Chapter 306 Chapter 306
Gia stood beside the stove, a blanket wrapped around her, trying to warm up. If she was honest, there was one thing she did miss, indoor plumbing. Getting up and going outside when it was still dark out and the air was chilled sucked. She didn’t want to think about what it would be like in the winter.
The stove had been refilled, so Deacon couldn’t have been back that long. She stood there looking at him in the dark. He’d even cleaned up the warzone in his porch.
What to do about you... She listened to his breathing; he was sleeping. She thought about what Walker had told her, not that it made any difference to her if Deacon was one of so few. She’d been intrigued by him before she even realized what he was to her. He was kind to her and had yet to tell her what to do. It may seem petty, but that was important to her, a male that would let her be who she wanted and not what she was expected to be. She didn’t pick the family she was born into, but she could control her own life direction.
Releasing her bottom lip, before she bit right through it, she relaxed her grip on the blanket now that she was warmer again. It’s a matter of choice, she thought, I could choose to follow what my parents want or go against them. She grinned, where she stood right now made it clear she wasn’t doing what her parents wanted.
Looking around the cabin, she tried to picture if this was home, all the time. She could live with that, of course, indoor plumbing would have to happen. Other than that, there was nothing she would change.
Walker’s voice echoed in her head if you’re happy don’t let anyone fuck it up. Tilting her head, she looked at Deacon. He mumbled something and she froze, thinking he was awake. When he shifted and said nothing more, she realized he was sleeping. Picking up the blanket so it wouldn’t get caught on anything she went over and stood at the end of the couch. He looked like he was sleeping in a chair, he was too big for it. His legs hung over the arm of it, his shoulders were as wide as it. He tried shifting again and the sleeping bag laying over him slid to the floor.
Gia sucked in a breath and held it as she let her gaze caress his naked chest and abdomen. She had a thing for muscles—arms, legs, waist, it didn’t matter what part of the body, she just found the sculpted form of a muscle sexy. Deacon Parrish had nothing but muscle covering his tall body. Having tried her hand at chopping wood, it wasn’t hard to figure out how he got to be that way.
Moving closer, she intended to pick up the sleeping bag and put it back over him, but as she bent down to get it, she inhaled his scent, and a shiver of awareness went through her. How did he expect to work together and ignore the fact that their animals were mates? Kneeling on the material she’d meant to pick up, she looked at his face. So relaxed in sleep. No trace of that crease across his brow that marred his good-looking face. Biting her lip, she stared at his beard. When they’d kissed, she found out it was course, such a contrast to his soft lips. She hadn’t minded it at all and it gave him a look of a ruggedness, that she couldn’t deny was very drawing. He sighed in his sleep, shifting more onto his back and she watched his chest settle back in the rhythm of sleep.
She should be annoyed with him for sleeping so well. She’d tried and other than a few minutes off and on, she’d tossed around the small mattress a lot trying to keep her mind clear and not thinking about him. When they’d kissed, he’d picked her up like she weighed nothing. Being surrounded by muscle had done it for her and she would have consumed him if he hadn’t stopped.
Gia wasn’t a virgin; her cycle had taken care of that. Despite her father trying to keep her contained during that time, Walker had the compassion to help her sneak out and ease the insanity. She wasn’t proud of it, going to an acquaintance for relief, but it was also part of their world.
Tilting her head, she let her gaze take a leisurely stroll over his body. She was practically salivating just looking at it. Mating or not, she still wanted him she decided. Very few males in her life caught her attention and none had as he did. Rising to her knees, she looked down at him. The thoughts in her head were ridiculous really, but she didn’t care. He could reject her, again, but if she didn’t try, she’d never know, right? It seemed like a logical theory, she decided.
Sucking in a quiet breath, her heart accelerated as she leaned down before she changed her mind. Placing a kiss on his mouth, she took his flavor into her again. His lips moved slightly as she did, so she repeated the action again. Deacon made a breathless moaning sound and shifted, his arm coming up behind her and surrounding her as their lips touched. Was he dreaming? She was breathless as excitement coursed through her. Leaning closer, she put her hand on his chest and was surprised at how warm his skin was, lowering her head, she pressed her lips against it. With slow movements, she kissed her way up his chest to his throat and then licked over it. Her animal was suddenly present inside her, coaxing her to continue. She felt emboldened by her own actions.
Shifting carefully in his arm, she moved up to sit on the edge of the cushion, there wasn’t much room leftover with his large body covering it. Dropping the blanket, so she had both hands free, she touched his chest and bent down to kiss him again.