Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Havoc

I toss her over my shoulder before she can make a run for it and carry her upstairs, ignoring her protests and my brothers laughing. I head down the hall and kick open the door, throwing her on what used to be my bed and reach for the button of her jeans. “What are you doing? I’m not having sex in this bed.”

She tries to roll away, but I stop her, yanking the zipper of her pants down before I tug the tight denim over her hips and ass, along with her black panties.

“Havoc!” She spits my name like a curse, but I just grin. She hesitates, seeing the look of sin on my face.

“I’m going to eat you until you scream my name. Then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember it.”

She gasps as I thrust two fingers inside her without warning. She squirms to get free, but with her jeans around her ankles, she’s not going anywhere.

“I want you to come all over these sheets,” I growl, barely able to hold back.

“Oh God, Havoc, this is so wrong,” she moans, her body trembling as I work her over. She’s dripping wet now, soaking my fingers and I can’t wait another second to be inside her.

I rip my jeans open and pull my cock out. Positioning myself between her legs, I ease my cock inside her before slamming home, her back arching at the intrusion. Gripping both her hands in my hand, I pin them above her head as I thrust into her over and over.

I take her mouth in a brutal kiss, my teeth tugging her lip, my tongue fucking her mouth. My blood’s still boiling from what happened downstairs, but when I pull back and look down at her, everything fades away.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head, making me feel like a fucking god. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but she has this way of banishing the darkness. I’m never going to be a good man, but holding an angel makes me better. I’ll be damned if I do anything that will take me away from her, whether that means in cuffs or a coffin.

I don’t want her to find happiness after me. I want her tied so damn tightly to me that not even Death himself could tear us apart. Hell, I’d come back and possess a motherfucker just to keep her. Nevaeh is mine and always will be. There is nothing I won’t do to keep her.

“Coming here should have been a nightmare, but you make everything feel like a dream,” I tell her when I pull back and stare down into her eyes.

I gentle my thrusts so she can focus on what I’m saying.

“I love you. I’ve loved you before I even knew who you were. Your smell wrapped around me, and suddenly, I knew I was home. I know you’re mad at me for what happened downstairs, but I’ve lost so much, I can’t lose you, too. You’re it for me.”

I kiss her softly as a tear falls from her eye. I pick up speed and trailing across her jaw, down her neck. When I reach where her shoulder meets her neck, I bite down, needing to mark her like she’s marked me.

“Havoc, I’m going to come,” she gasps.

I let go of her hands and pull back onto my knees, gripping her hips tightly, so I can watch my cock sliding in and out of her. Using my thumb, I stroke her clit, and she cries out, her hips lifting desperately, chasing her pleasure.

“That’s it, cupcake, come for me.”

I pinch her clit, and her body tenses, my name falling from her lips in a breathless whisper as she comes hard.

Seeing her come undone for me is all I need to push me over the edge. I pulse inside her before pulling my cock out and coming all over her pussy, my cock still twitching as I stroke her clit.

When I stop coming, I slip my fingers back inside her spasming pussy, rubbing them against her front wall. I know I’ve found the right spot when she gasps and her eyes roll. I thrust my fingers faster, feeling her body start shaking as I focus on making her lose control.

With my free hand, I start stroking her clit again, never easing up the pressure. She tries to hold back and pull away, too sensitive, but I’m not letting her go until she comes again. I keep going, her head thrashing from side to side. Her legs tremble, and her voice turns hoarse from whispered pleas. I know it won’t take long now.

“Let go, Cupcake. I’m not gonna stop until you soak us both.”

That’s all she needs to hear. She lets go, squirting all over me and the bed, making me grin.

Call it spite, but the thought of Lola and Driller sleeping in the bed I made my woman drench makes something inside me stir with dark satisfaction.

“Oh god. We need to change these sheets. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. You were fucking incredible. And technically, this is my bed. If I want to make you squirt all over it, I will.”

She groans, covering her face with her hands. “You’re trying to kill me. I just know it.”

I chuckle as I get to my feet and strip before scooping her up and carrying her into the bathroom.

I sit her on the counter and pull her pants and underwear off the rest of the way.

“Most people take their clothes off before they have sex, but oh no, not us,” she mutters to herself as she lifts her arms for me to take off her shirt.

I pull it over her head and place a quick kiss on her lips. “It’s not my fault I can’t wait to get inside you,” I tell her as I remove her bra.

She rolls her eyes, but I don’t miss the grin she tries to hide as she dips her head.

I slide my finger under her chin and tilt her head back. “I meant what I said before. You’re it for me. You’re my reward for the fucking hell this club put me through. I get that it’s a lot, and I’m a little intense sometimes.”

She snorts. “You have to admit, this is fast. If you were talking to one of your men, you’d be telling them to slow down, that the woman was a gold digger, or that he was thinking with his penis.”

I shake my head. “You can say dick , baby. Or better yet, cock .” I press in closer so she can feel me getting hard again.

She flushes and bites her lip.

“You think G didn’t know right away that Amity was it for him?”

She opens her mouth, then closes it, knowing I’m right.

“We could have dated. I?—”

“Ran the first chance you got.”

Her mouth snaps shut at that.

I tuck her hair behind her ear and rest my forehead against hers. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you run from me again. I don’t want you in my bed—I want you in ours . I want to share a life with you, a home with you. I want to fill your cunt with my cum and your belly with our babies?—”

She covers my mouth with her hand.

“I really hate that word,” she growls, but the flush of her skin and the speed of her pulse makes a liar out of her.

I lick her hand, making her pull it away. Using her distraction, I slide my fingers through her pussy.

“Well, look at that,” I say, lifting my wet fingers. “My good girl’s a dirty liar.”

She starts to protest, but I cover her mouth with mine, lifting her off the counter and carrying her into the shower, where I fuck her again just to remind her who she belongs to.

She dips her head, ignoring my brothers’ grins as she sits curled up in the corner of the couch, eating her reheated Chinese food. When I finally finished fucking her, I let her shower and brought up our bags so she could put on clean clothes. I take in the short, pleated skirt in dark purple and her Rainbow Brite T-shirt and grin. The only thing biker about my woman is the dick she rides.

I focus back on Toot and Mac, who look tense.

“Alright, spill it. I know you wanted us to eat first, but we can all tell how pissed you both are.”

Mac sighs. “People are scared. And I’m not talkin’ about the kinda scared you’d expect when you have an MC in the area. We”—he nods to Toot—“grew up in a town where a one percent club ran things, and everyone lived in fear of them. That’s what this feels like.

“I bumped into a woman when I was coming out of the restroom, and she started bawlin’ her fucking eyes out. She was shaking so bad, I thought she was gonna pass out.”

“What the fuck? The locals were wary of us, sure, but that makes sense. But fear? That’s fucking new. You get anything out of anyone?”

“Talked to the fry cook from the diner on his smoke break. The guy was built like a brick shithouse and looked ready for a fight until he realized we weren’t from this chapter and had no clue what was going on. He was happy to spill his guts then. He said the restaurant’s a family business that’s been here for over fifty years. He started working there ten years ago, back in high school. His uncle runs the place now, but they’re thinking of selling and moving, even though they’re making a killing.”

“Why do I feel like I’m not gonna like this?”

“’Cause you’re not. I mentioned your name. Dude remembered you. The whole town was pissed with how things went down—seems they knew the truth.”

“I’m not surprised. What happened wasn’t my style. Easy to guess something else went down.”

“Maybe, but I got the feeling they were getting solid intel from somewhere,” Mac adds.

“You mean from the club? But why?”

“Maybe the club wasn’t as onboard with things as Khan made it seem. Either way, someone didn’t want the town turning on you. Whoever the source was, they’re well protected. I couldn’t get the name out of him. All he said was you weren’t the only one, then he clammed up tighter than a nun’s cunt.”

“Oh for the love of God, can you all please stop using that word?” Nevaeh complains, lightening the mood as she makes us all laugh.

“I’m sorry, Tinkerbell. Perhaps you’d prefer lady garden? Or petting pearl ,” Toot teases her.

She stands up and walks over to where we’re sitting at the table. “Don’t be mean, or I’ll tell Havoc I caught you sniffing my underwear earlier.”

It takes a second for my brain to process her words. When it does, all I see is red and all rational thought goes out the window. It isn’t until I feel Nevaeh’s hands on my face that I snap out of it and realize I have Toot pinned to the floor with my knee pressing against his chest and my hands wrapped around his throat.

“It’s okay, Havoc. You can let the mean boy go now.”

“Man, she got you good,” Crane laughs, clearly enjoying the show.

I release Toot before turning to Nevaeh and burying my face in her hair. “Nobody sniffs your panties but me,” I growl.

“Wait, what?” She pushes me away. “Ew, Havoc. Just when I think I’ve got you housebroken, you go and act like an animal again.” she huffs, placing her hands on her hips.

I grin because her attitude is taller than she is. Still on my knees, I grab Nevaeh and pull her closer, her hands flying to my shoulders to stop herself from falling. Once I have her where I want her, I reach under her skirt, ignoring her protests as I grab the lace of her panties and rip them from her body. She stares down at me in shock as I pull my hand free from her skirt, holding my prize. I bring the scrap of fabric to my nose and inhale deeply.

“You’re crazy,” she hisses quietly.

“There isn’t a guy in this room who doesn’t wish he were me right now.”

She whips her head around, taking in the hungry looks of the others before she flees back to her spot on the sofa.

“You’re a lucky bastard.” Kruger says with an envious sigh.

Sitting here in the house I once made a home with another woman, after being betrayed by everyone I cared about, I can’t help but agree.

“I know,” I say before turning to Mac. “Now tell me the rest.”