Three long strides and he’s standing before me. Without a word, he tangles his fingers in my hair at the nape of my neck, gripping just tight enough to send shivers down my spine.
He pulls me against him, using his hold to arch my back slightly. I glimpse something possessive and primal in his eyes before his mouth claims mine.
The kiss is nothing like the ones we shared in private. His lips move against mine with fierce possession, his stubble scratching my skin as he deepens the kiss. My knees go weak as his tongue slides against mine, and I clutch at the front of his cut to steady myself.
I’m vaguely aware of gasps and whistles around us, but they feel distant and unimportant. All that matters is Havoc’s hand in my hair, his arm around my waist, the heat of his body against mine.
It’s only when he slowly pulls back that I become aware of the raucous response around us. Wolf whistles pierce the air, accompanied by shouts and catcalls from the bikers.
“Get it, Prez!”
“About damn time!”
“Holy shit!”
My cheeks burn hotter than the grill flames as I realize what just happened. Every single person at this cookout just witnessed Havoc, their president, kiss me as if he owns me. Which, after what we just shared in my room, maybe he does.
I keep my eyes locked on Havoc’s chest, watching it rise and fall with his slightly quickened breathing. His hand slides from my hair to cup my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. Those blue eyes look almost triumphant, gleaming with satisfaction. He runs his thumb across my lower lip, still wet from his kiss, and leans down until his lips are ghosting against mine.
“My girl,” he whispers, the words a warm caress, meant only for me despite our very public audience. “No going back now.”
The finality in those simple words sends a shiver down my spine. A promise and a warning wrapped together. Whatever this is between us has been announced to his world. The club knows. Everyone knows.
I belong to Havoc now.
14
HAVOC
Itilt my head to the side, cracking my neck, then change directions. Ever since the first time we fucked, Sasha has been insatiable, and my dick and I can’t seem to be able to say no to her.
“You alright, Prez?” Ryder drawls, giving me a shit-eating grin. “Trouble sleeping?”
Next to him, Ace is drumming his fingers against the church table, dark shadows under his eyes that match mine, even though the boy is a decade and a half younger than me. Looks like I’m not the only one sleeping badly.
“I remember what it was like,” Tank says wistfully, running a hand through his beard. “When you get a young old lady. They got all this energy.”
He makes a thrusting motion with his hands that turns my stomach. The old man’s making me picture him tapping ass, and I don’t want to think about him or Ruth naked.
I sigh, rapping my knuckles against the tabletop. “Right, matters at fucking hand, gentlemen.” I nod my chin at Ace and Ryder. “What did the prospects learn at Lucky’s? Any clue on who took down Vike?”
I want to be able to tell my old lady that her father’s death was avenged. And I need to know that she’s safe and off their fucking radar.
Ace shakes his head. “Nothing solid yet, Prez. They’re trying to get in with the Forsaken. They don’t wanna be pushy. Shit takes time.”
“And we can trust them not to jump ships?” Reaper asks, his voice low and serious.
Riot and Trigger sit up straighter, Trig speaking up with a growl. “You think we’d sponsor men we can’t trust?”
Riot nods, shooting the younger man a glare. “I sponsored you, boy. Remember?”
Reaper puts his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Someone’s gotta ask. And I’m only ten years younger than you, stop actin’ like you’re my grandpa.”
Our sergeant-at-arms rolls his eyes in a way that doesn’t fit his rugged appearance. “You know you’re cleaning my dentures down the line, right?”
Viper makes a gagging sound, but Reaper grins. “Yeah, right after you suck my dick. A nice gummy blowjob.”
“Damn it, man,” Bone says, wrinkling his nose. “None of that fairy stuff at the table.”
