Chapter 5
HAVEN
Istare at the text message on my phone for the millionth time and chew on my thumbnail. I’d answered so quickly my brain hadn’t had the time to process what was happening here.
Sure.
The little ‘read’ message under my answer is mocking me, but not as loudly as the digital clock on the wall blinking the time at me as if screaming, ‘You’re out of time.’
“Fuck,” I stand and pace by the front door.
Should I hide and act like I’m not home? I can’t stand here by the window like I’ve been watching for him to arrive, that would be fucking dumb. I move the curtains just as a bright light breaks through the flimsy, white fabric, and I barely contain the scream of almost getting caught.
“Why are you so nervous. This is Joel,” I force myself into the living room and sit down as I hear his Harley shut off, and I hesitate for three seconds after the doorbell rings.
I’m just standing up when a sharp knock, followed by my name, comes through the door.
“HAVEN?” I shake my head as I undo the locks.
“Hold your horses, Joel. Give a girl a second.” I open the door to an equally nervous man holding flowers that are missing their petals.
“I didn’t really think of the wind when I grabbed these for you.” I smile as he extends his arm to hand them to me.
“It’s the thought that counts. Thank you.” I let him in the door and close it before moving towards the kitchen.
“Have a seat. I’ll just put these in water, then we can go. Where are we going?” I’ve been wondering where he planned on taking me since I agreed so quickly with no follow-up questions.
It’s so unlike me that my stomach flips at the implications.
You aren’t kids and more. No one is trying to pull you apart.
“Nothing fancy, I thought we’d grab our favorite pizza and go eat it at our spot.” I pause with the vase of flowers in my hands when his voice is closer to me than I thought.
His hands land on my hips as I put the crystal on my counter. I can feel every fingertip through my clothes. His warm breath is on my neck, and I want to lean back into him so I can feel his lips there, too.
“What are you thinking?” His whisper ends in a shiver down my spine so delicious that I pray my imagination hasn’t been better than reality all these years.
I don’t think my heart could take it.
“I’m thinking our pizza spot closed down after COVID, and our spot is now a private garden and parking lot.” I bite my lip as he curses softly.
“Got a backup plan, sailor?” I turn my head, and our noses almost touch.
I stare into the moss green of his eyes, watching as the black of his pupils grows and he licks his lips.
“I could eat you on this table, then fuck you on that couch before I make love to you on your bed all night. I’ll make waffles in the morning.” My mouth goes dry as my head nods an enthusiastic yes.
“Haven, are you sure? I’m not stopping once I start, and you know what this will mean for the club.
I push him away so I can breathe and try to get my brain to work past the ‘I’m about to get laid’ chant.
“I know, I…” I turn my face away, trying to hide the emotion I’m sure is written all over my face.
“No, look at me. Don’t hide. Do you want this?” His finger lifts my chin gently, and I search deep down inside myself for the courage to say the words I’ve been holding in for longer than I can remember.
“I want you.” Whatever force was holding us apart snaps.
His lips touch mine, and I grab onto his shoulders to help me lift my legs off the floor and around his torso. He catches me under my ass, and the tiny skirt I put on for this date isn’t even enough to cover my cheeks.
His hands meet bare ass, and he hisses on my lips.
“Fuck, you ain’t wearing panties?” I shake my head.
“Thong,” I try to kiss him again, but he sits me on the edge of the counter and drops to his knees.
“Show me.” His voice has grown growly, and his hands are trembling on my knees as he pushes them further apart.
They slowly move up the outer side of my thighs until he’s able to grab the flimsy fabric between his fingers to drag it down my legs. Except he’s got me so spread open that they stop midway, and he fists them in the middle and pulls until they rip in his hands.
He glances up at me quickly and shoves the lace into his pocket with a sly grin.
“You’re gonna jerk off into that, aren’t you?” I try to hide my amusement but fail.
“Just like I used to all that summer.” I’m about to curse him out for all the panties I thought the washer was eating when he shoves his face into my pussy, and my tongue forgets how to work.
My hands tighten their grip on the edge of the counter as my back bows.
I only have one other experience to base this on, and no offense to Apex, but he wasn’t doing something right, ‘cause this feels nothing like what he did.
My brain is trying to figure out the difference that when he pushes two fingers inside me and stands, I tilt sideways, almost falling off the counter.
“Couch,” Joel huffs before he seals his lips around mine.
I taste myself and groan as I let him carry me to the softer surface, and I sink in with him following on top of me.
“Unzip me,” he sucks his way down my jaw to my neck.
I fumble with his jeans. My hands are acting as if they’ve never worked a zipper before in my life. I finally get it down and reach inside his pants to grab a hold of his…
“NO, get off.” I push at his chest.
“What? What’s wrong?” He backs away slowly with his hands up as if he hurt me.
“That is not going to fit.” His confusion gives way to a coy smile, and he cups my face in his hands as he kisses me softly.
“Baby, he’s gonna fit so fucking good you’ll never want another. How about you take control so you can go as slow as you want?” I let out a loud breath as I think.
“Gravity may help,”
He chuckles as he sits up and pulls me onto his lap.
“I’m all yours.”