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Story: Handling Haven
Leaning down, she brushed her lips against his. “One month.”
His eyes narrowed. “Huh?”
“If you’re still looking at me like that one month from today, I want you to move in with me. You’re here every night anyway, so what’s the point of having two places. Unless, that’s the way you want to keep it.”
His hand went to the backof her neck and pulled her down for a hard, demanding kiss. When he released her, he flexed his hips upward. “I’m ready to move in tomorrow, baby, but if you want a month, then that’s what you’ll get. But don’t think I’m not going to try and make it sooner—after all, I am a guy.”
She smiled. “And I’m the woman who’s madly in love with you.”
“Well, damn. I thought it was going to take a lot longer for you to be convinced. I must be more irresistible than I thought. And just for the record, I love you too, baby.”
He leaned forward, and his mouth latched onto one of her bare breasts. As he tortured the stiff peak with his lips, tongue, and teeth, he clutched her hips and set a steady pace that soon had her spiraling into space. They worked as one, raising and lowering her hips, as he thrust upward from underneath her. While perspiration coated their bodies, their breathing and heart rates increased.
“Finger your clit, baby,” Frisco ordered as he moved to her other nipple to give it the same attention.
Leaving one hand clutching the back of the couch, she slid the other down between their bodies. She wassmooth down there again, having gone for a waxing and a few other beauty treatments with Avery two days ago. Gene McDaniel had treated them to a day at the spa for all Haven’s hard work on the case and Avery’s hard work with her patient. Haven was still super sensitive down there but that made tonight even more erotic. She rubbed the tiny bud while Frisco picked up the pace. His fingers dug into her ass as he fucked her, driving her higher with every thrust of his pelvis.
Haven was on the edge, and she begged for relief. “Please, Frisco ... oh, God, please!”
He slid down a little further on the couch, and it changed the angle of his hips. His cock stimulated her G-spot, and that was all she needed. Screaming his name, she fell into a vortex of pleasure. Her eyes slammed shut as wave after wave tumbled over her. Her orgasm triggered his, and he came inside her with a roar. Haven gasped for air as her walls quivered around his cock.
They collapsed into a mass of heated flesh and sagging limbs. Haven rested her forehead against his. She had no idea how long they stayed like that, but she startled when Frisco slid from her body, scooted to the edge of the cushion, and stood, wrapping her legsaround his waist.
“Where are we going?” she asked, content to be in his arms.
“The shower. I plan on making love to you in every room of this house over the next few days, and then start all over again. Sound like a plan?”
She licked his ear. “Sounds like a great plan.”
EPILOGUE
Taking a swig of his beer,Frisco sat in a chair across the unlit fire pit from Reardon, after handing over the grilling duties to Oz and Grover. There were about forty adults and a dozen or so kids spread out across the patio, backyard, and pool area at Haven’s house. It was a welcome home party for both Frisco’s and Ghost’s Delta teams after being overseas for the past three months on a joint mission. Despite some bumps, bruises, and an isolated wound or two requiring stitches, everyone had come home safe and sound three days ago. They’d shipped out two weeks after the mission in Mexico, and Frisco had been able to join them, having been medically cleared the day before. For the first time in his career, he’d regretted having toleave a girlfriend behind, not knowing when he’d be back. But thankfully, there’d been numerous opportunities for Frisco to call or video chat, via a secure link, with Haven while they were apart. Although he would’ve preferred to be in her bed every night, it had given them a chance to get to know each other better. It had cemented in his mind that taking their relationship to the next level was the right thing to do. An engagement ring was practically burning a hole in the pocket of his shorts, and he was working up the courage to take a knee in front of her.
After spending a little more than twenty-four hours in bed making love to her, interspersed with breaks for food and other necessities, he’d used a debriefing meeting as an excuse to go pick out the ring. Avery had agreed to meet him at the jeweler’s. The older woman had been delighted to help and was the only one at the party who knew the proposal was coming today. Out in California, his parents and sisters also knew and couldn’t wait to meet his intended bride after he’d been telling them all about her whenever he’d called them. Frisco was just waiting for the right moment to ask Haven to marry him. He wanted them engaged when his team helped him move from his apartment to her housein a few days, since they’d all shipped out prior to being able to do it for the date Haven had set.
Roxie was having a grand time following the toddlers and older kids around, snatching up any food they dropped onto the ground, and getting petted by everyone. In addition to Avery, Reardon, and the Delta teams and their families, also present were Carter, Jordyn, and a few Trident operatives. Surprisingly, Ian Sawyer and his pregnant wife Angie, Brody “Egghead” Evans and his new wife, Fancy, Kip “Skipper” Morrison, and Tempest “Babs” Van Buren had flown into town yesterday at the last-minute invitation. They’d been en route to Florida from California where they’d been visiting their friend, country singer Summer Hayes, who’d been in a recent rollover car accident. Angie and Fancy had gone along to check on her, while the Trident team members were planning the security for Summer’s release from the rehab hospital she was in for her injuries. She’d be returning to her new home outside of Tampa for the rest of her recovery. Babs had flown the Trident jet in place of the regular pilot who was laid up with a stomach bug. The others from the private security company hadn’t been able to attend due to various assignments or busy personal livesback in Florida.
When they’d arrived, Sawyer had handed over a case of expensive scotch to Ghost who’d been confused at first. He then laughed when the Trident boss pointed to Hollywood and said, “Everyone can have some except that rat-bastard who should know better than to try and pull one over on me.”
Haven had been thrilled to meet Babs and Skipper to thank them for their part in her rescue. Apparently, she’d only met a few members of the two Trident teams prior to the mission. She was currently talking to Fancy and Brody, the latter was joking about telling someone named “Mistress Roxy” there was another auburn-haired Roxie running around. He pointed at the pup who was taking a break in the shade at the moment. His wife laughed and dared him to do it. From what Frisco could overhear, after a moment’s thought, the guy declined, saying he wasn’t into getting whipped by a Domme.
Rolling over, with Fletch and Emily’s daughter, Annie, on her lap, Haven stopped next to Frisco and leaned over for a swift kiss. The seven-year-old girl had apparently become enraptured with the Deimos operative, and vice versa, as Haven had gotten to know the girlfriends and wives of the other Deltas over the past few months. He’d been grateful they’dwelcomed her with open arms. For the first time in far too many years, Haven had a group of women who were simply her friends, not coworkers, targets, or passing acquaintances.
“Look what Haven gave me, Frisco!” Beaming, Annie held out her hand. In it was a small, clear, display box holding one of the Vietnam-era, 101st Airborne challenge coins that had belonged to Haven’s grandfather. The little tomboy was fascinated with anything to do with the military, especially the Army. Haven had told Frisco one night, during a video call, she knew her sister and mother would’ve loved little Annie and her enthusiasm. They also would’ve agreed with giving her one of Joseph McBride’s coins, knowing she would cherish it.
“That’s great, sprite. You take good care of that.”
“I will.” She eyed Carter as he took the chair between Frisco and Jordyn, who’d also just sat down. When the spy smiled at her scrutiny, she held up the box. “Look what Haven gave me—”
She paused and wrinkled her nose. “I’m sorry, but I forgot your name.” Intelligent and wise beyond her years, the little girl had a tendency to sound like someone in their twenties or thirties, much to her parents’chagrin at times.
“It’s Carter, sweetheart, and that’s a really nice present. You must be a very special person for Haven to give that to you.”
“I am. We’re best friends.” Her matter-of-fact tone almost dared anyone to disagree with her.
“Can never have too many of those,” he replied with a brotherly wink at Haven.
“What’s your other name? You can’t have just one name.”
His eyes narrowed. “Huh?”
“If you’re still looking at me like that one month from today, I want you to move in with me. You’re here every night anyway, so what’s the point of having two places. Unless, that’s the way you want to keep it.”
His hand went to the backof her neck and pulled her down for a hard, demanding kiss. When he released her, he flexed his hips upward. “I’m ready to move in tomorrow, baby, but if you want a month, then that’s what you’ll get. But don’t think I’m not going to try and make it sooner—after all, I am a guy.”
She smiled. “And I’m the woman who’s madly in love with you.”
“Well, damn. I thought it was going to take a lot longer for you to be convinced. I must be more irresistible than I thought. And just for the record, I love you too, baby.”
He leaned forward, and his mouth latched onto one of her bare breasts. As he tortured the stiff peak with his lips, tongue, and teeth, he clutched her hips and set a steady pace that soon had her spiraling into space. They worked as one, raising and lowering her hips, as he thrust upward from underneath her. While perspiration coated their bodies, their breathing and heart rates increased.
“Finger your clit, baby,” Frisco ordered as he moved to her other nipple to give it the same attention.
Leaving one hand clutching the back of the couch, she slid the other down between their bodies. She wassmooth down there again, having gone for a waxing and a few other beauty treatments with Avery two days ago. Gene McDaniel had treated them to a day at the spa for all Haven’s hard work on the case and Avery’s hard work with her patient. Haven was still super sensitive down there but that made tonight even more erotic. She rubbed the tiny bud while Frisco picked up the pace. His fingers dug into her ass as he fucked her, driving her higher with every thrust of his pelvis.
Haven was on the edge, and she begged for relief. “Please, Frisco ... oh, God, please!”
He slid down a little further on the couch, and it changed the angle of his hips. His cock stimulated her G-spot, and that was all she needed. Screaming his name, she fell into a vortex of pleasure. Her eyes slammed shut as wave after wave tumbled over her. Her orgasm triggered his, and he came inside her with a roar. Haven gasped for air as her walls quivered around his cock.
They collapsed into a mass of heated flesh and sagging limbs. Haven rested her forehead against his. She had no idea how long they stayed like that, but she startled when Frisco slid from her body, scooted to the edge of the cushion, and stood, wrapping her legsaround his waist.
“Where are we going?” she asked, content to be in his arms.
“The shower. I plan on making love to you in every room of this house over the next few days, and then start all over again. Sound like a plan?”
She licked his ear. “Sounds like a great plan.”
EPILOGUE
Taking a swig of his beer,Frisco sat in a chair across the unlit fire pit from Reardon, after handing over the grilling duties to Oz and Grover. There were about forty adults and a dozen or so kids spread out across the patio, backyard, and pool area at Haven’s house. It was a welcome home party for both Frisco’s and Ghost’s Delta teams after being overseas for the past three months on a joint mission. Despite some bumps, bruises, and an isolated wound or two requiring stitches, everyone had come home safe and sound three days ago. They’d shipped out two weeks after the mission in Mexico, and Frisco had been able to join them, having been medically cleared the day before. For the first time in his career, he’d regretted having toleave a girlfriend behind, not knowing when he’d be back. But thankfully, there’d been numerous opportunities for Frisco to call or video chat, via a secure link, with Haven while they were apart. Although he would’ve preferred to be in her bed every night, it had given them a chance to get to know each other better. It had cemented in his mind that taking their relationship to the next level was the right thing to do. An engagement ring was practically burning a hole in the pocket of his shorts, and he was working up the courage to take a knee in front of her.
After spending a little more than twenty-four hours in bed making love to her, interspersed with breaks for food and other necessities, he’d used a debriefing meeting as an excuse to go pick out the ring. Avery had agreed to meet him at the jeweler’s. The older woman had been delighted to help and was the only one at the party who knew the proposal was coming today. Out in California, his parents and sisters also knew and couldn’t wait to meet his intended bride after he’d been telling them all about her whenever he’d called them. Frisco was just waiting for the right moment to ask Haven to marry him. He wanted them engaged when his team helped him move from his apartment to her housein a few days, since they’d all shipped out prior to being able to do it for the date Haven had set.
Roxie was having a grand time following the toddlers and older kids around, snatching up any food they dropped onto the ground, and getting petted by everyone. In addition to Avery, Reardon, and the Delta teams and their families, also present were Carter, Jordyn, and a few Trident operatives. Surprisingly, Ian Sawyer and his pregnant wife Angie, Brody “Egghead” Evans and his new wife, Fancy, Kip “Skipper” Morrison, and Tempest “Babs” Van Buren had flown into town yesterday at the last-minute invitation. They’d been en route to Florida from California where they’d been visiting their friend, country singer Summer Hayes, who’d been in a recent rollover car accident. Angie and Fancy had gone along to check on her, while the Trident team members were planning the security for Summer’s release from the rehab hospital she was in for her injuries. She’d be returning to her new home outside of Tampa for the rest of her recovery. Babs had flown the Trident jet in place of the regular pilot who was laid up with a stomach bug. The others from the private security company hadn’t been able to attend due to various assignments or busy personal livesback in Florida.
When they’d arrived, Sawyer had handed over a case of expensive scotch to Ghost who’d been confused at first. He then laughed when the Trident boss pointed to Hollywood and said, “Everyone can have some except that rat-bastard who should know better than to try and pull one over on me.”
Haven had been thrilled to meet Babs and Skipper to thank them for their part in her rescue. Apparently, she’d only met a few members of the two Trident teams prior to the mission. She was currently talking to Fancy and Brody, the latter was joking about telling someone named “Mistress Roxy” there was another auburn-haired Roxie running around. He pointed at the pup who was taking a break in the shade at the moment. His wife laughed and dared him to do it. From what Frisco could overhear, after a moment’s thought, the guy declined, saying he wasn’t into getting whipped by a Domme.
Rolling over, with Fletch and Emily’s daughter, Annie, on her lap, Haven stopped next to Frisco and leaned over for a swift kiss. The seven-year-old girl had apparently become enraptured with the Deimos operative, and vice versa, as Haven had gotten to know the girlfriends and wives of the other Deltas over the past few months. He’d been grateful they’dwelcomed her with open arms. For the first time in far too many years, Haven had a group of women who were simply her friends, not coworkers, targets, or passing acquaintances.
“Look what Haven gave me, Frisco!” Beaming, Annie held out her hand. In it was a small, clear, display box holding one of the Vietnam-era, 101st Airborne challenge coins that had belonged to Haven’s grandfather. The little tomboy was fascinated with anything to do with the military, especially the Army. Haven had told Frisco one night, during a video call, she knew her sister and mother would’ve loved little Annie and her enthusiasm. They also would’ve agreed with giving her one of Joseph McBride’s coins, knowing she would cherish it.
“That’s great, sprite. You take good care of that.”
“I will.” She eyed Carter as he took the chair between Frisco and Jordyn, who’d also just sat down. When the spy smiled at her scrutiny, she held up the box. “Look what Haven gave me—”
She paused and wrinkled her nose. “I’m sorry, but I forgot your name.” Intelligent and wise beyond her years, the little girl had a tendency to sound like someone in their twenties or thirties, much to her parents’chagrin at times.
“It’s Carter, sweetheart, and that’s a really nice present. You must be a very special person for Haven to give that to you.”
“I am. We’re best friends.” Her matter-of-fact tone almost dared anyone to disagree with her.
“Can never have too many of those,” he replied with a brotherly wink at Haven.
“What’s your other name? You can’t have just one name.”