Yeah, there was no sugarcoating shit with Fang. He said it how it was and didn’t care if it hurt your feelings or not.
“Yes.”
“Can you act like his woman? Can you make it believable? Or are you going to fuck it all up when he kisses you in public?”
Fucker, like anyone had ever shied away from kissing me.
She glanced at me, and for a second, her eyes lingered on my lips. “I’ll do what’s needed.” She finally said.
“How about when he puts his hand between your legs? Are you going to be able to handle it, sweetheart?”
Her shoulders straightened. “Is that really going to be necessary?”
“Probably,” I admitted with a grin. “If we want to be believable.” Not sure that was going to be such a hardship, and I was positive I could get her to enjoy it.
I was betting I could have her eating out my hands soon enough.
“Fine.” She sounded resigned. “Like I said, I’ll do what’s necessary. I just want this over so I can go home and forget any of this ever happened.”
Maybe a man with feeling would have been hurt by a tone, but I wasn’t most men. And I most definitely didn’t have feelings. I would protect Darcie because she needed protecting, and I was a sucker for a pretty face and hips that I couldn’t keep my hands off, but I would make her say her thanks on her knees with her pretty English lips around my cock.
Chapter Five
Darcie
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
One look out of the darkly tinted windows of Havoc’s truck into the gated courtyard, and I suddenly wasn’t sure whether I would have been better off sticking with my coward of an ex-fiancé and whatever trouble he had gotten me into.
It wasn’t a party as such, but there were a lot of people milling about. Not just bikers either but women.
Women with not many clothes on. All who looked more than comfortable flaunting what their mothers had given them.
I didn’t belong in a place like this.
“Nervous?” Havoc killed the engine.
I didn’t know who had brought the truck to the bar for him or even how he was going to pick up his bike, but I was grateful for it. I wasn’t made for the back of a motorcycle.
“No.” I lied; of course I was nervous. Who wouldn’t be in my situation? I felt like I was about to walk into the lion’s den. Or maybe I was a willing sacrifice, walking to the alter all by myself.
His warm laugh filled the car. “Liar,” Rough fingers tilted my chin up. “What’s making you nervous? Them?” He gave a nod outside, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “Or being all alone with me in a dark car?”
“The outside bit.” I bit down on my lip, hard. The truth was, he was making me more nervous than the prospect of meeting the men and women outside. There was just something unsettling about being in the close confines of the truck with him. With his cinnamon-scented breath blowing in my face.
“So I don’t make you nervous?” He lowered his face just an inch, his lips hovering over mine. I couldn’t help it, I sucked in a startled breath.
It was hard to concentrate when he was this close. “I think you’re lying.” He was whispering it even though no one could possibly hear us. Sure there were people around, but none within earshot. “I think you’re nervous about what you’re feeling right now, sat in the dark with a man.”
“I’ve been in a car with a man before Havoc, I’ve even done things in a car with a man… When I was with your...”
His lips slipped over mine, silencing me. And for a second, I could do nothing but let his tongue map the closed line of my mouth. And then I sighed, my lips parting as I kissed him back. The moment my tongue touched his, he pulled away with a small laugh. Leaving me just sat there breathless.
“I knew you wanted me, Darcie.” His grin was white in the darkness as he popped another stick of gum into his mouth.
“You kissed me.”
“And you kissed me back.” He winked. “Again.”
