I am barely fucking holding it together. Haven’s hands are still on me, her breath warm against my skin, her weight pressing into my lap like she owns me, fuck at this point, she does. She has me wrapped around her finger, wound so tight I’m ready to snap, my body betraying every attempt at patience, every ounce of control I thought I had.

Then she said it, Good boy. It’s not just the words, it’s her. The way she whispers them, soft and deliberate.

Now I’m fucking desperate. “Please, Haven,” I breathe, my voice already shaking, my hands gripping her tighter, my hips shifting beneath her, searching for more, for friction, for anything. “I need you, fuck, I need you so bad.”

Her fingertips trace my jaw, slow and deliberate, like she’s savoring the way I’m unraveling for her, and fuck, it only makes it worse, makes me ache, makes my cock throb so hard it’s almost unbearable.

I can’t think about anything else. Just her, how perfect she feels, how warm, how soft, how good it’s going to be when I finally get to fill her up, when she finally lets me, fuck.

The thought alone nearly ends me. I groan, my head tipping back against the bed, my breath ragged, my entire body burning with how much I want her, with how much I need her, my fingers digging into her skin.

And then reality crashes back. Tate is down the hall. If I can barely keep it together, if I’m already losing myself this fast, if Haven keeps teasing me like this, pulling these sounds out of me, making me beg for her like I don’t have a single fucking ounce of shame left, Tate is going to hear.

I snap forward, fumbling for the remote, fingers shaky as I hit the volume button, the sound of explosions and gunfire suddenly blaring through the speakers, loud enough to drown out the way I’m fucking falling apart for her.

Haven laughs, low and breathy, dragging her nails down my stomach, making me jolt beneath her. “That bad, huh?”

I groan, gripping her hips tighter, pressing my forehead against her shoulder, breathing her in, voice rough and desperate against her skin. “You have no fucking idea.”

I don’t know how much longer I can take this. The tv blares, loud enough to shake the fucking walls, but it’s not enough, not really. Not when Haven is still pressed against me, her fingers tracing slow, taunting patterns over my skin, her lips hovering near mine, her body rolling against me like she’s savoring every last second of my torture.

Not when my cock is still aching, still pressing against the soft heat of her, still throbbing so fucking hard it’s almost painful.