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Story: Handling Haven
After staring at Haven’s sleeping form for a few more moments, committing it to memory, he was about to head back out to the couch when she moaned. Her head rocked back and forth as she reached up into the air for something he couldn’t see. “Noooo! M-Mom ... Tara ... I’m sorry ... so sorry.”
Frisco was shocked at her mention of family. He knew she didn’t have any now, but from the sound of it, Haven had lost some of them tragically. Her restlessness increased as her legs moved slightly under the covers, but she was still sound asleep. “It’s all myfault ... noooooooo!”
He grabbed her hand, before it could knock over the lamp, and squatted next to the bed. Brushing his other hand across her forehead, he whispered, “Sh. Haven. It’s okay. You’re safe. It’s okay, baby. I’m here.”
It took a few moments of reassuring her before she quieted under his touch. Her hands closed around his arm and pulled him closer. It was probably the stupidest idea of his recent past, but Frisco couldn’t let her go. Carter’s words from months ago, sitting in the restaurant, came back to him. Sometimes what a person wanted, wasn’t what they needed. And Haven needed him; there was no way he’d be able to sleep on the couch tonight, knowing that.
Fishing into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and phone and placed them on her night stand. He’d discarded his socks and sneakers earlier out in the living room. Carefully climbing over Haven, he slipped under the blankets and stretched out beside her on the queen-sized bed, resting his head on the spare pillow. She turned on her side, away from him, clutching his forearm to her chest. Scooting closer, he spooned her, his front torso against her back. He stayed awake until her soft breathing told him she was no longer having the nightmare, then closed his eyes and followed her into slumber.
Haven wokeup feeling safe and secure ... and something poking her in the ass. A heavy weight lay across her waist and slow, steady breaths tickled her neck. She stayed perfectly still as her eyes blinked open. It was hot in the bedroom, but that probably had a lot to do with the hunky guy spooning her in his sleep. The military wristwatch on the arm that was wrapped around her was a dead giveaway. Well, that and the fact she highly doubted anyone would break through the property’s high-tech security system just to climb into bed with her and fall asleep—if anything, they’d do it to slit her throat.
As her mind cleared, she remembered him putting a pillow on his lap last night as they watched the movie, encouraging her to lay down and relax. She hadn’t thought she’d be able to, since the only time she’d ever relaxed in the past was when she’d been alone, but apparently it had worked. Somehow, Frisco had gotten her to drop her defenses and let him take care of her. What was she going to do about him?
She wanted nothing more than to roll over and wake him up with her lips on his and her hand down his pants. Last night in theshower had proven all her girlie parts were in working order, but masturbating and fucking a man were two different things. He’d already told her he could handle her disability, that he wasn’t bothered by it at all, but could she trust he wouldn’t regret it later or find her lacking in some way? While her mind still held onto slivers of doubt, her heart told her something else. Frisco was the type of man she’d spent her teen years and early twenties dreaming about—strong, confident, good-looking, smart, gentle—everything the alpha males had been in the romance novels she used to read. But he was so much more than that. He had her daydreaming about a normal life again—one with a future.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured in a sleepy voice. “I’m not going to jump you, but there’s nothing I can do about the morning wood. I’m a guy, remember?”
Oh, she definitely remembered, even without the stiff reminder. “Is there any particular reason you’re in my bed?”
“Mm-hmm. I had no choice. You grabbed my arm and flipped me over you after I carried you in here. By the way, you snore.”
Haven scoffed. “I do not!”
“Yes, you do, but I’m not complaining. It’s cute.”
Turning, she faced him, chest to chest, as he adjusted the covers over them. His eyes were still shut as if he didn’t want the day to start. When she inhaled, his potent, male scent teased her nose and made her mouth water. She brushed her fingers over his brow, and that made him lift his eyelids, but he remained silent as she gently traced the contours of his face. “What do you see in me?”
His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know who I’m supposed to be. I’ve pretended to be so many different people over the years that I don’t know who Haven Caldwell is ... hell, that’s not even my real name.”
“I won’t ask what it is.” He grasped her hand and kissed her fingertips. “You’ll tell me someday. But you’ll always be Haven to me—not the one before you were hurt, but this one. I like you, baby, a lot—warts and all. Hell, I’m half in love with you. I’d give anything for you to take a chance on us. There’s never been a woman in my life I couldn’t stop thinking about 24/7, someone I craved to be with all day and all night. You’ve become an addiction I don’t want to recover from.”
God, he was pushing all the right buttons. Not wanting to think anymore, just feel,she leaned in and brushed her lips against his. His eyes widened, but instead of kissing her back, he pulled away. “Be very sure, Haven. I want you to be positive you’re not going to regret this, because I don’t think I’ll be able to walk away from you if you do. This isn’t a one-night stand or just a fling until the op is over.”
Her hand trailed seductively down his T-shirt-covered torso, over the waistband of the tan shorts he’d worn to bed, and further to the hard bulge underneath. His breath hitched, and he groaned as his hips flexed forward. Haven placed soft kisses over his whiskered jawline. “I won’t ever regret this. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted someone for more than one night or a weekend—but with you, it’s beyond that. I’m falling for you. I’ve tried to fight it, but I can’t anymore—I surrender. Remind me what it’s like to be alive again, Frisco. Make me scream your name.”
Thrusting his hand into her hair, Frisco held her head in place as his greedy mouth took possession of hers. She parted her lips, inviting him in. He didn’t hesitate, plunging his tongue inside and dueling with hers. Shifting onto his back, he took her with him until she was lying on top of him. His hands skimmed down her torso and grabbed the hem of her tank top. Dragging the fabric upward,he kissed her chin. “Can you lift yourself up a second?”
Putting her weight onto her arms, she gave him room to pull the shirt over her head. She then relaxed on top of him again, and he tossed the garment aside. Her lacy, pink bra went next. Frisco then rolled them over until Haven was on her back and he was on his side next to her. Staring at her bare chest with lust-filled eyes, he reached back and grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked it up and off. A split second later his mouth latched onto her right breast, and he sucked on the taut peak. Haven cried out as pure pleasure shot through her. Her hands went to the back of his head to hold him there. His tongue flicked back and forth over the one nipple while his fingers found the other, teasing it. His free hand skimmed down her abdomen, and cupped her mound before pulling on the string of her cotton shorts. Haven reveled in the feel of his soft skin over the hard, powerful muscles in his back.
Frisco pushed her shorts and underwear down and found her wet and ready for him. Haven thanked her lucky stars she’d trimmed things down there in the shower yesterday as he left her breasts and licked his way down her torso. After removing the last of her clothing, he spreadher legs and settled between them. He kissed her inner thigh and lifted his gaze to hers with a raised eyebrow in a silent inquiry. Haven fell for him even more at that moment. She nodded and her husky voice was filled with want and need as she said, “Yes, I felt it. Please, do it again.”
He complied with her request. “Tell me if something hurts or doesn’t feel right, baby. This is all about you right now. I want you to close your eyes and let me discover what you like.”
Haven’s heart wanted to beat out of her chest. She stared at Frisco for a few moments, but when it was clear he wasn’t continuing until she shut her eyes, she followed his order. The first thing she felt was him kiss and then nibble on her other thigh. He returned to the first one and did the same, only this time a little higher ... closer to where she wanted him the most. He cupped the back of her knees and gently pushed them toward her chest, exposing her even more.
Grabbing handfuls of the fitted sheet on either side of her, she twisted them as Frisco ran his tongue up her slit, groaning. “Damn, you taste delicious.”
He did it again, this time plunging his stiffened tongue inside her, causing Haven to cry out. “Oh! Yes! Frisco!”
As he licked, nibbled, and sucked on her folds, his fingers found her clit and tormented the tiny bud. Haven squirmed as he stoked the flames starting to consume her. Her blood was like lava in her veins. His talented mouth and hands caused her body to sing in a way she’d thought it would never do again. His tongue alternated between flattening and dragging over her labia and becoming rigid, before impaling her.
Haven was drowning in a sea of pleasure, and, without warning, her climax slammed into her. She shrieked Frisco’s name as she writhed and shook uncontrollably, her back arching off the bed as he wrung every ounce of ecstasy from her body. Multi-colored lights flashed behind her eyelids as she gasped for air. She wasn’t a stranger to orgasms, but never before had it been more than just a sexual release. This man had taken her to heights she’d never known existed. She felt like she was floating among the clouds in the sky, as she luxuriated in a euphoric descent.
Finally, she opened her eyes and found him staring at her, a satisfied grin on his face along with the evidence of her completion. The corners of her mouth lifted upward in a lazy smile as her breathing slowed to normal. In amellow daze, she basked in the afterglow. “Wow! That ... was incredible.”
He gave her swollen clit one last kiss. “Glad you liked it, but we’re just getting started, baby. I hope you’re not hungry, because I don’t think we’re leaving this room before lunchtime ... or maybe, dinner.” Releasing her legs, Frisco rolled off her to the edge of the bed and stood. He quickly shucked off his shorts and underwear, grabbed his wallet from the night stand, and retrieved a condom. She watched, with renewing lust, as he ripped open the foil package and removed the latex circle. Like the rest of his toned physique, his cock was a thing of beauty. It was long, thick, and erect against his lean, hard abdomen as he rolled the protection down over the dark purple crown.
Frisco was shocked at her mention of family. He knew she didn’t have any now, but from the sound of it, Haven had lost some of them tragically. Her restlessness increased as her legs moved slightly under the covers, but she was still sound asleep. “It’s all myfault ... noooooooo!”
He grabbed her hand, before it could knock over the lamp, and squatted next to the bed. Brushing his other hand across her forehead, he whispered, “Sh. Haven. It’s okay. You’re safe. It’s okay, baby. I’m here.”
It took a few moments of reassuring her before she quieted under his touch. Her hands closed around his arm and pulled him closer. It was probably the stupidest idea of his recent past, but Frisco couldn’t let her go. Carter’s words from months ago, sitting in the restaurant, came back to him. Sometimes what a person wanted, wasn’t what they needed. And Haven needed him; there was no way he’d be able to sleep on the couch tonight, knowing that.
Fishing into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and phone and placed them on her night stand. He’d discarded his socks and sneakers earlier out in the living room. Carefully climbing over Haven, he slipped under the blankets and stretched out beside her on the queen-sized bed, resting his head on the spare pillow. She turned on her side, away from him, clutching his forearm to her chest. Scooting closer, he spooned her, his front torso against her back. He stayed awake until her soft breathing told him she was no longer having the nightmare, then closed his eyes and followed her into slumber.
Haven wokeup feeling safe and secure ... and something poking her in the ass. A heavy weight lay across her waist and slow, steady breaths tickled her neck. She stayed perfectly still as her eyes blinked open. It was hot in the bedroom, but that probably had a lot to do with the hunky guy spooning her in his sleep. The military wristwatch on the arm that was wrapped around her was a dead giveaway. Well, that and the fact she highly doubted anyone would break through the property’s high-tech security system just to climb into bed with her and fall asleep—if anything, they’d do it to slit her throat.
As her mind cleared, she remembered him putting a pillow on his lap last night as they watched the movie, encouraging her to lay down and relax. She hadn’t thought she’d be able to, since the only time she’d ever relaxed in the past was when she’d been alone, but apparently it had worked. Somehow, Frisco had gotten her to drop her defenses and let him take care of her. What was she going to do about him?
She wanted nothing more than to roll over and wake him up with her lips on his and her hand down his pants. Last night in theshower had proven all her girlie parts were in working order, but masturbating and fucking a man were two different things. He’d already told her he could handle her disability, that he wasn’t bothered by it at all, but could she trust he wouldn’t regret it later or find her lacking in some way? While her mind still held onto slivers of doubt, her heart told her something else. Frisco was the type of man she’d spent her teen years and early twenties dreaming about—strong, confident, good-looking, smart, gentle—everything the alpha males had been in the romance novels she used to read. But he was so much more than that. He had her daydreaming about a normal life again—one with a future.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured in a sleepy voice. “I’m not going to jump you, but there’s nothing I can do about the morning wood. I’m a guy, remember?”
Oh, she definitely remembered, even without the stiff reminder. “Is there any particular reason you’re in my bed?”
“Mm-hmm. I had no choice. You grabbed my arm and flipped me over you after I carried you in here. By the way, you snore.”
Haven scoffed. “I do not!”
“Yes, you do, but I’m not complaining. It’s cute.”
Turning, she faced him, chest to chest, as he adjusted the covers over them. His eyes were still shut as if he didn’t want the day to start. When she inhaled, his potent, male scent teased her nose and made her mouth water. She brushed her fingers over his brow, and that made him lift his eyelids, but he remained silent as she gently traced the contours of his face. “What do you see in me?”
His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know who I’m supposed to be. I’ve pretended to be so many different people over the years that I don’t know who Haven Caldwell is ... hell, that’s not even my real name.”
“I won’t ask what it is.” He grasped her hand and kissed her fingertips. “You’ll tell me someday. But you’ll always be Haven to me—not the one before you were hurt, but this one. I like you, baby, a lot—warts and all. Hell, I’m half in love with you. I’d give anything for you to take a chance on us. There’s never been a woman in my life I couldn’t stop thinking about 24/7, someone I craved to be with all day and all night. You’ve become an addiction I don’t want to recover from.”
God, he was pushing all the right buttons. Not wanting to think anymore, just feel,she leaned in and brushed her lips against his. His eyes widened, but instead of kissing her back, he pulled away. “Be very sure, Haven. I want you to be positive you’re not going to regret this, because I don’t think I’ll be able to walk away from you if you do. This isn’t a one-night stand or just a fling until the op is over.”
Her hand trailed seductively down his T-shirt-covered torso, over the waistband of the tan shorts he’d worn to bed, and further to the hard bulge underneath. His breath hitched, and he groaned as his hips flexed forward. Haven placed soft kisses over his whiskered jawline. “I won’t ever regret this. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted someone for more than one night or a weekend—but with you, it’s beyond that. I’m falling for you. I’ve tried to fight it, but I can’t anymore—I surrender. Remind me what it’s like to be alive again, Frisco. Make me scream your name.”
Thrusting his hand into her hair, Frisco held her head in place as his greedy mouth took possession of hers. She parted her lips, inviting him in. He didn’t hesitate, plunging his tongue inside and dueling with hers. Shifting onto his back, he took her with him until she was lying on top of him. His hands skimmed down her torso and grabbed the hem of her tank top. Dragging the fabric upward,he kissed her chin. “Can you lift yourself up a second?”
Putting her weight onto her arms, she gave him room to pull the shirt over her head. She then relaxed on top of him again, and he tossed the garment aside. Her lacy, pink bra went next. Frisco then rolled them over until Haven was on her back and he was on his side next to her. Staring at her bare chest with lust-filled eyes, he reached back and grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked it up and off. A split second later his mouth latched onto her right breast, and he sucked on the taut peak. Haven cried out as pure pleasure shot through her. Her hands went to the back of his head to hold him there. His tongue flicked back and forth over the one nipple while his fingers found the other, teasing it. His free hand skimmed down her abdomen, and cupped her mound before pulling on the string of her cotton shorts. Haven reveled in the feel of his soft skin over the hard, powerful muscles in his back.
Frisco pushed her shorts and underwear down and found her wet and ready for him. Haven thanked her lucky stars she’d trimmed things down there in the shower yesterday as he left her breasts and licked his way down her torso. After removing the last of her clothing, he spreadher legs and settled between them. He kissed her inner thigh and lifted his gaze to hers with a raised eyebrow in a silent inquiry. Haven fell for him even more at that moment. She nodded and her husky voice was filled with want and need as she said, “Yes, I felt it. Please, do it again.”
He complied with her request. “Tell me if something hurts or doesn’t feel right, baby. This is all about you right now. I want you to close your eyes and let me discover what you like.”
Haven’s heart wanted to beat out of her chest. She stared at Frisco for a few moments, but when it was clear he wasn’t continuing until she shut her eyes, she followed his order. The first thing she felt was him kiss and then nibble on her other thigh. He returned to the first one and did the same, only this time a little higher ... closer to where she wanted him the most. He cupped the back of her knees and gently pushed them toward her chest, exposing her even more.
Grabbing handfuls of the fitted sheet on either side of her, she twisted them as Frisco ran his tongue up her slit, groaning. “Damn, you taste delicious.”
He did it again, this time plunging his stiffened tongue inside her, causing Haven to cry out. “Oh! Yes! Frisco!”
As he licked, nibbled, and sucked on her folds, his fingers found her clit and tormented the tiny bud. Haven squirmed as he stoked the flames starting to consume her. Her blood was like lava in her veins. His talented mouth and hands caused her body to sing in a way she’d thought it would never do again. His tongue alternated between flattening and dragging over her labia and becoming rigid, before impaling her.
Haven was drowning in a sea of pleasure, and, without warning, her climax slammed into her. She shrieked Frisco’s name as she writhed and shook uncontrollably, her back arching off the bed as he wrung every ounce of ecstasy from her body. Multi-colored lights flashed behind her eyelids as she gasped for air. She wasn’t a stranger to orgasms, but never before had it been more than just a sexual release. This man had taken her to heights she’d never known existed. She felt like she was floating among the clouds in the sky, as she luxuriated in a euphoric descent.
Finally, she opened her eyes and found him staring at her, a satisfied grin on his face along with the evidence of her completion. The corners of her mouth lifted upward in a lazy smile as her breathing slowed to normal. In amellow daze, she basked in the afterglow. “Wow! That ... was incredible.”
He gave her swollen clit one last kiss. “Glad you liked it, but we’re just getting started, baby. I hope you’re not hungry, because I don’t think we’re leaving this room before lunchtime ... or maybe, dinner.” Releasing her legs, Frisco rolled off her to the edge of the bed and stood. He quickly shucked off his shorts and underwear, grabbed his wallet from the night stand, and retrieved a condom. She watched, with renewing lust, as he ripped open the foil package and removed the latex circle. Like the rest of his toned physique, his cock was a thing of beauty. It was long, thick, and erect against his lean, hard abdomen as he rolled the protection down over the dark purple crown.