Page 33 of Sweet Hate (If You Dare #1)

HAVEN

“ N ope.”

“No.”

“Gross.”

“Frumpy.”

“Ugh.”

I crash back onto the bed, my hands fisting my fuzzy soft comforter in frustration. I’m going to clean the freakin’ bakery for God’s sake. Why is what I’m wearing even a thing?

You know why, because today is different. He will be different.

Butterflies have been fluttering around my tummy since the second I opened my eyes this morning at the thought of seeing him today.

It’s ridiculous. I’m ridiculous. This guy was my best friend for years.

He has solidly seen me puking my guts out in sweatpants with mascara tracks running down my face.

In fact, he’s even peeled off an errant eyelash strip that got stuck to my forehead the one time I ever managed to stick them on without jabbing myself in the eye.

Does it get any worse than that?

Why would you even tempt fate, Haven? Have you learned nothing?

Christ. I need to calm the hell down.

I push off my bed with a renewed purpose and stalk back over to the closet, facing off with it much like a cowboy at dawn, the pile of clothes strewn across the floor clear proof that I’ve lost that shoot-out multiple times already.

A flash of hot pink catches my eye, and I rummage inside to pull it out. It’s my favorite pair of yoga pants, these ones with a mesh panel that runs in a V from the ankle to the side of my knees, with another one that cuts across my thighs.

Half of me doesn’t want to wear these and risk ruining them, but the other half, where the horny little devil Haven sits ruling on her throne…well, that half knows that there is no way these will fail considering his messages last night.

I want to poke that bear so he’ll poke my beaver.

A thrill of excitement courses through me at the thought of what he might do. Although he shouldn’t be doing anything while he’s working at the bakery according to my rules.

Why did I set those again?

Not wanting to waste any more time, I tug them on, thankful my ankle is feeling much better this morning.

The bath I took last night to cool off after texting Axel seems to have done the trick, and I’m no longer hobbling around like an eighty-year-old, especially when I’m facing a thirty-minute walk into the center of town to get to the bakery.

I should probably have rented a place closer, but I wasn’t sure how I’d feel coming back. I didn’t want to risk feeling suffocated and constantly under the microscope. Besides, the sea view really sealed the deal for me.

I pull on a tank top and throw my hair into a messy bun, wrapping a patterned bandana around it.

A slick of lip gloss and some eyeliner, and I’m done.

Eyeing myself up in the mirror, I bite my lip nervously.

Do I look like I’m trying too hard? Stupid really, I’m not dressed that differently from yesterday.

OK, the nice underwear under my clothes might be overkill, but you can’t see that.

My mind goes to the pink lacy two-piece set I have on. Tiny little bows sit on the straps and between my breasts. The naughtiest thing about them? If you take a good look at the panties, you realize the lace splits clean through the middle, leaving them crotchless.

I mean, he’s probably not even going to see them. I’m wearing them for myself. Wearing sexy underwear gives me the confidence boost I need today.

No harm in fantasizing though. What would he do if he saw my panties?

I bet it would be delicious. His blown-out pupils swallowing the blue of his eyes as he shoves a hand through his hair in frustration like always.

Would he tear them off and punish me? Or would he bury his face in there like he promised?

God, what would it feel like to ride his face now?

His stubble rubbing on me while those big, callused hands hold my thighs tight like he did in the bar.

A dull empty ache hits and arousal floods my core, shit, no.

What am I doing? I don’t need that when I’m wearing crotchless panties.

My yoga pants are supposed to wick away moisture, but I’m not sure if they’d be able to cope with me continuing down this dirty little road.

I need to get my head back in the game and walk my ass to work.

I open my door and step out, only to slam headfirst into a hard chest. Strong hands close around my upper arms to stop me from falling backwards.

Glancing up, I find myself lost in the deep-sea pools of Axel’s eyes.

He’s standing in my doorway, looking hotter than Hades—a tight black t-shirt stretches across his muscular chest, his soft worn leather jacket covers his broad shoulders, and ripped black jeans and his work boots finish the look perfectly .

“What are you doing here?” I squeak out, my voice rocking the perfect chipmunk impression. Sexy. He quirks a brow at me. Why is that so hot?

“I came to give you a ride to work. I didn’t want you walking on that ankle.”

I’d love a ride, but one to work isn’t what I had in mind.

“You didn’t have to do that. It feels fine today!”

I wiggle it around like a puppet to prove my point like a total idiot.

Hold it together, girl.

“I wanted to. Besides, if I hadn’t, I couldn’t do this.”

He lifts me clean off my feet, his big arms crushing me into his chest as his lips take mine in a punishing kiss.

His tongue immediately seeks entry, tangling with mine, betraying just how much need courses through him.

I lock my thighs around his waist, pressing my body tight to him while his cologne envelops me, leaving me dizzy.

I sink a hand into his hair, tugging it back, and bite his bottom lip, earning me a low growl that I feel vibrate everywhere . He nips back before crushing his lips to mine again, slowly grinding his hard cock against my now soaking core.

Meeting him thrust for thrust, I can feel the thick hard ridge of his cock rub against my slit through the fabric.

He walks us backwards pressing my back against the wall, his hips moving harder, violently thrusting, the denim rustling against me while he works us both into a frenzy.

He groans on my lips, lifting his head to stare into my eyes.

His eyes are wild and pained, the same need I feel written plain as day on his face while we struggle to catch our breath.

Our chests brushing is like a live wire to my sensitive nipples, leaving the hard little points tingling.

“If we don’t stop, I’m gonna fuck you in your hallway Sprinks. ”

I feel like I just ran a marathon. My brain can’t catch up with what just happened, and judging by the look on his face, he’s just as dazed as I am.

He searches my eyes while he continues to hold me tight in his arms. “What are you doing to me Haven, you’re driving me crazy.

” He chuckles as he crouches, picking up the purse I don’t even remember dropping, with one hand and handing it to me.

The vibration hits me square in the pussy, sending another shockwave of need through me.

Tightening my arms around his neck, I try to press myself closer, rubbing myself over him like a cat.

Hell, he almost has me purring.

He lets out an animalistic sound, tugging my bottom lip in his teeth, while his eyes sink shut. He pulls away and shakes his head, walking us back inside my front door, slamming it shut with a bang.

Oh shit . Now we’re closed inside my apartment. Where there’s a bed. And a shower. And all manner of other surfaces we could christen.

He lets out a low groan before nuzzling his face into my neck.

“Sprinks, we’re not gonna make it into work at this rate with the way your pussy is grinding against me. Does she feel empty? Does she need me?”

I’m not proud of the sound I make—a desperate mewl that has fire surging in his eyes. I have to feel him inside me.

“I didn’t mean to do anything but drive you to the bakery this morning, but now I know how much you need me, I can’t live with myself if I leave you wanting.”

His long legs stride us over to the sectional, where he sets me down facing the back of it. “Take that sexy jacket off and hold on, baby.”

I follow his orders, not trusting myself to utter a single word. The growl he unleashes once I turn around makes my hair stand on end.

“Holy shit. Did you wear these on purpose?” He grabs my ass with a squeeze as he presses his clothed cock into me.

“You’re a little tease, you know that? You set the rule that I can’t touch you in the bakery, but you have no problem showing up dressed like this to test my willpower.

” He trails a finger around the curve of my ass.

“Look at this butt. I can’t wait to slam into that tight little pussy and watch this perfect ass jiggle. ”

I can barely contain my excitement as his fingers slip under the waistband. Will he like the naughty panties I chose this morning? The sharp intake of breath and rumble of approval he lets out as he catches sight of my lacy panties doesn’t disappoint.

“You gift wrapped yourself in a bow for me. Such a good fucking girl.”

Hmmm, but am I a good girl? He clearly hasn’t spotted the slit yet.

He falls to his knees, kneading and kissing one ass cheek then the other before standing up behind me.

Is he going to strip now? Will he bang me over the back of my sofa like I need him to?

Anticipation has me wiggling on the spot just as his hand strokes back up my butt and moves below to press on my clit. His fingertips graze past the opening in my underwear and pause.

If I wasn’t so desperate for him right now, I’d laugh at his confusion. His fingers probe at the fabric further until one finger sinks into my wet heat.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck, are you serious right now? My girl has crotchless panties under these naughty little yoga pants? You really were trying to test me today weren’t you, Haven?

” He rips his hand away and slaps my ass hard.

I yelp, the sting pushing me closer to cumming as I grind my ass against him.

His hand grabs it and flexes, rubbing on the spot he slapped.

“You wore this knowing how desperately I’d want to touch you in that bakery. Watching you bend in these turns me into a goddamn animal, making me salivate and grind my teeth with the need to rip them off and sink into you.” His breath tickles my ear while he traces a finger along my core.

“And all along this would be bare?” He sinks just the tip inside me, pulling it out as soon as I shift to take it deeper, sliding it back up to trace my clit.

“This naughty little clit rubbing on the lace, pressing on the seam of your pants, getting you off. You’re a bad, bad fucking girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls, Haven?”

I can’t answer as he sinks two fingers inside me with enough force to take my breath away.

Shit, that’s good.

He glides them in and out as he grabs my hair with his other hand and pulls me up.

“Bad girls get punished, Haven. Bad girls don’t get to tease their man and then get the orgasm they so desperately want.”

I barely listen to his words as I chase his fingers with my hips, close to shattering apart in the best possible way. I’m so close. Right there. My walls clench around his fingers, trying like hell to keep them inside me. My breath stutters, my eyes slam shut as I feel myself start to break.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out, just as I was on the brink of exploding.

“Noooo please,” I don’t even recognize my own voice, so desperate to come I could cry.

He runs a finger along my slit, and I try to push it back inside me.

“Nuh-uh, sweet girl. You wanted to tease me today, so I’m going to make damn sure I tease you right back.

You’ll feel this swollen little clit brush against these naughty panties all day.

I want that pussy aching for me as you walk around.

I want to smell your need while you drip, desperate for my cock. ”

He can’t be serious. He’s going to leave me like this all fucking day?

I hear him suck his fingers into his mouth .

“Mmmmm you taste so good, Sprinks, so much sweeter than I remember. You’re definitely my favorite flavor.”

He tugs my pants back up my legs, and I’m so freakin’ horny that just their silky material makes me clench. Of course, this ass notices and pulls me back against his chest, his hand stroking up my body to collar my neck. He tightens his grip, while trailing the other hand down to toy with my clit.

“You like to play games, but baby, I’m the game master. You set the rule that we can’t play in the bakery. You’ll have to beg me to break it and fuck you like you need me to.”

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this horny or this desperate for anyone. I don’t know if I want to fuck him or kill him for doing this to me.

Grabbing my pussy in his hand, he bites down on my neck, sucking the spot gently.

“You’re mine, Haven Blake. And I’ll be sure to find plenty of ways to remind you who you belong to and just how achingly empty you feel without your man’s cock inside you. You’ll beg me to fuck you before the day is through. Mark my words.”

He releases me, turns and leaves my apartment without another word, while my couch is the only thing stopping me from collapsing to the floor.

What the actual flying fuck?

This man just blue beaned me in the worst possible way and just turns and casually walks back out to his truck.

Oh hell no. I am not begging him to do shit.

He says I’m a tease, but he doesn’t know the half of it.

If anyone’s going to be begging, it’ll be him on his knees for me .