Page 56 of Sweet Hate
“Did you see these?”
He waves his phone at me, and I see a flash of pink before he fires off a message. My phone vibrates in my pocket, so I pull it out to see I’ve got group chat messages sitting there. Nothing from Haven, though. I ignore the pang of disappointment and slide it back into my pocket.
“Meeting Wolff for a drink at Jett’s, up for it Axeman?”
Lucas stands at the door, wiggling his brows in my direction. I’m tempted to decline, but what am I going to do in my apartment? Sit there stalking the group chat again in case she says something, or worse still, I fuck it all up again by textingher the wrong thing or some shit? I need to try to keep her out of my mind for a while.
“Yeah, why not—haven’t hung out with Swayze in a while. Wouldn’t mind grabbing a shower, though. I can meet you there unless you wanna wait upstairs?”
“I’ll meet you there. He’s already waiting,” he says with a nod as he walks out to his truck.
Walking into my apartment, I dump my stuff on the counter. My phone snags my attention, and I think back to the flash of pink I caught on Lucas’s phone.
Was that Haven?
I need to shower and meet the guys, but my body suddenly seems intent on going back to my phone and the unopened messages.
I run my hand through my hair as I unlock my cell, nervous energy running through my bloodstream in anticipation. Will it always be like this? How the hell did I get by all this time pretending she didn’t exist? Apparently now, even given the possibility of having everything I want on a platter, my mind still focuses on her.
I am fucked. So, so fucking fucked.
The new photos hit me like a punch in the gut. My girl looks stunning. Laughing and relaxed with her friends in a black floral dress that’s doing sinful things to her curves. All the blood rushes immediately to my cock, leaving me aching and lightheaded, powerless at the sight of her.
I save the photo to my hidden Haven album, trying to shake off how dirty I feel.
I’m the world’s biggest fucking hypocrite, shoving her away but wanting to bury myself into her wet heat and never let go.
Tossing my phone back on the counter in frustration, I stalk to the shower, the undeniable urge to jack off now urgent before I can go meet the guys.
I need to get laid. Take the edge off this insane need.
Only I don’t want anyone else’s hands on me. I want Haven’s black nails leaving little half-moons on my skin. Marking me as hers even if it’s only for one night.
Frustrated, I stand under the spray, gripping my hard cock in a firm hold. So much for the ban. Tipping my head back, I picture Haven from today's photo. I imagine my hands running up her bare thighs under that fluttering short hemline to brush against her core, finding her soaking for me. I run my nose up the length of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as I plunge my fingers inside her. Biting down and sucking, I leave my mark on her body as I move my hand faster and harder, hearing her soft moans in my ear increasing. She reaches back to grip my hair, pulling it tight as she screams my name, breaking apart on my fingers before I thrust into her hard, desperate, relieved to finally be back home. Her head falls back in ecstasy, her gorgeous tits spilling out from the top of her dress.
I come with a roar, my palm slamming against the wall to stop me from falling forward, the speed of my orgasm taking my breath away. Jet after jet of cum pumps out, my body shaking with the intensity.
I can’t remember the last time I came this hard. Certainly not by myself, and I’m willing to bet not with anyone else either.
Well, anyonebutHaven.
Deep down, I know this isn’t me needing to get laid. This is all her. Feelings I thought I’d long since buried coming back, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, burning everything in its path.
I rinse away the evidence of my fantasy and head out to meet the guys. I need a fucking drink.
Walking into Jett’s, I spot Lucas and Swayze straight away, and where the God of Thunder is, the girls all follow. Tag team him with Swayze, whose name tells you exactly who he looks like, especially sitting there in his leather jacket tonight, and they are practically a beacon for the single ladies in town.
Ordinarily, this would be the perfect setup. The three of us, occasionally with Beckett in tow, never struggle to find a partner for the night, but I really don’t want that right now.
I catch Lucas’s blue-eyed stare and motion to the bar, subtly shaking my head. He whispers to Swayze, and they both disengage from the women and amble toward me.
“Verona, long time no see, my man.” Swayze smirks as he comes up and slaps me on the back. Lucas follows with a fist bump as he straddles the bar stool and orders us a round of beers.
“Not feeling the ladies tonight, huh, Axeman?” He turns to me, a knowing smile spreading across his face.
“Nah, just want a quiet drink with you guys man.”
Swayze and Lucas share a look before Swayze turns to me, his blue-gray eyes shining. “Since when? I feel like l’d have better odds of winning the lottery than seeing either of you go home solo.”
