Page 38 of Sweet Hate (If You Dare #1)

HAVEN

W hat the hell was I thinking? Short answer, I wasn’t.

I can’t believe I’m sitting in the diner without panties on.

Squeezing my thighs together I fidget and wriggle on the bench again, the silky material sliding across the vinyl covered seat easily with a swoosh.

Can people tell? If they can’t, that stupid noise will give it away soon enough.

I glance surreptitiously at Lucas but he’s chuckling down at his phone.

Ok, hopefully that means he hasn’t noticed I’m indecent right now. OK, fine, not entirely, but I’d feel better if I had my panties acting as some kind of barrier here.

Axel’s warm, strong hand grips my thigh under the table and gives it a squeeze to halt my movements. What is he doing? He can’t be grabbing my thigh in public. I shoot him a glare, widening my eyes pointedly, but he just flashes me a smirk and flexes his fingers again.

Anxiety creeps in the longer we sit here waiting for our food and his hand is not helping one bit. I toy with my fork, contemplating stabbing his offending hand, so the cocky asshole gets the hint, but I don’t want blood all over my favorite yoga pants. That would be a little unfortunate.

It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have agreed. It was a really stupid idea. There’s a fine line between crotchless panties and going commando, but now I’m out in the wild, I feel totally exposed. Clearly Axel won’t be finding me naked under a coat by his front door anytime soon.

At least Lucas is entertained by the group chat.

The chat I am now actively trying to avoid thanks to him putting us on blast. I could kill Axel for responding.

All that did was confirm Lucas was telling the flippin’ truth.

They couldn’t believe Axel was messaging them for God’s sake.

It’s like rule number five was to skywrite the fact that we’re about to shag.

Why don’t we tell the local paper while we’re at it?

Our friends guessing is one thing—though not ideal, they are usually decent about keeping our business within our little group, but if old Edna sitting on the opposite table catches sight of Axel's hand currently creeping up my inner thigh…well, that’s hardly giving off friend vibes, is it?

I don’t know about him, but I don’t make it a habit of groping my friends’ thighs, dangerously close to their sex parts .

Should I just write the pants off as a casualty of war and grab the damn fork?

As if he knows I’m thinking about him, he leans toward me, his warm breath grazing my ear.

“Relax, Sprinks, no one can see shit. You’re so tense. Do you need me to help you unwind a little? If you can keep quiet, I can strum this sweet pussy right here and ease all that tension from your shoulders.”

What the hell?

“No.”

We’re just going to ignore the fact that his words have my clit pulsing and sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Maybe if we were somewhere else, any other town where no one knew our names, that would be something I’d get on board with. But here? Now? No.

I shove his hand off my thigh with a scowl and excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I need to clean up and pull myself together.

Thankfully, the bathroom is empty, so I quickly sort myself out and look in the mirror, relieved that these yoga pants aren’t giving me away.

Well, other than a camel toe, but I guess that’s what Axel’s t-shirt is for.

Taking advantage of my five minutes peace, I can’t help fingering the soft fabric and lifting it to my nose to inhale the sexy scent of his cologne.

The smell wraps around me soothing my anxious energy.

I might have bitched about wearing it, but I don’t hate smelling like him.

I’ll never tell though. Tugging the shirt back down, I spin in the mirror again to double check that any and all naughty bits are covered, and yank open the bathroom door.

Before I can even take one step outside, I yelp as I’m shoved back inside.

Axel crashes his lips to mine, swallowing my surprise sound as he maneuvers us both with the skill of a dancer, flicking the lock and crowding me against the door.

He breaks apart, trailing his nose up my jaw line, his warm breath tickling my neck. “We’re not in the bakery now, Sprinks.” His gruff whisper sends goosebumps up my arms.

“What the fuck, Axel? Lucas is out there. Our food will be coming soon. What are you doing?” My heart thunders out of my chest right now, there’s no way Axel can’t hear it when it’s practically deafening me.

“My girl needs me. When she needs me, I’m damn well going to deliver.”

I suck in a breath, his words making me want to melt into a puddle on the floor. His eyes darken as his lips seize mine again, in a wildly desperate kiss.

I stand on tiptoes and thread my hand through his hair, gripping the long ends to pull myself closer. He easily scoops me up, lining my core with the hard length trapped in his jeans.

“Seeing you in my shirt does wild things to me, Sprinks. It makes me want things I shouldn’t. It shreds my self control, desperate with the need to bury myself deep and blow my load. I want to mark you as mine from the inside out.”

I let out a low moan at his words. The raw desire in his voice threatens to send me over the edge. I’m so amped up from everything we’ve already done today, I’m close to coming from his words alone.

He slides me down to the floor again, his lips feathering kisses down my neck, before he falls to his knees in front of me.

I brush the white lock that’s fallen across his forehead back as he turns his head toward my palm and kisses it softly in an oddly tender move considering the intensity pouring off him in waves right now.

He pulls off my sneakers and tugs down my yoga pants, tossing them to the side as his warm breath hovers over my clit. “It’s time for my breakfast.”

Shit.

“Axel, no. We can't.” He trails a thick finger through my slit, my head falling back against the door with a moan as his move sends tremors through me.

“If I don’t get a proper taste of you, I’m going to burst. I want you to ride my face until you explode all over it. We’re not going back to that table until I’ve made you come so I can taste you with every bite of my meal.”

The second his hand touches my bare thigh to lift it onto his broad shoulder, my brain short circuits, all reasons why we shouldn’t do this forgotten.

He kisses his way up my leg before his head surges forward and his tongue licks up my slit and circles my clit. The low groan that rips out of his chest at the contact does things to me.

“Goddamn, Sprinks, I’ve been dying for a proper taste of this pussy. It tastes better than I remember. My dreams have not been doing it justice.”

His what now?

I don’t have time to dwell as he grins wickedly at me, licking his lips before sinking two fingers into me.

His grip on my hip tightening. My body trembles as he moves his fingers, finally filling the ache he left me with this morning, and I can’t help but let out a needy sound.

His thick fingers stretch me perfectly as he slides them in deep, keeping pace with his tongue.

He pulls his mouth away, his eyes almost black.

“I’d cover my mouth if I were you unless you want the whole diner to hear your screams.” He sucks and bites on my thigh, a gasp falling from my lips before I slam both hands over my mouth to try and silence myself.

He moves to suck on my clit again revealing the hickey he left on my thigh. The sight of his mark on me sets me on fire. I love seeing that there. It means I’m not imagining this.

He bends his fingers inside me, finding my G-spot easily, adding delicious pressure making my eyes roll back in my head. I’m almost there. I’m ready to come in a matter of seconds, my hips bucking of their own accord.

I grip his hair tight, as if I’m holding bike handlebars, and pull his head closer still, practically grinding on him.

He lets out a growl of approval, and when he grazes my clit with his teeth and drives his fingers even deeper, the pressure inside me shatters.

I explode, my whole body arching away from the door as I see literal fireworks.

Holding me tight, he continues his assault while I bite my hand to contain my scream.

Panting hard, I struggle to control my breathing as he slows his movements, gently sliding his fingers out.

My eyes close and I lean back on the door with a satisfied hum as my pussy still pulses with aftershocks.

My legs feel like Jello and I’m pretty sure If he wasn’t holding me up, I would be a heap on the floor already .

“Shit, I’ve missed you so much.” I smile down at him ready to admit I’ve missed him too but he’s not looking up at me. Is he talking to my pussy? His thumbs are stroking circles onto my inner thighs , while he looks directly at it, placing featherlight kisses on my sensitive clit.

“Are you-?”

“Shh, Sprinks. We’re having a moment here. You’ll get yours too, don't worry.”

Oh. My. God. He is.

“I’m gonna treat you so good. You won’t remember anyone else’s touch but mine. It’s my duty to keep you happy. It’s my honor to keep you satisfied.”

How is that both ridiculous and adorable all at once?

With one more kiss to my clit, he gently moves my thigh from his shoulder before standing to his full height in front of me.

“That was incredible, Sprinks. Seeing you come apart on my tongue after all these years was out of this world.”

He’s not wrong. It felt out of this world too. He smiles widely at me, his blue eyes sparkling. He looks happy and genuinely relaxed, which is something considering the huge boner currently pressing against my tummy. That can’t feel good.

I shift so I can free his cock, but he pulls me back in with a kiss. “Let me do you.” I murmur on his lips.

He pulls back with a smirk.

“No, sweet girl. This was for you. Mm, well, maybe a little for me too. I told you I wanted to make sure I could taste you in every single bite I take out there.” He grins wickedly, licking his lips, evidence of my orgasm shining all over his stubbled chin.

My face burns, his words turning me on all over again. Jesus, I don’t remember him being this dirty before. If he keeps this up, I don’t know how I’m going to keep boundaries in place. I’m about five seconds away from begging for his cock right now. I’m in so much trouble .

“Stay right here, Sprinks. Let me clean you up as best I can. I wish I’d thought to bring something softer with me.” Especially if he keeps being this cute dammit.

“I can’t imagine you were planning to eat me out in the bathroom.” I giggle at the thought, trying to distract us both and shake off my heart eyes, but one look at his face says he disagrees with me.

“Wasn’t I? Your rules are that we can’t fuck in the bakery, so anywhere else is fair game.

And when I saw that cute butt of yours constantly fidgeting out there, I knew my girl was feeling needy.

And I won’t ever have that.” He chuckles and the sound hits me low, sending a hum of need through me, while I watch him wet some paper towels under the warm water.

He crouches back down and wipes me gently before holding my yoga pants for me to step into, slowly dragging them up my legs. How does he make the simple act of dressing me sexy? What is happening right now.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Haven. Thank you for trusting me.”

He pulls me into his arms, and I feel my heart thump hard.

Snuggling into his chest, I listen to the erratic beating of his heart.

I can’t believe that after all this time, we’re back here again.

Tightening my hold on him, I sigh happily.

This gives me déjà vu. I used to love holding him, listening to his heartbeat until I fell asleep on our sleepovers—You know, when he snuck out of the sleeping bag he should’ve been in, to wrap himself around me in my single bed.

All too soon, his hands fall away, and he takes a step back.

“We should get back to Lucas, babe. Our breakfast is probably getting cold.”