Two days later and Deacon was still at his aunt's home. He had no idea what to do about Bridget. Yes it was true he still loved her but the sting of knowing about this guy Jason....it was still there. Even though Bridget insisted that there was nothing between them he couldn't be sure. He had heard that line before and frankly he was tired of it. Sick of being used for a one night stand or to make a boyfriend jealous. Like that bitch Jill. He still fumed when he thought of how manipulative she had been. Made up a story about how she had an abusive boyfriend who she tried to leave but would constantly stalk her and how scared he made her. Even through in a tidbit about how this boyfriend was just like her abusive father growing up. Going on about how it was like reliving the whole nightmare over again. Really poured it on. She really had him fooled until...that night that he went to her apartment and found her naked on top of this so-called "abusive boyfriend" with a bottle of gin sitting on the floor. The two were both hammered and Jill didn't even bother to pretend nothing was going on. The next day Jill confessed that she made up the whole thing and had been going through a rough time with Gary, the boyfriend, and she was just trying to make Gary see what he was missing. She didn't even bother to apologize for her deceit. After that whole episode Deacon had been extremely cautious about getting seriously involved with anyone. Then he had met another girl. Her name was Diana. He was so sure she really cared about him but soon his eyes were opened when he found her in the bedroom of his private suite at Lucky Hearts screwing the brains out of some guy she had met. He threw her out and decked the guy she was with. Diana yelled that he was a loser and this other guy gave her what he never could. Fooled yet again. All these girls thought about was using him. They never gave a damn about him. Not even a little bit. It was all about being able to say they were with him. He swore he was never getting involved with anyone ever again. He didn't care. He wanted no part of it. But then Bridget came along. Sweet beautiful Bridget. Everything changed when he saw those innocent blue eyes. When she said she loved him...he believed it. Their lovemaking was so real. There was no fake emotion involved. It wasn't just about physical attraction. He felt something for her he never felt before in his life. She was so sweet and her body was so soft next to his...This time he thought he finally found the one. The one who cared about HIM. Who gave a damn. The phone calls, the e-mails..especially that picture of her in that hot bikini....he truly believed Bridget was real. Then he finds out about some guy named Jason. She was seeing this guy for about a month. About right after the time, she had met him. Again although she was very insistent that he was a friend and nothing more...he didn't know if he could believe her. Sighing he decided to put it out of his mind. His masseuse Rosa was coming over soon. He thought a massage may do him some good. Help him relax and get his mind focused. Rosa was a good listener too. She was a pleasant Mexican woman in her early sixties. A few minutes later the doorbell rang and he went over to answer it.
"Hi Rosa." He greeted.
"Ello Deacon." She replied in her Mexican accent. "Nice to see you."
She brought her massage table in and began to set it up. Deacon changed out of his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. He laid down on the table and waited for Rosa to return with her massage oils. He rested his head while he waited for her to begin the massage as she entered back into the room.
Bridget stood there looking him over. God he was sexy. She was practically drooling as her eyes traveled over his body. And knowing he didn't have anything on underneath that towel...It drove her out of her mind. Carefully, she walked over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders and began to rub. Deacon groaned and Bridget felt a ripple of desire run through her core. Her hands carefully made their way down to his back and she gently rubbed him down. "Oh yeah...that's nice..." sighed Deacon. Bridget was getting more and more turned on. Her nipples were rock hard and she was getting very wet. Gently her hands moved to his sides and then back up his back and to his shoulders and arms.
Deacon suddenly felt aroused. That's odd. He thought to himself. Rosa's massages never caused this reaction. He was getting a very strong hard on. Something didn't make sense. How could this being turning him on? Deacon then realized Rosa's hands felt a lot softer than usual. Soon he felt a hand rubbing his inner thigh and he now rock hard.
It took all Bridget had not to slide her hand over a little bit further....How she wanted to sooo bad! Not being able to stand it anymore..she leaned down and gently kissed his shoulder. "I love you.." She whispered softly.
Deacon sprung up and Bridget was knocked back a bit. He covered himself with the towel and glared at her. "What the hell are you doing!" He yelled.
"Deacon....please...don't be mad at me..."
"What are you doing here? How the hell did you get in here?"
"I..I came to see you and I saw this woman drive up..."
Deacon picked his clothes up off the floor and stormed out. He returned dressed and still fuming.
Bridget stared back at him defiantly. "I don't care if you are mad at me. I love you. You hear me! I love you! You can't..." Bridget began to sob. "You can't leave us....Please Deacon..."
Deacon's demeanor softened a bit as he took her in his arms and held her as she sobbed. He was confused as to what she meant by "can't leave us"...He figured she meant that he couldn't give up on them. "Bridget." He said.
"I love you Deacon. I swear I love you! I don't love Jason. I don't want Jason. I only want YOU. Please....you can't....you can't leave....I can't do this on my own. I need you."
Deacon pulled back and stared at Bridget. "Do what on your own? Bridget what are you talking about?"
Bridget wiped her tears away and sniffed. "Please say you love me. Please Deacon!" She looked at him with her eyes pleading. She didn't know what else to possibly say. She was at a loss. All she could do was tell him she loved him. "I love you." She said quietly.
Deacon kissed the top of her head and walked to the kitchen. He returned with a glass of iced tea for Bridget. "Here." He said handing it to her.
She took the glass and sat down on the sofa. Taking a sip, she then set the glass down. She found a handkerchief in her purse and wiped her eyes.
"Bridget.." He started. "I'm going to need to some time...this is a lot to deal with."
"No it's not!" She exclaimed getting up from the sofa and throwing her arms around him. "I love you. That's all that matters." With that she pressed her lips against his and kissed him passionately. If Deacon had any resistance to her...it had gone away. He held her body tightly and returned her kiss. Soon he lifted her up off the floor and carried her to the bedroom. He set her down and Bridget stood there in the late afternoon sun that shined through the window. Deacon shut the door and walked over to her. He wanted her. Badly.
He slowly caressed her cheek and chin with his fingers. "You are so beautiful.." He said softly. Deacon slowly slid the strap of Bridget's light pink dress off her shoulder. Bridget's nipples hardened beneath her dress as she felt his soft touch. He then slowly slid the other strap down off her other shoulder. He unzipped the back and the garment fell to the floor.
Oh My God she's beautiful. Deacon thought to himself as he admired her body. Her perfect round firm breasts with nipples like strawberries. He wanted to suckle on them so bad.
Bridget felt an electric shock run through her body as his hands touched her hips and slid off her tiny white cotton bikini underwear.
Deacon's eyes looked her over in all her naked splendor. He felt his erection growing even more. Never could he have imagined anyone turning him on like she was at that moment.. He placed his hand in her bare back and pulled her close to him. He gave her a look that said I want you. He captured her mouth in a deep passionate kiss as he held her tight. Bridget could feel his hardness against her body. He wanted her to feel it. Wanted her to know how bad he wanted her. Bridget closed her eyes and her breathing heightened as his lips moved to her soft neck. She felt his hand slide over her rump and she shuddered at the extreme pleasure she received as his hand moved between her legs. "You love that don't you baby?" He whispered in her ear. Enjoying the fact that she was so wet. "Yes..." She replied in a daze. "Oh God...." She shuddered again. She could feel him breathing on her neck and it was driving her mad. His finger began to trace her nipple and Bridget thought she was going to burst. "Yes Deacon...." She moaned softly. His tongue then licked that same nipple and Bridget's body was on fire. He stared at her sensually and Bridget returned his gaze with a look of desire. "Lick the other one." She said huskily.
"You just love having that done to you." He said seductively as he did as she asked of him.
Deacon then lifted her up and placed her down on the bed. He leaned over her as she gazed up at him. One thing was certain, she was going to come hard for him. Just the way he liked her to. His lips touched hers again in another deep passionate kiss. Bridget groaned as he kissed her. His hand moved down to her breast. He played with her nipple with his skillful fingers. With his other hand he caressed her thigh. Bridget had moved her legs apart inviting him to touch her. Not to disappoint her his slid his finger inside her hot wet heaven and Bridget moaned loving how it felt. "Yes...Oh God Yes..." He moved his fingers faster and Bridget arched her back. Just as an orgasm was about to hit Bridget hard, Deacon removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth. "OH GOD!" She cried. His suckled her hard and Bridget thought she was going to die. It was total heaven. He moved her legs further apart as he continued his sensual torture. "Deacon Deacon..." Bridget cried as her orgasm was coming on strong. She cried out in a fit of passion. Grinning, Deacon removed his head from her legs and watched as Bridget writhed on the bed with a wild look in her eyes. She hadn't wanted him to stop. "Deacon.." She pleaded. "Deacon...please...don't stop...."
"Relax baby." He said kissing her forehead. He looked down at her rock hard erect nipples and his mouth watered. He slowly licked the side of her breast with his tongue. His tongue licked her entire breast and Bridget sighed. He moved to her other breast and did the exact same thing. Deacon looked down at her and slowly caressed her hair. Her eyes were pleading with him. "Deacon..." She cried. He slowly unbuttoned his navy blue shirt revealing his muscular body that drove Bridge crazy. Carefully he unzipped his black khakis and pulled them off which revealed his extremely hard member. Bridget gazed at him. She never before in her life saw a man as sexy as he was. His whole body was tone. Her eyes stared at his hard shaft. He grinned as she saw her eyeing him. "You want that baby?"
"Yesss..." said Bridget with passion in her voice. "I want you..."
He walked over to the bed and climbed in beside her. He pulled her towards his aching throbbing shaft. As he again tasted her sweet lips of wine. Laying her down on her back he inched her legs apart and slide his hardness inside her. He moved slowly wanting her to enjoy it as long as possible. Bridget groaned as he pumped into her.
"You love this don't you baby?" He whispered to her. "Love how good it feels.."
"Yes..."Bridget groaned. "So good....Oh God..." She closed her eyes loving how wonderful he felt.
Deacon eyed her nipples which were aching for him. He carefully sucked one causing Bridget to groan even more. Knowing how much she loved that, he sucked on the other one. "Oh God Deacon..."
"That's right....You enjoy it baby.....Oh God...Bridget...You feel so damn good..."
He felt her orgasm starting so he quickened his pace with the headboard slamming against the wall and the bed shaking and squeaking beneath them. "Oh God...Deacon...Yes...Oh...Right there right there..."
"You like it there baby?"
"Yes..yess...oh God yes!"
"You take it there then..." He said pumping even harder into her.
"Deacon...Deacon.." Bridget exclaimed with her oncoming orgasm. "Oh God! Deacon..." Bridget cried out with her orgasm and Deacon followed with his own which came on just as hard as hers. Bridget laid back on the bed in total amazement. Like always she was amazed at just how great Deacon was in bed. No great wasn't the word. Fantastic. Magnificent. Those were better descriptions.
Bridget smiled and snuggled close to him. "I love you."
He replied by kissing her temple. "I know baby." He said.
She climbed on top of him and straddled him. "I love you Deacon Sharpe." She leaned down and placed kisses on his chest. He closed his eyes as her mouth traveled down his body and took his hard shaft in her mouth. "Oh God..." He groaned. He laid back enjoying the intense pleasure he felt with her lips touching him her tongue licking the side of his rock hard manhood. "Yes Bridget...." His orgasm came on and he sighed. "You are incredible." He said to her as he fingers touched her face. He pulled her back to him. Bridget moved herself on his body and their passionate love making started over and over again. After their last round, Deacon was leaning over Bridget and kissing her neck.
"Deacon..." squealed Bridget as he kissed a sensitive spot on her neck. "That tickles..."
"Oh?" He grinned. "You ticklish babe?" His hand moved down her body and began tickling her ribs.
Bridget giggled. "Stop that..." She squirmed away but Deacon pulled her back. He moved his fingers under her left arm and began tickling her. "Stop it..." Bridget squealed with laughter.
"You know you love it." He grinned.
"Deacon..." Bridget laughed trying to get away. She finally managed to wriggle out of his grasp. She sat on the bed and kissed him. Deacon laid her back down on the bed and leaned over her. Caressing her hair, he gazed lovingly at her. "What do you want baby?" He asked with passion in his voice.
Bridget smiled. "What do you want to do?"
"Everything..." He said as his hand slid over her full breast.
"Then that's what I want." Bridget replied sensually. He moved his mouth on her breasts and began nibbling on her nipples.
"Deacon..." giggled Bridget. "That tickles...." The room filled with Bridget's melodious laughter. She gently pushed him away and they sat up on the bed. Bridget wrapped her arms around him and ran her finger tips down his back. "I love you." She said as she kissed him.
He responded with a deep kiss on her lips. He loved kissing her lips. They tasted so sweet. Just like her.
The kiss broke and Bridget looked at him adoringly. "You love me Deacon?"
"I love what you are doing right now..." He replied as she traced his chest with her finger.
"Be serious." grinned Bridget.
"Stop turning me on..." He said as he pulled her to him and kissed her again.
"No. I like turning you on." said Bridget seductively.
"I know you do. You like it when I get hard."
"I do." said Bridget kissing his shoulder.
"You enjoy torturing me with your sexiness.."
"I love it." whispered Bridget hotly.
"You probably turn on all the male doctors at the hospital..."
Bridget giggled. "I do no such thing.."
"Yes you do. They are standing there minding their own business looking at some patient's chart then you come walking in and all of a sudden..they have a hard on."
"I can't control these things.." Bridget said innocently.
She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled close to him. "Deacon...I want you to know that I love you and Jason means nothing to me. You have to believe me."
Deacon sighed. "I want to baby it's just..."
"Just what?" asked Bridget sitting up.
"I've been burned before." He said.
"You have?"
"I don't want it to happen again. I don't want to be used to make someone jealous. Like with Jill."
"Jill? Who's Jill?"
"This girl who I thought cared about me only to find out she didn't. She manipulated me into believing she was in an abusive relationship and wanted out...Till I find out it was all a lie. She used me to make her boyfriend jealous."
"That's horrible." Bridget wished she knew who this Jill was. She'd love to knock her teeth out.
"And that's not all." continued Deacon. "There was another girl. Diana. I thought she cared also. She had played me. I found her screwing another guy. She didn't care about me at all. She wanted to use me for no other reason than to just use me."
"Deacon listen to me. I would never do that to you. I swear. I love YOU. I want to be with YOU. I'm not using you. I swear to you Jason does NOT mean anymore to me than a friend."
Deacon turned and looked into her blue eyes. There was something in them that made him believe...just maybe...she WAS being truthful. She did mean it when she said Jason was a friend and nothing more. She had to mean it. She could not have just made love to him if she had any ounce of feelings for this guy. He could feel how strong her love was for him. There wasn't any doubt in his mind anymore. Bridget was his and no one else's.
"I love you baby." He said he took her in his arms and held her. "I know you love me. That's all I care about."
Bridget smiled. "Deacon.." She said happily. "That's all I care about too. You loving me."
She then pulled away. "Honey...there's something I've been wanting to tell you."
"What is it?"
Bridget was about to say something when the phone rang. "Just a second baby." said Deacon. He picked up the phone "Hello? Daisy what...Can't you handle it? No I'm busy right now...Well then tell Ron to...Okay Okay...I'll be right there." He sighed and hung up the phone. "Sorry baby. I have to get down to the club."
"Now? But I..."
"I know I'm sorry. I have to go." He said getting out of bed. "Just stay here..I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you." He placed a kiss on her lips and headed to take a quick shower.
Bridget got up from the bed and pulled on Deacon's shirt. She had wanted to tell him about the baby. Deacon then emerged a few minutes later from the shower and put on fresh clothes. "Deacon.." said Bridget "Can you wait a few minutes...I need to tell you something."
"Sorry baby I can't." He said tying his shoe. "I need to get going. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can. You can tell me whatever it is you need to tell me then. I love you." With that he kissed her again quickly hurried out of the house.
Bridget sat on the bed. She placed her hand on her stomach. Well she didn't get a chance to tell him yet but at least he was no longer angry with her. He believed she loved him. She just hoped he would be as happy about the baby as she was.