Havoc (Storm MC #8)



Havoc



What the fuck was coming out of my mouth? Come with me?

Fuck.

But I couldn’t deny this pull to Carla any longer. I wanted her, simple as that. I didn’t know where the hell this would lead, if anywhere, but I fucking wanted her. That truth was inescapable.

She stood and smiled at me. “Okay, I’ll go with you. One condition though.”

Of course she had a fucking condition; she wouldn’t be her without that. “I don’t do conditions, Carla. Either you’re coming or you’re not.”

That fucking sexy grin of hers spread across her lips. That grin would be the death of my dick. “Oh, you’re gonna love this condition, Havoc.”

“Jesus, woman. Just fuckin’ spit it out.”

She moved into my personal space, curled her hand around the back of my neck, and pulled my face close so she could whisper in my ear. “Somewhere between Brisbane and Sydney, you’re going to fuck me on your bike. Otherwise, I’m not going.”

My hand shot straight out and roughly gripped her neck. “It’s a fuckin’ deal, baby.”

As I agreed to her condition, I prayed to a God I didn’t believe in that this decision and this woman wouldn’t ruin me in the same way the last woman I’d let in had.





9





Havoc





How long does a woman need to go to the bathroom?

I checked my watch again.

Fuck.

We were at some shitty little service station near Port Macquarie and Carla had left me nearly ten minutes earlier, so I pushed off from my bike and headed towards the bathrooms.

The darkness of the night and lack of lighting around caused me to tread carefully and I cursed under my breath when I realised the lone light that usually lit the area near the restrooms was broken.

My pace quickened when I heard a male’s voice. I couldn’t discern his words, but I sure as fuck wasn’t taking any chances.

“If you change your mind, doll, I’ve always got a free seat in my truck.” As I drew closer, the guy made his offer and I let out a long breath of relief.

Raking my fingers through my hair, I muttered, “Jesus.”

When did this woman become someone I cared about to this level?

The truck driver passed me a moment later just outside the restrooms and I scowled at him through the darkness, even though he wouldn’t be able to see.

“Havoc,” Carla murmured when I reached her. I heard the confusion in her voice and it matched the confusion I felt.

This is just sex.

“I was coming,” she added, wobbling on the cracks in the cement path that connected the restrooms to the car park.

My hand slid around her waist to steady her and I pulled her body close to mine. “Taking your time in a place like this is not a smart move.” My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could make out her features. Those lips of hers pursed together for a second and I imagined the irritation brewing in her mind. Carla was a feisty woman—it was one of the things that turned me on—but fuck, she had her moments that tested me, and this could well be one of them. I’d seen too many women put themselves in dangerous situations and have to deal with the consequences. I had zero patience for stupidity.

When she finally spoke, her words surprised me. “Sorry for worrying you. I was done, but as I was leaving, I ran smack bang into that guy and fell over. I twisted my ankle and he stopped to help me up. We got talking for a bit and I lost track of time.” The irritation I’d expected to hear in her voice didn’t surface, and as a result, my frustration subsided. Yet, the tension still punched through my body.

She’s gotten under your skin.

We watched each other for a few moments before I let her go and nodded. “You ready to go or do you want to grab something to eat and stretch your legs for a bit longer?” We’d been on the road for about seven hours and had only stopped to stretch once so I imagined she might want some more time before jumping back on the bike.

Her bottom lip curled in as she bit it, right before she reached for my T-shirt. Snaking her hand under it and around my waist, she said, “I’m not ready to go anywhere until you make good on your promise.”

She closed the tiny distance between us and before I could form a reply, she stood on her toes and kissed me. Her tongue found mine and I groaned as my hands took hold of her ass.

I can’t get enough of her.

“Havoc…” Her voice was breathy as her fingers frantically tried to undo my jeans.

Backing her up against the wall behind her, I helped free my cock, and exhaled my pleasure when she wrapped her hand around me. My eyes squeezed shut for a beat and my body relaxed against hers.

Yes.

Fuck yes.

Her hand moved faster and I gripped her ass harder. The desire to take her tits into my mouth fought with my need to just stand still and experience every ounce of bliss pulsing through me.