"Yeah, just a bit," I tell her. "I'm not afraid of your father, Haven. He has no reason to throw me back into prison, and I spent most of the night thinking of a game plan."Which I'm unsure of right now. "While I think there's a good chance you may find evidence in his office, I won't be able to afford an attorney to do anything with it afterward. My word won't hold up in court, not against the mayor. I truly have one option, and it's straight up blackmailing."
Haven pulls the sheets up to her chest, her knuckles turning white from her grip. "How do you plan to do that?"
"Just give me a chance," I tell her.
With a nervous look in her eyes, she silently agrees with a slight nod of her head. Secretly, I can't wait to see the look on Mayor Leigh's face when he spots me walking into his house—another moment I've dreamt about.
Haven slips into the bathroom, and I hear the water from the shower pelting against the plastic shower curtain. Kicking the thin sheet off my body, I grab my last condom from the back pocket of my jeans and stalk toward the bathroom, rapping my knuckles against the door before walking in. "I'm just taking a quick shower," Haven says just as I see the shower curtain reel over the metal rod.
"Yeah, me too.” I tear the curtain back open.
"Hey!" she giggles.
I step into the shower with her, taking in the beauty of her flawless body that was concealed within the darkness of the night. Her breasts are twice the size they were back then, and her hips have filled out, creating the perfect curves of her slim figure.
With her bottom lip pinched between her teeth, she backs up against the shower wall, offering me space to join her. "I don't think I’ve told you how beautiful you are today," I say, placing my hands around her waist, enjoying the silkiness of her wet skin.
Her fingers splay across my chest, and while they feel small, I can sense her touch across every bare inch of my body. As she wraps her arms around my neck, I lift her up, allowing her legs to tangle around me.
She softly kisses the length of my neck as loose strands of her hair slink like silk along my skin. Impatient and greedy, I pin her against the wall as I drag my mouth to her neck, biting and sucking, feeling her moans vibrate through her throat. Her legs untangle from around me, and she slips down against the wall, falling into the steam as she wraps her hand around my cock.
I close my eyes, feeling the mixture of hot water dripping down my back and her warm mouth enveloping half of my length. The movements of her tongue prove a skill I never knew she had.
Haven takes me in as far she can, sucking gently, then harder, each movement a surprise. My body is moving on its own accord, in and out of her smooth, wet lips, praying I last long enough to enjoy as many seconds of this as I possible.
She continues to moan, and the vibration is amplifying every damn second of this experience as she works magic with her tongue. I glance down, needing to memorize this view, finding her doll-like eyes staring up at me with a blazing heat. It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.
Completely enamored by the moment, I pull at her hair and spill into her mouth.Oh shit!I worry for a split second, knowing chicks don't always love what I just did without warning, but she doesn't flinch as she swallows everything I give her.
Still looking up at me, she drags the back of her hand against her bottom lip and smiles gently. "You turned into quite the woman," I mutter. I reach outside of the curtain, grabbing the condom I left on the rim of the tub before hijacking Haven's shower and slip it on just as she stands up. I flip her around and wrap my arm around her breasts while plunging into her from behind. A small gasp catches in her throat, but she presses her hands against the wall, inviting me to continue.
With my hand cupped around her sex, I toy with her to double the pleasure for both of us, and it’s only seconds before her moans are echoing between the walls, forcing me to lose my sense of balance. “Raine, don’t stop...please, don’t…”
As I listen to her moans turn into full-blown screams, I know we're feeling the same type of pleasure, and I love watching her body thrust against mine.
I squeeze my hand around her breast while pinching my fingers around her hardened nipple, and I release into her, feeling all of my turmoil mix with her sweetness. “Holy shit, Haven,” I groan.
God, she's breathing so heavily, making unfamiliar noises I'd like imprinted into my head like a memory I can replay like a song. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to move again anytime soon,” she utters.
“I hope that’s not the case,” I whisper into her ear.
When her body becomes limp in my arms, I turn her around, scooping her back up so she wraps her arms and legs around me. "You are...I don’t even have words," she breathes.
“I’m not sure anything could describe that, but you know, I can tell you I’m not proud of the places I've been, Haven, but you are one place I wish I could photograph and hang up in a frame."
She laughs quietly and rests her cheek on my shoulder. "That's the craziest—hottest thing anyone has ever said to me."
"You make me say some pretty crazy things." I hug her tightly, feeling a million different things I'm not sure I can put a label on. One thing is for sure, though… "You also made me realize that I've needed a hug for seven long years." As I confess those words, she holds me tighter, and I finally feel like I’m home.
Along the road of my fucked-up life, I convinced myself I didn't need love, affection, or human touch with any sort of emotion behind it, but now that I feel so much at one time, I realize what I've been missing. I need someone to look at me like they give a damn. I need someone to touch me like they've never wanted to touch anything else. And, I need someone to hold me and share their warmth.
Or maybe, I've always just needed her.
I watch Haven wash up her hair, her body, and her face, taking in the sight of her purity, and wanting nothing more than to share the feeling with her.
When the shower turns into a trickle, the realization is loud and clear, highlighting what stands before us, and it feels like another hill we'll need to pull ourselves up. My life has been one giant mountain for most of my life, and I haven't given up yet, so hopefully the peak isn’t so far away anymore.
We both get dressed and gather our few belongings before checking out of the motel for the day. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Haven asks as we head down the street.
"No, I don't think this is a good idea," I tell her honestly. "But I'm running out of options."
