Page 105 of Sweet Hate
“I can be sw—“ Her lips crash against mine, stopping me. We deepen the kiss immediately, tongues tangling wildly, both trying to get the upper hand. I lose all chance of controlling my dick as she grinds herself on it.
“This must hurt, babe. Can I help you with it as a thank you for the coffee?”
My mind goes blank as her fingers move to the button of my jeans.
When she pops it and her hand strokes down my abs to grip my cock tight, my brain short circuits. All I’m capable of doing is throwing my head back against the headrest and groaning.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt her touch. She knew how to handle him from the start, and this feels like a homecoming. Pun intended.
She sinks down into the footwell and I send silent thanks towhatever made me buy this huge monster truck with its tinted windows. I move my seat as far back as it will go and lie there as her warm, wet mouth closes over the tip.
Her tongue probes at the slit before fluttering along the underside of the head as she draws it deeper. Goddamn, I can feel my balls tighten already and she’s barely started. I sink my hand into her hair, but she pulls off my cock with a pop.
“Nuh-uh, keep your hands on the headrest.”
Another fucking rule.A growl of frustration tears through my chest as I reluctantly move my hand back. There’s nothing I like more than holding my girl's head while she deep throats me like a champ.
Testament to her skills though, she makes me forget my own name as she increases her pace, sucking me deeper and harder, using one hand to tighten around the base while the other strokes my balls. Lightning sparks through me as I lift my hips.
“Sprinks, I can’t hold it. I’m gonna blow,” I grind out, gripping the headrest so tight it’s entirely possible I’ll rip the leather.
Haven suddenly pulls her shiny lips off my cock with a pop, leaving it cold, wet, and achingly hard. She leans back to look at me with the most sinfully wicked smile spread across her face before dropping a tiny kiss on the crown of my dick.
Oh no. No, no, no. I don’t like that fucking look.
Before I can even process what’s happening, she unlocks the doors, grabs her new, shiny cup, and hops out of my truck as my dick waves a desperate white flag at her from my jeans.
“Thank you for the coffee…babe.” She tilts her head and flashes the most innocent, angelic looking smile up at me, a direct contrast to the one she was sporting a second ago. Then she disappears inside the bakery without a second look.
“Fuuuccck.” I toss my head back on the headrest in frustration. I was a second away from blowing the biggest load in her mouth—something I’ve only dreamed of doing for the last eleven years.
Shit.
My hurricane justleft me with balls bluer than a Smurf.
Note to self: Edging her will only come back to bite you in the ass.
34
HAVEN
Ipractically skip away from Axel, who’s sitting frozen in his truck. I may not have gotten to slide down the fireman’s pole this morning, but the look on his face right now made up for it.Well,it makes it atinybit better.
Revenge is sweet for damn sure.
Besides, I can take care of business so long as my new battery-operated boyfriend gets delivered today. It bloody better had since my trusty vibe decided to die from exhaustion thanks to overuse apparently.
“Mornin’, sunshine. Don’t you look like the cat that got the cream this mornin’” Lucas drawls looking over at me with a smirk.
Oh, the irony. This kitty didn’t get any cream. That’s the damn problem.
I beam over at him, currently crouched on the floor, unraveling some wires.
I look around the room, taking in the current state of affairs. It looks like he’s done a good part of the rewiring already. Axel must have cleaned off a lot of the smoke damage in here too, because at the very least, it’s looking less like apizza oven.
“Thank you for this, Lucas. You’re doing a great job. I appreciate it.”
“I got you, you know that. Come give me some love, sugar puff.”
