Page 27 of Safe Haven
Good thing. I almost tumbled off the bed.
“I wouldn’t know. Now let go!” I yank at my leg, then realize I’m giving him a free-for-all display of my pussy, which has never been seen by anyone but me and professionals.
And by professionals, I mean nurses, doctors, and waxers.
“Damn you, you’re skittish. Ok, I’m letting go. I forgot you ain’t a real biker. Sex is no big deal and highly encouraged. Ain’t never met a woman who would say no to some head, especially if she was in pain.”
I’d roll my eyes, but I’m sure it would kill me right now.
“I ain’t most women. Now back off.” I want to stab him when he chuckles at me.
“You’re acting like a virgin, chill.” I pull the blanket up to my neck when he finally stands up.
“No, no way. Are you?” I huff and regret it the moment the sound vibrates in my ears.
“Haven, answer me. You have fucked before, right?” I flip him off because it’s the quietest answer I can think of to give.
I shove my head under the pillows again and sigh in momentary relief.
“Jesus fucking Christ. You’re the leader of a motorcycle club, and you’ve never had any dick? You can not let that get out, you hear? Lie your ass off, ‘cause that is valuable information to your enemies.” I scoff by accident and grab my head.
“I don’t have enemies,” I hiss out.
“Honey, you are a Royal Harlot. Trust me, you got enemies. Okay, we need to get rid of the migraine and get you fed. Can I please lick your pussy?” I peel back the corner of a pillow and open one eye to glare at him.
“Now you find some manners?” This has got to be some fucked up fever dream.
“I could force the issue, but then I’d have to work that much harder to make you come. I’d like to save my jaw the trouble.” What even is this conversation?
“You’re my dead cousin’s husband.” Like, is he forgetting all that’s happened this week?
Five days.
Guess my brain can still work under the strain of the vise it’s currently being smashed in.
“Danica wouldn’t care. Open relationship, remember. Besides, I’m pretty sure she’d consider this poetic justice.” He chuckles at that, and I crawl back under the pillow.
“I highly doubt that.” My cousin was many things, but a sharer wasn’t one of them.
“Honey, I knew her better than anyone. The girl you knew in your youth grew up and was the most selfless person I knew. Once she found how to love, she did it fiercely. She even died for it, so don’t fucking tell me how my old lady would act in this situation. Cause I know she’d call you a chicken shit.” Ok, that’s enough of that.
“Why the fuck would I be scared of an orgasm?” I challenge.
“‘Cause you’ve clearly never had one!”
Ok, he’s got me there.
“I’ll take your silence as a yes then. Now, do you want my help or not?” Am I seriously thinking about this?
Clearly, it should be a solid hell no. I don’t know this man from Adam. He’s grieving the loss of my cousin, and I amnot taking advantage of that. But he’s offering, and I do know orgasms can help with a multitude of medical conditions.
“Just go buy me a vibrator and I’ll do it myself.” Silence follows my words before the pillow is ripped away, and I just blink my eyes open enough to see Apex’s head disappear under the blankets.
“This is faster and I guarantee a whole hell of a lot more enjoyable.” My legs are pulled apart, and then his tongue is on my clit.
Electricity shoots up my spine, and I try to hold on to air as he twirls it around the bundle of nerves while placing one of his palms on my lower belly to hold me down.
“Shh.” The command vibrates through my soul, which is actively trying to depart my body through my ears.
