Page 46 of Sweet Hate (If You Dare #1)

I prowl like a lion across the forecourt toward the group and glare at Beckett, who arches a brow at me and whispers something to Haven.

So, this asshole wants to get dead.

Her aqua eyes flash to me, and her smile brightens, hitting me square in the chest.

Fuck the rules.

I jog the last few steps toward her, desperate to hold her in my arms, and sweep her up off the floor, slamming my lips onto hers.

She freezes, her nails digging into my shoulders. My heart stops when her mouth stays frozen, not moving to kiss me back.

Rule five, asshole .

Is it possible to kick my own ass? All it takes is two minutes of her being in my firehouse, surrounded by my squad, and I turn into a caveman. Now how do I unfuck this mess?

I’m about to put her down and grovel for forgiveness when her body melts to mine and she opens up to my kiss.

I can’t contain the groan that rips through me as she wraps her arms around my neck, burying her hands in my hair.

She drags her nails down my scalp, making me shudder as her tongue tangles with mine.

If this is a dream, I’m not sure I ever want to wake up.

Our surroundings fall away, and I’m lost in this moment, consumed by her sweet taste as it invades my senses. I adjust my hold on her, gripping her tighter, every inch of her now flush against me.

The sound of my crew hooting and hollering their approval is what sends us crashing back to the present, and I realize I’m practically grinding my cock into my girl in my engine room.

We break apart, both a little shocked if the surprise flickering across her beautiful, flushed face is anything to go by.

“Get some, Lieutenant,” Max shouts, making my girl blush bright red and hide her face in my neck.

My boner is planning a great escape, painfully pressing on my pants, trying to get to where her warm pussy is cradling him. I’ve got her perfect peach in my hands but thank christ my lizard brain had the good sense to hold her dress down.

If the guys had seen her butt, they’d be losing eyes as well as hands today. That might complicate things in the fire station.

“You should probably put me down, Axel.” Haven's lips brush my ear as she whispers.

I turn to mumble quietly into her hair, “Not sure I can, Sprinks. You’re the only thing standing between me and my dick saluting my crew.”

Her giggle hits me square in the chest. If my girl is giggling, maybe she isn’t going to rip me a new one for breaking one of her rules.

Sending a silent prayer that Cap didn’t witness any of this, I stride toward my doorway, Haven still cradled in my arms.

I can still hear my guys laughing and joking about being pussy whipped as I round the doorway into my office. Empty.

Thank Christ.

Kicking the door shut, I stride to my desk and sit her on top.

I know I’ve had this fantasy before, in my weaker moments, before she came back. I need to pinch myself to make sure this is real.

She looks at me, tilting her cute head, a curl falling across her face that I brush behind her ear.

“Hi, Lieutenant.” Her shy smile is doing strange shit to my insides.

I still can't believe my girl is here, sitting on my desk. In my firehouse.

“Hi yourself. I thought I’d inhaled too much smoke on that last call and progressed to full on hallucinations. Seeing you here is an unexpected surprise.”

“Good surprise?” Apprehension flashes across her face for a second before she tries to hide it.

It’s cute that she thinks she can hide her feelings from me, but I know her.

This whole thing pushed her out of her comfort zone, and she did it for me.

My body thrums with joy—not only did she do this for me, but she kissed me back.

I lean in and brush my lips against hers softly.

“Sprinks, it was the best fucking surprise. I thought I was dreaming, but if I were, you’d be a lot more naked, and a lot less surrounded by my squad.”

She grins at that, a mischievous sparkle glinting in her eyes.

“They seem nice. Dr. Foxy was especially friendly.”

“ Dr. Foxy is going to find himself looking a lot less foxy if he doesn’t learn to keep his hands off my woman,” I growl out .

Her eyes flare with arousal at that. Shit, she likes my neanderthal side. That’ll make it impossible to rein it in.

“I like you being in my space, Sprinks. I like it a real lot.”

“I thought I’d bring over a fresh batch of cakes before I go meet the girls for dinner since you said the crew enjoyed them. I didn’t expect you to bulldoze right through the rules again, though. What are we going to do in six weeks’ time when everyone’s asking us why we broke up?”

My brain short circuits trying to process everything she’s just thrown at me.

Dinner. Out. Looking like this. Where every asshole in town is going to try his luck without me there.

Six weeks.

Break up.

Hearing her say it shouldn’t be a surprise. It’s not like I’ve forgotten. The looming deadline is a constant noose around my neck.

Still, the reminder guts me. I thought she might be coming around to the idea of dropping the bullshit rules. Clearly not.

I stand up, yanking my belt from my pants and shoving them down in quick jerky movements. I’m desperate to prove to this woman that we are anything but temporary. Her eyes widen in shock.

“Axel what are you doing? You’re at work. Anyone could walk in.”

“Fucking let them, Sprinks. While you’re out tonight, I want you to feel my cum dripping down your thighs. I want you to remember who you belong to.”

She shivers, her eyes heating at my words. I stand in front of her, fisting my hard cock, already leaking, desperate to be inside her.

“Take off your panties, Sprinks.” She nervously bites her lip as she lifts her hips off the desk slightly to pull them down. I’ve lost my damn mind at this point. I know that for sure .

No one will walk in here knowing she’s in here with me, but this is still a huge risk. One I would never ordinarily take. I have never felt tempted to do something like this. Haven’s the only girl I’ve ever fantasized about having here, and I kept those thoughts buried deep.

Lining myself up with her wet entrance, I groan as I push the head of my cock inside her. She’s so damn tight, I feel like I’m about to detonate just from feeling her grip my cock again. I’ll never take this feeling for granted.

As I bottom out, she lets out a low moan before slamming her hand over her mouth.

“I don’t care if they hear my girl coming apart on my cock. Let them hear you scream my name while you gush all over my desk.”

Tightening around me, her breath hitches before she moans my name. My girl definitely has an exhibitionist streak, and I want to be the one to explore it with her.

I thrust into her harder, gripping her bare thighs so tight she’ll likely be wearing my handprints tonight.

I should probably feel a little bad about that but having her here and seeing her thrash around on my desk, I can’t bring myself to feel anything but pride that she’s mine.

She’ll wear my mark, so others stay the hell away.

“I want your sexy thighs to ache with the reminder of being wrapped around me. I want any asshole who comes within five feet of you to smell my cum on you and know you’re taken.”

I drive my cock into her hard. “That. You. Are. Mine.” I pound into her with every word to get my point across.

I lean over her, bracing myself on one arm so I can pinch and roll her nipple.

She curls her arms around my neck and pulls me into a hungry kiss, her need clear with the way her pussy pulses and grips my cock tighter.

Breaths growing choppy and erratic as she gets closer to letting go, she releases a low, husky moan.

I never thought I’d get the chance to see Haven again, and now that I get to live out my most suppressed fantasy, I can’t hold back.

A shiver races up my spine as I thrust deeper, her body arching beneath mine.

She looks so damn sexy, her hair spilling across my desk, the image burning into my soul.

My balls tighten, and I cover her mouth with mine to muffle her rising moans.

Our tongues tangle and she shatters around me, clenching me so tight I can barely move.

Thats all it takes to push me over the edge and I’m gone, spilling into her violently.

The radio crackles above me while I’m still pumping jet after jet into my girl, alerting us to an incident.

“Fuck!” I growl. Pulling gently out of her, I shove my still-leaking dick into my boxers. He’s really pissed at me right now.

“I’m so sorry, Sprinks. I have to go.” She’s jumped off the desk with her hair wild, glasses askew, panties already back on as she’s tugging down her dress.

We run out to the engine room, where I haul ass to put my gear on and give her a chaste kiss goodbye before climbing onto the engine and waiting for my crew to do the same.

I can’t tear my eyes away from her as she stands there, looking shellshocked and freshly fucked. Satisfaction seeps into my bones that I put that pink flush in her cheeks. Pretty sure it was worth it, even though I’m sitting in my turnout gear swimming in my own cum right now.

As Max pulls out of the firehouse, she waves us off, and I grin back at her and tap my chest. When her smiling aqua eyes meet mine and she blows me a kiss, I’m on top of the world.

“Lieutenant…or should I call you Tarzan? Jane seems nice,” he teases, expertly maneuvering the truck without skipping a beat.

Goddamn. Of course, Max had to comment.

“Shut it, Max.”

“Oh. I don’t know, you beating your chest because you love her was a nice touch. How the mighty have fallen. I never thought our top wingman would be retiring into domestic bliss. Although I totally see why. I’d probably toss it all away for her too.”

I can’t contain the growl that rips from my chest.

“Hey, hey, rein in the beast, boss. It’s just an observation. She seems great, that’s all. I’m not gonna muscle in on your girl, don’t worry, LT. She’s good for you.”

I ignore him and focus on the road ahead.

Just this once, I wish I wasn’t doing the job I love most in the world.

I wish I was still doing the woman I love most in the world instead.