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  “Because it’s the right thing to do,” I say.

  Her tongue caresses her bottom lip, like she’s moistening it, for me, and so help me God, if I wasn’t in that chair tonight, I’d be rubbing one out.

  “Do you…always do the right thing?”

  “No,” I say flat out.

  I let her hand go, and move around her before I show her just how often I do the wrong things. “Get some sleep, Haven.” I plunk down in the chair.

  She hesitates, her gaze going from me to the big bed, back to me. “I mean…” she begins. “This is your room and your bed. Maybe we could share it. Put a pillow in between us or something.

  I laugh again. “You think a pillow is going to do anything?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Haven,” I say. “If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’d really like to fuck you. I’d like to fuck you into next week until you can’t remember your own name, but never forget mine. But that’s not part of the deal here. I’m going to take care of you because I want to. Wanting to fuck you is something different.”

  “Oh,” she says and takes a fast gulping breath.

  “Oh, is right and you need to understand this. If you invite me into that bed, a pillow isn’t going to keep me from you. Fuck, a goddamn brick wall wouldn’t be able to hold me back.” My gaze drops, takes in her damp pajama shirt and the way her nipples are puckering so beautifully. I fist my hands and release them again, eager to touch her, taste her, put my cock deep inside her until her walls clench around me in orgasm. My gaze travels back to her face, and while I know this is my buddy’s sister—bro code and all—and would rightfully hand me my ass if I touch her, I can’t help but want her. My dick has been hard since that kiss at the Winchester. But she’s vulnerable right now, afraid of her own shadow and I’m not a guy to take advantage of the situation. “Do what you want with that information,” I say.

  4

  Haven

  Do what you want with that information.

  As Tyler’s words ping around inside my lust-rattled brain, I move to my suitcase and pull out a dry T-shirt. I hug it to my chest and note the way he’s scrubbing his face like he’s in total agony as he watches my every movement carefully.

  I inhale, sucking in a breath of courage. Honestly, I cannot believe what I’m about to do. Seducing a stranger is not my style, but why can’t I have a night with this guy? The second I pressed my lips to his, felt his strength—his protectiveness—it filled me with a kind of want I’d never experienced before. He’s big and tough, and like all MMA fighters, he’s scary and threatening, buzzing with power and control, but there is another side of him, one that draws me in and wraps me in safety. I’m not asking for forever here, just one night. One night to feel wanted, comforted—sheltered—in his arms.

  “I…um…I need to change my shirt.”

  “Yeah,” he says and turns his head and a small smile touches my mouth at his gentlemanly manners. He’s a fighter. A guy like him takes what he wants. He doesn’t ask for it, doesn’t let anyone or anything stand in his way. I’ve seen him in the cage, seen him knock teeth out with a single punch, his every hit deliberate and thorough. Would he be like that in bed? A fire burns low in my belly, eager to find out.

  “The thing is though, Tyler,” I say, and his head slowly swivels back until his eyes are locked on mine. “If you were my boyfriend, you probably wouldn’t turn your head while I changed, right? I mean, if we were to really convince people, especially my stalker, that we’re a couple, we should probably be familiar with each other. Or at least display some type of intimacy in public.” I open my mouth to continue, but stop when the green in his eyes deepens.

  “Do you know what you’re doing, Haven?”

  I gulp. “Yes,” I say and as my gaze drops to take in the rippling muscles on his chest, I’ve never been more sure of anything. This man is a work of art, absolutely gorgeous and I want to touch him more than I want my next breath.

  He tilts his head. “I’m a prick. You know that, right?”

  I give a nervous laugh. “I’ve heard, but you’ve been nothing but nice to me.”

  “I don’t always do the right thing,” he says, his voice rough and edgy.

  “Maybe that’s okay with me. Maybe I’m not looking for Mr. Right tonight, Tyler.”

  His green eyes go dark, feral almost, and he waves a finger back and forth between the two of us. Even though he’s warning me against getting involved, he wants this every bit as much as I do. It’s written all over him, and of course, he’d told me so with his own words.

  “You’ve had a rough night. Trauma and emotional exhaustion can make you do strange things,” he says. “I need you to be sure.”

  He’s right. I am emotionally exhausted, and that can make a person do strange things, but the way he’s checking in with me makes me want him even more. “My night hasn’t really been that rough,” I say, and slide my teeth over my bottom lip. His resulting growls sends shivers through me. “It could be rougher.”

  Good Lord, what am I saying? Do I want it rough with this guy? I take in his mouth, his big hands. Do I want him to take me with that sexy mouth, demand with those rough hands? My God, I do, and honestly that surprises me. I’ve never wanted it like this before…then again, do I even know who Haven is, or what she wants? I don’t but tonight is a different story. Will I regret this come morning? I guess I’m going to find out.

  “Tell me what you want,” he says.

  “I want you.”

  “If we start this, the second I get my mouth on you, there’ll be no stopping.”

  “I have no intention of tapping out, Tyler,” I say. He angles his head, his gaze roaming my face, and I think back to what I know about this man. “Just one night,” I say quickly. “I’m not looking for a future, Tyler.”

  His brow furrows and something dark and dangerous flashes in his eyes before he quickly blinks it away. “No future, got it.”

  I remember the women on his arm, a different one every week. “We’re on the same page here.” Feeling brazen under his heated stare, I toss the dry shirt to the bed, and toy with the hem of my wet shirt, ready to peel it over my head.

  “So you think you know me then?” He stands, stretches out his long length, and my sex quivers.

  “I know enough.”

  “You don’t know anything about me,” he says. “But know this. The only man who’s going to put his hands on you while you’re in Blue Bay is me.” Before I can respond, his hungry lips are on mine, his hands sliding around my back to grip my ass roughly. I yelp with excitement. He’s right. I don’t know anything, and this man is going to use me, abuse me, give everything he’s got and take everything he wants.

  I can’t wait.

  He pushes my hands away and grips the hem of my shirt. His rough knuckles scrape over my sensitive flesh and I whimper with need and he tugs the shirt up. “We need to get you out of this,” he says with a growl. “And not because it’s wet.”

  Don’t even get me started on wet, or the tremendous heat pooling between my legs. He lifts my shirt, and I put my arms up in the air, letting him undress me. His eyes blaze with need as he pulls the material over my head and tosses it onto the chair he’d recently occupied.

  “Fuck,” he says under his breath as his gaze drops to my breasts. They’re not overly big, and despite the industry, I will not enlarge them. From the look on Tyler’s face, the way he’s gazing at me with raw hunger, it’s clear I made the right decision. “Perfect,” he says and lightly brushes his hands over the sides of my breasts.

  I suck in a fast breath, my nipples puckering before his eyes and the pleasure radiating from his body lets me know how much he likes that. I arch my back a bit, offering myself up to him and he growls deeply before bending forward and sucking one nipple into his hot mouth. My hands go to his shoulders as he swirls his tongue over my bud, teasing and tormenting, and sucking so hard I feel the pull between my quivering legs.

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bsp; “Tyler,” I whisper, and race my hands over his broad shoulders, scraping his skin with my nails, clawing at him for more. He slides a hand into my sleep shorts, and a little breathy whisper catches in my throat.

  Wasting no time, he parts my wet lips with his scalding fingers and caresses my clit. Molten heat blisters through my body. I moan as he mutters curses under his breath. “So good,” I whimper, and move against his finger shamelessly. With his mouth still on my nipple, his rough finger swipes my clit, then circles it until I’m damn near delirious. My God, it’s been so long since I’ve been touched—and never like this—I’m about to climax.

  One glorious thick finger slides inside me, and he presses the palm of his hand to my clit. I practically shake against him, a hard tremble from deep inside vibrates through me as he reduces me to a needy, quivering mess.

  “Ty,” I say, and his head lifts, his eyes meeting mine, the curve of his mouth tightens—so does my sex.

  “You like this, Haven? You like me fucking you with my finger?”

  I put my hands on his chest, race them over his hot flesh and revel in the way his muscles flex beneath my touch. “Yes,” I say and buck against his finger as he fucks me with it. “I’m so close…” I murmur and nearly cry out in distress when he pulls his finger from my shorts, leaving me empty and aching.

  The next thing I know I’m on the bed, flat on my back, and he’s peeling my shorts from my hips. He hastily removes them and tosses them aside, leaving me completely naked. “I want my mouth on you,” he growls. “When you come, it’s going to be all over my tongue.”

  “Oh my God, yes,” I blurt out and it brings a small smile to his face. He stands over me, takes a moment to look at my body, and the lust reflecting in his eyes washes over me like a hot caress. Arousal pulses through me, a hot burst of need that scalds from the inside out.

  “Open your legs. Show me that pretty pussy.” I widen my legs, giving him what he wants—what I want. I lay there, wide open and vulnerable—things I normally go out of my way to avoid. Honestly, I’ve never put myself on display, probably wouldn’t with any other man either. There’s just something about Tyler that brings this out in me. I barely know this ferocious fighter, yet I like who I am with him. No pretense, no acting, just the two of us being totally honest with one another, giving and taking what we need—abiding by the rules.

  He scrubs his chin and curses under his breath. “Something wrong?” I ask as he takes deep breaths, like he’s trying to get his raging need under control.

  “Yeah,” he says his gaze slowly moves down my quivering body. “I need my mouth on you, I need to taste every goddamn inch of you, but my fucking cock, greedy bastard that he is, wants inside.”

  “Show me,” I say, shocking myself. “Show me your cock, Tyler.”

  His gaze is dark, intense, ravenous as he tracks back up my body, until we’re staring at one another. I have never seen a more beautiful man. Everything about him is hard, lethal, intense. A caged animal seconds from becoming untethered. “You want to see it?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He rips into his jeans, and tugs them down, releasing his gorgeous cock. He takes his thickness into his hand and pumps a couple of times. I sit up, wet my mouth, and reach for him.

  “Do you think I could have a little taste before you fuck me?” I grin as dark lashes fall over hard eyes blistering with heat. I like that I can do this to him.

  “Jesus, Haven,” he groans, and steps closer.

  I angle my head and open my mouth to catch the cum pooling on his crown. He pumps again, squeezing his shaft until the droplet lands on my tongue.

  “Mmm,” I say as I swallow his tangy saltiness.

  “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, his voice thicker, rough with want.

  I glance up at him as his cock pulses, eager for more. I widen my lips to accommodate his girth and slide him to the back of my throat. His fingers coil in my hair and tug my curls to the side, giving him a clear view of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I relax my throat and take him a bit deeper, and his body shakes as I slide one hand around him.

  “Christ,” he murmurs through grit teeth. “That is so good.” I fuck him with my mouth, and he thickens, his veins filling with heated blood and I love how fast I’m able to take him to the edge.

  He tugs on my hair, pulling me off him, and heat blazes in his eyes when he says, “On your back,” he growls. “Legs wide open.”

  A hard quiver goes through me at the ferociousness in his tone. I can’t believe how much I love it when he talks to me like that. No finesse, no poetry, no practiced words or hidden agenda. Just blunt, straight up what he wants. I’m definitely not used to that. What you see is what you get with Tyler. It’s a goddamn refreshing break.

  He kicks his pants off and rubs his cock as his big body stretches my legs out even more, to accommodate his width. With the tip of his cock, he taunts me, rubbing that hard, swollen crown of his over my clit, before tapping me with it. He groans as he slides it along my wet folds, and I shake beneath him.

  “More,” I say, and go up on my elbows to watch the way my wetness glistens on the tip of his cock.

  “You’re soaked, Haven. So fucking wet for me.”

  “Yeah,” I say.

  “Have you been hot since you kissed me?” He angles his head, when I bite down on my lips. “Don’t bother coming at me with any bullshit. I only want the truth.”

  “I have. I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss,” I say. “What about you, Tyler?”

  “If you’re asking if I wanted to fuck you the second you came through that door, the answer is yes. So did every other guy in the place,” he says, ownership in his voice and his gaze.

  “The only one I want is you, Ty,” I say, and his mouth tightens again.

  “This pussy,” he says and pets me lightly, toying and tormenting every nerve in my body. “It’s all mine.”

  My God, the way he’s looking at my sex, like he’s going to wreck me, sends shivers of excitement down my spine. He drops down, slides his hands under my ass and lifts my sex to his mouth, like I’m a buffet and he’s about to eat his fill.

  That first sweet touch of his tongue pulls a moan from deep inside me, and my clit swells beneath his scalding hot, open-mouthed kisses. My entire body jolts and I grip the bedding and tug as I toss my head from side to side.

  “So good,” I murmur as he sucks on me, twirls his tongue around my plump clit, before grazing it with his teeth. He gifts me with one thick finger, sliding it all the way inside me, and stroking the bundle of nerves that most men can’t find. I tighten beneath him and let out a breathy little moan.

  “I fucking love the taste of you,” he says and lifts his head and when I see my moisture on his face, my sex clenches around his finger.

  He groans as my muscles squeeze his slippery finger as he works it in and out of me, until I’m panting and jerking against him, begging for release. He inches another finger in for a snug fit, and the world around me disappears. I put my hands on his body, splay my fingers, and take pleasure in the play of his rock-solid muscles beneath my touch. I push and pull, need making me lose my damn mind.

  Drenched, and delirious, I buck, and squirm. “Please,” I cry out.

  “Is this what you need?” he asks and applies the perfect amount of pressure to my clit, so beautiful and glorious it sends me toppling over the edge until I’m freefalling without a parachute.

  “God, yes,” I cry out as the ripple pleasure of release grips me hard.

  “That’s it, Haven. Take what you need,” he says, and I heave in a breath as I ride out each sweet pulse. He stays between my legs, prolonging the pleasure with his finger and tongue. As I sail back to earth, basking in my post-orgasm bliss, he climbs up my body, stopping to swipe his tongue over my nipple.

  “Jesus, I did not spend enough time here,” he says. “Damned if I don’t want to rectify that.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and the se
nsations rocket straight through me, settle deep between my legs and arouse me all over again. My sex quivers, and I gasp. I have never come twice in one night before. Then again, I’ve never been with a man like Tyler, either.

  “Is there a problem?” Tyler asks and lifts his head.

  “No problem,” I say, and his chuckle vibrates through me as I guide his head back to my breast. I wrap my legs around his body, my wet sex drenching his stomach. I roll my hips and he groans as I rub against him like I’m a cat and he’s a damn scratching post.

  “Hot for it again, Haven? Need my cock in that tight pussy?”

  “I need you to fuck me,” I say, breaking this right down to the core of what I need—what we’re doing here. This is no damn romantic movie. This is basic fucking. Dirty. Raw.

  Primitive.

  He reaches over me, pulls a condom from the nightstand and bites into the wrapper. He tears the foil with his teeth and sheathes his big, beautiful cock. As he prepares himself, I touch his face, take in the sheer strength of his powerful body. My God, I have never wanted anyone more.

  He takes my hand from his face, threads his fingers through mine and puts them over my head as he presses his crown to my opening. I wiggle, trying to force him inside, and cry out in bliss when he powers into me, stretching me in unimaginable ways that amp up my arousal, and bring on a hard quiver.

  “Fuck, you are tight,” he growls into my mouth as he stares at me. He pulls out, only to slam back in again. With our hands still linked, he fucks me like a man on a mission—a wild animal acting on baser needs.

  I whimper as he pounds my cervix, hitting so hard and deep my entire body trembles with the approach of another climax. My muscles ripple as his big cock sears every nerve ending until flames spark anew inside me. He shifts his body, removes one hand from mine, and trails it down my neck to my breasts, going lower and lower, stopping only when he reaches my puckered clit.

  “God,” I cry out as he touches me instinctively—determined and thorough—like he’s known my body for years, like I’d been his partner, his lover a million times before. How is he so good at this? Actually, I don’t really want to think about that.