Chapter 18 Alexander
Alexander
Haven’s standing in front of me, bare legs stretching way north of the T-shirt barely covering her arse.
My fucking T-shirt. And it’s never looked sexier.
Neither has she. There’s something about the way her face is fresh and clean, free of the makeup she was wearing today, her hair scraped back into a ponytail, chin jutted in determination that really fires me up.
She’s so different from when she first arrived. It takes me back to Aspen, and the day we met at the jukebox, where she was all sass and zero fucks.
I wanted to fuck her then, and I want to fuck her now.
But we also have a baby. And I haven’t wanted to rush her. Scare her. Wait until she’s ready. I wanted to reconnect in a way that didn’t involve sex because what we had in Aspen was incredible, but I want so much more.
It seems I read it all wrong. She’s ready.
“Haven—”
“Yes, Alex?”
The sass in her tone and the rise of her brow, fuck me, my dick’s hard.
“What are you doing?”
Her mouth rolls, and her shoulder jerks. A coy shrug, but she doesn’t fool me. There’s absolutely nothing coy about the woman standing in front of me.
I step forward, one at a time. “Come now, don’t go shy on me. Use your words, Haven. What are you doing?”
She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she quirks her head. “You know what I keep thinking about?”
Okay, two can play this game. “What? What do you keep thinking about?”
“That you used to like me telling you what I wanted. How much I wanted it.” Her teeth scrape her bottom lip. There’s less than a meter between us now, and I tower over her. The scent of clean soap floats in the air. “How much I loved your cock.”
“I did?”
She nods again. “You did.”
I’m close enough that I can reach out and touch her, finger the hem of my shirt, and graze my knuckle along her thigh. Air hisses between her teeth.
“Hmm. So this is all about reminding me, is it? You want to remind me, do you?”
She’s got some fucking nerve. Where and in what universe would I have ever forgotten about her?
“I think it’s time.”
Her words carry weight. She’s not just talking about this—us—having sex. She’s talking about us period. In every sense of the word. It’s time to give it a proper shot.
The tips of my toes touch hers, and I reach behind to tug her ponytail down. Bright green irises meet mine, and her lips part. My dick nudges her hip, and her eyes darken with lust.
“You want this. You want me?”
“I do.”
I close the remaining gap between us with a low chuckle. My lips hover over hers so I can breathe the air she’s expelling. She gives me life, this one, and if she hadn’t arrived in England when she did, I would have gone in search of her.
“What makes you think I need reminding?” I crane back to stare at the curve of her neck and the delicate column of her throat.
I drag my lips up until I reach the perfect heart shape of her lips.
“I can assure you I don’t. There’s not one inch of your body I’ve forgotten, or revisited every time I fist my cock, picturing you spread out in front of me. ”
She lets out a soft whimper and lifts her head, locking into my gaze, and replies, “Then perhaps I’m the one who needs reminding.” I nearly blow in my pants.
I don’t know where to begin. I’ve been thinking about this for too long. Dreaming about it.
In the end, Haven takes the decision out of my hands and yanks my shirt over my head, before hers joins it in a pile on the floor.
“I wanted to fuck you in that,” I grunt.
“You can fuck me in it later. Once you’ve stopped talking and fuck me now.”
A gruff chuckle barrels up my throat. “The mouth on you.”
She pushes me away from her, hands propped against the kitchen table, eyebrow raised in challenge as if saying, “Yeah, what about my mouth?” But I barely notice, I’m too focused on the rest of her.
I hadn’t forgotten what an incredible body Haven had, but now? Holy shit. Soft curves, full tits pushed up in her bra, and legs spread enough that I can see a wet patch seeping into her knickers.
“Oh, Hayve, you do want me, don’t you?” I run my thumb along the silky fabric, her pupils flaring as I strum over her clit.
She lets out a low hiss.
“I’ve thought about this, you know.” My fingers slip under the elastic, and her breath stutters. “This morning, in fact. Twice.”
My eyes stayed glued on hers as my finger slides inside her. Her head lolls back until I grip the nape of her neck, forcing her to find me again, as she clamps down.
“Eyes on me, Hayve,” I order, twisting my index around.
Her body arches toward me, head fully supported in my hand. “Fuck, Alex.”
“Oh, I will.”
I pull out and pinch her clit, air hisses between her teeth as I stroke it better. This time, I add a second finger, curling up, nice and slow. “That’s right, soak my hand. You remember I need you all warmed up to take my cock. Your pussy’s going to feel so nice and snug.”
Her mouth pops open, and my lips find hers.
Tongues lazily tangling together while my fingers work her drenched pussy.
I stroke and twist, thumbing her clit, and she moans deeper with each pass.
When her clenches become tighter, I pull away, because this moment right here is something I’ve wanted to see again for a year.
I watch her face for the moment, jaw slack and eyelids fluttering closed.
She grips my shoulder, fingertips digging into the muscle while I keep up the pace until she breaks apart with a hoarse cry of “Alex”. Her pussy clamps, my fingers stroking her down as she rides the wave and fuck me, maybe she was right. I did need reminding.
The tint on her cheeks, the jagged rise of her chest, thighs flopped.
All my memories return in sharp focus.
Bending over her, I press my lips to hers. “Be right back.” I sprint up the stairs two at a time and down the corridor to my bedroom where I find an old packet of condoms in the bedside table, which have been there over a year. They’ll do.
Haven’s still in the same position when I return to her. Elbows bent, head resting on the table, and a smile on her face. I take a second watching her breath settle, at how fucking beautiful she looks. The mother of my child.
Then it hits me. The mother of my child.
I don’t want to fuck her on my kitchen table in a frenzied hookup. I want to make love to her, I want to take her upstairs and worship her, hold her in my arms.
I’m still thinking about it when Haven’s head turns and her eyes find mine.
Every thought I’m having must play over my face because the next thing she says is, “The last time we were together . . . in the cabin . . . fuck me like you did then. Fuck me like we don’t have a baby.
Fuck me like you’re never going to stop. ”
“Haven—”
“I don’t need you to be gentle, Alex.”
I step toward her, thinking, and as I do, Haven’s hand slips under the elastic of her knickers, demanding my attention. I know what she’s doing, and it’s working. My dick throbs, and my mind wars between giving her what she wants and throwing her over my shoulder.
But my eyes stay glued on her fingers moving. “Haven—”
“Come on, Alex, I thought I didn’t need to remind you.”
“You don’t.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She reaches out, cupping the bulge of my dick through my sweatpants. “I want you.”
When she squeezes, I hiss. “Fuuuck.” She wins.
Whatever the game is, she wins.
Removing a foil packet, I toss the rest of the box on the table and drop my pants. Her gaze follows, pupils flaring as she feasts on the size of my cock.
I fist myself slowly, watching a new flush of arousal rise over her body. “You sure you want all this? You sure you want me to fuck you on the kitchen table, Hayve? Right here?”
Her mouth pops, and she nods.
“You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” I palm her pussy and my hand comes away damp. “What a mess you’ve made already.”
Gripping the edges of her knickers, I pull them down and toss them to the side. Slipping a finger inside her, she lets out a frustrated “Alex.”
“You need more than this to fill you up?”
She nods, rolling her eyes as I smirk. But when I rub the blunt head of my cock between her legs and up to her clit, I can feel myself getting high on the ego boost from the groan she lets rip. “Tell me.”
“Your cock. Please.”
It’s the begged please that hits me, and I roll on the condom. I want to take it slow, I want to savor the moment I’ve waited for, but I don’t know if I can.
Air traps in my throat as I ease inside her.
My teeth grit from how tight she is, and the warmth of her pussy gripping me when she arches back has black spots filling my vision.
My fingers dig into her hips to steady myself, stop her from pushing onto me quite so quickly because it’ll be over before we barely get going.
“You got what you wanted, Haven. Now let me take my time.”
I still us so I can steady my breathing and focus on the point we join where my dick stretches her out. It’s so fucking hot, seeing her take me, her swollen clit peeking from under its hood, and when I swipe my thumb over it, her pussy clenches so hard it nearly tips me over the edge.
But I wait and watch her adjust to my size with each inch my cock disappears inside her. And a swipe of her clit rewards me with another tight squeeze.
Her tongue darts out, eyes lifting to meet mine. “Alex—”
“Yeah, baby?”
“It feels so good.”
“I know.” My palms glide over her belly and up to her tits, pulling the scalloped edges of her bra down.
She cries my name as I drive into her, rolling her tight nipples.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, I scoop her up and pull her to the edge of the table. She’s so gone, it’s like lifting a rag doll. Gripping the back of her neck, I twist her head to mine, taking her mouth with the same fervor I thrust into her.
I know she’s close by the way her thighs clamp my hips, and she arches into me, begging, “Don’t stop.” And I don’t. On her command, I go harder, our bodies slicking together until she screams my name and I follow. My dick jerks so hard I lose balance, falling onto her panting chest.
Her legs flop down, but we stay joined. It’s only when she begins laughing that I finally release myself and pull us both to the floor. Tucking my elbow behind my head, I peer down at her, draped over my chest, all swollen lips, shot pupils, and I swear my heart stops.
Her hair’s all mussed, and I run my fingers through it while I try to remember how to breathe. “What’s so funny?”
She smirks. “Consider me reminded.”
I lift my head with a low chuckle. “You’re a wisearse. You know that, right?”
“Maybe.” She shrugs. “But now it’s got me thinking there might be more I’ve forgotten.”
My head’s back resting on my elbow, and I can’t see her face, but I can hear the amusement in her tone. Along with the challenge. “Are you asking me to show you?”
“I think I am.”
My earlier thought of throwing her over my shoulder returns, so I do just that, and we pick up where we left off.
I fuck her like she wanted, then I make love to her like I wanted, and in between, we laugh and talk and try not to make enough noise to wake our daughter.
And when we fall asleep, Haven is in my arms.