No.
Yes.
No.
How dare he think he could stroll in here and fix everything by turning this to sex? I went to slap that cocky smirk right off his face, but he caught my hand. Looking into my eyes, he said, “You don’t wanna do that, babe.”
Yes, I did. I wanted to wail on him, and then kiss his wounds. It was sick and twisted, but I couldn’t help it. I brought my other hand up, but he caught that one, too. As he held me captive, the hungry look he gave me sent a heatwave directly to my lady bits.
“Talk to me, babe,” he said, his voice pleading.
“Your mom doesn’t need heart surgery?”
“No. And if she did, I’d handle it. I already told you, Jules, I’m a man. I don’t need a fuckin’ handout. I wouldn’t take your money. What the hell makes you think I’d take his?”
Gazes locked, chests heaving, we stayed trapped in that moment as my mind unraveled Wesley’s lies. Havoc hadn’t betrayed me. Had done nothing to hurt me. He was still the incredible hero that swooped in and rescued me from soloing my sister’s wedding. The realization sent more heat through my body. Obviously sensing the change in me, Havoc’s eyes darted down to my lips. I ran my tongue across them. He released my hands and our bodies and mouths mashed together, fueled by some savage, primal need to recapture what we’d started after the wedding. To recapture what Wesley had tried to destroy.
Hands groping, desperate to get closer to him, my legs wrapped around his waist. My tight skirt rode up around my hips, no doubt showing my business to anyone who happened to glance in the storefront windows, but I didn’t care. Havoc hadn’t sold me out to my evil ex. He was here, and I was no longer alone. The ache that had been eating away at my insides ebbed away, leaving only single-minded desire behind. Havoc pressed me against him as he deepened the kiss. He backed us both up, away from the view of passersby, and settled my back against a bookshelf. I broke away long enough to get my bearings. A loud rip caught my attention before my blouse fluttered down to land at my feet.
“You ripped my shirt!” I said, appalled even as my nipples strained against the fabric of my bra and more heat rushed to my core.
His hands squeezed my breasts, then reached around to free them. “You’ll forgive me.”
Yes, I would. As his thumbs flicked my taught nipples and his lips trailed down my neck, I wondered if there was anything I wouldn’t forgive Havoc for. Especially now that I knew he wasn’t a traitor.
“What do you want, Jules?” he asked before ducking to suck a nipple into his mouth.
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed.
“I will.” His attention shifted to my other nipple. “But first, I need to taste your sweet pussy again.”
Before I could argue, he lowered me to the floor and kneeled before me. There was another rip, and my panties joined my blouse as a sacrifice to his breathtaking passion. Havoc attacked my pussy like a starving man. There was nothing gentle about his barrage of licking and sucking as he grabbed my ass and pressed me against his mouth. I bounced off the bookshelf, loosening a handful of books. They wobbled on the edge, and the next time my back hit the shelf, they crashed to the floor. I should care about that, but he raked his teeth over my clit and I temporarily lost vision.
He spread me wider, exposing me. I rocked against his mouth as the indecency of it made me greedier for him. Harder and faster his tongue darted inside me, moving his hands to my hips to pull and push my body in sync with his attacks. More books fell, the sound of them tumbling to the ground registering somewhere in the back of my mind. I grabbed his head and pulled him into me as I shattered around his tongue.
He gave me only seconds to recover before I heard the rip of a condom package and his jeans hit the floor. Then my feet left the ground as he wrapped my legs around him again. He hefted my ass up, and then impaled me on his hard cock, stretching me to fit his impressive girth.
“Shit,” he hissed. “You are so fucking tight.”
Pumping me up and down his cock, he carried me to the overstuffed chair at the end of the aisle. He pulled out long enough to bend me over the back of the chair, so he could enter me from behind.
“Damn, I have missed this pussy,” he said, groping my breasts. “And these tits. Fuck, Jules, you don’t even know what you do to me. I want to do all kinds of nasty, fucked up shit to you.”
“Prove it.” I pushed against him. “Stop holding back.”
He stilled, gripping my hips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
I giggled and looked at him over my shoulder. “You sure about that? Because I know the bitch inside me, and she wants to play with the beast in you. Let him free.” I slammed my ass against the front of Havoc, taking him in deeper. “Free us both.”
His nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened. He hiked my legs up over his hips and thrust into me, getting so damn deep he ripped a cry from my chest.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Dammit. Yes. Harder. More. Fuck me!”
Grabbing my thighs for leverage, he proceeded to do exactly that. Each thrust was harder and deeper than the last, forcing me to brace against the chair. I welcomed the pounding, reveling in every plunge and grunt, feeling like he truly was setting me free. He kept it up until we heard a loud crack. One of the chair’s wooden legs gave out, wobbling forward with Havoc’s next thrust.
“Shit!” he exclaimed.
