He’s out there, the only other person who knows what it feels like to be intimate with Haven when she chooses to. And maybeI shouldn’t be such a jealous fucking prick since she currently is inmybed, strokingmynaked body, wearingmyring on her finger… but, well, Iam.
I’ll be the only one to fuck her. I’m sure about that. But, first, there’s something else I want to do, and since she looks receptive enough as she lazily plays with my balls, I figure there’s no hurt in asking.
“Haven?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I make a request?”
Her eyes were heavy-lidded. As though she can sense a trap coming, she opens them a little wider. “Hmm.”
“It’s just… look. I’m not asking you to fuck me. If you’re ever ready to go that far, I’m here, baby. I’m ready when you are. But if you ever… I don’t know… want to just let me hump you a little with your panties on… maybe give you just the tip… it’s just us. No one has to know.”
Do I sound like a horny teenager trying to talk his high school girlfriend into giving him a little action? Of course I do, and that’s on purpose. In another world, without the rules and laws and shit the Order of the Owed put us through, we could’ve been those carefree kids whose biggest concern was a pregnancy scare.
Don’t have to worry about that these days. As much as I wanted to cut that implant out of Haven’s arm, I’m thinking it’s a good idea that she stopped me. Now I’ll be able to come inside of her whenever she lets me, and neither of us will have to worry about bringing a kid into this world until we’re ready for it.
Same thing with any kind of STIs. I’ve never been with another woman. Haven is clean, as far as I’m concerned. We’ll be the only ones for each other when she finally lets me have her, but until then…
I want her to do whatever she wants to me, but beside consummating my marriage by fucking her—and tasting her… God, do I want to know what Haven tastes like—there’s something else I’ve always wanted to do.
And it’s all because of Jason fucking Michaels.
One look. One look at me, and she knows. How? No clue. It’s probably that she’s getting to know me and, in doing so, she’s finally figured out how I know so much abouther. So, yeah, she knows exactly what I’m getting at, confirming it when she grabs the notepad at the end of the bed, palming the pen next to it, and scribbling on the top page.
You sound like Jason
Yup.
I’m not surprised she went to pen and paper. Whenever she initiates these moments where I’m cuffed to the headboard and she can touch me however she wants, it’s almost as though she loses her voice throughout it.
That’s okay, baby. As always, I’ll talk enough for both of us.
“The former fling. I’m not surprised he would try a move like that. Horny boys will say anything to get a pretty girl in bed with them.”
Did you?
Oh, Haven.
“Depends? Do you remember me trying to convince you to fuck me before I brought you to my house? Because you’re the only one I wanted to get into bed with so if the answer’s no… there you go.”
Under the curtain of hair in her face, Haven blushes.
I swallow my grin. “Exactly. But… just for my own sanity… would you have let me do that to you when we were in high school if I had asked you?”
Haven thinks about it for a moment before the pen starts moving.
She shows me the page.
If you begged
My cock jerks, ready to beg for both of us.
“What about now?”
Haven underlines the wordbegged.
“Oh, baby, if you didn’t have me chained up like this, I’d be on my fucking knees in a heartbeat in front of you. Beg? You’ve had me begging in a hundred different ways from the moment I understood what a dick could be used for. You just didn’t realize how much I wanted you. Oh, baby… you’re so fucking beautiful. How could Inotbe on my knees for you? I have to have you, and I’ll take you anyway you’ll let me.” I pause, quirking my lips in a pleading grin. “How’s that for begging?”
