Happy Endings

by Alice Winters

  “Stay here. I’ll get it,” I say before getting out. I leave him there and head inside so I can get myself a large banana split blizzard before going back out to the car.

  I get in, and Havoc looks at me as I start to eat my ice cream.

  “You didn’t get me one? That’s cold,” he says.

  “It is really cold. It is ice cream, if it was warm, it’d melt,” I explain as I stare at him.

  “I’m sorry, alright?”

  “Are you?” I ask skeptically.

  “Yes!”

  I glare as I thrust the ice cream at him and put the car in reverse. I back out of the parking lot and drive home as we share the ice cream.

  Once home, I head into the bathroom and strip as the shower heats up. Naked, I climb in. There’s a knock on the door before I hear it slide open. I step under the water and let the warmth beat down on me, hoping it’ll drown out whatever stupid thing Havoc has come to say.

  “Can I join you?”

  I ignore him, so he seems to think that means yes and takes his clothes off. He pushes the shower curtain back and crawls in with me. Slowly, he reaches out to me and wraps his arms around me and I immediately want to sink into them. I mean… he is a demon. They’re known for not comprehending situations and finding wicked joy in things.

  “I really am sorry. You know I’d never let anything happen to you,” he says as he tucks his face against my hair.

  “Yeah, well, I thought a lot of crazy shit was happening,” I say, feeling like I still need to stay stubborn about it. Partly because I love the concern he’s showing me. And partly because he was an asshole.

  “I know, and I’m sorry. I should have done something… but you just looked so funny—”

  I glare at him, and he holds me to him tightly so I can’t get away even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. But I refuse to let him know that.

  “Please forgive me.”

  I slide my hand down his lower back and let my fingers brush over his ass as the water beats down on us. “I will… if you let me fuck you,” I say as I slip a finger between his ass cheeks.

  “W-What?”

  I rub my finger between his cheeks before pressing against his hole.

  His eyes get very wide. “Nope. That area’s off limits. Want a blow job? I’ll do that. Or want like… that finger painting stuff? Yeah, I bet we’d make a masterpiece with that. We could make money off that.”

  “Nope, I want to bury my cock right here,” I say as I push my finger against him.

  He tenses as he stares down at me.

  “Nothing goes in there.”

  “But I’m sad and you… you won’t make me feel better?”

  His eyes narrow. “Do you usually top?”

  “No. That’s why I want to,” I say as I smack the shower off and get out. I dry off and head into the bedroom as he proceeds to stand in the shower, dripping water. I grab the lubricant as I sit on the bed naked and wait.

  Slowly he comes out, like he thinks maybe I forgot about it.

  “Come on,” I say as I pat the bed.

  He grimaces. “You can ride me? We can go to a church and have sex? That sounds like fun.”

  “I’m waiting,” I say.

  “Fuck me,” he groans.

  “That’s the plan.”

  He stares at me and I give him a grin. I watch him grab the towel I used to dry off with before drying himself off. He walks to me, standing naked and gorgeous before me as I grin at him.

  “I’m just teasing, we don’t have to,” I say as I lean against him, my cock pressed against his.

  He reaches up and grabs my face, pulling me up until his lips press against mine. He draws me into the kiss, driving me crazy and I know that if he told me to roll over so he could fuck me, I’d do it without hesitation.

  When he pulls back, breath heavy, he catches my eyes. “The only reason I want this is because it’s you.”

  “I’m… you’d really do it? I mean, I want to, but I knew you wouldn’t go for it. Are you sure?”

  “I do want to make you feel better.”

  I smile at him and gently kiss his lips before pulling back. “But only if you’re sure.”

  He slides his fingers down my sides and grabs my ass, squeezing it gently. “I’m positive. But you better be gentle,” he says as he pushes me onto the bed. I take his hand and pull him onto my lap.

  Honestly, I’m shocked and fighting to not show it. I did say it as a joke, since I really didn’t think he’d let me. But if he’s willing to, I’d love to be able to touch his body in a way that no one else ever has before. “Gentle is my middle name,” I say as I run a hand up his side.

  “Bullshit,” he says. “I once saw you accidentally nearly cut someone’s head off.”

  “I didn’t even nick them!”

  He raises an eyebrow.

  “I barely nicked them.”

  His eyebrow rises even farther.

  “He ran into it.”

  He starts laughing as he leans into me. “You’re so ridiculous.”

  I smile as I kiss him. “I’m excited you’re into this. You’re into it, right?”

  “Strangely, I’m into anything you suggest.”

  I squirt lubricant on my hand before running it behind him between his butt cheeks where I push a finger inside of him.

  I wrap an arm around his waist, rolling him onto his back. I grab for a pillow and shove it under his waist, raising it up, before sliding my hands up his muscular chest. “How do you stay so damn muscular when I never see you exercise?”

  “I’m just perfect like that,” he says.

  “Yeah… sure, we’ll let you believe that.” I run my lips down his chest, kissing a line straight down his stomach as my fingers slide down his side. I draw my right hand between his legs and push my finger back inside him. And just as I’m starting to push a second in, I take the head of his cock in my mouth. He groans as I swirl my tongue around the head before sinking down on him.

  My mouth is making him relax as I move my fingers inside him. My cock is aching for attention, but I want to make sure he’s comfortable and ready.

  I pull my mouth off his cock and my hand out of him before sliding up his body.

  “Hands and knees is the easiest position,” I say.

  “Why has my brain turned to mush?” he grumbles as he rolls over.

  “I really don’t know,” I tease as I look at his perfect ass. I smack one cheek as I realize that I never ever imagined I’d have Havoc in this position. I stroke his cock with one hand as my other slides up his back.

  “Thank god your penis isn’t as big as mine. I mean it’s almost tiny compared to mine,” he says.

  “You’re returning to my shit list right now.”

  “Ah, forgot. Bare ass in the air makes you forget things,” he says as he looks back at me.

  I try not to grin as I rub lubricant over my cock.

  “Sing me a happy song,” he says.

  “I’m not singing to you!”

  “I am Havoc the Sexy. I do the penetrating!”

  “I told you we don’t have to do this! Do you want to do it? You can do it.”

  “I will… allow it this once. Once, you here? Never again!”

  “Ready?” I ask as I push against him.

  “Yes, yes. Penetrate me!”

  “Don’t make me laugh!”

  He leans into me. “Fine. Fuck me, Miles.”

  And I nearly lose everything right there, but I compose myself and press against him.

  I can feel him slowly opening up for me as I push inside him. He’s so tight around my cock that it’s driving me mad. I want to just push in, claim him, but I force myself to go slow. I slide my hand around and take his cock, rubbing him gently. “You doing alright?” I ask.

  “Sure, fine. Splendid. Am I forgiven? I feel like I should be forgiven for every wrong thing I’ve ever done in my life. Are you all the way in yet?”

  “Almost,” I say as I keep pushing un
til my thighs are flush against his. Pressed deep inside of him, I lie against him and kiss his shoulder. “This is fun.”

  “Nope!” he says. “Not in the slightest. Why do you enjoy this? How is this enjoyable? And if your cock was as big as mine, oh god!”

  “Don’t make me laugh. Are you good? Do you want me to pull out.”

  “No, it’s tolerable and just for you.”

  I slide my fingers down his broad back, dying to move my hips. “I understand, but I don’t want to do this unless you’re enjoying it.”

  “Don’t make me say words that prove you are even remotely right. So continue.”

  “Wait,” I say as I reach between his legs and stroke his cock. “Are you not hating it as much as you thought?”

  When I shift my hips in time to my hand on his cock, he groans. “No idea what you’re talking about. Do you usually talk this much during sex? It’s usually ‘Give me your big, sexy cock, Havoc!’”

  “Nope. Never happened.” I kiss him again as I pull out a little bit before thrusting in. I move my hand down him as I quicken my pace and I feel his body relaxing as pleasure starts to find him. I know he’d swear on his life that he’s feeling no pleasure, but the hardness of his cock tells me otherwise. I pull back, almost all of the way out before pushing in, and he moans as I feel his body tighten around me.

  “Did you like that spot I just touched?”

  “Nope!” he says.

  “Don’t want me to touch it again?” I ask as I thrust inside him.

  I must have hit it again because he ducks his head down and grips onto his pillow. I slide my hand over his bare back as I move inside of him, feeling the heat rising in my body. Quickly, I move my hand over him, rubbing and stroking. His body tightens around me as he groans and cum hits the bed. Pleasure is so close to me as his body tightens on my cock that I push into him as I reach my limit and come inside him.

  I pull out, and he rolls me under him.

  “Yeah, I’m not satisfied with how this finished,” he says as his hand slides between my legs and a wet finger finds my hole.

  “Yeah, but I’m done,” I say. “I had my fun.”

  “I’m not. It’s not my fault demons can keep going,” he says with a grin that makes my body ache for him, even though I’m pretty sure I don’t need another around. But as he rubs me, his mouth finds mine and I know that I will always be drawn into whatever he wants, especially when it makes me feel this good.

  When he finally finishes, I’m exhausted and collapse onto the bed. He stares down at me from where he straddles me.

  “If you tell anyone about what I… let you do to me, I will do something horribly bad to you,” he says.

  “Sure, sure,” I say as he grabs me in his arms and pulls me to him.

  “I’ll spank your ass so damn hard.” He gives my bare ass a smack as he pulls me on top of him.

  “No! Not my ass!”

  He snickers as he wraps me up in his arms and holds me tight. “How do you talk me into everything?”

  “I don’t know, I’m just good like that,” I tease as I kiss him.

  “It’s like I’m addicted to you and there’s no reasonable reason for why,” he jokes.

  “Uh-huh! Because I’m amazing, duh.”

  He snorts, but he doesn’t let go of me as he runs gentle kisses down my cheek and over my lips until sleep finally reaches out for him. And I’m left remembering a time when it was just sex and wonder when these caring gestures became so normal. I curl into him and he gives me a half-asleep squeeze, like he’s not planning on ever letting me go.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I walk downstairs and see Yoko and Baron huddled around Havoc’s phone as they laugh.

  “Give it to me, give it to me,” Havoc says as he tries to reach between them to grab the phone.

  “NO! It’s not over yet!” Yoko says as she holds it out of reach.

  I lift my hand up while speaking the word of fire, and the device bursts into flames. Yoko quickly drops it and watches as it continues to burn on the ground.

  Everyone stops laughing and looks over at me.

  “I topped Havoc last night,” I announce.

  Havoc glares at me. “You heathen.”

  “You said you wouldn’t show anyone, and I would keep my mouth shut,” I say.

  “Are you two like an old married couple by this point?” Yoko asks as she stretches. “And what do you have against cats in boxes?”

  “What?”

  I look down at the phone that is nothing but a heap of melted junk at this point.

  “Havoc was showing us some videos of cats jumping in boxes,” Yoko says. “What did you think he was showing us?”

  Havoc gets a wicked grin on his face that makes me realize that I just dug a big grave. “Yes, Miles, what was so bad you had to burn up my phone for?” He taps his finger against the table. “And when I kept up my end of the deal? But now the deal is off. Everyone, want to see a hilarious video of Miles? Allow me to use your laptop, and Miles can say nothing about it because he turned into a traitor.”

  “Havoc. Please,” I grovel while wondering if pleading would even do anything. Maybe I should try suggesting any of his strange fetishes. He wants to have sex covered in paint? Sign me up.

  Havoc slides Yoko’s laptop over to himself without a glance at me.

  “Yoko, tell him he can’t use your laptop,” I plead.

  Havoc clicks something. “And there. Enjoy,” he says as he stares right at me.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I need a new phone. Chop chop.”

  “Oh. My. God!” Yoko says before screaming out in laughter. Everyone in the café is staring at us at this point, and I would like to crawl in a hole and die. “The slow mo! Havoc, this is priceless. This would ruin Miles’ reputation!”

  “Goodbye, I am leaving in search of a better life,” I say as I head out the door.

  Havoc jogs after me to catch up. “That was fun. We not only got to make fun of you, but you also made a dick of yourself. But I obviously like your dick, so I guess we’re all good.”

  “Funny,” I say. “Let’s go. I’m going to drive off into the sunset and hope everyone forgets about me.”

  “Not going to happen,” Havoc says, but he follows me outside and over to my car.

  I get into the car as he slides into the passenger seat. “So where are we going?”

  “Aiden’s,” I say. “Rehna found Lanni and Marco. The old team is coming together for a lie detector test to see who stole the book.”

  Havoc looks thrilled. “Oh, I love Aiden’s place.”

  I look over at Havoc and raise an eyebrow.

  He glances over at me with wide eyes. “I mean, yuck, perky little titties everywhere. How heinous.”

  “That’s right.”

  “I only need my little snuggleworm,” Havoc says as he leans over and kisses my cheek.

  “Yeah, don’t ever call me that. Or talk to me like that again,” I say.

  “Alright. All I need is my fuckhead. Is that better?”

  “Surprisingly, yes,” I say.

  He laughs. “Hopefully, they don’t look through all my videos and find the one of us having sex.”

  I slam on my brakes at a stoplight and look over at him. “Excuse me?”

  “What?” he asks as he looks around like I am alarmed by something outside the car.

  “You took a video of us having sex?” I growl.

  “Oh yes! It’s alright, I captured all your good sides. And I mean all of them.”

  “How about you ask next time?”

  He’s giving me one of those cocky grins that always gets me. “I see no reason I can’t enjoy a video of you every now and then.”

  “I’m sure it just gets drowned out in your sea of videos,” I grumble.

  He grins at me. “I love how jealous you get. I never knew you were such a jealous person.”

  “Yep, jealousy is just dripping off me,” I say sarcastically as I tu
rn the corner.

  “It’s really cute on you. How’d you become cute? What have you done to my brain?”

  “Nothing that I know of,” I say. “Basically everything that’s happened has been your idea so far.”

  He thinks about it for a moment before his eyebrows knit. “It has… hasn’t it? You poisoned me!”

  I snort. “Yes, poisoning is usually my forte. I didn’t poison you… this time.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “Huh?”

  “This time?”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  He snorts. “We did butt heads occasionally when you were younger. Although, I surprisingly got along with you a lot better than any of my other masters. I just had so much fun picking on you.”

  “Picking? Or torturing?”

  “Po-tay-to po-tah-to.”

  “No… no it’s not! I took great care of you!”

  “What about the time you made me sleep with your horse?”

  “My horse was cold!”

  “You’re such a liar!”

  “What about the time you left me alone with a hell hound!”

  He grins at the memory. “I just remember looking out the window and there you are, running as fast as your stick legs could carry you.”

  “I was a child.”

  “You were at least fourteen. By that age, you should have been married and had fifteen kids.”

  I snort. “Yeah, on top of everything else I had going on.”

  “We have so many good memories of each other,” he says with a smile.

  “Actual good memories? Or your evil memories?”

  He smiles at me. “Aren’t they the same thing? I’m joking… I lived a lot of my life chained, shackled, or caged. The first time you took those shackles off me… it was unbelievably freeing. I’m not sure you even understand.”

  “Really?” I ask as I look over at him. “I’d been terrified that I fucked up somehow and you’d eat me. And when I let you free you snipped something at me.”

  “Maybe… but I also couldn’t let you, a mere human, know how much it meant to me. Even the humans who’d been kind to me kept shackles on me for added protection. It gave them another layer of control. But I was yours for about two days and you took them off.”