And our souls joined to bring each other solace.
She was my refuge as well as my bliss and in that moment, I embraced it all.
When I entered her, she clung to me and moaned my name. The sound of my name on her lips jolted me to my senses. “Fuck, we need a condom,” I muttered, pulling out of her.
“We’re both clean.” Her words were almost a plea, as if she couldn’t wait the minute or so it would take me to get a condom.
My need matched hers. “You want me to keep going?”
She nodded and I didn’t hesitate. I thrust back in and fucked her how I knew she loved it.
When we came, it was together.
Fingers digging into flesh.
Teeth on skin.
Bodies slamming together.
Resolutions broken.
18
Carla
Havoc’s arms circled me from behind as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. His body moulded to mine. A smile touched his lips, causing my tummy to flutter.
“That was the best damn dinner I’ve had in years,” he said, only heightening the warm fluttery feeling in my stomach.
“Did it take sex for you to figure that out?”
“Smart ass,” he muttered.
When I’d gone into the bathroom to give him a piece of my mind about not acknowledging dinner, I hadn’t expected the reaction from him that I’d received. The minute his eyes had met mine, I’d known he was struggling with something. When he’d told me not to speak, I’d realised he was close to breaking point with whatever it was. And something had broken in him. I was convinced of it, because the way he watched me since wasn’t at all the way he’d ever looked at me.
As much as I wanted to know what was troubling him, Havoc wasn’t a man to be pushed. I figured he might open up at some point; I just had to be patient. Instead of bringing it up, I asked, “What are your thoughts on Gloria Pritchett?”
“Who the fuck is Gloria Pritchett?”
I grinned. “Oh, you are gonna love her. Let me introduce you.”
Confusion flashed in his eyes and I tried not to giggle. I was sure Havoc wasn’t a Gloria type of man, but I needed my Modern Family fix so I wasn’t going to let a thing such as the truth get in the way. “Is she in Sydney?” he asked and I bit my lip to stop the laugh bubbling up.
“No, she’s a character on a TV show.” I dragged him out to the television and switched it on while indicating for him to sit on the bed.
He gave me an amused look—that I loved on him—but didn’t argue. I grabbed the television remote and scooted up the bed to sit next to him. When his arm slid across my shoulders a moment later and he pulled me close, I couldn’t contain the smile his gesture caused. We’d never done anything so domestic as this before and I decided I liked it.
The episode hadn’t started yet. While we sat through some ads, Havoc said, “Nash left a message on my phone today. Have you heard from him?”
“He’s left me a few messages, but I haven’t called him back.” I was avoiding him as best I could.
“I’m not going to call him back, but I will go see him when we get back to Brisbane.”
I shifted so I could look up at him. “Really? Maybe you should just drop me off and keep going.” The words hurt as they came out, but if Nash was hell-bent on keeping me away from Havoc, I didn’t want to cause problems for him or for the club.
He listened to what I said but didn’t reply straight away. “A man doesn’t walk away from his problems, Carla. I’ll hash it out with him. I don’t need this to cause shit between the club and me. Not dealing with it would only do that.”
Gloria’s voice blared from the television at that moment, distracting him from the conversation. She had to have one of the most distinct voices I’d ever heard and while it drove some people crazy, it didn’t bother me. A couple of moments later, he turned back to me. “Jesus,” he muttered.
I tried not to laugh. “Keep watching. I promise you this is one of the funniest shows on TV. You’ll get used to her voice.”
The way he raised his brows told me he wasn’t convinced, but he did as I said and gave the show his attention. He even laughed once during the episode.
When it finished, I crawled onto his lap and straddled him. “Thank you.”
His hands moved to cup my ass. “What for?”
“For letting me watch that. It’s one of my favourite shows.”
Frown lines scored his forehead. “Babe, you don’t need me to let you do anything. You wanna do something, you go right ahead.”
I smiled. “I’ve dated some dickheads and trust me when I tell you that most of them tried to dictate what I could and couldn’t do.”