Devil May Care (The Grizzly MC Book 12)

by Jenika Snow

  She shook her head and picked up the shot glass. He watched as she tossed it back, and breathed out as soon as she swallowed. Her cheeks turned red, and he smirked.

  “That’ll put some hair on your chest—”

  “Or at least make my problems go away for a short time.”

  He didn’t respond, not sure what to say to her. Hell, he wasn’t good with his own fucking life, let alone trying to help someone else.

  The dark fall of her hair had his heart beating a little harder, and he didn’t like that feeling. She was Lucien’s daughter, and Kink’s granddaughter. She was clearly upset about something. He just wanted to lift her spirits.

  “Whose ass do I have to beat to make you feel better?” he found himself saying. Picking up the scotch bottle he poured them both another shot. Lucien might lay into him that he was giving his daughter liquor, but Havoc didn’t care at the moment. He knew all too well needing something to take the edge off, and so did Lucien.

  “Ava, come on,” Gabe said, his face hard, his jaw tight.

  Havoc looked at her as she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at her brother. Her scarf gaped open slightly, and that’s when he saw the bruising around her neck. He felt rage, pure and white hot move through him.

  He looked at Gabe, and although he didn’t know who had hurt her, he knew it wasn’t her family. Lucien and her brothers were overly protective of Ava, watched over her, and beat anyone’s ass that messed with her in the wrong way. He also could see by Ava’s body language she wasn’t afraid of her brothers, and if they had been the ones to hurt her he knew he’d be able to tell.

  She went to get up from the stool, but he reached out and grabbed her hand in a firm, yet gentle hold. She stood and looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide. Gabe was saying something to Maverick, and Havoc leaned in and said softly, “Who the fuck hurt you, Ava?”

  She was silent for a moment, and he felt her pulse beating wildly at her wrist. She slowly pulled her hand away, licked her lips, and Havoc could sense the tension in her.

  “It’s been taken care of,” she said softly so only he heard.

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “Gabe and Jakob handled it, so it’s over, okay?” She sounded a little worried, but also ashamed.

  “Your dad know about what’s been ‘taken care of’?” He didn’t stop the low growl that left him.

  She swallowed again, and he heard it, felt her tension grow.

  “No, and I don’t think he needs to. Like I said—” Her voice got harder, and he saw a flash of Lucien and the club president’s hard resolve flash across her face. “It’s been taken care of and won’t happen again.”

  Yeah, she sure as hell was Lucien’s kid if that stubbornness was anything to go by.

  “Come on, Ava,” Gabe said gentler this time, and walked up to them. “Hey, man.”

  Havoc tipped his chin to Gabe in greeting, and moved a step back from them. The bar still separated them, but he kept his focus on Ava, and so did she with him.

  He didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let this go.

  ****

  Ava closed her eyes and breathed out once she was in Gabe’s SUV. She hated having that confrontation with Havoc, and that’s what it had been. Despite the fact he’d only been a Patch in the club for a short time, her father and Havoc had known each other their whole lives. She might not have ever actually met him while growing up, but her father trusted him, he was in the club, and that meant she trusted him, as well.

  “Let me see,” Gabe said, his voice hard, tight. Maverick was in the backseat, and she looked over at him, seeing him looking just as pissed as Gabe.

  “It’s fine. I’m fine,” she said and faced forward again. They didn’t need to see the bruise from that asshole, although she knew if Jakob and Gabe hadn’t shown up when they had things would have gotten much worse.

  “Why didn’t you tell me right away? Why didn’t you tell Dad?” Maverick asked, still sounding enraged.

  “Because Jakob and I took care of it, and we just wanted to put that shit behind us,” Gabe seemed to say between clenched teeth.

  “And where is that fucker now?”

  She looked at Maverick again. “He’s gone. Let’s just end it. And please, Mav, don’t tell Dad.”

  Maverick looked out the window and shook his head. “Dad would go ape-shit over this, Ava. No one touches you and lives.”

  She closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the seat again. “Yeah, I know, but I’m not a little kid anymore. I got myself into this, and I just want to put it behind me.” She didn’t know what would have happened if Gabe and Jakob hadn’t come when they had.

  Yes, you do.

  But she was the one that went after the bad boys, the ones that screamed danger. That thought led her to thinking of Havoc. He was the epitome of the bad boy, but he wasn’t a punk. He was a Brother of Menace Patch. He was loyal to the club, to the ones under his protection.

  “I want to find that bastard,” Maverick said again, his voice low, dangerous.

  “Dude, just stop,” Gabe said.

  “What, you don’t want to find the motherfucker?”

  “Of course I do.” The sound of Gabe tightening his hold on the steering wheel filled the interior of the car. Gabe looked over his shoulder at Maverick. “Just stop, man. We’ll talk about this later.” But the way Gabe said it to their brother told Ava this wasn’t over. No, she knew they wouldn’t let it go, not when the guy that had hurt her was still out there.

  God, she had really gotten herself into shit this time.

  Epilogue

  One year later

  It was pretty incredible to think a year had already passed, and she was where she’d always felt she was supposed to be. Saya set the last box on the kitchen table and looked around at her new home. Since deciding to move in with Jakob a lot of things had changed between them. They were all for the good, and although it was slightly frightening because she was taking a new step in her life, she couldn’t wait to see where it all went.

  Jakob was in the living room with a few of the Original Grizzly members, his father included, and some of the younger Patches, had shown up to help her move. She smiled when she saw a couple Death Bringer Patches walk in carrying several boxes.

  Axe and Twisted had both been around her since she was a little girl. They were her father’s closest friends, men that she’d always looked up to as family.

  “Where you want this, Saya?” Axe asked.

  “In the second bedroom.” She pointed down the hallway. “And that can go in the kitchen,” she directed Twisted.

  After her lease was up Jakob had approached her about moving out. She’d been a little apprehensive about it, because it was a big step, but she loved Jakob more than anything, and she wanted to be with him. He was it for her.

  “Last one,” Bodhi said, and she smiled at him. He set the box on the coffee table, and after speaking to Jakob for a few seconds he left. Ten minutes later they were left alone, and all she could feel was this excitement and anticipation of what the future held.

  Jakob’s place was closer to the clubhouse than where her apartment had been, and was in a nice wooded, secluded area. She had the view of the mountains and trees surrounding her, and she didn’t have to worry about whether or not to go out at night alone.

  Jakob moved closer to her, and she couldn’t help but smile.

  “Hey.”

  He grinned, and the look on his expression was full of wicked promise.

  “You know,” he said and moved closer to her. “We haven’t been together in a while.”

  She could have snorted. “You mean a week?”

  “That’s an eternity, baby.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close to the hardness of his body, and she melted into him.

  They’d been moving her into his place the last week, taking their time, but of course that left little room for anyth
ing else. She’d also been working at the bookstore, and had started her second year of college. To say her life was packed was an understatement.

  His smirk grew. “How about we christen you into the new place?”

  She couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not a new place. It’s your place, Jakob.” He pulled back, and she looked up at him.

  “It’s our place.” The way he said it had her body heating instantly. She took a step back and felt this wickedness move through her.

  “So, what do you say you let me show you how happy I am with you here?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

  She glanced down at the crotch of his jeans and saw his impressive bulge. “It looks like you are already pretty happy. You were sporting that thing while carrying in boxes?” She teased him, but in the next instant he took a step closer and had her back pushed up against the wall. He caged her in with his arms on either side of her, his big body blocking everything else out.

  She sucked in a lungful of air.

  “I’ve had this hard-on since this morning, baby, since I first saw you. I can just hide it well enough that it isn’t poking anyone.”

  She started laughing.

  He leaned back enough to look down her body, his expression serious. “I mean damn, baby, you don’t even have to be in the same room with me and I want you like a fiend looking for his fix.”

  His words were rough and filthy, but before she could respond he claimed her mouth with his. They kissed for so long she had to break away and breathe in deeply, but Jakob wasn’t finished with her yet, clearly. He reached behind her head and wound his hand into her hair until she felt the tug of the strands in his hold. Then he pulled her head back and used his other hand to grip her jaw. Her head was immobile in Jakob’s hold, and his touch was all possession.

  He leaned in and kissed her again, slipped his tongue inside of her mouth, and claimed that part of her, too. She knew there would never be another man for her.

  “I want you so fucking badly, Saya.” He kissed her with a force that left her breathless.

  “You can have all of me.”

  “You ready for me, Saya?”

  “Yes, Jakob. I’m so wet, so ready for you.” She went to touch him, but his growl against her mouth had her stopping.

  He took a step back, but he didn’t make her wait to see what he was doing. He undid the button of her shorts, pulled on her zipper, and once that was free he pushed the denim down her legs. He then pushed her shirt up and pulled on the cups of her bra until her breasts spilled free.

  Jakob undid his belt, button, and zipper, and right before he pushed his jeans off he grabbed a condom from his wallet. He didn’t bother taking off his shirt, but Saya was okay with that, because having him still kind of clothed turned her on. It seemed more frantic, more erotic, even.

  His cock was thrust forward, the latex covering the huge shaft, and pointing right at her. Her pussy was so wet she knew that thick length would slide right in.

  “Turn around, Saya baby.” His voice was low when he gritted out the words.

  When she was turned around, he moved his knee between her thighs and kicked them open. He placed his hand on the center of her back and pushed her forward. The position had her breasts pressed to the chilled tile and had her ass in the air. She knew her pussy was right there in his face, and felt her labia part, showing him all of her center, all of her wet, pink sweetness.

  “You have no fucking idea what the sight of this cunt does to me.” He slid a finger down her slit.

  She pressed her cheek to the counter and closed her eyes. But she wanted him to fuck her, needed it even. She felt his warm breath on her bottom, and a shiver worked its way through her entire body.

  “And this ass.” He brought his hand down and smacked a cheek. He could do it harder, and that was how she wanted it, but Saya knew he was holding back. “I could eat out your ass all day long, and then fuck it until you came all over my cock.” He was panting against her flesh, and when he gripped each ass cheek and spread them wide, those hot bursts of air went along her anus.

  “I want you, Jakob.”

  “Say it again, baby.”

  She breathed in a lungful of air and said, “I want you so damn badly.” She moaned and lifted on her toes. Popping her ass out, she loved when he grunted in pleasure when she pressed her bottom against his face.

  “You are such a bad fucking girl, Saya.” He smacked her ass again, and she loved the sting of pain followed by the warmth of blood rushing to the surface. “Tell me how good it feels, how much you love me like this, love me controlling you.” His voice was gruff, and he murmured against the tight ring of muscle, sucking at it, and fucking it with his tongue.

  “It’s so good.”

  He growled against her now soaked ass, and when he pulled his mouth back it was to work a thick finger into her. But it was clear he wasn’t nearly done. Jakob brought his other hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit back and forth.

  “It’s so hard for me to tease you like this, to torment both of us, baby.” He licked and nipped at one of her cheeks, and the pain only heightened her pleasure.

  “Please, just fuck me already.” She opened her eyes when she felt him rise behind her. Looking over her shoulder showed his attention was on her ass. “Fuck me,” she said again.

  And then he was pushing into her nice and easy, but just as commanding, with just as much control as he always had. Muscles stretched, fullness slammed into her, and she absorbed it all. Once he was fully inside of her he gave her a moment to get used to his size.

  Smoothing his hand up and down her back was like gasoline to her inner fire.

  Jakob liked her surrendering it to him, liked being in control. Saya never knew how much she would enjoy submitting to a man until she did it with Jakob.

  He gripped the back of her neck and added a bit of pressure, making her know without words that his dominance was coming out full force.

  “You’re so damn tight.” He pulled out of her an inch and slid back in. “And so fucking wet.” He pulled out until only the tip was at her opening and then shoved back inside of her deep and hard. He groaned, and she gasped.

  The tile beneath her was damp from her sweating, and the wetness spilling from her pussy made a trail down her inner thigh. She was so aroused, so primed for Jakob.

  “I feel like I’m burning alive, Saya.” He started pounding into her, sliding his dick out and thrusting forward. Over and over he did this, and soon her orgasm climbed so high she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop it.

  “I’m going to come.” Gasping out the words, all it took to push her over the edge was the firm slap to her ass cheek, and the gruff, animalistic sound that left him. Moaning out long and hard, she wrapped her hands around the edge of the counter and held on as she felt herself grow wetter. He thrust into her faster, harder. And when he groaned deeply she knew he was coming, as well.

  When the pleasure receded and she could think clearly, Saya pushed herself up and looked over her shoulder. Jakob had his eyes closed, and this pained look covering his face. He leaned forward and rested his forehead in the center of her back.

  “I love you so much, Saya.” He said it so sweetly that it almost went against the rough biker image he always had.

  He pulled out of her and she turned around to face him, but before she could think he had her in his arms and was striding into their room. He set her on the bed and went down beside her.

  Jakob said he loved her all the time, but each time was like the first. Although they had only known each other for this last year, she knew he was the only man she’d ever love. She’d known that, to an extent, from the moment she met him. With each passing day her feelings for Jakob had grown.

  “I love you so much, too.”

  “You’re my world, Saya, the reason I woke up.” He pulled her in close.

  She knew what he meant, knew he’d had this darkness in him.

  Saya closed her eyes and pressed her body to hi
s as close as they could get. Resting her head right over his heart, she heard the even rhythm of it beating right beneath her ear. “You woke me up, too, Jakob.”

  He held her tight, and the sound of him inhaling right at the top of her head was so intimate and familiar that she smiled.

  “Come on, baby, let’s take a shower and get cleaned up.” He lifted her easily in his arms, and she didn’t stop him. She liked that he showed her how strong he was. He strode down the hallway and to the bathroom.

  Their lives were crazy, for sure, but she wouldn’t want to experience it without him. She knew that with every part of her.

  The End

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