Chapter 57
chapter
fifty-seven
“You feel like fire in my veins, and I don’t want to be saved from the burn.” - Cyrus
CYRUS
Haven is fierce and determined. When she sets her mind to something, nothing and no one stands in her way. But to see it in action up close and personal…to have her advocating for me…there are no words. She is simply out of my league and always has been.
“I’m happy that you and Anita are divorcing, truly I am. But I already told you that I don’t want to talk about this with you right now. We will speak in person,” Haven says, as we deboard the jet and head for the awaiting car.
Auguste has always been efficient, making sure all needs are met. But Haven isn’t giving an inch. There will be no apologizing over the phone. I fear for the man’s safety when they get in the same room.
“No. Do not make any tour date announcements until Cy has answers. As of this moment, all dates are canceled until further notice. I don’t care if you’re losing money. That’s not my problem. Cy’s health is my only concern.”
Haven’s face is all hard lines and fire burning brighter than her red hair. She is a tornado whipping everything out of her way, and to hell with the consequences. I’ve always envied her passion.
We slip into the limo, and I give the driver the hospital address before putting up the divider.
“Yes, we’re in the car. And, Dad…keep Anita away from us.” I hear him laugh, and Haven rolls her eyes. “Well, do your best. The last thing we need is her showing up and screaming that I’m a kidnapper. Yes, I’ll keep you updated. Bye.”
She hangs up the phone and makes the most adorable sound. I think it’s supposed to be a frustrated growl, but it only turns me on. I glance out the window and wonder if I can squeeze in a quickie before we arrive.
Haven meets my gaze, and her eyes go wide.
“No.”
“What? I didn’t say anything.”
“You don’t have to. You get this look on your face when you’re thinking about sex.”
A chuckle rumbles from my chest.
“You must be used to seeing it then. That’s all I think about when you’re around.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and I love how she is trying hard not to wiggle. Haven clears her throat.
“Yes, now that you mention it.”
She doesn’t jerk away when I grab her hand and place it on my growing bulge. I don’t let go of her either.
“How long is the drive?”
My voice is husky with the need she creates within me.
“Twenty-five minutes, thirty at the very most,” Haven answers, but her eyes are on her hand.
I don’t think she even realizes when she licks her lower lip.
“That’s plenty of time. Do you want me to come down your throat or in your tight, hot pussy?”
“Cy…”
Haven tugs on her arm but doesn’t really try to move her hand away. She looks at the dark glass, the only thing separating us from the driver. I don’t give a fuck about that. I’d fuck her on stage in front of the world if she let me. But somehow, I doubt Haven will ever allow that to happen.
“I’m tense and anxious about seeing the doctor,” I say, leaning in close enough that the scent of her intoxicating body wash fills my nose. “It will really help me out.”
“Uh…huh…”
She raises one elegant eyebrow.
“Tell me you’re not thinking about it? Imagining riding my cock, burying your face in the side of my neck to muffle your screams as you come. Tell me you’re not aching for it.” I nip at her succulent lips.
“And what happens if we get caught?”
I shrug. “Then we get caught. I’m sure the driver has had sex before. Maybe he’ll go home and jerk off thinking about us.”
“Cy…that’s fucked up.”
“Look me in the eyes and tell me it doesn’t turn you on.”
This time, when I flex my hips up and rub my hard cock against her hand, her fingers curl around my shaft and squeeze. I groan and trace her jaw, my lips barely touching her skin as I travel to her neck. Her pulse pounds out of control.
“Go on then. Tell me you’re not wet.”
She swallows hard.
“There is no point in lying to me because I’ll make you prove it.”
Like a goddamned vampire, I bite Haven’s neck.
The reaction is instant. She moans, and her body goes lax.
My teeth press just shy of breaking skin as my lips latch onto her throat.
Haven drives me wild with the soft mewling noises she makes.
She won’t have time to cover it with makeup.
It’s there for the world to see and fucking love it.
I quickly undo my jeans, pull myself free, and wrap her hand around my shaft.
“Fuck,” I groan against her skin as I help her stroke my cock. I shudder as her fingers slide over my piercings.
Releasing her neck, I stare at my handywork, smirking before I grip her hair in my fist. Haven’s eyes are glassy with lust, and I attack her mouth. By the time I let her up for air, Haven’s lips are swollen.
“You want to suck my cock. Say it.”
The words come out rough as I’m barely holding it together.
“Yes.”
“And you want me to stick my fingers in this sweet pussy of yours and make you come all over them. Right?”
My hand tightens in her hair, and she takes a deep breath.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Then get to work. We don’t have much time.”
Desire and fire mix in her eyes. She is constantly at war with herself. Torn between submitting to my dominance and her own stubbornness. Her hand never stops moving on my aching shaft as she leans down.
Haven licks the tip, and a small shot of come shoots out.
“Look at me.”
It’s on her lips, and I can’t resist pulling her up enough to kiss her. By the time I’m done tasting myself with her sweetness, I’m ready to explode.
Haven shifts around on the seat so she is on all fours, giving her an easier position to work and my hand free access to undo her jeans. She licks up and down my cock like I’m her favorite fucking ice cream.
“Don’t lick it. Use that hot mouth of yours and suck.”
I slip my hand into her jeans and move her thong out of the way just as she takes me into her mouth.
“Fucking, hell,” I groan loudly.
She is so fucking wet, and my fingers swirl around teasing her as she sucks my cock harder.
“Yeah, that’s it, Butterfly. Help me relax.”
My finger slips into her smoothly, and I quickly add a second, smirking as Haven moans around my cock.
“You’re gonna take my cock all the way down your throat like the good girl you are.”
She moans again, and as I hit the back of her throat, I push on the back of her head, not stopping until her lips are around the base of my cock. She panics briefly. I can feel it in the way she tenses. I only hold her down for a second, then I let her pull off and take a breath.
We establish a rhythm that matches my fingers in her pussy. In and out, and it doesn’t take long before Haven relaxes.
“That’s my good girl. I love watching you drool all over my cock. You look so fucking sexy.” Haven whimpers and then makes a slurping sound. “Fuck that’s good. I wish we had more time for me to fuck this tight hole. You’re dipping all over my hand, you want it so bad.”
Haven gags a few times but doesn’t fight it. It’s the sweetest sound.
“That’s it, Butterfly ride my fingers, come for me.”
My thumb joins in, rubbing her clit, and Haven jerks and bucks against my hand. Fuck there is nothing better than this. No fantasy compares to the real thing. Haven shudders, and I know she is right on the edge.
“I’m going to use this pretty fucking mouth of yours.”
It’s the only warning she gets. Holding Haven’s head, I pump my hips up into her mouth hard. My head falls back against the seat as my balls pull tight, and my cock throbs.
Haven screams when she comes, but the sound is muffled by my dick in her mouth. The vibration sends me over the edge as I unload down her throat.
“Fuck…” I growl as her nails dig into my leg.
She’s a beautiful mess when I let her up. Her chin is covered in drool and a bit of my come. Her hair is in a wild tangle from my grip, and her eyes are wide, while her chest heaves.
Haven watches as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them off, loving the taste of her release.
“Now it’s your turn.” I nod to my cock. “Clean it off and put it away.”
Haven narrows her eyes, and I wonder if she actually will bite me this time. She grips me in her fist and runs her tongue all over my shaft.
“Look at me when you do it.”
Haven lifts her eyes to mine.
“That’s better.” She glares at me, so I push my luck. “I told you I’d fuck you in the back of a limo, but I guess this will have to do.”
“Asshole,” Haven mumbles softly.
Watching her lick me clean only makes me rock hard again, but the sign for the hospital glows just ahead.
“I’m fucking you before we leave the hospital,” I say, stuffing my dick back into my jeans.
“Is that so?”
Haven fixes her pants and then attempts to smooth her hair.
“It is.”
“What if the doctor says that you need to take it easy and that includes no sex?”
“He can go fuck himself. I’ll give up everything in my life…the band, the money, the fame, all of it except you and being inside you. Understood?”
Haven freezes as her eyes roam over my face.
“You actually mean that, don’t you?”
Leaning in close, I kiss away a drop of come at the corner of her mouth.
“Yes, I do,” I whisper as the car comes to a stop at the front doors.
The air is heavy and thick with emotion that can’t be put into words, and then the driver opens the door. Our bubble from the last few days is officially popped.
“Come on, let’s get this over.”
I climb out and offer Haven my hand. She emerges from the car as elegantly as a butterfly from a cocoon. I don’t know how she does it, but I cling to her for support as we walk up to the front doors.
“I’m surprised no one is here to harass us.”
“Don’t worry, Cyrus. I’m sure your adoring groupies will be waiting for us when we leave.”
My lip twitches. “Is that a hint of jealousy I detect in your tone?”
Haven flicks her hair over her shoulder, showing off the purple hickey on her neck. She holds her head high, totally unashamed to be by my side.
“No, but I will tear their hair and eyes out if they touch you again.”
My hand tightens on hers, a love that is so dangerously close to a deadly obsession flows through me.
“I can go for another round of jail sex,” I say as Haven rolls her eyes.
We march through the hospital, and heads turn. Whispers and finger pointing follow the entire time, and I secretly hope that one of them tries to touch me. Haven jealous…well, that’s fucking catnip to an asshole like me.