“He is definitely not a friend but...” There was a pause. “Just stay away from him, ok. Don’t be alone with him, ok?”
His words silenced my own. What the hell did he mean by that? Was the guy so dangerous that even Havoc didn’t want me to be alone with him? “Who is he?”
“He’s…” Havoc paused. “An acquaintance, a kind of brother. We need his help to sort out your problems and get you home.”
Home? I had totally forgotten about even going home. How was that even possible?
“I took this to the club, so I have to put him up.” Scooting backwards, he leant back on the pillows, his body not even an inch from mine. Heat rolled off of him. “I won’t lie, Darcie, this situation is just getting shittier and shittier.” He sounded tired. Not that I could blame him.
He hadn’t signed up for this when he came to my rescue, like a knight in shining leather.
“I’m sorry.” Damn, I hated being a burden especially to a virtual stranger.
“Hey.” His voice was slightly louder. “Don’t be sorry; I live for this shit.” He gave a small mirthless laugh. “Seriously, Darcie, come on and get some sleep.”
Firm hands pulled me towards him, one arm wrapping around my shoulders. There was a moment where I tensed. Was this another one of his seduction techniques? If it was, I wasn’t about to fall for it.
And then I relaxed, my face coming to rest on his shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest soothing and strangely familiar.
“Havoc?” My voice seemed loud in the darkness
“Mmhmm.” He sounded sleepy, but when I caught a glimpse of his face, there was no trace of sleep on his face. He was staring at me, his eyes bright.
“Why are you helping me?”
“To get in your panties?”
“Havoc.” The hand that I had been rubbing up and down his chest and stomach unconsciously stopped.
“Honestly? Honestly, I don’t know. Does it matter?”
Yeah, it mattered. To me anyway.
“I guess not, but thank you anyway.”
His sigh was loud in the darkness.
“Go to sleep, Darcie, just stop talking and go to sleep.”
***
It was strange, waking up with my legs tangled between a set of strong thighs, my arm flung across a warm chest.
At first, I had snuggled in, more than content, and then I had woken up properly and realised where I was.
In a bikers bed, canoodling with my ex-fiancé’s brother, and that’s when it started feeling strange. I mean, how could I be comfortable being so intimate with him?
It just wasn’t right.
It was doubly not right when he turned with a groan, his hands finding my hips and pulling me in closer.
What they said about men and mornings?
That was all true.
There could be no doubt at all about what was digging into my hip. The fact I liked it just made me even more uncomfortable.
A woman should not be getting horny in bed with her fiancé’s brother—even their ex-fiancé.
