Bridget laid back on the bed after the latest round of lovemaking with Deacon. She didn't know what it was but they just couldn't seem to stop. Not that either of them had any desire to do so.
Smiling Bridget turned over on her side and draped her arm around Deacon. "I know I said this alot tonight but that was incredible." She sighed happily. "I didn't know it could be like this."
"Like what?" He asked as he caressed her.
"So intense and passionate and...I don't know...just wonderful."
"You deserve it." He replied kissing the side of her head. "You are a beautiful sexy woman who should be loved like that all the time."
"Sexy?" said a surprised Bridget. "I've never been called that before. My Mom has but not me."
"Well you are. And anyone who doesn't think so doesn't know what they are talking about."
"I suppose." said Bridget as she got up from the bed. Deacon looked over her naked body and starting thinking about how he wanted her again. Bridget picked up Deacon's shirt from the floor and pulled it on. She went over to the mini-fridge and got herself a Coke. Sensing something was wrong, Deacon got up from the bed and pulled his black khakis back on.
"You okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine." replied Bridget sipping her Coke.
"You still thinking about that jerk Dante?"
Bridget shook her head. "No. It's not that...I...there's something I haven't told you."
"What?" asked Deacon taking the can of soda from her hands and setting it down. He brought her closer to him and sat back down on the bed with her. "You married?" He asked as he kissed her neck.
Bridget giggled. "No. I'm not married"
"You have a kid?" asked Deacon still kissing her.
"No I don't have a kid." smiled Bridget as he unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and took her hard nipple in his mouth. "Stop that..." She said playfully pushing him away but he didn't listen.
"Let me guess." He said licking her breast. "You are beautiful sexy Bridget by day and BatGirl by night."
Bridget laughed. "No." She said swatting him and trying to keep him from being so interested in her breasts. She got up from the bed and buttoned up her shirt. "It's nothing bad or anything...I just..I guess I should have told you who I was."
"What do you mean?"
"You know how I told you that my family is in the fashion business?"
"Yeah."
"Well I should have told you that...well my family is the Forresters."
"Forresters?"
"Of Forrester Creations. I'm Bridget Forrester"
Deacon thought a minute. "Forrester Creations? Wait...I think I remember Daisy saying something awhile ago. Her husband bought her some expensive gown made by some top designer...Ridge Forrester."
Bridget nodded. "That's my brother."
"Wow." said Deacon.
"Eric Forrester is my father. Brooke Logan is my mother. She's the CEO of the company."
"So let me get this straight..." said Deacon standing up. "You are the heiress to the Forrester family fortune...daughter of a famous designer and CEO of a major corporation...and you are here with ME."
"Why wouldn't I be with you?"
"Because...you...you're rich. You can have any guy you want. Live a big fancy house...with servants...drive an expensive car. I can't give you any of that."
"Deacon." said Bridget walking towards him. "I don't care about any of that. You've give me more."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that I came here to Vegas, heartbroken and angry and you...you cared so much...you wanted to make me feel happy and loved and...you did that. I know we just met and don't really know eachother but...the few hours I've been with you...they've been amazing. I don't do this. I don't go around having incredible sex with any guy I meet...I've never done anything like this before. But with you...it's feels right. It's so great. I don't regret it. Not one second of it."
"Me either." whispered Deacon as he touched the side of her face. Within seconds the shirt Bridget had been wearing had gone back down on the floor. Bridget was laying on the bed spread out while Deacon stoked her hard with his tongue. Her arms were above her head as her hands clutched the sheets loving the pleasure he was inflicting upon her body. "Yes...yes...!" She exclaimed. "Deacon.."
Her body was trembling with her oncoming orgasm and like before it wasn't stopping Deacon. Even as she cried out, he never let up. Kept it up until she was worked up into another powerful orgasm.
"Deacon..." sighed Bridget after it had subsided. "You're going to kill me"
"You love it." He replied as his head disappeared between her legs again. Her body was on fire and the room filed with her cries of pleasure and calling out Deacon's name over and over. "Deacon...God yes Deacon!" Another orgasm hit Bridget then another then another. Her body went limp after the last one. She lay there once again hot and sweaty. Deacon gently kissed the top of her head and decided to let her rest a minute. "You okay baby?" He asked.
Bridget grinned happily. "I'm wonderful."
He picked up her can of Coke he sat set down before. It had gone warm so he got some ice and put in in a glass for her. Bridget sat on the bed still naked sipping her soda. "Can I ask you something?" She said to Deacon.
"Okay."
"Does it bother you that I come from a wealthy family?"
"Well it was certainly a surprise. I wasn't expecting you to announce that. I still don't quite get why you are with me. I mean...I'm not good at anything."
Bridget smiled sensually setting down her glass of soda. "Well I wouldn't say that..." She said as she kissed him. "I can think of a few things you are very good at."
"You know what I mean." He said standing up.
"Deacon...you own a succesfull night club here in Vegas. That's something. It took a lot of hard work and dedication but you did it. I saw all those people standing outside dying to get in. Those annoying girls calling out that they love you. That means something."
Deacon turned around. "Annoying girls?" He grinned.
Bridget blushed. "Well they were." She replied.
"So you WERE jealous." He said sitting back down on the bed.
"Maybe...a little..." said Bridget picking at the bedspread.
"You know beautiful if you were standing outside the club you would definitely get in."
"I would?" asked Bridget her eyes sparkling.
"I'd put you on the VIP list." He said kissing her neck.
"What does that entitle me too?" She asked playfully.
"A night of hot sex with me." He replied as they fell back on the bed. Deacon pressed his lips down on hers in a hard passionate kiss. Her hands touched the side of his face and her arms then wrapped around him tightly. Before long they were both naked underneath the covers engaging in yet another around of passionate sex. Deacon was astonished at how much she turned him on. He literally could not get enough of her body. He wanted her more and more. He was loving the sounds of that escaped from her and how she called out his name. Loving making her come for him hard. Her body fit his so well. It was like she was made for him. He never ever wanted to let go of her. Before he just thought she was beautiful and had a great body. She was much more than that. She was sweet and caring and thought his club was something special. And she smelled so damn good. Whatever shampoo or conditioner she was using...he would encourage her to keep using it. It had a wonderful peaches and cream scent. He loved it. Her perfume drove him wild too. A nice exotic floral scent. Wasn't too strong. Just perfect. Like her. She was perfect. A beautiful perfect sweet angel.
A few hours later, Bridget had woken up and noticed the very early morning sky. She looked over at Deacon who was sound asleep. She smiled. He looked so cute sleeping. She kissed his temple and slowly got out of bed. She picked her dress up off the floor and headed towards the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, she dressed and came back out to the bedroom. As she was putting on her shoes, Deacon awoke. "Hey." He said sleepily.
"Morning." She smiled.
"What time is it?" asked Deacon as he yawned.
"Almost 6:30." replied Bridget.
"What are you doing up? Get back in bed."
"I have to go. I have to pack. My plane leaves in a few hours."
"Plane?" asked Deacon more awake.
"I'm leaving today." explained Bridget.
"What? No." said Deacon getting up and quickly throwing on some clothes. "You can't leave."
"I have to get home." said Bridget.
"No. Don't go." pleaded Deacon. "Stay"
"I can't stay. I told you I was only in town for a few days."
"You didn't tell me you were leaving now."
"I know...I'm sorry. I didn't want to spoil it. We were having such a great time..I didn't want to ruin it.
I'm sorry"
"Bridget you can't leave. Please. Stay. Stay with me...I love you."
Bridget smiled. "I love you too Deacon. But I can't stay here. It wouldn't be right."
"What do you mean?"
"We come from two different worlds. You like your life here in Vegas with your wonderful club. I can't ask you to give that up. I have my own life in L.A. My work at the hospital. My family."
"So that's it? It's over"
"Deacon you are so wonderful. I do love you. Our lives are very different."
"Bridget I don't want you to leave. I love you. You can live with me. I'll take care of you. You can get work at a hospital here."
"My family is in L.A. I don't want to leave them."
"So I'm never going to see you again? Is that it?"
"What we shared last night meant a lot to me. I'm never going to forget you."
"Bridget you can't do this. You can't leave. Marry me."
"I can't marry you."
"Why not?"
"You know why. Hey I can always come back to visit. Any time you want to get laid." She said jokingly.
Deacon nodded. He supposed she was right. He couldn't ask her to give up her life in L.A. Her family was there. Her whole life was there. And it was true he couldn't leave his club. It was his whole life.
"I love you Deacon. You made me feel beautiful and loved again"
"You are beautiful. And you deserve loved"
Bridget gave him one last kiss and turned to leave.
"Hey." Deacon said.
Bridget turned around. "I'll put you on the VIP list."
Bridget smiled and turned and walked out.
Deacon stood back fighting the urge to follow her. He heard the door shut and he sat down on the bed and a tear trickled down in face.
Bridget stood outside the suite fighting back her own tears.