Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Nevaeh

“ S o let me get this straight,” Havoc yells at Hoops, making me wince. “You were so busy flirting with the fucking bartender that you didn’t even know Nevaeh had left until she came back for you?”

“She said she was going to the bathroom. It’s not like I could go in with her,” he validly, if stupidly, points out.

Havoc stands up and looms over Hoops, who visibly shrinks into himself. “But you could have waited outside the door for her. You could have clocked the fucking time. If she went to the diner, picked up food, sat and had a conversation with Conan, and then gave food to some homeless guy, she was gone for at least thirty fucking minutes.”

“Maybe he thought I was having a poo,” I blurt out, drawing everyone’s eye. I feel my cheeks burn, but I also feel awful that Hoops is getting into trouble because of me.

Conan laughs from beside me, but I ignore him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Havoc frowns.

“You know, a poo. They take time. You should know––you take thirty minutes every time you go,” I grumble, ignoring the laughter I can hear from behind me.

“You shit in public often?”

I grimace. “Ew no, never. Damm it,” I curse, realizing he just caught me out.

“He might have thought I got my period, right?” I glare at Hoops, willing him to play along, but he just looks like he doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or cry.

“But you didn’t get your period. You snuck out.”

“I know that, and you know that, but Hoops doesn’t, err didn’t. The point is, you should cut him some slack. If he had barged his way in and caught me inserting a vampire’s tea bag, you’d have lost your freaking mind.”

“A vampire’s what now?” Capone asks, choking on a laugh.

“What the fuck is happening? I’m so confused,” someone else says among the laughter.

Havoc stalks toward me, his face blank, but I don’t miss the look that flashes in his eyes.

“Oops,” I whisper, backing up a little.

I don’t get far, not with the table behind me.

“Are you trying to tell me how to do my job, Nevaeh?” Uh-oh… he used my name.

“No. I would never do that.” I say quickly, shaking my head. “I’m just saying it’s not Hoops’ fault.”

He leans down over me, his nose skimming mine. “So you’re saying Hoops didn’t do anything wrong, it’s all on you?”

“Yes. No––wait, what?”

“Hoops,” Havoc calls out without taking his eyes off me. “You’re on clean-up duty, which includes the bathrooms, until further notice. You can thank my old lady that you’re not being dragged into the ring as well since this is all her fault and all. You should say thank you.”

“Thank you, Nevaeh,” Hoops shouts.

“I didn’t say it was my?—”

I squeal when I’m picked up and tossed over his shoulder yet again. A round of whistles follows when they get a glimpse of my underwear before Havoc growls and threatens to rip everyone’s eyes out if they don’t stop looking at my ass.

“Put me down, you big oaf!” I smack his back as he carries me out of the room and upstairs.

He doesn’t say anything to me, which makes me even madder. I try to wiggle free as soon as we are inside his room, but he holds on tight until he sits on the bed and flips me over so I’m lying across his lap.

“Havoc, let me go!”

His hand slides over my panties before he yanks them down, holding me in place with one hand before, whack , he smacks my ass hard with the other.

“You put yourself in danger.”

Whack.

“You deliberately left your guard. And got him in trouble.”

Whack.

My ass feels like it’s on fire, heat radiating across my cheeks.

Whack.

“Do you know what it would do to me if something happened to you?”

Whack.

“I’m sorry, okay! I’m sorry!” I shout, feeling tears drip down my cheeks. I’m not sure why I’m crying. Sure, the spanking stings, but it doesn’t hurt, per se. I’m more embarrassed than anything, being treated like a naughty kid.”

“Sorry for what, cupcake?”

He smacks me again, making me cry out.

“For everything!” I sob, the words spilling out before I can think. “I’m sorry for leaving my guard, I’m sorry for putting myself in danger, and I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t think. It won’t happen again.”

He rubs his hand gently over my ass to soothe it, his thumb slipping between my legs to press against my clit.

“How do you feel?” He asks, like he hasn’t noticed I’m wetter than an otter’s pocket.

Though, I’ll be dammed if I admit it––he’ll just use it as an excuse to spank me willy-nilly.

“Sore. Can I get up now?” I ask him, my voice small.

He lifts me off his lap and lays me on the bed on my stomach. “Stay like that for a moment,” he orders before walking into the bathroom.

I resist the urge to yank my underwear up and hightail it out of here. It wouldn’t matter if I ran––he’d catch me before I even left the room. I’ve already been kidnapped and spanked. I’m not sure I want to know what he’d do next.

So I stay where I am and wait for him to come back, feeling exposed lying like this–– and I don’t just mean physically. I jolt when I feel his hands on my ass again, this time rubbing something cool into my overheated skin. I whimper but don’t protest.

Once he’s done, he eases my underwear down my legs and pulls them off. I turn my head to look at him as he shoves my underwear into his pocket.

“I’m going to need those back.”

He bends down and presses his lips to the top of my ass, making me shiver. “Maybe you’ll start behaving when you realize the next time I throw you over my shoulder, you won’t be flashing your panties.”

“Or, maybe you could just stop throwing me over your shoulder.”

“Now, why would I do that?”

I roll my eyes––as if he’d let anyone see me exposed like that.

His hand slides up my inner thigh, his fingertips grazing my pussy before they glide over my ass, and he grabs my hips.

“Up on your knees, Cupcake, but keep your chest on the bed.”

I do as he asks, feeling my arousal run down my thighs.

“Fucking hell,” he growls before I feel his tongue lapping away at me.

I moan, hands fisting the sheets as he holds me in place and tortures me in the best possible way.

Lick after lick, stroke after stroke, he works me over until I’m a quivering mess and my legs are threatening to give out.

“You taste like heaven,” he tells me as he shifts behind me, and I hear the sound of his zipper being lowered.

I feel him at my entrance, the tip of his hard cock nudging my clit. He thrusts forward, dragging his length through my wetness, coating himself in my arousal.

“Condom,” I manage to gasp as the head of his cock pushes inside me.

“I’ll pull out.”

“I don’t think that?—”

My words are cut off as he slams into me, stealing the air from my lungs. Before I can catch my breath, his grip tightens, and he starts fucking me hard and deep.

The world tilts and becomes a dizzying blur of pleasure and pain as he thrusts inside me as far as he can go over and over.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growls. Pushing me to the edge.

I pant, his words heightening everything. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. I hold on as tight as possible, taking everything he has to give me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. A mark of ownership, one I know he’ll admire later.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, needing to come more than anything.

“Yes, you are. Mine to care for, mine to fuck, mine to protect.”

He reaches around me and roughly rubs my clit, driving me wild. One stroke and I’m gasping his name. Two strokes and I’m seeing stars. By the time he thrusts into me hard and pinches my clit, I’m screaming my release, squeezing him hard as he roars my name.

He slams into me, holding himself still for a moment before pulling out and coming all over my ass and pussy.

“You’ve ruined me, cupcake,” he pants. “But fuck me, I’ve never been so happy to be completely wrecked by someone before.”

I feel his fingers at the entrance of my pussy before they slide inside me.

“Havoc,” I warn.

“I’m not pushing it in far. I just like knowing my cum’s inside you when you’re surrounded by other men.”

I let him do his thing, feeling myself getting turned on again as his fingers stroke me, working me up until I’m squirming on the bed, my body burning with need. He flips me over and climbs between my legs, lining himself up before thrusting into me again. I’m soaked, a mix of his cum and mine easing his way despite how swollen I am.

He stares into my eyes, his forearms braced on either side of my head, and I melt. The way he looks at me makes me feel seen in a way I never have before. Like I matter. Like without me, he can’t breathe. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

How can this man with so much power make me feel like he’d get down on his knees to worship me if I asked him to?

“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, Cupcake? I wanna feel your pussy strangle my cock, baby girl.”

I’m still feeling the aftershock from the last round, so it only takes moments for me to fall over the edge. But there’s nothing smooth or easy about it. My back arches as my body locks tight. My brain feels like it’s been picked up by a tornado and tossed around so much that I don’t know which way is up anymore.

His teeth sink into my nipple as my orgasm consumes me. The sharp bite prolongs the pleasure, intensifying it to the point of being painful. I feel him throb inside me, the pulse of heat as he comes, making no move to pull out.

“Havoc,” I chastise, no matter how much I love feeling him come inside me.

“You can’t get someone pregnant if you’ve already come,” he murmurs against my throat, knowing what I was going to say.

I bite my lip to hold back my laughter. How does he come up with this crap? At this point, I don’t know if he really thinks I’m that dumb or if he just likes toying with me. He kisses me softly before pulling out, and I flush when I notice how wet the bed is.

Before I can move, he takes his cell phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of me. “No way, Havoc. Delete that! You already have one photo; you don’t need anymore. I sure as hell don’t want pictures of me out there like that.”

“I told you, I’d never let anyone see you like this. These are just for me. I have to capture each moment in case one day I forget.”

“Forget what?”

He smiles at me, the kind of smile that says he knows something I don’t.

Before I can get mad, though, he scoops me up and carries me into the bathroom, where he “helps” me shower. And when I say “helps,” I mean he fucks me against the wall.

I gasp out “condom” as he bounces me up and down on his cock. But when he tells me you can’t get pregnant in the shower––the good old-fashioned gravity-as-protection method––I give up.

The man is bound and determined to get me pregnant.

By the time we’re finally cleaned up, dried, and dressed, I just want to climb into bed and sleep for a week. But I also need some girl time away from Havoc and his wonderpenis before chaffing becomes an issue.

“You good?”

I turn at the sound of Havoc’s voice and see him watching me. “Yeah, just thinking I need to spend some time with Amity.”

He looks like he swallowed something funky, but for once, he doesn’t complain. Instead, he offers me his hand. I take it, his much larger one swallowing up mine as we head back downstairs.

Havoc stops at the top of the stairs, and I look up at him. “I need to visit my old club. Things are a mess, but we’re not ready to make our move yet.”

“So you want to go and show them who you’ve become––make them choke on the fact they made you take the fall, spent five years forgetting you existed, and now you’re the one calling the shots, living the dream they never thought you’d have.”

Havoc pushes me against the wall, his eyes intense. “Come with me.”

“Is your ex gonna be there?”

“Probably.”

“You want to show her you upgraded, huh?” I joke.

“I don’t give a fuck what Lola thinks. I just want everyone to know what a lucky bastard I am.”

“Okay, I’ll come. Of course, I will.”

His hand slips under my skirt, finding the clean underwear I put on. Damn it, I hoped he wouldn’t check.

The smirk on his face grows, and I know I’m in trouble. After the punishment I just received, I can’t help but feel like he might just bring out the naughty streak in me more often.

“I told you, no panties.”

“Whoops.”

He grabs the sides of my panties and rips them from my body like they were tissue paper.

I stare at him open-mouthed. “You’re insane.”

He kisses me, and I let him, wondering if I’m insane, too. By the time he pulls back, I’m wet again.

I narrow my eyes at him. “You did that on purpose.”

“Did what?” He says innocently.

When we get downstairs, I spot Amity sitting at a table with Legs, G, and a couple of other guys who are doodling on her pink cast. She looks up, and the moment she sees me, she jumps up and comes running over, wrapping her arms around me.

Pulling back, she turns to look at Havoc, narrowing her eyes. “G was looking for you.”

“Should have checked my vagina; it’s where he usually ends up when you can’t find him.”

Amity snorts as Havoc throws his head back and laughs. I roll my eyes, link my arm through Amity’s good one, and drag her outside.

It’s quieter out there, probably because there is a chill in the air and rain is supposed to be heading our way. I don’t care; the cool breeze feels like heaven on my overheated skin.

“You look good in your cut,” I tell her.

“Why thank you. So do you, even if I’m having trouble wrapping my head around you being Havoc’s old lady.”

“I can imagine.” I sigh, sitting on one of the comfortable sofas.

“But not for the reasons you’re probably thinking. I just thought you’d let your father mess with your head, and you’d end up with someone just like him.”

I shudder. “I love my dad, and I always will, but I’ll never go back to how things were. Having a husband just like him would mean me playing a role I outgrew a long time ago, like an outfit I used to love that just doesn’t fit anymore.”

She grabs my hand. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to live your own life. I’ve always supported you stepping out of Citlalli’s shadow and following your dreams. I’m happy when you’re happy. And even though Havoc’s intense, he’s a good guy. I won’t lie and say your speedy courtship didn’t surprise me because it did, but in the best possible way. Just know he won’t take your father’s shit—and you shouldn’t expect him to. I know you like to keep the peace, but Havoc’s not that guy.”

I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Why do I feel like this will blow up in my face?”

“Maybe it will,” she says quietly. “But when the dust settles, I’ll still be here, holding your hand every step of the way. And if you let him, so will Havoc.”

She and Havoc have developed a bond, so I’m not surprised she’s rooting for both of us. My dad, though? He’ll hate Havoc on principle. He’ll demand that I end things with him, like it’s his right to still call the shots in my life. I’m almost twenty-six; I’m not a little kid anymore. He’ll tell me Havoc’s unworthy of me, but the truth is, I’m not worthy of him.

I’m weak where my father is concerned. I let him walk all over me because I don’t like confrontation, so I back down and give in to avoid it. If Havoc knew that side of me he’d spank me for sure. How can the president of a motorcycle club want me as his old lady and expect me to rule beside him if I can’t even stand up for myself?

I’ve been a spectator in my own life for so long that I lost sight of what really matters. Writing has been my only solace, my escape during the quiet moments when Amity was working away and I was alone

I look at Amity, and I can tell she knows exactly what I’m thinking. As much as she’d like to fight my battles for me, this time I have to stand up and fight my own. I have to be the queen Havoc sees me as.

I take a deep breath. “This is gonna suck.”

She grins, pride shining in her eyes. “Maybe, but you’ll get through it. You’re the strongest person I know.”

Maybe if I could see myself the way she does, I’d believe her.