Page 25 of Havoc

“Oh, hell no,” I shot back. “It’s not me who thinks I’m too good for a biker. I like the MC lifestyle. It’s friendly, casual, and laid-back. When I go out with my friends, I feel obligated to dress up, but it’s hard to find a venue that isn’t filled with assholes hitting on me constantly, and I know drinking in an environment like that is a recipe for disaster. I know you may not think I really belong in your world, but I feel safer at the clubhouse. The brothers are respectful, the drinks are great, and I can wear clothes that are comfortable. It’s a win all the way around for me.”

Havoc just stared at me for a long, hard moment before his hands came up to cover mine.

“It’s not that I think you don’t belong in my world. You’re welcome at the clubhouse. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around before, since you’re Zoe’s friend.”

“Zoe’s great,” I told him. “But we’ve always had our separate lives. She sticks pretty close to Storm, their home, and the clubhouse. I work a lot. We get together for lunch regularly, usually with Ali.”

“I’m glad you feel welcomed by my club brothers. The thing is, I’d like us to get to know each other better, but I think you see me more as a client than anything else.”

That was it. That single sentence penetrated the walls we’d set up to serve as a framework for our relationship. Maybe what he wanted was just a one-night stand, but something told me he wanted more. The thing he said earlier about getting to know each other insinuated he wanted us to sound out the possibility of a real relationship. Havoc was messy, complicated, and blunt. But something about him drew me in. Maybe it was my gut feeling that deep down inside he was a good man.

Drawn to him, I didn’t think. Instead, I leaned in with my face turned up to receive the kiss he so willingly gave me. When he ghosted his lips over mine, it was slow at first, surprisingly soft and tentative, like he didn’t want to rush me. His gentle approach worked. It tugged me out of whatever reluctance I might have had.

I felt a little flame light, deep in my core. When I didn’t try to pull back, his kiss became deeper and more urgent. And that little flame grew into a blazing inferno of raw need. His hand slid up to wrap around the back of my head, holding me in place as his devilishly sensual tongue twined with mine. I stood there with my hands still on his chest as this rough biker took all that he wanted from me. Whatever he wanted, I was there for it. Everything this man did felt exciting and edgy, making my pulse beat faster.

I didn’t know how he managed to stoke my internal fires so easily, but within minutes, I was his. Totally in tune with each other, I slid my hands up until my arms looped loosely around his neck. When he pulled me closer, I kissed him harder, sifting my fingers through his hair. To be honest, I didn’t know how long we kissed because I was lost in the moment with him. Having so much raw power in my arms was terrifying and thrilling and everything in between.

Havoc made a sound, some kind of low growl in the back of his throat. It called to me on a primal level, making my panties wet and my clit throb with anticipation. The primitive side of my brain wanted him urgently. And if the sound he just made was any indication, he wanted me just as much.

Suddenly, Havoc had me in his arms and carried me to one of the stone benches where visitors sat to watch the sunset. Only we were all alone, and it was night, with only the moon and the starlit sky to light our way. I eagerly climbed into his lap face first, and his hands settled on my waist, pulling me closer and keeping me from falling backward all at the same time.

One hand slid down to his chest, and I felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat under my fingers. My eyes lifted to his. “I can feel your heartbeat, strong and fast.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, catching the woman of my dreams is one of the things on my bucket list.”

I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but I didn’t because it would probably seem like I was fishing for a compliment. Instead, I asked teasingly, “Well, you definitely caught me. The question is—what are you planning to do with me?”

His expression turned heated. “So many fucking things. But not here. Not now.”

He must have seen the confusion on my face because he explained, “I want to get to know you better.”

“And how are you planning to do that?” I asked while wiggling on his thick cock shamelessly.

He choked out a reply I wasn’t expecting while firmly holding me in place. “I want to see you naked, lick your pussy until you beg me to stop, and watch you bouncing on my cock for starters.”

“Sign me up. I want everything you’re offering.”

“I’ve wanted you, since the first time I set eyes on you that night everything erupted in that bar in town. Did my best to protect you and get you outta there. Didn’t think you really noticed me.”

“Oh, I noticed you, alright. So did my friends,” I told him, wondering if he noticed them as well. Jealousy stirred in my mind, and I swatted it away. Why be jealous when I’m the one who ended up sitting in his lap?

“Don’t give a shit about your friends.” When my mouth fell open at his unexpected words, he corrected himself. “It’s not that I don’t care about them as humans. I just don’t care about getting to know them better.” Stopping himself, he tried again. “I mean I’d be happy to get to know them because they’re your friends, but I don’t wanna date them or have sex with them.”

I smothered back a smile. “You’re wasting a lot of time talking about things that are less interesting than having a quickie.”

His head jerked up to search my face. I saw his expression turn wary and uncertain. “You’re a lady. I’m not having my first time with you on a fucking bench. You need a comfortable bed and soft pillows. Or at least a cabin and a bearskin rug.”

I didn’t tell him about how I don’t buy real animal fur. Instead, I wiggled on his lap again. “I’m quite comfortable right here. And here’s a little secret you might not know. People like me, who don’t have a lot of wild sex, really value the opportunity to do something out of pocket every now and then.”

His expression turned suspicious. “Are you saying that unplanned sex under the starlit sky with a tatted-up biker like me was on your bucket list?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “No sir. But after hearing you say it out loud, it is now.”

His hands slid off my hips and under my skirt to cup my ass cheeks. “Are you being serious right now? You want me to give you wild sex right here on the fly?”

I jerked my chin at him, mimicking one of his favorite mannerisms. “Bring on the hot biker sex. The view is amazing and there’s no one around for miles,” I said as I began pulling up his T-shirt to reveal his washboard stomach.

He chuckled. “You’re too much.”

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