Haven Bound

9. Austin

9

Austin

Attempting to sleep while she’s in my bed feels pointless. She’s in there right now, her perfect body wrapped up in my sheets, getting her sweet vanilla scent all over my bed. It’s been at least thirty minutes since I closed the bedroom door behind me, and she has yet to come back out. I was trying to give her time to take a shower first if she wanted to, but she must’ve gone straight to sleep.

She could be wearing my t-shirt right now.

Fuck. The idea of her thick curves wrapped up in my clothing, in my sheets, has my cock thickening against the zipper of my black jeans. I have no doubt that the next time I sleep in that bed, I’ll be surrounded by her scent.

Swinging my legs off the couch, I sit up and run both hands through my hair, tugging at the ends. I need to get my shit together and focus. I’ve yet to even check in with my father regarding this target that was so important that I needed to come home to handle it. I’ve been with The Phoenix Legion for damn near five years now and I haven’t been anywhere near Haven Beach since joining.

The target doesn’t even matter if I lose my concentration. Being back here, surrounded by old friends and family, it makes my job seem so empty. Yes, I’m working to protect as many people as I can and make sure that the evil doers of the world pay for their crimes, but I’m alone in this. I have my brothers and sisters in arms, those that I would trust with my life if the situation called for it, but true happiness isn’t something I get to experience.

But, fuck just being around Chelsea makes me want to dream.

Feeling restless thanks to the lust coursing through me for the woman that’s occupying my bed, I resign myself to a sleepless night and decide a shower may be the best way to relax. Sitting here thinking about all of the things that are missing from my life certainly isn’t doing me any good.

In the bathroom across from my bedroom, I turn the shower handle to the hottest setting and wait for the room to fill with steam. Stripping down, I brace my hands against the counter and eye myself in the mirror, whispering, “You’re here to do a job, not to get lost in fantasies of what could have been. Get your shit together.”

Not that any kind of personal pep-talk is going to help me forget about the breathtaking woman in my bed. Chelsea’s always been beautiful, but now she’s downright fucking gorgeous. She deserves someone so much better than me. Not someone who takes lives under the guise of protecting those who can’t protect themselves.

No matter how you spin it, at the end of the day, I’m still a murderer.

Scars are scattered all across my torso, some of them hidden by the smattering of dark hair that runs across my pecs and from my navel down towards the base of my cock, each one telling the tale of various missions, of countless targets that were annihilated.

With the bathroom mirror almost completely fogged up from the steam, I step into the shower and hiss as the scalding water hits my shoulders. Enduring the cleansing heat, I tilt my head back and run my hands through my hair, nails scraping against my scalp. Standing there under the spray of hot water, visions of a soaking-wet Chelsea fill my mind as I imagine her standing before me in the shower.

Her long golden-red hair is hanging loose over her shoulders and covering her peaked nipples…

Fuck, I bet they’re a delicious shade of pink to match the rest of her porcelain complexion.

She sinks to her knees in front of me, her hands reaching up to grasp my hips as she gazes up at me, her lips parted in question …

Unable to stop myself, I pour a small amount of conditioner into my hand and fist my dick with a firm grip, sliding my hand up to the head, coating my shaft. Keeping the pressure firm and my pace steady, I slide my fist up and down along my length from root to tip, lathering it fully in the silky liquid. My hand swirls over and around the head with every other upstroke.

Her hand grips the base of my cock as she runs her tongue across the crown, her tongue sweeping across the slit before she takes me into her mouth. She moans against me, the vibrations causing heat to build at the base of my spine….

My entire body shudders at the image, and I find myself having to brace one hand against the shower wall as the other continues stroking my aching cock. I swirl my fingers across the head to gather up the pre-cum that’s pooled there, mixing it with the conditioner and using the added lubrication to stroke myself harder, faster.

Her gaze holds mine as she hollows her cheeks and sucks firmly while one of her hands slides up the inside of my thigh, cupping my balls. Her tongue glides along the underside of my shaft and applies a bit more pressure to that sensitive area just below the crown….

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…. Chelsea.” My release hits me without warning, and I groan as I imagine spilling down her throat. Rope after rope of cum coats the shower wall while visions of her swallowing down every drop before licking the crown clean continue to fill my mind.

Quickly finishing up with my shower, I step out onto the bath mat and immediately realize my mistake. Shit . I set out clothes for her but forgot to grab a change of clothes for myself. Resigning myself to go back into my bedroom, I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist before opening the bathroom door and moving as quietly as possible to the bedroom door.

It’s silent on the other side. I slowly turn the door handle and push the door open, moving to step into the dark room. There’s a small nightlight on one of the walls, casting the room in a dim glow. Not that I need any light, I’m perfectly accustomed to moving through dark spaces while tracking down targets.

A sharp gasp startles me and reflex has me reaching for my naked hip and a gun that I’m not currently wearing, causing the towel wrapped around my waist to fall to the ground as I’m met by a frightened Chelsea. She has one hand pressed to her chest while the other is gripping the comforter and holding it close. She’s sitting up in bed, her shocked and flushed expression locked on mine.