“I like the sound of that as well…” Havoc’s finger pressed against my mouth, and I opened my lips, sucking his thick finger against my tongue.
We sat there, our half-eaten food forgotten between us as I took his finger to the back of my throat.
“I like…..” His words were cut off as something or someone hammered hard on his front door. “Dammit.” He stood, roughly pushing his chair back.
“Expecting someone?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not. Stay here.”
And it was only then that I saw the bulge of the gun in the small of his back.
Well, shit.
***
The sound of raised voices drifted through the house as I busied myself, getting rid of the leftover food.
My stomach was still growling, but there was no way I could finish my meal now. Not with all the shouting and definitely not now I knew Havoc was armed.
I knew he had been dangerous, but to actually have a gun in his house? It was totally alien to me.
“Leave those.” His hands slid around my waist, turning me and forcefully bringing me to his chest. I knew it was all for show, but it still took me by surprise.
Over his shoulder, I saw the man he had been arguing with for the first time.
“Why don’t you go on upstairs, get yourself a bubble bath?” His lips quirked up in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll be up to relax you even more once I’m done down here.”
Whatever was going on between him and the stranger, it was obvious he didn’t want me in the room.
Which was fine by me. The level of testosterone in the room was off the chart.
“Go.” He slapped my ass hard. “Let the men speak.”
Part of me wanted to argue, to tell him how much like a Neanderthal he sounded, but to be honest, I wanted out of the room and out from under that dark stranger’s eyes. So I kept my mouth shut.
And I didn’t look up as I walked from the room.
Chapter Nine
Darcie
“Hey.” Havoc’s voice was barely a whisper when he closed the bedroom door softly a few hours later. He wouldn’t have woken me if I was asleep. But sleep had eluded me, leaving me lying on my back staring at the ceiling in the darkness.
There wasn’t even a book in the room for me to rifle through, and surfing the Internet on my phone was out. Which left me aimless, staring and counting the minutes in my head.
“You’re still awake?”
There was something scary about his whispered voice.
This was his house. Why was he whispering anyway?
Unless his unwanted guest was still here and he didn’t want to be overheard. The thought made me sit upright.
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep; I was worried about you.”
The bed dipped as he sat on the very edge with a loud sigh. “You were worried about me?” Even in the darkness, I could see the glint in his eyes. The weight of them was almost unbearable as he studied me.
“Of course I was; you didn’t seem too happy to see your friend.” I kept my voice low, just like his. It wasn’t my place to pry, but there was just something about that stranger that gave me the creeps.
