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Deceitful Choices(10)



My child would never be afraid, not if I could help it. He or she would be surrounded by love and support, and my parents would never take away the light in my baby’s life, not like they did mine.





Chapter 7





Zack



I muffled her screams with my mouth. I thought she could eventually drown out those moans that still haunted me, but I was so wrong.

Haven Rhoades was a theatrical lay. On most days I could tolerate her pants and pleads for more in that high pitched squeal of hers, but not today. I spent the first two hours after she arrived listening to her go on and on about Lindsay and how everyone in town called her the town whore. She shared more than one story of how Lindsay got caught with her pants around her ankles.

I really couldn’t take anymore, so I took charge and shut her up in my own way. Every time we were together I didn’t give her the chance to talk. Instead I took what I wanted, when I wanted it, and she didn’t deny me.

Which is what led up to me hovering above her as I drove into her awaiting body over and over. My head wasn’t in it but I forced on. I needed this release.

Haven showed up in town three weeks ago; I thought it was only for a short visit, but fuck, she was still here. And she was getting clingy. I couldn’t take clingy.

I pulled back when she bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. “What the fuck?” I growled.

“Sorry baby,” she cooed. “But I lose my mind with you. You feel so good.” Haven dug her nails into my ass and pulled me toward her as I sunk into her warm heat once again.

When she moaned out my name I closed my eyes tightly and tried to keep my head in the game.

I won’t lie and say it wasn’t fucking hot the first few times I slept with Haven. There wasn’t anything she wasn’t willing to do, and I took full advantage of her eagerness. But the more I slept with her, the more bored I became.

“I’m so close, Zack,” she said as she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her hips to meet me each time I entered her. “Yes, oh god yes, right there.”

Picking up the pace I could feel her tightening around me and I wanted to get there too. Slamming inside of her, I tuned out her squeals and focused solely on my own release. Yes, a dick move, but I knew she was already there.

I followed closely behind her and my arms grew weak as I collapsed against her, our bodies sticky with sweat.

Haven began to slowly rub over my shoulders with her long nails, and something about it reminded me of the way Lindsay soothed me that night after we had just had sex.

“What are you thinking?” Haven asked, ruining the calm feeling of the moment.

I lifted my body from hers and slowly pulled back.

Without saying a word, I got up from the bed and made my way toward the bathroom in her hotel room to remove the condom.

By the time I cleaned up and walked back into the room, she sat up and didn’t even take the time to cover her breasts. I scanned over her body, looking for some kind of spark. She was gorgeous: perfect body, amazing mouth, and eyes that spoke volumes, but those looks only took her so far. Behind that beauty was a high maintenance girl who could be fucking cold at times. I witnessed how she played her father, convincing him to pay for this room she stayed in for yet another week. Haven Rhoades was a spoiled little rich girl who I knew was trouble, but she was a nice distraction on the days I needed it most.

“Come here, handsome.” She motioned with her finger to come closer and I did. Taking a seat next to her on the bed she crawled toward me and let the sheet completely fall away. She held on to my shoulders and she straddled my lap and sat down. “You look so stressed, Zack. Why don’t you let me help you relax?”

I knew what she had in mind, but I wasn’t interested.

I gripped her hips and for a moment she smiled seductively as if she had just worn me down, but it was short lived. I moved her off me and placed her on the mattress at my side.

“I got to get going,” I told her as I reached for my jeans.

“What?” she asked. I knew that tone. It was her whiney, right before she threw a tantrum voice.

Which meant I had about fifteen seconds to slip on my pants and grab the rest of my shit, then bolt.

“Zack,” she said and I stood, pulling my jeans over my hips. “Why do you have to leave?”

When I knew I had everything I turned to face her. She was standing next to the bed, still completely nude. Her hands were on her hips and she had a pissed off look on her face.

“Is this all I am to you?” she asked.

She and I had this conversation more than once, and every time it ended the same.

“I told you when you first came here I didn’t want anything more than my freedom. I had no intentions of making this more and you said you wanted the same thing.” I moved toward the door and she continued to glare at me. “Yet every fucking time we go through this same shit.”