by Ambere Sabo
Before I have an opportunity to respond, his lips are on mine. He kisses me with such passion, it makes me forget all the bad things we learned tonight… If only just for a moment. Havoc pulls away from me just as Hyde walks out of the bar.
“If this could be my last night on Earth, sweet cheeks, I plan to spend it wisely,” he whispers in my ear before grabbing my hand and leading me to the golf cart.
Chapter 21
Havoc
The ride back to the cabin is quiet. I’m sure Hyde wants to know everything G told us tonight, but if I’ve learned anything from the hot-headed beauty next to me, it’s that I take too much shit for granted. When I left the clubhouse and my family, I knew there was a chance I wouldn’t come back, but my ego wouldn’t allow me to admit it.
Since joining the Sons, I live every day in the moment. Never really giving any thought to the fact that something could happen to me. Wrecker had me under his thumb most of my life, and the freedom the Sons allowed me has made me reckless.
I have no intention of dying tomorrow, but if it comes down to me or Angel making it out of there, it’ll be Angel every damn time. Wrecker has taken too much from her already, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting him, or the cartel, get ahold of her again. If that means I trade my life for hers, so be it.
Hyde drops us at the cabin, and the minute we’re through the door, I pull Angel against my body. She looks up at me with her gorgeous emerald eyes, and I’m in awe of her. Just a week ago, I wanted to leave her on the side of the road and take off on my own, and now I’d give my life for hers.
Is that love? Do I love her? It’s too damn soon to tell, but I could see myself getting there. If she’ll have me that is.
Leaning down, I place a gentle kiss on her mouth and ask, “How ‘bout that bath, sweet cheeks?”
The lust in her eyes is undeniable when she nods at me. Stepping by me she walks toward the bathroom, removing an item of clothing with every step she takes. I watch as each inch of her delectable skin is revealed. Her ass sways seductively with each step. She pauses when she reaches the bathroom. Turning to look over her shoulder, from the door she asks, “You comin’?”
“Damn straight, sweet cheeks. Just enjoying the view,” I answer with a smirk. She really does have an amazing ass.
Angel is perched on the side of the tub, waiting, by the time I step into the bathroom. Emerald eyes roam my body as I strip out of my clothes and toss them on the floor outside of the door. Her eyes lock on my dick, and she licks her lips before dropping to her knees in front me.
Soft, wet velvet brushes the tip as she runs her tongue around it with quick flutters, then licks down my shaft to the root and back up again. I bite back a groan. Looking up at me, she takes my cock in her hand, stroking it before engulfing it in the wet heat of her mouth. The warmth of her tongue mixed with the motion of her hand has me moaning out loud in pleasure.
My hands fist at my side, as I resist the urge to wrap my fingers in her hair. I want to give her control of my pleasure. With each pass, she goes deeper than the last, until I’m hitting the back of her throat. Hollowing out her cheeks as she goes has me ready to blow.
“Fuck, sweet cheeks, I’m going to come,” I warn. Instead of stopping she speeds up. I don’t think I can hold back anymore when I breath out, “You sure?”
“Um hmm,” she mumbles, and the vibrations have me coming down her throat. She swallows every bit of me, and it’s sexy as hell.
Coming up off her knees, she stands in front of me, “So, how’d I do?” she asks her cheeks tinted a rosy pink.
I can’t help it when my jaw drops. “You kidding me, sweet cheeks? That was fucking amazing. Why would you ask me that shit?”
Her whole face is pink as she drops her eyes to the floor and whispers, “I’ve never…”
“Marry me,” I interrupt.
Her eyes snap to mine, but when she sees the smile on my face, she slaps my arm with a giggle, “Be serious, Havoc.”
Putting my hands up, I say in my defense, “Hey, if you can give head like that the first try, then I gotta scoop you up before someone else does.”
Her laughter is music to my ears. I never want her to feel embarrassed with me, even if I do find the pink that tints her face adorable as hell.
“Just send whoever you marry to mi Reina,” she says still laughing. Laughter that only grows with my confusion. “Mi Reina has a lot, and I mean a LOT, of porn.”
“The fuck. I don’t need to know that shit,” I exclaim with disgust, as I step over to the tub and turn the water on.
Angel comes up behind me giggling and wraps her arms around my middle. “Sorry, did I kill the mood?”
A chuckle bubbles up from deep in my chest and escapes through my lips, “Destroyed it.” I turn and press an open mouth kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck. Without lifting my mouth from her skin, I say, “But your sexy ass pressed up between my legs in this tub should fix that.”
As hot water pours into the tub, steam fills the air. She leans over pouring Epsom salt in the water. Once the tub’s halfway full, I help Angel into the water and slide in behind her. The salt that settled on the bottom is scratching my legs. Taking the washcloth, I lather it up with the body wash she left in here. I drag the cloth over her curves, paying a little more attention to her nipples than is really necessary, but come the fuck on what guy wouldn’t?
Before I’m ready to relinquish the scrap of fabric, she takes it and begins washing my legs. I relax and enjoy her taking care of me. It’s been a long time since anyone looked after me in any way. After we're both clean, she leans back against my chest and sighs.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, sweet cheeks?” I ask, running my hands up and down her thighs.
Looking up at me, she replies, “That I want to stay in this tub, content and happy, for just a while longer. The last few days have been the most normal days I’ve had in a long while. Even if I’m hiding out from a lunatic with a man I barely know and having more mind-blowing sex than I ever could’ve imagined.”
A smile crosses my lips. “What do you want to know about me, sweet cheeks? All you need to do is ask,” I tell her honestly.
“Why do they call you Havoc? I know your name is Eric. Your mama told me.”
“Oh yeah, what else did she say to you?”
“Un-uh, no subject changing. Though, I have to admit, I’ve seen some cute as hell baby pictures of your ass.”
Blowing out a breath, I take my time before answering her. Gathering my thoughts and figuring out the right way to word things. “When I left the Reapers for the Sons, I went a little crazy. I wasn’t used to the freedom I found away from Wrecker, and I went buck wild. I had so much rage in me from everything he put me through, and I needed an outlet. I got into a lot of fights. It didn’t take much to set me off.”
I nestle my chin into the crook of her neck. “The number of fights I got into got back to the patched members, and they weren’t too happy with me. Lynch and Venom pulled me aside when I was getting more out of control and gave me an ultimatum.”
She laces her fingers with mine across her stomach. “What did they say?”
“Continue wreaking havoc and lose my place in the Sons or start helping Venom. As Enforcer, it’s his job to take care of any problems the club has. I help him when there are any issues, and that became my outlet. Lynch gave me my name as a way to remind me that I’m not that person anymore. The man who doesn’t care about anyone but himself. The man Wrecker wants me to be.”
I wait for what feels like forever for her to admonish my reckless behavior, to remind me of how selfish my attitude had been, to say one of the thousand things I’ve said to myself since that time. Instead of the judgment, I expect to get after my confession, Angel’s face shows nothing but understanding. Her hand cups my cheek and her eyes are full of compassion.
I let out the breath I’ve been holding. She’s one of only four people, besides myself, that knows the story I just told he
r. Not even Cessy knows that I almost didn’t make it as a Son. I should’ve known if anyone could understand, it would be Angel. Whether she admits it or not, she has the same rage in her that I do.
Half rising, she turns her body in the tub, and her mouth is on mine in a moment—like opposite poles of a pair of magnets. The kiss is wild and passionate, and though I hate to stop it, I need to be inside her, and I’m not fucking her in a damn tub.
Panting out, “Let’s go to the room, sweet cheeks.”
She’s up and out of the bath with a quickness that I can’t help but chuckle at. Following her to the bedroom watching her ass sway, has me beyond turned on. The water drips down her golden skin, leaving glistening tracks in its wake. All I can think about is trailing my tongue up her body, lapping up every trace of water, until the only reason left for her to be wet is me. Remembering the first night we were together has my pace quickening.
She crawls up the bed on her hands and knees, and I can’t keep my eyes from her ass. “Stay right there, sweet cheeks,” I growl out.
Peering over her shoulder at me she smiles and obeys. Standing at the edge of the bed, I drop my knees down to the mattress, then bend over farther, positioning my face behind her. Nipping at her ass cheeks, I spread her legs farther apart. Just the sight of her pussy makes my mouth water. Licking from the top of her seam to the bottom, I savor the unique taste of her before lightly blowing on the sensitive area.
Feeling her legs start to shake, I tell her, “Prop up on the pillows, sweet cheeks.”
As soon as she has them in place, I begin my assault on her clit. Nipping and licking, then sucking the bundle of nerves into my mouth. The moans leaving her mouth and the taste of her flooding my mouth drives me on. Using two fingers, I test her readiness and find her soaking. With only a few strokes of my fingers, she’s screaming out her release.
Before she’s come down from the high of her first orgasm, I position myself at her entrance. Grabbing her ass with one hand and her hips with the other, I rock into her. Her muscles still spasming with aftershocks squeeze my cock. It’s hot as fuck. I pick up the pace until I’m thrusting balls deep into her heat.
Her head is buried in the pillow, but I can still just hear her moans. Reaching up, I grip her ponytail and pull her head back just enough to hear her. She cries out in Spanish, and it’s like my kryptonite.
“Come with me, sweet cheeks,” I tell her, and in an instant, I feel the spasms begin again. Stronger. Gripping me tighter. Milking every drop of cum from my body. My body shakes as I collapse onto her back. Shivers rack her body while we both pant for air.
“I think we need a shower, sweet cheeks,” I whisper in her ear before pulling out.
Chapter 22
Angel
Bright light dances behind my closed lids, waking me up. Before opening my eyes, I stretch and find that my body is sore in places I didn’t even know were possible to ache. But it’s a good kind of hurt. Not only did we have sex in the shower last night, but we found ourselves joined again in the early hours of this morning. A slow, sweet torturous coupling of our bodies—two pieces of the same puzzle that somehow fit together perfectly. We need to get up so we can go meet with the Dominion members and make a plan for our trip back to the Sons’ clubhouse. Rodeo and Venom will be conferenced in on the meeting as well.
Havoc still sleeps peacefully beside me. I watch his body rise and fall. My eyes are drawn to the scars on his back reminding me of the evil we’ll face tonight. I know no one will let Wrecker get his hands on me, but that doesn’t change the situation. Wrecker wants me, and he’ll try whatever he can to get me.
Havoc has all but come out and said he’ll give his life for mine. I don’t want it to come to that. Hell, I don’t even want Wrecker to lose his life tonight. No matter how much Havoc wants him dead, we need him alive. He has too much information about the cartel that we need.
G told Havoc as much as he knew yesterday, so we have a pretty good idea of where the women are within the compound. But Wrecker has been there as an honored guest, not just a soldier. So, he knows considerably more than G would. The need for answers should be above the need for revenge. He’ll get what’s coming to him, of that I’m sure, but for once in my life, I’ll enjoy watching the torture and infliction pain of on another human being. I’ll happily watch them pull the information out of him.
Slipping out of bed, I make my way to the kitchen to get breakfast started. Havoc has tried to help with the cooking while we’ve been here but his skills are god awful. Vic is an amazing cook, so I expected him to at least be able to cook eggs. Nope, they were horrible. I let my mind wander back to his attempt.
The eggs had too much salt. And somehow, he managed to make them both rubbery and runny at the same time. It takes real skill to ruin them like Havoc did. But it was so sweet how he brought me breakfast in bed a couple mornings ago. I managed to choke down one mouthful without letting my face show anything. He’d watched me so hopefully. “How are they?” he’d asked.
“Well, the texture’s really… unique.”
I’d watched him scoop up a big forkful and shovel it into his mouth. He chewed for a moment and then spat it out on his plate. “These are shit. I’m so sorry. Why the hell did you let me eat that? How the hell did you manage to swallow that?”
I giggled and answered, “It’s definitely not the best thing I’ve had in my mouth recently.”
“Oh yeah?” The devilish look that filled his eyes at that moment stole my breath and a bit of my heart. He set the inedible eggs aside and tackled me to the mattress. And we proceeded to enjoy a different sort of breakfast in bed.
Shaking my head at the memory, I dig through the fridge and decide I’d much rather do it myself, knowing whatever I decide to make will be edible.
There’s a bit of chorizo left over, so I cook that up with some papas and eggs. Wrapping it all up as breakfast burritos, I take them back to the bedroom. He’s still sleeping. I wake him up in a fashion that has become my norm—kissing up and down the scars on his back until he stirs. He’s so self-conscious about his scars. He thinks they make him hideous. But we all carry scars. And his make him beautiful. I think he’s starting to be more at ease with me seeing them. He doesn’t flinch when I touch them now. I love pressing kisses to them.
The smile on his face as he looks up at me with his crystal blue eyes is breathtaking. This man will be the death of me.
Putting the plate beside him, I command with a smile, “Eat. Hyde will be here shortly, and I’m sure we would all prefer you be fed for this meeting.”
Chuckling, he sits up and pulls the plate onto his lap. “Alright, sweet cheeks, but if either one of us gets hangry, it's you,” he says before kissing me on the temple.
I can’t even argue with him about that. Mi mama always used to tell me she worried for my husband when I got pregnant. As soon as the thought crosses my mind, tears well up in my eyes.
“Ok, ok. I’m the one who gets hangry. Not you,” Havoc rushes out, thinking he’s upset me.
With a sad laugh, I shake my head. “No, it's me, Havoc. You just reminded me of something mi mama used to say, and I realized she won’t be here to see if she was right.”
Setting his plate to the side, he draws me next to him wrapping me in his arms. “I’m sorry, sweet cheeks. What did she use to say?”
“That my husband had better know how to cook, if he ever got me pregnant, or I might kill him when the cravings hit.”
“Well, then I’m screwed, huh?” he asks with a small smile.
I can’t help but laugh at that. “You’d better hope your Ol’ Lady likes microwave meals and oven-baked pizza.”
“Nah, that shits not good enough. I’ll have to get my ma come stay with us. She’ll make sure my baby is fed right,” he says.
Jealousy burned in the pit of my stomach at the thought of him having someone pregnant. I hate the feeling. I have no claim on him any more than he has on me. But damn… Brushing the feel
ing aside, I kiss his cheek. “After this morning, I need another shower. Eat your food,” I demand with a smile and head to the bathroom.
What the hell is wrong with me? For months, all I could think about was getting revenge on the cartel for what they did to my family. Knowing that Caine or Martinez or whatever the hell he called himself has already been taken care of leaves me a little lost on my place in all of this.
What if we make it through this alive? Where will I go? Could I make a life with the Sons? With Havoc? Can I get over my issues with being claimed as someones? Of belonging to someone? And someone belonging to me?
I let myself imagine and picture. My head fast-forwards to some point in the future. A dream? A possibility? A desire? It’s something. It’s… A little house decorated similarly to the one I grew up in. A wooden porch with a swing. Flowers lining the walkway. Spices and rich smells filling a cozy kitchen. Safety. Contentment. A nudge in my belly. My hands resting on a rounded bump. A simple gold band on my left hand. A rumble outside. Arms around my waist. New hands resting on my belly. A matching band on the masculine finger. An answering kick. A deep chuckle in response. A beard scratching my neck just before lips press to my pulse point. I spin and stare into crystal blue eyes filled with love and awe.
Tears fill my eyes at the images. They fall, mingling with the shower raining down on me. Damn, I can see it. And part of me wants it. Really bad.
None of these things should be running through my head while I shower, but they are. The only thing I should be focused on right now is catching Wrecker and selling the farm. What the hell has this man done to me?
Chapter 23
Havoc
This meeting is a fucking joke. We have twenty men, representing three different clubs, and not a damn one can agree on anything. Rodeo had the stupid ass idea to get Wraith involved on the conference call, and that has only added to the bullshit drama.
