled up to his chest once more. This time, when I licked his nipple, I bit down slightly, and I felt his cock swell as he gasped yet again. Vindicated, I gave another little lick and kiss, before stretching up to take Deckard's mouth with mine once more, at the same time squeezing with my right hand.

"You are bad." He breathed shakily, settling his shoulders back against the couch again while I began to work on his belt buckle.

He had no idea. "Oh, I don't know." I teased, pulling his belt free of the loops. "Do bad girls take you to heaven?"

"Is that what you're going to do?" He laughed. "Take me to heaven?"

"That's the plan." I proceeded to open his jeans. "You on board with that?"

His "Mmm-hmmm" was a little strangled sounding, but he obediently lifted his hips for me so that I could tug his jeans and shorts down enough to release him. And then, as I closed my hand around his thick, hot flesh, he groaned again.

I loved that. Loved the low, guttural sound that told me he liked what I was doing. Liked the way I stroked him. Liked the way I licked him. And really liked the way I took him in my mouth.

"Christ." He wrapped my long hair around his hands to hold it out of the way so he could watch me as I bobbed up and down on him. My left hand was splayed across his abs, and I could feel his whole body tense each time his cock hit the back of my throat.

Oh, he was very easy to please - and that made me want to please him all the more. A little deeper, a little more suction, a little squeeze of the balls, and I could tell he was about to lose it. He dragged me away from him, back up onto his lap, and kissed me hard. "Holy Fuck, Eli."

Yes, Holy Fuck indeed!

"Come on." He stood, pulling his pants up enough so that he could walk, and then held his hand out to me.

His bedroom was dark, but the light from the hallway was more than sufficient. Deckard shucked the rest of his clothes in record time, and then went to work trying to wriggle me out of my jeans. And then there we were - naked at last.

It was cool in the room, so I tossed back the covers before scooting into the middle of the bed, Deckard only a moment behind me. We didn't talk just then - instead, he fit me against him, from shoulder to toe, and kissed me. Lord, did he kiss me! Like he was starving.

I could barely breathe, but I didn't want his lips to leave mine. His hands started to explore, gliding down the curve of my back to my bottom, and then a little lower before coming back up to squeeze and stroke.

Finally, breaking away for some much-needed air, Deckard growled against my ear, "I love your sweet little ass."

And I loved what he was doing to that ass and the way his fingers stroked lower to my inner thigh, barely brushing the wetness of my thus-far ignored slit. I sighed, and strained against him, sliding one leg between his as I sought a little friction. But Deckard had other plans, and he rolled me onto my back, sliding one arm beneath my neck.

His free hand continued to roam - teasing my breasts until I was about to start begging - before sliding lower, over my stomach to where I wanted him most. I raised one knee to allow him better access and stopped breathing altogether when his fingers finally made contact with my slick, silken flesh.

"Jesus, Eli you are so soft," He murmured almost reverently, sliding one finger from my hole slowly upwards to circle my anxious clit. "So soft."

I wanted him to stroke me harder, faster, instead of the deliberate, unhurried touches that were driving me out of my mind. But then, a few short seconds later, he reminded me why he was my favorite: he moved down in the bed, draped my legs over his shoulders, set his mouth to me and showed me how truly talented he was with his tongue.

Long, slow swipes had my belly quivering before he even got serious. He explored everywhere, plunging his tongue deep inside me before licking his way leisurely up to my severely neglected clit. I arched against him then, wanting more. Needing more. And so he focused his attention right there, flicking me mercilessly one moment, and sucking me into his mouth the next, scraping me gently with his teeth before salving with the flat of his tongue.

I could not suppress my moans. One of my hands was anchored in his hair, the other was on my breast as my hips surged repeatedly against him. And then two of his fingers were inside me, pressing deep then curving against the sensitive walls as he pulled out. Again, and again until I dug my heels into the bed, arched my back, and took my pleasure with one long, keening cry.

My womb was still throbbing and my legs shaking when Deckard placed a tender kiss against my belly. He moved northward, touching his lips to my ribs, my right breast, neck and earlobe. I shivered, and smiled when he murmured, "Damn, Eli."

Understatement of the year. Deckardhad definitely reset the bar.

My heart swelled as I hugged his neck tightly and, without thinking, whispered, "Thank you."

"Oh, we're not done, sweetheart." He promised, making me laugh.

"Really?" I asked breathlessly, playing along, even as one hand drifted down his body to close around the erection insistently poking my hip. "What could possibly be more wonderful than that?"

"Let me find a condom and I'll show you."

I closed my eyes for a moment, and he was back in bed beside me. "Let me." I offered, taking the packet from his hand, and tearing it open. "Now lay back, this won't hurt a bit."

I hadn't really intended to do anything other than put his condom on, but he felt so good in my hand - hot silk over steel - that I couldn't stop myself from playing just a little first. And that stroking turned into squeezing, and licking, and sucking until Martin had to physically pull me away.

"You're fired, Eli." He plucked the condom from my fingers and covered himself in a matter of seconds.

But I had definitely wound him up again and he was perhaps not quite as gentle as he had planned to be when he pressed me down into the mattress and pushed his thick cock into me. Not that I was complaining. Good God, no.

He filled me on that very first stroke, and I could feel him throbbing inside me as he took a moment to gather his wits. But I did not want him to think with anything other than his dick just then. No, I wanted passion, and blood, and pounding, so I arched my hips in invitation and squeezed my inner walls around him.

"You are evil." He breathed unsteadily, even as he started to move inside me. Oh yes...that was good...

"Teach me a lesson then, Mr. Shaw." Yes...like that...

I knew it went against every fiber of his being to be cruel, or to intentionally hurt me, so it didn't surprise me that he laughed, breaking his rhythm momentarily. Then, surprisingly, he sat back on his heels, and pulled me up against him. With my legs wrapped around his hips, I had no leverage, and I was forced to wind my arms around his neck to stay upright. But his cock was still inside me, and that was the important thing.

One of his hands was at the base of my spine, keeping me connected to him as he rolled his hips towards me. But the other tangled in my hair as he kissed me hard. "How shall I punish you, sweetheart?"

I rubbed my tits against his chest, and gave him a really honest answer, "I think if you fuck me really, really hard I will definitely learn my lesson."

He smiled at that, and kissed me again, softer this time. "It's not punishment if you like it and I have a feeling you'd like that way too much."

Damn! "You know, I think I asked for a lesson, not a punishment." I murmured against his lips.

His tongue tangled with mine, and my heatwas tightening around him again. "But you deserve a punishment."

Just when I was about to argue my case further, Deckard popped me smartly on the ass. "Jesus!"

He hadn't struck me too hard, just enough to sting, his hand moved tosoothed the offended cheek, stroking gently and squeezing, which made my insides liquify. "I'm sorry, but you deserved that."

No question about it, I did deserve that one spank. And I also deserved the sweet fondling my ass was now receiving. I pressed my lips to his, and rocked awkwardly against him, needing it deeper than this position allowed. He got the message, and I was flat on my back once more.

This time, his mouth stayed on mine as he thrust into my body. It was so fucking hot the way he kissed me, and teased me, all the while giving it to me hard and deep. Mmmm...yes...I liked it that way...

And then he raised his chest from mine and exhaled sharply. "It feels too good, Eli."

"It does." I reached behind my head to grab hold of the slats in the headboard and proceeded to angle my hips a little more sharply to take him deeper.

"Christ." He muttered, slamming into me. "Ah, fuck."

Yes...fuck me...oh yesss... God, yessss... Please...My body tightened around his, arching in pleasure as I spiraled out of control.

That pushed Deckard over the edge, and with a mighty groan, he spilled himself inside me.

Present:

I ran my hand up and down his back as he laid on me. If I didn't know him better, I would have swore he'd be asleep. These past few days he had been tense. He'd come home and say nothing. Most he'd take a shower and leave again. This was only when I was here, who knows what he did when I wasn't. But then he'd arrive and be sweet, gentle, charming and very demanding.

"Eli." Deckard mumbled.

"Hmm?"

He lifted his upper body, his hands on the side of my head as he looked down at me. "I have to leave for a while once more. I don't know for how long, but I have to take care of some things. Just know I will come back."

I frowned at him. He never did this, I mean he will say good bye and all. But this? This was like a good bye forever. i had grown to seeing him a few weeks and not for months. Why was he saying this? "Is everything okay?"

Deckard leaned down taking my lips with his. "Whatever you heard, just remember my reasons."

Not allowing me to respond, he kissed me deeply. It was as if he was trying to take the air from my lungs. He was never like this, he never kissed me they vigorously. He was completely in control and only getting more by the second. He refused any foreplay and simply went for it. Feeling his tip stroke against me, I braced myself as he thrusted into me.

"Fuck!" My hands flew around his neck and pulled him down. I had to bury my face in the crock of his neck, our breathes mixing together as we thrusted in a steady rhythm. His hands by my head were clenched, his breathing was hot and heavy. Opening my eyes and looking at him, I was fascinated by him. His forehead and back were sweaty, causing him to glisten in the light. His eyes ether focused on my eyes or on my mouth. There were moments he would close them in a clear sign of pleasure, his mouth slightly open to let out a small moan. Closing my eyes, I swallowed a groan as he hit the right spot. Keeping my eyes close, I focused on the immenseof pleasure I was getting. His thrust were slow and hard, he was dragging it out as much as he could.

"Your eyes...Eli...open them." Deckardgroaned, his left hand flying to grip my hip.

Opening my eyes, I stared into his and his thrust became fast and sloppy. His hand digging into my hip. I wanted to move, shift in an effort to get him deeper into me. Problem was he had me in place, right where he wanted me. watching his eyes I wanted for that one small light. His eyes would shine with pleasureas he would cum. just as I spotted it, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him into a kiss and flip us around. As I rode him, his hands gripped my hip and pulled me down hard on him just as he and I came.

"Jesus!"

"Fuck!"

Just as my high came down, I laid on him. He was warm and so damn comfortable to sleep on. I knew he wouldn't be here when I awaken and sometimes that scared me. This could be the last time I ever saw him. Feeling his hand run through my hair, I gave a content sigh. I really didn't hope so.

It had been three weeks since Deckard had left. Not a call, text or email. That was weird, he always contacted me way or another. I didn't want to worry, but then again I was. Glancing at my watch, I had to head home. Turning oft he laptop and grabbing my purse I waved goodbye to my coworker at the mechanic shop i worked at. It was past three pm and I had to walk Athena.

As I grabbed Athena and clipped her leash on, I took her on her walk. I wasn't really paying to much attention to my surrounds, as I listened to my music. So I was pretty shocked to see three men standing before me.

"What the hell?!" Grabbing Athena I pulled her closer to me. She wasn't too friendly with strangers. "Who are you?"

The tallest of the three, lowered his head and stared at me. "Elizabeth Toretto."

I frowned. "Who is asking?"

"We need you to come with us." Chubby spoke.

"Great and all you need now is a truck and a sign that says free candy." Rolling my eyes I continuedto walk home. Feeling the leash being snatch from my hand, I stopped and kicked one on the leg. "What the fuck is your problem?!"

The cute one walked up to me and gave me a look. "We have been order to extract you and bring you back to HQ."

"Orders by who?" I asked.

"Your brother Dominic." Tall man said.