by Levine, Nina
He stalked right up to me, grabbed me roughly by the elbow, and demanded to know, “What the fuck are you doing here, Carla?”
Well shit. Not the reaction I was expecting. And not a reaction that impressed me. I tried to shake myself from his grip but he was holding firm. Looking up at his face, I answered him angrily, “I was driving by, saw you and thought I’d stop and say hi. Gotta admit that I’m regretting that decision now.”
His anger matched mine. “I’m regretting that decision too, babe.”
He began to pull me back towards my car. I didn’t appreciate being manhandled, and resisted. That only annoyed him further and he grasped me tighter in an effort to pull me. “Stop!” I yelled.
He stopped and bent his face to mine. He hissed at me, “Trust me when I say this is not a place you want to be. You need to leave right fuckin’ now.”
I took in his angry face and the tone in his voice; there was an urgency to it that I didn’t understand. “Why?” I asked.
He resumed dragging me in the direction of my car, and muttered, “I don’t have fuckin’ time to detail it for you. I just wish to hell that you didn’t have to argue with me about every-fuckin’-thing.”
Fine. If he wanted me gone, I was going. He wasn’t making any sense, and he’d upset and pissed me off so there really was no point in sticking around. Obviously he’d had enough of me, and whatever we’d had going was done with. I finally found the strength to break free of his hold. Throwing my arms in the air, I yelled, “Fine, I’m going. You don’t have to drag me anymore.”
“Keep your fuckin’ voice down,” he hissed again. His hand landed on my lower back and he continued to guide me to my car.
I unlocked my door, glared at him one last time, and said, “I don’t know what the hell is up your ass today, but I get the message. I won’t bug you again. But let’s just get one thing clear, Havoc. There are much nicer ways of telling a girl you want nothing more to do with her. You really need to learn them.” Without further ado, I got in my car and sped off without a backwards glance.
What an asshole.
***
I arrived home half an hour later. I lived with my mother while I was finishing my course, but she was out for the day. Thank God, because I just needed some time to myself to calm down. I loved my mother but she always knew when something was bugging me and I didn’t want to discuss Havoc with her. Instead, I ran a bath, poured a wine and sunk into the warm bubbles letting them wash over me. Hopefully they would wash the tension from my body.
I’d brought my mail in to read, and quickly worked my way through the five letters. The last letter caused me to sit upright in the bath and shout out expletives. My fucking teacher had failed me after all.
Motherfucker.
I stood and grabbed a towel. After I’d dried off, I hurriedly got dressed again in preparation to go down to the college and give him a piece of my mind. I was walking out the door when my phone rang.
“Hello,” I snapped at whoever it was without checking caller ID.
“Shit girl. You having a bad day?”
It was Velvet, my brother’s girlfriend. I sighed. “Sorry. And yes, I’m having a bad afternoon.”
“What’s happened?” she asked, and I knew she genuinely wanted to know. Velvet had a heart of gold, and we’d grown close since she’d come into our family a couple of months ago.
“I just found out I failed my semester at school because I wouldn’t sleep with my teacher. And on top of that, a guy I’ve been sleeping with was the biggest asshole to me earlier. Ugh, men.”
“Your teacher can’t fucking do that!” she exclaimed, her anger at the situation matching mine.
“Well he has.”
She was quiet for a moment, but then came out with the big guns. “Nash will take care of him for you.”
I smiled. Nash was my brother, and was a biker with the Storm Motorcycle Club; he would definitely take care of my teacher for me. He had a violent streak in him and wasn’t afraid to access it. I didn’t know much about his club or his role in it but I sure as hell knew that he wasn’t a man to be messed with. And he always looked after those he loved. My teacher was fucked.
“Now to this guy you’ve been sleeping with. What did he do? And who is he? You never told me about him!”
I laughed at her; I told Velvet pretty much everything, but I hadn’t told her about Havoc. I wasn’t entirely sure why not. “It doesn’t matter what he did because he really only was a two night stand. I shouldn’t let him get to me.”
It was her turn to laugh now. “A two night stand? Only you could dream up something like that.”
“Shut up!” I was mentally poking my tongue at her.
She was still laughing. “Oh God, I do love you, Carla. No wonder you give Nash grey hairs.”
“Well he shouldn’t worry about me like he does.” Nash was twelve years older than me and had always been a father figure to me, along with my other brother, Jamison and my sister, Erika. Our father had left when our mother was pregnant with me and we’d never heard from him since.
“You know he’s never going to stop worrying, don’t you?”
I sighed. “I know.” I had to smile; she’d helped calm me down, and I decided not to go and confront my teacher. “Thank you, Velvet,” I said, softly.
“What for?”
“For being you, and for calling at the exact right moment. You’re always there for me when I need you.”
I could hear the smile in her voice. “Well it was a fluke this time, but I’m glad I could help.”
“What did you actually call for?”
“Shit, I’d nearly forgotten about that! I was ringing to see if you wanted a girl’s night out tomorrow night?”
I grinned. Nights out with Velvet were the best thing, and I wasn’t turning that down. “Hell yes, bitch!”
“Good. I’ll meet you at my house and we can get Nash to drop us off at the club.”
We said goodbye and hung up. My mood had lifted a little, and I decided to go dancing at the club again tonight. Dancing always made me feel better, and it might help me forget my shitty teacher for a few hours.
***
The bartender passed me a glass of water and I drank it all in one go. I’d been dancing for the last two hours and was sweaty and thirsty. I was also on a high, and felt like nothing could shake my good mood now. How wrong I was.
My phone buzzed in my bag, and I pulled it out and pressed it to my ear. “Hello?”
“Carla, where are you?”
Shit, it was Havoc. I didn’t want to see him, and tried to fob him off. “Why are you calling me, Havoc? Didn’t you say everything you had to say to me, this afternoon?”
His frustration was clear in his tone. “You’ve got no idea what this afternoon was about and I want to explain it to you. Tell me where you are so I can come and see you.”
“There’s no need. I don’t want to see you again.”
“Babe, you will be seeing me again; we’ve got shit to clear up.”
It was my turn to get frustrated now. “Look, we had a two night stand. It’s done, so let’s just move on. I really don’t need to know whatever the hell it is you think I need to know.”
“Fuckin’ hell, woman. Are you this argumentative with every man you meet, or am I the only one blessed with your arguing?”
“Fuck you,” I yelled into my phone, and hung up on him. Bloody men.
The bartender raised his brows at me, and I shook my head. “Don’t ask. Men!”
He grinned. “Gotcha.”
I moved back out onto the dance floor and attempted to lose myself in the music again. The time passed, and I couldn’t tell you how long I’d been dancing for when strong hands slid around my waist, and warm breath tickled my neck. Havoc’s voice filtered through the music into my ear. “Time to talk, babe.”
I spun around to face him, and his hands landed on my ass and pulled me to him. Our faces were close; eyes searching the other’s.
“Why did you come?” I asked as I placed my hands against his chest.
“I really don’t fuckin’ know,” he admitted.
The anger that we’d both been feeling over the phone was gone, and in its place was a sexual tension I was convinced we were both feeling. How this man managed to make me want him even when I knew I didn’t was beyond me. But the pull to him was undeniable, and my belly fluttered with desire.
“You shouldn’t have come,” I said, my eyes still firmly on his. “We had sex, and neither of us want anything more out of it, so I don’t need to know why you were a prick to me this afternoon.”
“You’re right. But the thing is that for once in my life, I feel the need to clear it up with you. I need you to not think of me as that prick.”
I listened closely to his words, and watched his eyes and his face. He was fighting this. It was like he was torn between not wanting to be anywhere near me, and wanting desperately to tell me his reasons. I couldn’t work him out. And that right there made me want to take the time to do just that. I wanted to know what made Havoc tick.
Pushing gently against his chest, I moved out of his embrace. “Okay, let’s talk,” I agreed, indicating for us to go outside where we could hear each other.
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
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’.”
Her hands came down onto my head and she ran her fingers through my hair as she lifted her ass off the bed slightly so she could push herself into my hand. “Morning. What havoc are you gonna cause today?”
I shifted so I could brush my lips over hers. “Funny,” I whispered, and then more loudly, “I thought I’d start my day off with my tongue in your pussy. Yeah?”
She pushed her pussy up again, and pulled my hair. “I’d say that’s the best way for a woman to wake up.”
I nodded, and began making my way down her body. My tongue had just entered her when a loud knock on the front door sounded. I ignored it and began swirling my tongue inside her, but the knocking continued and grew louder, more insistent.
I pushed up off the bed. “Motherfucker!” I yelled, and then said to Carla, “You stay there. I’m gonna get rid of whoever the fuck it is and be right back to eat you.”
She grinned at me from hooded eyes, and flicked her hands at me. “Go. Hurry the fuck back though.”
I stalked to the front door and ripped it open with a, “What the fuck do you want?”
My eyes hurt at the sight in front of me. My fucking ex fiancé. She raised her brows and let her gaze roam over my body. My naked body with my dick erect. “Do you always answer the door like that these days, Havoc?”
“Only when I’m interrupted in the middle of eating pussy. What the hell are you doing here?”
“I came to see if you were okay because I heard your Dad was in hospital.” She took a step for
ward in an effort to enter the house.
I placed my hand firmly on her shoulder and halted her. “Don’t take another step. And don’t give me that fuckin’ bullshit. You could care less about my Dad.”
She appeared upset at my words, but I knew her better than that. Kelly was good at acting; hell she’d acted her way through our fucking relationship. “God, you can be so mean. And distrustful. I do care about your Dad.”
“I’m distrustful because you made me that way. And the only thing you care about my father is that when he dies, I’ll inherit half of his fuckin’ money.”
The air was tense around us as we battled. I was under no illusion here; she was going in to battle hard. Kelly was a money hungry bitch, and she had her eye on my inheritance. No fucking way was I falling for her lies again.
We were interrupted by Carla who appeared next to me. I eyed her; she was dressed and looked like she was leaving. I frowned at her. “What are you doing, babe?”
She looked from me to Kelly, and back to me. “I’m going to leave you to it. Looks like you’ve got stuff to take care of here.”
“Fuck no. Kelly was just leaving,” I said. Carla leaving was the last thing I wanted; my dick needed her attention.
And then Kelly did what she did fucking best; she acted her way to fooling Carla into thinking there was shit going on where there actually wasn’t. She rubbed her hand up my arm, and purred, “Thanks for understanding. Havoc and I have a lot of things to discuss and work out so it means a lot to me that you’re leaving us to do that.”
Carla’s gaze latched onto Kelly’s hand on my arm, and she pushed past us to leave. “See you, Havoc.”
“Babe, how you gonna get home? You don’t have your car here.”
