Sin's Haven (17 page)

It was time for
him to get the protection before he lost his mind completely. “Just a second,
don’t go anywhere.” Okay, not his best line but he was working on it. Ben
reached behind him and pulled a wrapped condom out from under his doubled up
sleeping mats. Buying the second one for her had been a great idea. He bit his
lip in anticipation and scooted back up behind her. “Hazel, I want you to know
this is important to me, I’d never ever do anything that could leave you in a
bad situation. I promise.”

His plan to keep
her in that spooning position until he was inside her was thrown out the tent
when she sat herself up and faced him. A tear ran down her face but it landed
where she had the most genuine smile he’d ever seen. “I know.”

She wiped it
away on her own while he now clumsily held the condom in his hands. Whoa, in
that instant, he knew it like he knew site maps and burger joints and past
pain. He was in love with Hazel and it would kill him to ever lose her.

“Here, I’d like
to do this part,” she said.

He nodded and
fumbled around while he decided if he should stay sitting up with her or lie down.
His cock stared up at him like he was an idiot not to know. But Hazel didn’t
seem to notice and as he sat there with his legs bent and lazily falling apart,
she used her teeth to open the wrapper, pull the condom out and then fit it
over top of him. Hazel broke eye contact with her task for a moment and stared
him in the eyes. “Does this hurt?” she asked.

“No,” he choked
out.

Smoothly and
with a grin, she gently rolled it down until she ran out of condom. He felt her
pulling down on the sides to get it to the base of him when her smile took over
her entire face. The best part, his cinnamon-haired flirt blushed for the first
time. “I’m also on the pill, just in case.” She giggled. “And um, I think we’re
going to need to get you bigger ones next time,
hun
.”

Thrilled.
Stoked.
Fricking
out of his mind,
deliriously hot is what he felt at that.

Amped up by his
new found confidence, Ben wrapped a loose curl around his pointer finger. “Come
here,” he told her.

That spooning
position he’d looked up was going to have to wait for round two. Ben wanted
Hazel on his lap with him inside her and her beautiful blue eyes looking into
his.

She managed to
make it that much sexier when she asked, “Like this?
Right
here?”
She then let him hold her up by her hips while she rubbed her
warm, slick opening over his head, teasing him mercilessly and then slid down
on top of him.

“Did that hurt?”

He wasn’t sure
why she was asking that.

“No, why?” he
got out after a burst of intense pleasure drove his feelings for her through
the roof. Being inside Hazel felt like a warm bath on a cold night.
So warm and wet and snug.

“I just wanted to
be sure. I thought you winced,” she said as she pressed her breasts into his
chest and ran her hands down his sides, making him shiver. He felt his balls
tighten. He wouldn’t come before her, no matter what, but she was testing his
very untested limits.

Explaining that
being inside her was the equivalent of winning the gold medal at the most
insane extreme sports event and was most likely what she’d seen on his face would
require words again.

“I’m fine,
baby.” And to show her, Ben guided Hazel’s legs until they hugged each side of
his waist. Then he rocked back a little on his ass until he found the position
he needed. “Lean into me,” he told her. With the fingers of his left hand
digging into the sexy flesh of her hip, he held her head to his with his right
and then probed her mouth open with his tongue until he felt her posture melt
into him like he’d asked. As soon as she was relaxed, he brought his right hand
to her other hip and using every ounce of who he was as a man, thrust into her.

“Oh Ben!” she
cried out so loudly he felt like she was his biggest and only fan.

“I’ve got you,
baby,” he said, thrusting while kissing her full lips, holding her hips and
guiding her up and down. She had great curves and he loved watching them moving
for him.
Her breasts especially.
Ben would trade the
known universe to be able to take them into his mouth right now. But being
somewhat hunched so that he could kiss her lips had already begun to agitate
that burning feeling in his back. If he bent anymore, he could seriously get
hurt. His ego dared him to complain but he had to do something so that he
didn’t end up doubled over and embarrassed. Worse than that, no way did he want
to leave Hazel unsatisfied.
Just a few more thrusts…just a
few more.

He hoped he’d
read her correctly. That she was free-spirited, sensual and wouldn’t take
offense at how he planned to take her next. Ben continued to work her body into
his, watching the tiny drops of sweat beading up between her breasts. When he
saw her mouth pop open into a sexy “Oh” and then her head roll back, he nearly
exploded six years’ worth of pent up juices inside her.

“Oh Ben,” she
cried out.

“Yes baby.”

“Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”

The old Ben
might have. But this new him was not about to let a little back pain ruin their
night. Busy thrusting and enjoying his own moment of being close to ecstasy,
Ben let his eyes close just for a second. If he thought about each hot, tender
squeeze to his cock as her body began to spasm around him, he would be
invincible.

“Oh my God, Ben,
you’re incredible, don’t stop,
keep
going, yeah, like
that,
ohmigod
that is so good, baby I’m going to
come, right now. Ben!”

The new Ben may
as well be immortal after that.

Her clenching
and feminine spurts with the sexy quivering of her hips set off his orgasm and
he was sure he pumped a gallon of potential little Bens into that condom.
Holding her to him where she’d collapsed against his chest, he kissed her
forehead and then leaned back and searched around under the sleeping mats. His
fingers found what he was looking for. The memory of this night would never be in
question for either of them.

“Hey baby, lay
down on your side for me.”

“More spooning?”
she asked, gazing up at him like her world had just been rocked Benjamin Wright
style, whatever that was. All that mattered was that she liked it. He grinned
for a second and then focused again.

“Mm-hmm,
just a little more.”

Hazel untangled
her legs from around his waist and ran her finger down the inside of his thigh.
“Okay, I’d be happy to,” she said, her voice soft and maybe a little raspy from
the hi-decibel appreciation she’d shown him earlier. “What are you hiding back
there in your hands?”

Chapter Sixteen

A tiny green
inchworm who had hitched a ride inside Ben’s tent with her fell from one of
Hazel’s curls as she sat smoothing her hands over the doubled sleeping mats.
Air so fresh it almost tasted like crisp water came in and out of the mesh
window cut outs. Hazel had felt so cozy and protected in here last night with
Ben. It was only now that she remembered a thin layer of nylon separated them
from all of Tennessee’s critters, and the band members of Sin Pointe.

Just
a few more indulgent memories of Ben when he’d shown her what he had in his
hands.
The first another condom that she watched him slide over
himself.
He’d scooted up behind her. She still felt that kiss on her
shoulder and then the gentle pushing of that shoulder forward and away from him
so that he could enter her from behind while they lay there spooning, connected
with his beautiful, long hard cock inside her. Hazel blew out, sucked a mouthful
of air in and then let it out.

Remembering why
she had to be brave, she touched the second thing he’d brought out. A choker
styled necklace Jaxon’s
fiancé
, Lily, had made by hand
of thread and green beads. Ben tied it around her neck so that the heart charm
in the center fell perfectly in the dip between her collar bones. The beads
were her favorite color and matched Ben’s eyes.
Just another
moment here inside his tent.
That would be it and then she’d get her
tush
outside.
With all of them.

Maybe she’d been
so wrapped up in Ben’s gifts, both the necklace and his attentive lovemaking
that she hadn’t heard it before. But now the male voices doing the teasing were
loud and clear.

“Oh Benny, can
you please pass the biscuits?”

“Oh Benny, can I
get the bacon?”

“Oh Benny, yeah,
can I get the bacon too?”

“
Whatevs
,” she heard her man say. “And no you can’t have the
bacon.”

He might be
taking it all in stride. But she wasn’t having any of it.

Hazel grabbed
Ben’s discarded raspberry t-shirt, slid it over her head and gave her boobs a
couple good hefts to make sure she looked alert and perky. Good, the girls were
awake. She then pulled on her panties, glad she’d decided on the pink lacy ones
and pulled the elastic of the waist band ensuring they rode high up on her hip,
looking like a French bikini. Her hair was wild enough so all she did was give
it one more shake to ensure no more green hitchhikers ruined the sexy show she
was about to put on for her Ben.

She was ready.

She unzipped the
zipper, climbed out barefooted, tousled and in nothing but his shirt and her
panties and strutted the few feet to where Ben sat amongst three rock gods at
the campsite’s picnic table and their women. No
questions
about it, her quirky webmaster was
the sexist damn one of the bunch.
Hazel nearly forgot about everyone else when she saw the way Ben watched her
slinking toward him.

Ben cleared his
throat and rose to greet her. He scooted his plate over to make room for her at
the table. “Hazel, this is, uh, everyone. Everyone this is Hazel,” he said
biting his lower lip and grinning.

She heard
someone with an Australian accent call to her from the campsite grill. “Hey
darl
’, got a fresh batch of biscuits and bacon coming up
for you.”

Jaxon James. A
man she was going to have to stop cursing and
get
to
know by the look of respect on Ben’s face.
Fine.
But not yet.
She had other business to attend to right now.

“Oh, no thanks,”
she said, her eyes trained on Ben who had just taken a bite of biscuit and a
large drink of orange juice.
And was still grinning while he
chewed.

“Aren’t you
hungry?” Jaxon asked her.

Make
it the best comeback you’ve ever made, Hazel,
she thought.

“I’m not hungry
for any of
that.
” And then she
grabbed Ben’s collar and spoke directly to him while the morning sunlight
sprinkled itself over his hair, making the golden brown shine. “I want you, Ben.”
She made sure to emphasize the name he preferred.

It could have
been that she was again tuning everything else out, but there wasn’t a sound to
be heard as she tugged her Ben back to their tent. She felt her bum swishing
back and forth while the cool air reminded her she was half-dressed. Good.

She dipped down
and opened the tent flap but Ben kneeled down instead of crawling right in. His
bottom lip was half bitten and half grinning.

“For the
record,” he said. “That was freaking awesome.”

Hazel giggled
and then climbed inside and sat down on the mats. She waited until he was
inside. “For the record,” she said back to him. “My answer is yes.”

She prayed he
understood what she was hinting at while she made plans to introduce him to her
parents who would be visiting at Thanksgiving time.

It’d be nice to
be his.

****

Ben had
forgotten something.

He’d been on
such a high from her incredible little stunt just now that he’d gone and
completely lost all recollection of a question he’d asked her.

“Um, I’m sorry
Hazel. I don’t remember—”

“
Shh
,” she said. “You didn’t forget anything. I just wanted
you to know that my answer to you is yes. I’m done saying maybe, no, perhaps.
To you, it’s yes.”

He planned to
remind her of this little moment frequently in their future together. And why
not start right now?

“Hazel, when we
get back to the real world, I’m
gonna
be looking for
a place of my own. As much as I love Jaxon and Lily, I think it’s time.” He
paused to gage her reaction so far. She was definitely listening. “What do you
think about us getting a place together?”

Her pretty
finger rubbed at the heart on the necklace he’d given her last night. If she
hadn’t started nodding yes, the tears might not have spilled out onto her
cheeks. She sniffed in and swallowed and all he could do was
wipe
at the tears for her. Finally she said, “I know this is crazy, but I love you.”