When we were outside, I asked, “How did you find me?”
He shrugged. “Took a guess; it was right.”
“Okay, so talk. Why were you such an ass to me?”
His shoulders tensed up, and he raked his hand through his hair. “You know I’m with Storm, right?”
I nodded, giving him the confirmation he needed to move on.
“Part of my job with them is to sort out dickheads who threaten the club or the people close to the club. This afternoon I was dealing with a situation when you turned up. The guy involved is a nasty piece of work and I didn’t want him to see you there. That’s why I was trying to get you to leave.”
Shit, that was so far from what I’d expected; it made me stop and think. I cocked my head to the side. “So you do have some warmth in that heart of yours, Havoc?”
“Let’s not get carried away, darlin’,” he muttered.
My annoyance with him was gone, but I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily. “You know, there was no need for you to be so damn rude to me. You could have just said that to me this afternoon and I would have left.”
His glare was piercing. And again, I couldn’t read him. After staring at me for what felt like an eternity, he agreed with me, “Yeah, I could have, but in the heat of the moment I went with my gut, and my gut was telling me to get you the hell out of there fast. I didn’t have time for all the questions I knew you’d ask if I tried to explain it to you.”
Clarity hit me, and fuck, it wasn’t what I’d ever have thought about him. I leant closer to him, and said softly, “You were worried about me. You cared what happened to me.” My heart began beating faster at the thought. I didn’t know what to do with it, wasn’t even sure why I’d said it out loud to him.
Scowling, he said, “The only thing I care about right now is getting back inside of you.” His hands hit my ass and he pulled my body to his. “You think we can take care of that now?” he growled.
With his erection pressing into me, and his earthy scent invading my senses, I struggled to say no. I was caught in that in between where I didn’t want anything further to do with him, but on the other hand, I wanted and craved only him. Havoc was demanding, bossy, crude and unpredictable; all the things I didn’t want in a man. And yet, those qualities of his turned me on and drove me wild. He excited me and just the thought of him got my heart racing. I knew nothing about him, but I desperately wanted...no, needed to know everything.
Fuck.
He stared at me, and pushed for an answer. Trailing his finger down my cheek, neck and over my breasts, he said, “I want these tits in my mouth again, baby. And I sure as fuck want my cock in yours. Tell me you want the same.”
Oh God, I did want that. The ability to play games with men was not in me, and so I went with pure honesty. “Havoc, I am so wet for you right now that I doubt I could say no even if I wanted to. But I don’t want your cock in my mouth, I want it in my damn pussy. You think you can take care of that?”
He made a grunting noise I’d never heard any man make, but shit, it was the hottest noise I think I’d ever heard. Grabbing me by the wrist, he began walking and dragged me along with him. I stumbled a little but managed to quickly right myself. When I saw he was heading towards a bike, my insides buzzed with desire. I wanted to fuck him on that bike.
He gave me a helmet, and I murmured, “I’ve been dreaming of sex on your bike.”
His forehead creased slightly. “Babe, the shit I want to do to you cannot be done on a fuckin’ bike so get that fantasy out of your mind.”
“Really? It would be so hot though.”
His lips crashed down onto mine, and he took my mouth forcefully before letting me go and growling, “No, what would be hot would be me spending all night using my mouth and dick in ways you can only imagine; ways that you can’t fuckin’ do on a bike.” He smacked my ass, and ordered, “Now get on.”
My body tingled all over, and I was fairly sure he’d convinced me that sex on a bike wasn’t all I thought it would be. I did as he said, and held on tight. Today had just taken a turn for the better.
Chapter Six
Havoc
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I ran my hand over the curve of Carla’s hip and over her waist. She was asleep on her side, back to me, and the sight of her ass was the best sight to wake up to in the morning. We’d fucked all night and had only fallen asleep about four hours ago. Carla was as insatiable as I was when it came to sex. I was ready for more and I reached my hand over her to drag my fingers through her pussy in an effort to wake her up. She moaned in her sleep, parted her legs and rolled onto her back.
Dropping my lips to her chest, I continued to stroke her pussy while sucking on her nipple. Her tits had grown on me, and I was possibly a converted tit man now. A small handful really was all I needed; who the fuck would have thought? Being able to fit most of one boob in my mouth was actually a turn on; I felt like I fuckin’ owned it when it was all in my mouth.
As I sucked, I kept my eye on her face, waiting for her to give me her gaze. It didn’t happen so I pushed two fingers inside her and bit her nipple. Finally she cracked her eyes open and looked at me. Smiling. Fuck, that smile made my dick twitch. I let her nipple go and murmured, “Mornin’.”