“Doesn’t look like nothing. Looks like someone upset you. Did someone try it on? Get a little too handsy?” He pulled me closer.
“No, nothing like that. I was just talking to Fang and….”
His half-smiling face twisted, anger making his features tight. “What the fuck did he say?” The hand on my hip tightened almost painfully.
“Nothing. Please, Havoc, it was nothing.” I could tell by his face that he was going to do something stupid. I hadn’t even known him a week and I could tell.
I flung my arms around his neck, pulling his head down to mine. I tried to find his lips with mine. The whole time he stood stiff and unresponsive in my arms.
“Havoc, it was nothing bad. He just explained what this means.”
Havoc’s eyes darted down to mine. “He had no right. It wasn’t his place.”
“No, it wasn’t; you should have told me when you asked me to wear it.” I smoothed my hand down his face. “Just don’t get mad.”
“I am mad.” He bit back.
“I know, but I am still here, aren’t I? Still wearing your jacket.”
“Cut, it’s called a cut.” His eyes softened. “Yeah you are. I don’t know what that means to you, but…”
Finally, I trapped his lips with mine. “It means I like you, Havoc,” I whispered against them. “For whatever it’s worth.”
“You do, huh?” One giant hand reached around to cup my ass, lifting me to my tiptoes.
“I would like you more if you finished what you started earlier.” I didn’t even hesitate in saying it. Lines were already blurred. I wasn’t even sure what was real and what was pretend anymore. So I might as well enjoy myself.
“Oh, you would?” Havoc chuckled. “Come on, I know the perfect place to lay you down and eat you out.”
He sounded so sure of himself I couldn’t help but laugh as I followed him. “And where’s that? Home?”
“God no, I can’t wait that long.” He glanced behind him as he lead me further into the clubhouse. “Fang’s office. He has a great big desk I want to fuck you on.”
Chapter Fourteen
Havoc
Ilead her by the hand, and she followed close behind, giggling like a schoolgirl. I kept throwing glances over my shoulder at her, not quite making sure she was still there because I knew she was. More the fact that I couldn’t believe my luck.
A man like me, and a woman like her? It was almost comical. We were so desperately different. But as she had said. She was still here. Still wearing my cut and most definitely craving my touch. Which was a good thing because I fucking craved her more than I craved food and drink.
I wasn’t even sure when it had happened, when I had started looking at her as more than a woman I wanted to bang or as a way to get one over my brother. All I knew was that I was starting to have real, honest to god feelings for this woman.
I didn’t know what would happen in the future, but I did know she was mine, right here and now. And I planned on enjoying my time with her. I was planning on enjoying every single second of HER.
I stopped dead, whirling around, so she walked straight into me, just like I planned. My arms went around her, pulling her in tight to my body and the noise she made as she felt me pressing against her stomach reminded me of a purring cat. I lowered my head to her face, brushing my lips over hers before trailing kisses down her jawline and neck. The purr like noise deepened as she threw her head back, giving me full access to the long line of her neck.
“Baby?” I pulled away just enough to speak, my lips still on her skin and my hands still firmly cupping her ass. “You keep making those noises at me, and I am going to lose control right here and now,” I warned.
Darcie giggled again.
I clutched her tighter, my lips sucking on her pulse point. I wasn’t joking about taking her right here and now if she carried on.
“You best get me somewhere more private.” Her hands tangled in my hair. And for a second, I forgot where I was. How was it possible that something so innocent as her running her fingers through my hair could have such a huge impact on me? “Or I might have to have you right here against this wall.” Her voice was all breathy with need.
I couldn’t help it; I laughed. A long, loud belly laugh. Darcie was so amazing. She had the face of an angel, a body I could get lost in forever and wit as well. She was like the perfect package. Open the dictionary at Havoc’s ideal woman, and it would be her face smiling back at me.
“Baby, I would happily fuck you against the wall.” I pushed her into it to drive home my point. Bending my knees so I could press my straining cock against her more firmly. “But that would just attract a crowd, and I am not. I repeat, NOT giving any of these assholes a show. Your body is for my eyes only.” Pausing, I leant my forehead against hers, our eyes clashing. “That understood?”
