Haven Bound

25. Austin

25

Austin

Now that I’ve kissed her, touched her, tasted her, there’s absolutely no fucking way that I will ever let her go.

She’s mine.

When I felt her pussy clench around my fingers and the perfect taste of her explode on my tongue, it took all of the strength that I wasn’t aware I had not to come in my pants like a goddamn teenager. Finding the restraint was nearly impossible with her gorgeous curves almost completely on display beneath me and the way she moaned my name as she came.

I’ve never been more thankful for my self-control and restraint than I am right now.

I have Chelsea tucked into my side, her sweet vanilla scent filling the space as her head rests on my chest. Her fingertips graze over my abdomen before they tease along the waistband of my boxer briefs. My cock jumps at how close she is to touching me, and I fight back a groan as she presses her lips to my chest and shifts so that her body is hovering over mine.

Her long sun-kissed copper hair hangs over one shoulder as she leans down towards me, and I sit up slightly to take her lips with mine. This kiss is different from the others. It’s slow and gentle whereas the others have been a passionate claiming filled with teeth and tongue, but it doesn’t last long.

She pulls away and trails her lips down my neck, across my collarbone, and then torturously slow down my chest until she’s lying on her stomach with her head near my waist. Her fingertips are teasing along my boxer briefs, and as much as I feel like I’m going to fucking die if I don’t get to see my cock in her mouth right now, I stop her.

“Chelsea, baby, you don’t have to…” I say, my voice coming out in a deep rasp.

“You don’t want me to?” There’s a hint of insecurity in her voice, and it makes me want to fucking destroy every single person who has ever made her doubt herself.

Reaching down, I cup her jaw in my palm and trace her bottom lip with my thumb, holding her gaze as I say, “Baby, I want to feel your lips wrapped around my dick so fucking bad, you have no idea.” Her tongue darts out to swipe across my thumb, and I don’t fight the groan that rumbles from my chest.

“Then stop talking,” she quips, making me chuckle. I bring one hand behind my head as the other moves to brush her hair away from her face. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth ever so slightly as her fingers curl around the waistband of my briefs. I lift my hips, watching her pull them down my legs before she tosses them over her shoulder. Her eyes brighten with mischief when her gaze meets mine, a teasing expression dancing across her face as she mimics my earlier actions of tossing her black cotton underwear over my shoulder.

My cock slaps against my stomach, and I smirk when Chelsea releases a soft gasp at the sight. It jumps to attention when her hand wraps around the base, every single trace of panic that had wracked her body in the shower now gone.

Laying between my legs is a curvy fucking vixen that’s about to have me blowing my load in a matter of seconds if she keeps eyeing me the way she is right now.

Holding my gaze, Chelsea swipes the flat of her tongue across the tip and licks away the bead of pre-cum that’s pooled there. I inhale sharply as my balls seize, silently reminding myself to hold onto my self-control and not fucking explode before she even has me fully in her mouth.

She flicks her tongue one more time tentatively across the head before her warm wet mouth completely surrounds my cock. My head drops back onto the pillow as my hand fists in her hair. I hold the long straight strands out of the way while her lips glide down my length and back up for her tongue to swirl around the crown. Her hand tightens around the base of my shaft while I feel the other grasp my balls gently, and I nearly lose it.

“Fuck, baby. You’re doing such a good job,” I praise her, lifting my head so that I can watch her. “You look so fucking good with your lips wrapped around my cock.” She moans with me still in her mouth, and the vibration has my spine heating, my stomach muscles tightening with the threat of release.

I’ve never really been an intimately vocal person, but something about this woman has me wanting to shower her with praise.

Clearly, she likes my filthy words because she’s moaning and humming her approval as she takes me farther, my dick sliding into the back of her throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant breathlessly, my grip on her hair tightening as my hips lift from the bed to meet her mouth. “Chelsea, baby…” I do my best to take a deep breath and slow my impending release, but my words only spur her on and cause her to tighten her grip on my balls as she hollows her cheeks and sucks.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” I warn her, doing my best to give her a chance to pull away if she’d rather not taste me. She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she begins moving her hand at the base of my cock in a twisting up-down motion. Her tongue swipes across the slit and swirls around the tip of my dick, gripping my balls firmly in her palm. Dark spots pepper my vision as I drop my head back on a deep groan and finally let go, ropes of cum shooting down her throat.

My whole body fucking shudders as she releases me. I pick my head up just in time to watch her throat bob as she swallows down every last drop. Her tongue licks up and down my slowly softening cock, cleaning it up with her mouth before she crawls back up the bed and into my arms.

I’m not sure how long we lay together in serene silence, but I know there’s nothing I want more than to have moments like this become part of my daily life. My heart has calmed completely and now beats slow and steady in my chest beneath Chelsea’s head.

With my arm wrapped around her waist, my fingers leisurely trace along the hem of the shirt that she never took off— my shirt. I don’t know all of the details about what that asshole Jason did or said to her, but I know that whatever it was tore her down and dimmed the light inside of her that used to shine so brightly.

Or so I thought.

There are so many things regarding Chelsea and her past that I didn’t know about. I’d like to think that, had I known about her stepfather before I left town, I would have ensured that he was my first target. No matter the cost, I would have happily paid it to know she was safe. And now that Zack has uncovered the connection between Dan Witters and Jason Reed, I’m almost fucking positive that everything she’s been through at the hands of Jason has been a series of calculated moves.

“Hey…” Chelsea’s soft voice breaks the silence as her fingertips trace over one of the scars that decorates my abdomen.

I hum in response, not yet ready for this moment between us to end.

“You never did tell me why you came home,” she says softly, sitting up on her forearm. Her hand rests on my chest while her green eyes search mine.

Fuck. I knew this was coming.

The final part of my confession that I was hoping I could hang on to just a little bit longer. Maybe it was wrong of me to let anything happen between us without her knowing every piece of the story, but all rational thought went out the window the second her lips pressed against mine.

I sit up, causing her to pull her hand away from my chest as I swing my legs off the side of the bed. I bend down to gather my boxer briefs and pants which are now wrinkled after being tossed to the ground.

How do I tell her that I came home to kill somebody she knows? Granted, my target isn’t somebody who is presently part of her life, but he was at one point. However, I highly doubt that she would be sad to find out that he will be taken care of.

If I ever stop procrastinating and just fucking do it.

“I came back for an assignment,” I sigh, jaw clenching as I stand to get dressed. The hotel room is quiet while we both gather our clothing and put ourselves back together.

I’m not ready for this to end .

This can’t end.

I refuse to lose her. I just got her back.

“Okay… who, um…” We’re facing one another now, both fully dressed. Her arms fold across her chest as she stares at the ground like she’s searching for the right words before she looks up at me. “Who is your assignment?” She giggles at her question and reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks tinting pink. “Sorry, I wasn’t sure how to phrase that…”

A slight smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I release the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “It’s alright. My assignment is—” I’m cut off by the sound of a phone ringing. Walking over to the nightstand where I’d left it, I see my father’s name displayed across the screen. I hit ‘ignore’ and slip the phone into my pocket. I’ll call him back. This conversation with Chelsea is too important to wait.

“Sorry about that,” I say, crossing the room to take one of her hands in mine as I use the other to tip her chin up so she’s forced to meet my gaze. “I’ve been dragging my feet with this assignment because it’s—” Again the loud ringing of my phone fills the space between us, and I pull it out of my pocket with a frustrated growl.

“Can I call you back?” I ask, keeping my focus entirely on Chelsea as I await my father’s response.

“Son, why hasn’t Daniel Witters been taken care of yet? We just received another report from Mercer’s connection at Rivercrest PD.” The color red threatens to overtake my vision, and I drop Chelsea’s hand and turn toward the hotel window that overlooks the beach below .

“What kind of report?” I suddenly have this sinking feeling that I’ve waited too long to make a move. My hesitation may have caused someone else traumatizing pain.

“Sounds like it was filed anonymously. Whoever it was claimed that Dan was seen sitting outside of her home several days in a row. No other suspicious behavior was noted, but given his record, he needs to be removed now. No more hesitation, Austin. Get it done.” There’s a click, and then the line goes silent.

There’s no room for argument or discussion.

My time is up.

Chelsea crosses the room and reaches for my hand, her fingers lacing with mine. “Austin?” Her voice is soft and unsure.

Heaving a sigh, I slip my phone back into my pocket and drop my head back as I close my eyes and do my best to gather any strength I have remaining. Her hand squeezes mine as her unanswered question hangs in the air between us.

“It’s your stepfather,” I finally say, turning back around to face her. She pulls her hand away from mine, a heavy weight settling in the pit of my stomach as I brace myself for her to walk away.

“What do you mean?” Her voice trembles, and I know this is it. She’s going to tell me that she didn’t mean it when she said I was the best person once she realizes I’m going to kill someone she knows. Even if that someone is responsible for so much of the pain and trauma she lives with every single day.

“Daniel Witters is my assignment.” I force myself to hold her gaze as I say, “I came home to kill your stepfather.”