Page 34 of Sweet Hate (If You Dare #1)

AXEL

S o, that didn’t quite go according to plan.

My cock pulls a Medusa turning to stone.

Massive stone—we’re talking Stonehenge level bone here—If it could punch me in the eye, I reckon it would.

I was so fucking close to sinking into my girl and sating this insanity that’s plagued me since she showed up.

Instead, I’ve probably pissed her off and left myself with a boner that will not quit.

I was aiming for romantic. Show up to give her a lift to the bakery, her favorite coffee waiting in the truck to surprise her—perfect boyfriend shit.

You’re not her boyfriend though, are you?

I know. No labels. Casual. All my suggestions. But knowing she might be sticking around, well, let’s just say I have feelings about that. Real hard feelings. And not just in my pants. I might not want to address them right now, but yeah. Cute romantic shit surely wouldn’t hurt.

Sunlight picks that moment to glint off the pink iridescent cold cup I’d picked up for her at the store, mocking my romantic gesture.

Way to woo her wise guy.

I’m not even sure how to explain what happened.

Those damn panties activated me like a bull with the color red.

I sure as shit wanted to rut her like a bull.

I can’t believe my girl owns crotchless panties.

And that she’s naughty enough to wear them to the bakery all day.

I could tug her pants down and just slip my hard cock in, while that soft lace strangles it.

Not helping.

Shit, the sound of her slamming the door almost makes me jump. She’s definitely pissed. I glance at her, taking in this girl in all her five-three pink fury, and my breath stutters to a stop.

Her hair is still messy from where I fisted it, and I can see the telltale redness of a hickey starting to form where I sucked on her neck.

Should I feel a little guilty about marking her perfect creamy skin like that? Probably.

Do I? Abso-fuckin-lutely not.

I see the point of her rules. A small rational part of my brain might even agree with her. But I don’t have to like it. In fact. I hate them and I want to break every last one.

Actually, that’s a lie.

I have zero intention of breaking number three. I can’t so much as look at another woman, let alone get it up to bang anyone else, ever since Haven crash landed back into my life.

As for the rest of them, I want to be able to walk around town holding her hand. I want her to sit on my lap when we’re out with friends. I want to kiss and touch her whenever, wherever the hell I want, bakery or audience be damned.

Plus, you’ve probably already broken one of them.

The flames firing from her eyes as she approaches the truck would burn a lesser man to the ground. Lucky I’m a firefighter and can stand a little heat. Chin set defiantly, she pointedly ignores my outstretched hand and hoists herself up into the truck with the seatbelt like Tarzan instead .

The sparks radiating off her, make my skin tingle and come alive. Today’s gonna be fun.

I might have shot my romantic plans to hell, but maybe this’ll work in my favor. My girl might just break rules four and five for me.

We pull up to the bakery in silence. She didn’t even ask about the pink cup sitting in the holder, which is a little surprising.

Day one of our new arrangement, and I’m in the doghouse. I thought a little teasing and edging might ramp up the tension, but now I’m wondering if I pushed her too far. I didn’t expect her to stay quiet the entire way over. She’ll probably send me packing and replace me with her vibrator again.

Fix it.

Her hand tries the door handle, but it’s locked. Removing my seatbelt, I push my seat back and turn my body to face her.

“Sprinks?”

Nothing. Not even a finger twitch.

“Sprinks, babe, look at me.” Leaning forward, I gently take hold of her chin and turn her head toward me. Her eyes burn, still ready to toast me like a marshmallow.

Planting soft, feathery light kisses on her lips, I unclip her seatbelt and easily lift her over the console and onto my lap.

Leaning my head on her chest, I can hear the erratic beating of her heart while I breathe her in. She smells so damn edible.

“I don’t want to start our first day like this, Haven. I’m sorry if I pushed you too far. If edging is a hard limit for you, tell me, and I’ll never do it again. I want you screaming my name in pleasure, never in rage. ”

I feel the moment she softens, the tension seeping out of her body as she relaxes onto me.

“What’s that?” I feel her voice vibrate through her chest, which I’m still happily nuzzling, not ready to let go of the soft, round breasts I’m so damn fond of.

“What’s what, Sprinks?” I mumble my words, my focus on motor-boating the heaven currently smothering my face.

“The pink cup.”

“Oh, I saw them when I went to get your coffee and thought you’d like it. I had them put it in that. Apparently it keeps it cold for longer.”

I feel her sharp intake of breath before she shuffles backwards on my lap, leaving me breast free and bereft.

Reluctantly I look up and see her face has softened in amazement.

“That’s actually real sweet of you, Axel.” She runs a hand through my hair and fully seats herself, straddling my lap. Holy shit, I love the sensation her touch shoots through me.

“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 to whatever 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 just left me with balls bluer than a Smurf.

Note to self: Edging her will only come back to bite you in the ass.