“Get up!” I shouted. “Get the fuck up and fight me!”
“He’s done,” Link said, stepping into the room and kneeling to check on Buddha. “And he’s gonna have one hell of a headache.”
“Yeah, well I’m not done.”
Wasp joined Link. “Time to chill the fuck out, Havoc. Get out of here.”
I was about to argue that I hadn’t extracted the pound of flesh Buddha owed me, but Link stood beside Wasp, crossing his arms. Knowing neither of them would budge, I turned and stormed out.
Julia
“HOW LONG DOES this kind of thing usually last?” I asked Emily as I sipped the rum and diet soda she’d made me.
She shrugged. “Until their testosterone wears off or one of them needs stitches. Don’t worry about Havoc, though. He can handle his own.”
I definitely wasn’t worried about Havoc.
“You two still mad at me?” Bull asked, popping the top off a beer and settling on the stool beside me.
Emily seemed to consider the question before answering, “No. If you hadn’t said anything, Buddha probably would have kept it up and then Havoc would have had to do much worse. You may have just saved a life, Bull.”
“Hey, that’s what I do,” he said with a shrug. He tapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about him. The big guy’s gonna be just fine.
Worrying hadn’t even crossed my mind. After seeing Havoc in all his jealous fury, I was so damn horny I could hardly think straight, much less worry. I wanted his energy. I wanted all that delicious emotion fucking me, not being wasted on a fight with Buddha. Fully aware that his rage shouldn’t have this effect on me, I couldn’t help it. He was like a raging bull, and I wanted to be the red cloth dangling in front of him, offering myself up for him to ravage. I wanted his big, muscular arms holding me down while his giant cock slammed into me until I had to beg him to stop.
Those were the messed up, twisted feels his anger gave me.
When Havoc joined us, his eyes were still wild, and his posture was still tense. A thrill went up my spine as images of him scooping me into his arms and carrying me upstairs—smacking my ass the entire way—danced through my head. Instead, he sat beside me.
A couple of his knuckles were bleeding and he was breathing hard. I could almost taste the testosterone in the air, and it made me clench my thighs together.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Better,” he replied.
“Let me get you a beer,” Bull said, standing and heading behind the bar.
I figured Havoc could use much more than a drink, though. With Emily and Bull on the other side of the bar, I slipped my hand under the hem of his T-shirt and down past the waistband of his jeans until my fingers brushed the tip of his cock. He watched me, his expression unreadable as I reached deeper, desperate to feel him grow.
Bull slid a beer across the bar and Havoc thanked him, taking a long pull.
With my hand down his pants right there where anyone could come around the corner and see, I felt so naughty. So brazen. It made me even hornier and more desperate for him. Emily and Bull were talking about something, but all my attention was on Havoc. Leaning against him, I whispered, “You said you have a room here?”
He nodded, taking another drink. “I worry about your sense of self-preservation,” he whispered.
Smiling up at him, I squeezed the head of his cock, watching him grit his teeth against the moan that wanted to escape. I squeezed harder. “What sense of self-preservation?”
“Exactly.”
My fingers were getting sticky with precum. I pulled out my hand and turned away from the bar, so I could discreetly lick them. Havoc watched me, his eyes still dark and wild.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I whispered. “I want you down my throat. I want you—”
I didn’t even get to finish before he scooped his hands under my ass and hefted me over his shoulder. “We’re heading upstairs,” he announced.
I pressed my hands against his back enough to look up. Emily was giving us an amused smile. “Goodnight!” I said.
She and Bull both replied in kind as Havoc packed me up the stairs like a giant bag of flour. Once we were upstairs and away from everyone, he smacked me on the ass. Hard. I moaned, wordlessly begging for more.
