“What about you?” he asked. “You like the idea of getting fucked in public?”
I wanted to deny it, but the wanton little bitch inside of me was providing all sorts of scenarios that were making me wet. “That could be fun,” I replied. “I wouldn’t want anyone to join in, either. I wouldn’t want anyone to even know.”
“Stealthy public sex?” he asked, sliding his fingers up the inside of my thigh. “That has potential. I’ll see what I can do.” Before I could tell him that wasn’t necessary, his fingers paused at the hem of my shirt—a T-shirt I’d stolen from his drawer—and he leaned in and kissed me softly. “Like you in my clothes, babe.”
I smiled against his lips. “I can tell, being that you rip off anything else I try to put on.”
“I told you, my house has rules. No bras, no panties, no pants.”
“And yet, you just admitted that I’m the first woman you’ve ever brought here, so it seems you’re making this up as you go.”
He shrugged, and his fingers resumed their track up my thigh. Circling my clit, he kissed me through my gasp. “You don’t seem to mind. You’re soaked, babe. Again.”
I couldn’t help it. He’d turned me into some sort of insatiable sex fiend and I wanted him inside me all the time. “Are you complaining?” I fired back.
He wrapped my legs around him and grabbed my ass. “Fuck no. I say we hit the garage next.”
“You almost ready?” Havoc asked, interrupting my flashback.
Blowing out a breath, I stood and gave myself one last look. Havoc had picked me up a Harley Davidson T-shirt and requested that I wear it with jeans and boots for two reasons. So we could ride his bike, and because the rest of my clothes were far too sexy, and he didn’t want to have to kill one of his brothers. I’d gone light on the makeup and blown my hair out into big curls that would no doubt get wrecked during the ride.
“You look great,” he said, hooking his thumbs into my waistband and pulling me to him. “They’re gonna love you. Which is exactly what I’m worried about.”
My worries leaned more toward discovering their weaknesses and involuntarily using them to blackmail everyone into pretending like they liked me, since that was more my thing. Making friends authentically… not so much.
When we arrived at the old fire station that served as the club’s base of operations, Havoc started behaving strangely. He helped me off his bike, removed my helmet, and then tucked me securely under his arm. We walked into what he referred to as “the common area” like that, and as he introduced me to his brothers and their significant others, he kept me tight against him. A dark-haired, tall, wiry man walked in with his arms full of giant condiment containers and I tried to break free to help him, but Havoc held me back.
“What are you doing?” I asked, irritated. “I thought you brought me here to help, not to be your arm candy. Aren’t we supposed to be doing something?”
His expression drew tight as he scooted me out of the hustle and bustle and released me beside the wall. “Yes. Just be careful.”
“What do you mean, be careful?” I turned to face him. “These are your brothers, right? What are you worried about?”
His hand cupped my cheek and his gaze locked on mine. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, Jules, and there are some horny motherfuckers up in this place. I don’t want to have to bury any of my brothers, and the way some of them are lookin’ at you is already makin’ my blood boil.”
He was jealous, and it was hot. The passion and fervor in all Havoc’s emotions seemed to turn me on. He felt things so deeply and unlike me, he wasn’t afraid to let his emotions show.
But then he had to go and ruin by adding, “Bringing you here was a mistake.”
Irritated that he would rather keep me from people who were such a big part of his life than deal with his jealousy, I asked. “Then why did you make this a condition to our original deal?”
Studying me, he frowned. “Because you need it. Serving others will help you uncover the good inside you. Help you see that not everything you do is self-serving.” His thumb gently ran across my lower lip. “You’ve done some fucked up shit and now you think you’re some kind of monster, but you’ve never had the chance to be anything else. Doing shit for people who can’t do anything for you is… it helps me control the beast. I’m betting it’s what you need, too.”
He was such a good man. I could serve others for the rest of my life and not be worthy of him. Raising up on my tiptoes, I planted a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away. “Sounds like you need to put on your big boy panties and deal with your jealousy issues, so I can give my inner bitch a run for her money.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, okay. But my jealousy issues make you wet.”
“What?” I asked, heat racing to my cheeks.
“Don’t try to deny it, Jules.” Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of my jeans, he pulled me against him. “I can see it in your eyes. They darken. Your breath grows shallow. Babe, you have so many goddamn tells and they all make me want to bend you over one of these pool tables and fuck you.”
A shiver went up my spine and more heat pooled between my legs. I pushed him away. “Stop that. Let me get to work. I’m sure there’s something you should be doing.”
“Havoc, Link’s looking for you. He’s out at the grill with Wasp and Eagle.”
I turned toward the voice to find a familiar brunette watching us with an amused expression. Dressed in her own Harley Davidson T-shirt, jeans, and riding boots, Emily Stafford was also wearing a vest like Havoc’s.
Surprise flickered across her expression as she focused on me. “Julia, right? Julia Benson?”
