HAVEN

I’d never thought of myself as someone who sought revenge against another human being. I was a nurse, for Christ’s sake. I chose to save lives, not take them. Luckily for me, there were all sorts of ways to exact payback on someone that didn’t involve killing them. For years, I’d denied myself basic human contact. I’d somehow convinced myself that being alone was what was best for me; that way, I’d never run the risk of being hurt again. I thought I found my purpose in life, become the best nurse I could be and help heal the sick. Now I knew that there was another plan for my life, the reason why I was alive and my brother was dead. I was meant for this, for him. Gone was the sexy, dominant man who’d just this morning fucked me so thoroughly I still felt the ache between my legs. What had replaced him was the mirror image of myself, a person who was broken but still held on to hope that they could find their place in the world.

My tormentor had a face, one I could describe down to the tiniest of details. The smell of his sweat as it trickled down his face when he was aroused. The curve of his angry cock when he was hard, slightly to the left instead of pointed straight. The feel of his grip in my hair as he took me from behind when I was too young to withstand his weight on top of me. He had a name; he had gotten off when he forced me to say it while he grunted out his release during climax. I had an outlet for my hate and self-loathing. At any time of the day or night, I could recall my memories and live through them. Max was denied the dignity of knowing the identity of the person who’d caused so much pain in his life by the one person who was responsible for causing it. Antonia Lancaster ruined the lives of other people for sport. She was a rabid dog that needed to be put down before she could fuck up any more lives, including her son’s. I didn’t blame Max for what happened earlier; his anger was a byproduct of being kept in the dark when all he wanted was answers. I understood that feeling of hopelessness all too well, but I refused to surrender to it. As we sat huddled together on the floor of the motel room, I realized we both needed a reminder that happiness was worth fighting for.

“What will you do now, Max? Will you return to the junkyard?” My face was pressed against his warm chest, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing the softened hair that covered it.

“I can’t go back, not like this. My plan was to get some answers and be done with this shit once and for all. My mother is into some real crooked shit. Unless I help her, she refuses to give me what I came for. You and I both know she’s a heartless bitch who only cares about herself and what she can take from people.”

“I’m sorry, Max. You deserve to know the truth.”

“Maybe. It just doesn’t seem that important to me anymore.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow, Heaven, and I want you to come with me. I know it’s strange, we haven’t known each other that long, it’s unexpected and scary as fuck, but I want you with me.”

“Where would we go? What would we do?” I studied his face to see if he was kidding. The day had been an emotional one, so that was probably just a hypothetical question.

“Whatever the fuck we want. It’s about us, remember? We make the rules.”

“This is completely insane, you know that, right? One night of passion, and you want me to just pick up and leave with you? What if you get tired of me and decide you want someone else? What would we do for money and food? What…” Why was I even considering this lunacy?

“Whoa, slow down, take it easy. This shit’s new for me, too. Buck used to say “Be crazy as you can when you’re young, you’ll regret not doing it later when your balls start to sag.”

“But…I don’t have any balls.”

Max let loose with a howl of laughter so unexpected it took us both by surprise. His amusement was contagious, and before I knew it, we were both rolling around on the floor, laughing our heads off while we tried desperately to take deep breaths. Max struggled to his feet then reached down to help me up. He looked so different; the half-crooked smile and crinkle to his eyes gave him a youthful glow versus the perpetual scowl he’d worn before. Could we really do this? Run off together without a care in the world and finally make our own rules? The woman in me wanted this man, every part of him, including his angry flaws and broken soul. I deserved him and he deserved me, but could we really do this and live happily ever after? I already knew the answer before I spoke the words. It was a no-brainer. Max was mine.

“Okay.”

“What did you say? Make me believe you want me, baby. I need to feel you, Heaven.”

“OKAY! You crazy nut, let’s do this.” He smiled, and I was lost.

Max picked me up and spun me around the tiny confines of the motel room. I felt like my body was full of helium and I was floating high above the sky amongst the clouds. He finally stopped and kissed me hard on the lips, igniting a flame from deep within my belly. We were both breathing hard from all the spinning and laughing, but when our eyes made contact, the air around us crackled with electricity, so hot I felt light headed. I sunk to my knees in front of him, grateful that his jeans were still opened, which made it easier to free him before he started to protest.

“You don’t have to do that, Heaven. As much as I’d love to feel your mouth wrapped around my cock, I know it’s—” I cut him off before he could finish.

“I want to, Max. We make the rules, remember?

I stroked his hard shaft in my hand, loving the silky feel of his flesh against my palm.

He groaned long and hard as I stuck out my tongue and licked along the slit of his cock head and gathered the moisture that accumulated there. The salty taste and hard grip on the back of my hair gave me the confidence I needed to feel bold and daring. I opened my mouth and took him in deeply to the back of my throat then closed my lips tightly around his hardened cock. He hissed when I used my teeth to apply more pressure while I slowly sucked in and out, hollowing out my cheeks with each pass. I watched his steely gaze as he grunted and cursed in pleasure as he chanted my name, the one only he chose to call me. Heaven.

“That’s too fucking good, baby. You need to stop before I come in your mouth.” I wanted that so badly, to watch him give in to the pleasure I gave him and come apart before eyes. Max wanted something more. His gaze turned ravenous as he yanked his cock from my mouth, lifted me from the floor, and tossed me onto the bed facedown. My legs dangled off the side of the mattress as Max stepped between them and hoisted my ass in the air. I heard the noise as he tore into the foil wrapper of a condom, and the pit of my stomach did a somersault.

“Need to fuck that sweet pussy, baby, so fucking tight and perfect.” He slowly entered me from behind, nice and easy. I gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness when he seated himself fully inside my soaking-wet pussy. I moaned and sighed in unison when I felt the weight of his chest pressed against my back and his heartbeat combined with my own. He didn’t pound his way inside of me like a battering ram; instead, he held me close, like he was afraid I would disappear.

“This is all mine.” He moved my hair to the side and rained kisses on my neck. “My pussy, all mine. Tell me it’s mine, Heaven.” He rotated his hips in a circular motion, applying enough pressure to turn my insides into molten lava. His warm breath on my neck when he spoke was directly responsible for the ache I felt when I pinched my hardened nipples.

“Yes, Max, I’m yours. Please don’t stop.” I was lost to him, but I wanted more.

I forced my ass backwards and rotated upward with each one of his shallow thrusts. I tried my best to urge him to fuck me harder, but Max took his time. His arm held me securely across the chest, while his other hand worked my clit in tandem with his cock inside me. I couldn’t hold back another minute when the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had in my life seized control of my body and sent me flying over the edge. Max followed seconds later with an animal-like growl as he rutted as deeply as he could before he filled the condom with his hot seed. We slumped over together in a heated mess, our limbs no longer able to hold us upright, sated and out of breath.

“Fuck, baby. I’ll never get enough of you. We check out of this dump in the morning, and then we’ll be on our way.” He rained soft kisses to my neck, and I might have purred like a kitten when his lips made contact just below my ear.

He tried to withdraw, but I wasn’t ready to lose him yet. I locked my legs around his ass and forced him to stay inside me for just a little longer. Wrapped securely in his strong arms beneath his heavy weight was quickly becoming my favorite place to be. Color me crazy, but there was no better place. It took a few minutes for us to settle down. Max’s now softened cock slipped out from deep within my greedy pussy, and I missed the feel of him there. I tried to keep my eyes open, but sleep was inevitable. My body felt too good to avoid it. Just before I went under, I heard a whisper from above.

“I don’t always remember who I fucked, Heaven. Sometimes I wake up and am surrounded by naked bodies. I’ve done things with…men, when I needed to feel a level of pain that I just couldn’t get from fucking a woman. I allowed men to suck my cock and finger my asshole, not because I’m gay or bisexual, but because it reminded me of the man in the shadow. I’ve done so many disgusting things, Heaven, things I wish I could take back, but I can’t. That dark need, it’s gone when I’m with you. I can’t explain it. It’s crazy as fuck, but I want you to know that you are my vampire slayer. It’s you I need to keep me safe.”

“And you are mine, Maxwell O’Neill,” I whispered back.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but I wasn’t worried. Life had fucked us enough. Now was our time to shine. I felt the pain of his regret deep within my soul. We’d all done things to cope with the obstacles that life had thrown in front of us. I didn’t blame him for how he chose to deal with his. We all had skeletons in the closet, the little red wagon of the past that we pulled behind us. I wouldn’t look back ever again. The pain and darkness had taken enough of our lives. The nightmares were finally over. We ended up falling asleep that way, his face nestled on the side of my neck with his arms wrapped protectively around my naked body. I couldn’t wait to start our new adventure, away from all the horrible memories and malicious family influences. We were given a chance to start over fresh, and maybe, just maybe, would find a bit of happiness along the way.