22. King

22

KING

I lie as still as I can, but it's nearly impossible. Haven slept in our bed last night, and even though we started out on opposite sides of the bed, she's now on top of me.

She's still asleep, but she has my leg fitted between hers, and she's sliding her panty-covered pussy against my leg. I bite my lip to stifle the groan, but I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer. My cock is hard, seeping precum, and with each slide of her pussy against me, I get harder.

She whimpers in her sleep, and I know exactly what she needs.

I put my hands on her, and even though I hate to do it, I know I need to. "Haven. "

She rubs against me again. Fuck me, I'm not going to survive this.

"Haven, baby, wake up."

I know the instant she becomes alert because her whole body tautens on top of me. She knows what she's been doing without me having to tell her. She moans and leans her face against my bare chest. "Oh my God, kill me now."

I'm taking deep breaths, trying to control my breathing because I'm seconds from coming in my shorts. "It's okay."

She groans and shakes her head. "Oh my God, it's not okay. I'm humping your leg in my sleep, King. It's definitely not okay."

She tries to jerk away from me, but I hold on to her, refusing to let her go. I feel that we've come so far, and there's no way I'm letting this set us back. "Stop, you're not going anywhere."

She stops struggling, but she won't look at me. "This is so embarrassing, please just let me get up."

This is going to be torture for me, but I don't care. I need to turn this situation around before she tries to hide from me the rest of the day. "There's no reason to be embarrassed."

"Arrgh." She groans again.

I use my body to force her on her back and hover over her. Her eyes are wide as she stares up at me. I have my hands on hers, and I'm holding them to the mattress over her head. "Don't be embarrassed."

She clenches her eyes shut. "I was having a dream and…" She stops talking and shakes her head side to side.

I lean down and whisper to her, "And what… you were having a dream and what, peaches?"

"I was dreaming we were… you know."

I raise my knee up the bed, right to her core, and her hips flex under me. She's practically vibrating.

"You need to come, don't you?"

Her eyes fly open, and I reassure her, "No pressure… but I could make you come, Haven. Let me take care of you."

"But—"

I interrupt her. "No sex, not until you're ready. I'll use my mouth and my hands, that's it."

She lifts her head as I keep rotating my knee along her swollen clit. "Your mouth?"

I nod, and I'm practically salivating to get a taste of her.

When she doesn't answer, I try not to plead, but even I can hear it in my voice. "You can tell me no. I'll let you up, and you can forget this ever happened. Or you can let me do this… let me taste you."

I'm cheating because I nudge my leg along her swollen core, and she tosses her head back. "I need—"

She stops talking, and I lean down. "Tell me, Haven. Tell me what you need… what you want."

"I need to come," she confesses with her eyes shut.

"Look at me. I need you to look at me and say it."

She opens her eyes and stares up at me. I search for any type of hesitancy or denial, but all I see is desire. She's eaten up with it. "I need to come, husband."

Now it's my turn. The guttural groan comes from deep in my chest, and my cock gets harder. Her calling me husband is my undoing.

I inhale deeply and let it out slowly, hoping to gain some control of my body's reaction to her. This is all about her.

While looking into her eyes, I trail my hand down her body. I slide my fingers under the waistband of her underwear, and she sucks in a breath .

"It's okay," I tell her.

I kiss her lips before kissing down her body. I would give anything to strip her clothes off her, but that wasn't part of the deal. I push her thighs open and settle myself between them. Sitting on my haunches, I stare down at her panty-clad pussy. The way she's been gyrating on my leg has her panties pulled tight with a wet spot along her slit.

I grab on to the side of her panties and pull the material, ripping along the seams. Her body jerks, and she raises up on her elbows to glower at me. "Was that necessary?"

"I'll buy you new ones."

I do the same on the other side and then pull the material away from her body. The scent of her arousal fills my nose, and I breathe out slowly. Keep it together, Beckett.

I press my fingers to her core, spreading her open and sliding along her swollen slit. Her hips raise up to meet my touch, and I smile, feeling the control I have over her body. "You're so wet for me."

Her legs open farther, and I show her my approval by circling her clit with my finger. "I need to taste you, Haven."

I give her a chance to deny me, but she looks right into my eyes and nods her head. I don't hesitate and lean in to taste her. In one smooth motion, I lick her from hole to clit. She whimpers, and her hands go to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I suck her clit between my lips.

"Oh wow…oh, please don't stop," she begs, and I smile as I increase the pressure on her swollen nub.

Her hips are thrusting against me, and I devour her. I slide a finger inside her, and she's so fuckin' tight I can't help but wonder how I'm ever going to fit inside. I pump into her, small gentle strokes of my finger, and she comes undone. Her body flexes as the orgasm takes over her body. I lick her release and can't get enough of her.

Only when she's limp on the bed, panting, do I stop.

I crawl up her body and lean over her, searching her dazed eyes. "Are you okay?"

She nods her head. "That was… wow."

I press my lips to hers, and she smiles against my mouth. Her hand comes up, and she strokes my beard with her fingers. "You have me on you."

I lean over her, trying to keep my weight off her. My cock is still hard, and I know I'm going to need to take care of it in the shower. "I like having you on me." I roll to my side. "I need to get up. I have a meeting this morning in Jasper."

She sits up and watches me as I sit down on the edge of the bed. I try to hide the pain of my hard-on. I don't want her to feel bad or lacking in any way. I definitely don't want her to think she needs to sleep in the other room because I can't control myself.

She stretches behind me and moans, sounding satisfied. "I'm going to go to the community center today."

I take a deep breath. "Call if you need me, okay?"

She says okay, and I get up, keeping my back to her. I know my underwear are stuck to me because they're soaked with precum. I walk into the bathroom and take a quick shower. I only have to fist myself and stroke it three times and I'm coming on the shower floor.

I try to be quiet, but the release is amazing, and I'm moaning Haven's name as the orgasm rolls through my body.

I take a quick shower, hating that I'm washing her scent off me, and when I come into the bedroom with my towel around my waist, she's nowhere to be found. I throw some clothes on and check the spare bedroom before descending the stairs. She's in the kitchen and she looks at me smugly as she hands me a to-go mug of coffee.

"Thank you."

She nods. "Of course. I, uh, heard you in the shower. I'm sorry… I wasn't even thinking… That had to be painful for you."

I put my hand on her chin and pull it up so she's looking at me. "Seeing you come undone was everything to me. I told you no pressure, and there's no pressure. I'm happy you let me taste you."

"But—" she starts, and I interrupt her.

"No buts. That was perfect, Haven, and I wouldn't change a thing."

She finally nods her head and leans up on her tiptoes to kiss me. The fact she's the one initiating the kiss makes it even better. I want her to trust me. I pat her ass. "Remember who you belong to, Mrs. Beckett."

She doesn't hesitate. "You."

I hold her to me and kiss her until we're both breathless. "See you later, wife."

"Bye, husband."

I almost got out of here and forgot to tell her, "Hey, I'm driving myself today. Callan is waiting outside to take you wherever you need to go. "

She is coming toward me. "I'm not taking your driver, King. That's ridiculous. I'm in Whiskey Run."

I lean down and kiss her. "This is a non-negotiable, Haven. I can't work if I don't know you're safe."

"But—"

I kiss her again. "Please, do this for me."

She juts her chin at me. "How am I supposed to say no to that?"

"You're not."

She lets out a huff. "Fine. We'll do it your way, Mr. Beckett."

With one last kiss, I reluctantly walk out the door, and as soon as I get into my car, I let out a big breath. I would give anything to stay here all day, but unfortunately I have meetings today that could cost me fourteen million dollars if I blow them off.

I barely get on the road and my phone is ringing. Seeing my human resource manager's name on the caller ID, I hit the button on my dashboard to answer it. "Ridge."

Becca starts talking, and it's so fast, I can't make out a word. "Becca, slow down. I can't understand you. "

She breathes in. "Is it true? Did you get married?"

I had let my assistant know I got married and would be out of the office a few days. I'm not used to answering to anyone, so I'm not sure what this is about. "Yes, it's true."

"To who?" Becca asks.

I'm proud of having Haven as my wife, and I don't even hesitate in naming her. "I married Haven Weston… well, now she's Mrs. Haven Beckett. Is there a reason you're asking? I can add her to my insurance today. I'll send over all the information to you."

"I didn't even know you were dating someone."

I take my eyes off the road in front of me and look at the screen of my phone that is displayed on the dashboard. "Becca, I'm not sure what you're asking me, but my personal life is really none of your business and—"

She cuts me off. "I know, sir, but I was here when your mom showed up after you made the Forbes list. She wanted your money, and I just think it's weird that all of a sudden, out of the blue, some woman—"

I don't let her finish. "Becca, don't finish that statement. Haven is my wife, and I will not have her talked about in this manner. You are in charge of human resources for Beckett Construction, and that's your only concern."

She's quiet on the other end, and I almost wonder if she's hung up. "Do we understand each other, Becca?"

She still quiet, and when she finally answers, she sounds angry. "Yes, sir."

I press the button to end the phone call and step on the gas. Anger fills me. I hate even thinking of my mother. She gave me up when I was little. She lived in Whiskey Run the whole time and never came to get me, never saw me or anything. It wasn't until I made that list that she came to see me, wanting money. How dare Becca compare Haven to my mother? Haven is nothing like her.

I am fuming mad the rest of the way to my offices in Jasper. I would give anything to go back and spend the rest of the day with Haven, but I can't. I need to do this meeting, and then I need to get my office in check. They will respect my wife… or they'll lose their jobs.