I knew he didn’t give a crap what I said about his sex life. Kite had his own pleasure-pain that rivalled on a little fucked-up for my tastes. But it was consensual.
“And why the fuck would you let any guy hold your dick and jab a needle through it? What the hell, man?”
Kite hit me in the chest with his fist this time. “It was a chick and I’ve never had any complaints about it.”
“Yeah, because by the time they see it, you have them tied up with a whip in your hand.”
“Don’t do that at home. Ropes. That’s it. All else is at the club.”
I did know that. He’d told me once that his tastes involved trust and he was never with a girl long enough to get that, so instead, he went to the club. It was a safe place for those interested in that lifestyle.
I shot my elastic again. “She does need help, but she needs our trust more.” Haven may never tell anyone what hell she’d been through. But regardless, it was her right to refuse.
Kite didn’t say anything and he wasn’t taking his turn so I looked at him. He was looking at me, eyes narrowed—assessing.
“What?” I punched him in the chest then threw my handful of elastic into the bowl on the coffee table and stood.
The floorboards at the top of the stairs creaked and stole my attention. Haven stood with her hand on the railing, her hair falling in soft blonde tresses over one shoulder and her legs . . . shit, she’d changed out of the jeans. It was the first time I’d ever seen her naked legs. Even when I jumped in the water with her, she was wearing pants and a long-sleeved shirt.
My breath locked down. My heart did the opposite and thumped wildly, which propelled my blood through my veins like a raging river right down to my cock. I went hard as a fuckin’ rock. Shit, no it was harder . . . like iron. She wore shiny black pumps and even from here, I could see her toes curled in the open toe on her right foot that was tipped forward about to make the first step downstairs.
The mid-thigh length black dress gripped every curve of her body like cling wrap, sweet hips, slimming into a tight abdomen and waist. But it was her thighs I kept going back to, muscled and toned from the running, smooth silk that begged me to caress and grab and have wrapped around my waist.
Screw the nun fantasy.
I was the man-whore with every part of me at the sight of her, because sure as fuck, I wanted to drag her to my room and fuck her until she screamed my name over and over again and I didn’t care if she hated me in the morning as long as I got to taste her.
Well, that was where my head was, all in my cock with no blood feeding my brain. Because I did care if she hated me and not just in the morning.
My eyes trailed to her breasts, not big, but would fit nicely cupped in my hands. Her neck was bare, no jewelry, no material to hide her collarbone that I imagined sliding my tongue across and leaving little red marks as I nipped her skin up the gentle curve of her neck.
When my eyes finally made it up to hers, she was glaring, mouth tight and brows low. Haven certainly wouldn’t like being looked at like she was something to eat. But she fuckin’ was. I’d lick every inch of her then taste the sweetness between her legs.
But that wasn’t happening. Shit, I didn’t want to ruin anything we had and she was too screwed up to be with a guy like me. My loyalty track record with chicks was zero and I lost interest as soon as I had a taste. I liked what we had and I was determined not to screw it up by thinking with my cock.
Didn’t mean I couldn’t look and jerk off later to that image of her standing at the top of the stairs looking like a hard-ass angel that could cut off my dick with her teeth or stroke it with the velvet touch of her tongue.
Kite punched me in the shoulder and knocked me off-balance. “Ream’s sister. And your mom wants her in the family, not running for her life.”
“Don’t fuckin’ mention my mom when I’m looking at a hot chick. Jesus.” It was like a pinprick to my inflated cock. As she approached, my mouth dried up and I had trouble forming a single sane thought, because all that was raging through me was the desire to grab her, throw her down and sink into her while I crushed her mouth with mine.
“Snap out of it.” Kite shoved me and I staggered sideways into the coffee table. I was seeing a face plant any second and took a large leap with one leg to the other side so I was straddling it.
Kite shook his head at me then looked at Haven. “You look good.” He smiled at her, then grabbed the car keys and went outside, the screen door clanging behind him.
“Wow, Ice. You look smokin’ hot.” I jumped forward to get away from straddling the table. She frowned and that wasn’t the reaction I was searching for. Embarrassment, a little heat in the cheeks, fuck, a smile would be good enough. A guy tells a girl she looks smokin’ hot, you’d expect her to be happy. But Haven wasn’t just some girl. She was . . . distinctive.
She walked up to me and looked me up and down. “You wearing that?”
I looked down at myself frowning. What the hell was wrong with . . . I glanced back at her and saw the slight upward curve of her shiny pink glossed lips. Nice. She was teasing me and teasing from Haven was fuckin’ special as hell. “Oh, baby, I could wear a snow suit and the chicks would still flock to me.”
She bit her lip but I saw her eyes flicker in the direction of my cock. “Flock South, you mean.”
I laughed, then stepped closer to her. It kind of sucked that instead of a chick wilting and getting all mushy when I came toward her, Haven stiffened.