Page 27 of Havoc

The slight hesitation cleared from his expression, and he relaxed his shoulders. “Alright, here we go.” His hands came up to grasp my hips and with him assisting, I slowly lifted up and when he was all out but the head, I eased back down. We were both careful.

Our bodies met, skin to skin, and it stole every word I might’ve had.

I let him set the pace, and he chose one that wasn’t rough or fast. It was slow and measured, like he wanted to enjoy every second of being with me. It made me feel desired and cherished.

We moved together, finding a rhythm that was just enough to keep the pleasure building without feeling rushed. I held onto his shoulders to help me do my part in keeping the rhythm moving. He buried his face in my neck, kissing me and whispered my name like it was a secret vow.

Havoc had the kind of stamina that most men only dream about. The more we moved, the more we needed each other. Our movements became faster and rougher until I was moaning his name. One of his hands slid up underneath my shirt and bra. He roughly shoved them both up, and I leaned back just enough for him to tease my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers and thumb, tugging slightly. I came with his name on my lips, a breathless plea for something I couldn’t name.

I collapsed onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, tugging me close. We just sat there for a long moment, enjoying the afterglow, with his cock still softening deep inside me.

Unsure how long we were locked together like that, I felt him pulling my shirt down to keep me warm. Appreciating the gesture, I snuggled deeper into his warm embrace. One big hand rubbed my back. It was a calming, soothing gesture that spoke to his kindness. Everything about this moment only made me like him more.

Eventually the hand on my back slid up to sift through my long red strands. Using my hair, he tugged my head so he could look into my eyes. “This was good, best time I’ve ever had with a woman. You ever want me or my cock, all you have to do is shoot me a text and I’ll come runnin’. Any time, day or night. Ya hear what I’m laying down, beautiful?”

I nodded, realizing that he was throwing the ball in my court. Havoc was an extremely dominant guy. He went after what he wanted. So, it didn’t make sense that he was making me chase him. “Yeah, expect a booty call real soon.”

His lips quirked into a tiny smile before he leaned over and dropped a kiss onto my forehead. “Don’t trust myself to kiss you on the lips, not with my cock standing proud and tall in your tight pussy.”

I began moving up and off his lap, feeling a cool breeze blowing across my nether regions. I wasn’t above asking Havoc for my panties, but they were too ripped to stay on. Whatever. I could manage for the ride back to the clubhouse, if I tucked my skirt under my ass.

Havoc noticed something was off with me, so he asked, “Did talking about more sex scare you?”

“No. Of course not. But I will admit that my lady parts have had the workout of a lifetime tonight. I don’t know if I could handle another round without internally combusting.”

“We wouldn’t want that, sweetness. Life’s too short to let anything happen to my new favorite girl.”

He zipped up and buckled his belt before coming to his feet. I stood beside him, wondering what came next. Havoc looked out at the huge valley stretching out before us and sighed. “I ain’t never brought a woman, or anyone else, to my favorite thinkin’ spot.”

“This is where you come to get away from the stress in your life and decompress? You picked an amazing spot for it. I like how it goes on for miles and is hidden back behind the foliage.”

“Yeah, I discovered this place by accident when I had a flat a few years back. Been coming here ever since.”

“Thank you for bringing me here and all the amazing sex. This was a really special night for me.”

We stood face-to-face for a long moment, as he toyed with a strand of my hair. Eventually, Havoc broke the silence. “C’mon, let’s get you back before you catch cold.”

We walked to the bike. He stopped short, took off his cut and then his t-shirt. He pulled his cut over his bare chest and then folded his t-shirt in two and tied it around the seat so I would have some place to put my bare pussy besides the leather seat. He patted it and held out one hand for me to take. I didn’t hesitate or overthink his generous offer. I slid my hand into his and he helped me settle into place. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed close. The roar of the engine vibrated through us both as he fired it up, and just like that, we were flying through the night again.

The ride back to the clubhouse was different. It wasn’t just the thrilling ride or the amazing sex, it was getting closer and forging a bond with Havoc that wasn’t there before. This might just be the something good I was waiting for in my life.

As we rode, the moonlight shining down onto the dark highway was the only light we had. All I could think about was how warm he felt beneath my arms. About how protected and safe I felt when we were together. For the first time in a long while, everything felt exactly as it should.

When we rolled to a stop outside the clubhouse, I found myself reluctant to let go. But I did, because I had to. I got off his bike with shaky legs, but it wasn’t the ride that had done it.

Havoc turned slightly in the seat, his voice low. “Thanks for trusting me tonight.”

“Thanks for giving me a reason to.”

His eyes lingered on mine a heartbeat too long, as if he was seriously considering closing the gap between us once more. But before either of us could say or do anything more, the clubhouse door banged open, and one of the brothers stumbled out laughing, a club girl trailing after him.

He unclipped the helmet, his fingers brushing against my hair as he gently removed it.

“You ever want another ride or anything else,” he said, brushing a strand from my face, “like I told you, all you have to do is shoot me a text.”

“I will,” I promised.

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then he reached out and pulled me into a tight hug, wrapped one strong arm around my back, while the other fisted gently in my hair. It wasn’t possessive or meant to be insulting. It was his way of holding me, showing me that he cared. When he nuzzled his cheek in my hair, I knew this thing going on between us was something special, so I told him so. “I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight, Havoc. I liked it all from start to finish.”

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