Bridget smiled as she hung up her dress still in the garment bag. Only a few days more and she would be Deacon's wife. She shut the closet door and Deacon came up behind her. "So." He said kissing her neck. "How many hard ons did you cause today?"
Bridget turned bright red and a smile went across her face. It was one of the things she loved about Deacon. He always managed to make a statement like that seem hot and not vulgar. It was that sensual, seductive tone that drove her mad.
Bridget pretended to think. "Well..there was the man at the shoe store...and then there was the waiter at the restaurant Mom and I went to for lunch...and I think the cook who prepared my lunch...it was a slow day." She grinned.
Deacon turned her to face him and placed a kiss on her lips. Bridget broke the kiss and smiled at her fiance. "How many women did you drive wild today?"She asked with her eyes sparkling.
"Too many to count." He said staring at her bottom lip. "I wish these women would stop coming on to me all the time...I keep telling them I'm engaged..."
"Want me to be your bodyguard?" Bridget laughed.
"YOU are the one who needs a bodyguard." He said as he kissed her again. "You are so damn beautiful...you have no idea. I love you so much."
"I love you too." Bridget replied. "And in only a few days...I get to be your wife."
"Nothing is going to stop it." He said as he pulled her close and held her tight. He didn't tell Bridget but he did notice Diana lurking in the club. He didn't know what she wanted and he didn't care. He was pretty sure that asshole Jason put her up to it. He knows he plotting something. Deacon could understand why Jason would want Bridget. She was sexy and beautiful and innocent and sweet. Plus there was the way she was in bed. God he loved having sex with her. She was so hot and sensual yet still sweet and loving. Of course Jason didn't know that part of Bridget and he was never going to. Not ever. No way that bastard was getting his hands on her. He never met the guy but he already didn't like him. How could he? The way he insulted Bridget when she told him the truth. It forever put a blackmark against him in Deacon's eyes.
Deacon looked down at the beautiful being in his arms. He was wanting her again. Badly.
Bridget grinned recognizing that look in his eyes. "You want something?" She asked innocently.
"You." replied Deacon.
Bridget looked down noticing his erection and smiled. "I can tell.."
"Like you aren't wet." He said his eyes drifting down her body. "I know how hot and tight you are inside those.."
"Shut up." Bridget blushed.
Deacon ignored her. "And I know those nipples are hard underneath that shirt.."
"What's your point?" asked Bridget pretending to be annoyed yet at the same time very turned on.
"You want it as bad as I do right now."
"So?" Bridget said with a smile.
"So get those clothes off and get in that bed. Now."
Bridget slowly pulled her cream colored strapless top off. She carefully laid it on the chair next to the bed. She then slowly slipped her sandals off and placed them aside.
Deacon groaned. She was doing this on purpose. She was torturing him by undressing at a slow place. He felt like grabbing her and ripping her remaining clothes off but he was too mesmerized by her. Bridget took her time unzipping her matching capris and carefully folding them. She put them on the chair with her shirt.
Deacon's mouth was watering as she stood in front of him with her bra and tiny lace bikini underwear.
"Take if off." He said in a hoarsely trying to contain his excitement.
"Take what off?" Bridget asked slyly.
Both. thought Deacon. God which first? The bra covering those cute tits or those fucking sexy lace...The bra definitely the bra...no the..
"Well?" Bridget asked again enjoying Deacon's obvious dilemma.
"Bra."Deacon finally said.
Bridget reached around and slowly and carefully unhooked the back of her bra. She pulled it off and placed it with her other articles of clothing. She was now wearing just a pair of tiny pale gold lace underwear. Deacon didn't think it would be possible for her to look any sexier than she did at that moment.
"Touch yourself." He said in a heated voice.
"Touch what?" Bridget countered just as sensually.
Deacon's erection was throbbing inside his jeans. "Your tits." He replied. "I want to see you touch them."
Bridget's hands slowly cupped her breasts and fingered her erect nipples.
"More." Deacon said hotly. Bridget's fingers circled her nipples slowly and then her hands gently squeezed around the soft flesh of her breasts.
"Feel good?" asked Deacon.
"Yes." Bridget replied.
"Keep doing it baby." He instructed her as he moved closer. His eyes went to her underwear. He slowly began to pull them off and they fell to the floor. He took one of her hands from her breasts and placed it on herself. As if in a trance Bridget began to rub herself with her soft hand. Tiny moans escaped from her throat. Deacon eyes stayed on her as her breathing turning into short pants and then into a full on orgasm.
Bridget's breathing returning to slightly normal and she gazed Deacon. "Let's see you do it." She said.
He said nothing as she sauntered over to him and peeled off his shirt. He watched her unzip his jeans and said nothing as Bridget stared hungerly at his very hard manhood. She wanted it inside her so bad it was killing her. Bridget fought the urge and took Deacon's hand in hers. She placed it on himself. "Do it." She whispered. However Deacon had no intention of fulfilling her wish. Before Bridget knew what was happening...she found herself on the bed with Deacon on top of her pumping hard into her willing body. Her cries and moans of pleasure filled the room. She was intoxicated. He never took her like this before. So forcefully and with such passion..it was too hot for Bridget's mind to comprehend. She didn't care. She loved every second of it. "Deacon...Oh yes..." Bridget cried out. "Aaahhhhh.. yes..."Her orgasm overtook her body and she then collapsed.
Deacon softly kissed the side of her neck. "You forgot one person before."
"I did?" giggled Bridget.
"Yes. You forgot me."
"No I didn't. You are always hard."
"You like it that way." He said taking her again.
They made love everywhere. The bedroom, the shower, the kitchen, the living room and back to the bedroom again. Bridget had no idea what came over him but she was not about to ask any questions. She loved it and loved him. She smiled as she lay in Deacon's arms. His hand was resting on her stomach protectively. No one was taking this away. Not Jason. Not Diana. Whatever he had to do to protect the ones he loved...he was going to do it. Jason better watch out. He had no idea who he was messing with.
"I want to stay like this forever." sighed Bridget.
"Me too." Deacon said kissing her hair. He looked over at the digital alarm clock. Daisy would still down at the club. He wanted to ask her about Diana and if she said anything to her. "Baby..I have to get going." He said getting up from the bed.
"Why?" pouted Bridget.
"I have to get back to the club."
"Can I come with you?" asked Bridget.
"No. You stay right here. You come down to the club and I won't get any work done because you will constantly being distracting me with your sexiness."
"So?"
"So you stay here." He said lightly touching her chin. He went into the bathroom to shower.
Bridget thought about following him in but decided not to. He had to work. He couldn't stay there all night making love to her although she would love it if he could. Bridget placed her hand on her stomach. "Soon." She said to her unborn child. "Soon Daddy and I will be married and we are going to be a family."
A few minutes later Deacon emerged from the shower and dressed. He walked over to Bridget and kissed her. "I'll be back later. I love you."
Deacon left the apartment and went down to his car. He drove to the club and walked inside. He spotted Daisy over at the bar.
"Hey." He greeted.
"Deacon...what are you doing here? I thought you were taking the night off." said Daisy.
"I was. I am. I know Diana was here."
Daisy sighed. "She talked to you."
"No I saw her here before hiding. What did she want?"
"I honestly don't know." said Daisy. "I didn't give her a chance. I told her to get out. And to stay away from you. She said she wasn't trying to win you back that she had something important to tell you."
"Did she say what?"
"No and I didn't give her a chance to. You don't need her around."
"I don't want her around. I don't want her causing any headache for Bridget. So please don't tell Bridget she was here. Understood?"
"Not a problem." said Daisy. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to have to go see her and tell her to stay the hell out of my life. Whatever she's up to she's not getting away with it. I won't let her. No one is going to come between me and Bridget. Bridget's the best thing that ever happened to me. I'll be damned if I let that manipulative vindictive bitch take it away from me."
"I'm not a bitch Deacon."
He turned and saw Diana standing there.
"I do have something important to tell you. And you are going to listen."