I was about to pull away when I heard the stairs creak.
Was Havoc’s unwanted house guest coming up the stairs? He had absolutely no need to. There was a bathroom on the ground level.
Maybe he was coming to talk to Havoc? But if that was the case, why was he sneaking about? “Havoc.” My voice was urgent, but the big biker next to me did nothing but groan. His fingers digging into my flesh.
His moan was loud; whatever dream he was having was obviously making him happy.
“Hey, someone is coming.” I tweaked at his nipple hard, and still, he didn’t wake up.
If the unwanted house guest was out to spy, which every instinct told me he was, then I would give him something to spy on.
Pulling the oversized T-shirt over my head, I had maybe a second to second guess myself as my breasts tumbled free, and I was left in nothing but my panties. And then I swung myself over Havoc’s prone body, my cotton clad ass up in the air, and I put my lips straight over his nipple.
The door creaked open. And I heard a hushed curse at the noise.
“Do you fucking mind?” Havoc’s voice was clear, not sleepy at all. Which meant he had been awake for a while.
I couldn’t see the man in the corner, but I hoped he was getting a good view of my ass. An ass that Havoc’s hands were now all over.
Son of a bitch had been awake this whole time, and here I was half-naked rubbing myself all over him like a cat in heat.
“The fuck you doing? Having a good look at my woman’s ass, are you? Or do you actually want something?” He sat upright quickly, crushing his chest against my breasts.
At least all the man in the doorway could see was my back now. My boobs were covered, even if they were covered by Havoc’s substantial chest.
But the worst thing of all was the way my nipples hardened at the friction.
Damn him.
It was bad enough being horny in bed with him when I thought he had been asleep. Now he was awake and could actually see my discomfort; it was actually mortifying.
“Was just wondering when the little lady was making breakfast?” The voice was condescending.
Chauvinist pig.
“Well, I was about to have my breakfast before you barged in. Don’t they knock where you come from?”
“It’s ok.” I tried to sound timid. The dutiful girlfriend. “I can make breakfast, what do you guys fancy?”
“You have her well trained then?”
I bristled. Had he really just said that? Like I was a puppy and not a grown-ass woman?
“She knows how to make me happy,” Havoc said softly.
“Does she know how to make me happy as well?” The voice was lower now, almost husky, and I knew he meant it to sound seductive. Unfortunately, all it did was make me grimace.
If Havoc tried to share me, I would stab them both. I wouldn’t even hesitate.
Havoc made a sound in the back of his throat. “I’ll pretend you didn’t say that, FRIEND, because you are a guest in my house but disrespect her again…” he left the rest unsaid.
“Whatever you say .” The sarcasm was palpable. “I’ll be waiting downstairs for your woman to make breakfast.”
“He’s a bit of a twat.” I said when I heard the stairs groan. For a second, I thought I might have offended Havoc and then he threw his head back and laughed. “I have no idea what you just said, but it sounds bad, so I have to agree with you.”
“It is bad, very, very bad.” I giggled. “My mum would have smacked my ass if I had said it in her presence.”
I realised too late what I had said. Who in their right mind mentioned spanking when you were sitting in a guy’s lap in just your panties?
