Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Havoc

I set her down on her feet and watch as she takes in the cabin. It’s not going to win any awards, but it was just what my grandfather needed after my grandmother died. A place where he could live out the rest of his days in peace as he waited until he could join her once more. I find the same peace here that he did. Driller never gave a damn about our grandfather once he retreated from the world. Hell, I don’t even think he knows about this place, which works in my favor now. Especially as he would likely have just sold the place like he did my father’s bike.

“This might be the most adorable place I’ve ever seen,” she says.

The cabin has an open floor plan downstairs, featuring a country-style kitchen with aged oak countertops and modern appliances. The living area has an overstuffed sectional facing a huge TV mounted on the wall above the fireplace. Next to the sofa, there’s a small end table with a lamp on top, and a colorful rug covers the floor. A round oak dining table and four chairs make up the small dining area off to the side. And a wall of windows runs the length of the cabin, letting in lots of light and making the place feel warm and inviting.

Upstairs, above the kitchen, is the bedroom. There’s no wall—just a railing—so you can see the large bed from down here. Beside it, there’s a closet, and the bathroom’s in the far back corner on the other side.

“Go take a look around.”

“I don’t want to invade someone’s house like that, it’s?—”

“Mine. My grandfather left it to me when he died.”

She turns to look at me, her mouth open to ask something, but she snaps it shut again.

“What?”

“It’s none of my business.”

“There’s nothing you can ask me that’s off-limits, unless it’s club business.”

She bites her lip, looking unsure, before she braces herself. “I heard you were married and lived in another state?”

“That all you heard?”

“That and that you’d been away from the club for five years, I’m assuming you went nomad?”

I evade answering that question for now but have no problem telling her the rest.

“I had an old lady, but we never got married. I wanted to. I just thought we’d have more time, and I wanted to give her the wedding of her dreams. Turns out we had different dreams all along.”

“I’m sorry.”

I shrug. “I’m not. I’m just glad I found out who she really was before we got married and had kids. It was partly my fault anyway. I think I was in love with who she used to be, not who she became.”

She nods before looking back at the room.

“Ah, fuck. We left your laptop in your car. I’ll go back and grab it.”

“It’s okay. I’ll come with you. I should probably head back anyway—we’ve been gone for hours. I didn’t realize what time it was.”

“No, stay. The wind has really picked up out there and I don’t want to risk us both being out on the bike. I’ll pick up some food on the way back, we can talk and wait out the storm. Please?” I give her what I hope are my best puppy dog eyes.

It must work because she sighs and gives in. “Fine, but I really can’t stay out late, storm or not. I have a deadline I need to meet.”

“I’ll be quick. I need your car keys so I can grab your stuff.” She fishes her key from her pocket and hands it to me.

“Shit, can I borrow your phone too? I forgot mine, and the club might need me.”

“Um…sure.” She pulls her phone from her back pocket and hands it to me. “My PIN’s 07123.”

“Thanks. I won’t be long. Watch a movie or take a nap or something.” I leave before she realizes I’m taking her phone with me.

I slide it into my own pocket, hop on my bike, and head to the nearest grocery store to stock up on some essentials before picking up a couple of pizzas. Once I have everything in my saddle bags, I head back to the campsite.

The light rain turns into a downpour, soaking me through to the skin. I’m colder than a penguin’s nutsack by the time I reach Nevaeh’s car.

Unhooking the saddle bags, I toss them in the back seat with my cut, before walking around and adjusting the driver’s seat and climbing in, not wanting to drive with my knees up around my ears.

Taking both my cell and Nevaeh’s from my pockets, I use mine to call Dice.

“Pres?” he answers after the second ring. I hear the sounds of the club in the background before everything goes quiet, indicating he must have left the room.

“Need you to pick up my bike from the campsite and take it back to the clubhouse. There’s a spare key in my office in the top drawer of my desk.”

“I’m on bar tonight, I’ll get one of the club girls to cover me and head over.”

“Good. And for fuck sake be careful with it.”

I hang up before he can ask any questions, not that he should. Prospects know to keep their mouths shut or they’ll never patch in.

Tossing my cell on the passenger seat, I pick Nevaeh’s up from my lap and read through the texts between her and Amity to get a feel for how they talk to each other. Next, I check out her other threads for anything useful.

Lou’s the one I focus on. After a few minutes of scrolling, I realize she’s provided me with the perfect cover. I reread the last few messages.

They loved you! Got a call about you doing another signing in Rome in a few weeks. Given your popular it y, they’re willing to make space for you.

I can’t go anywhere right now. Amity was in an accident.

OMG, is she okay? Is there anything I can do?

Not right now. Thanks, Lou.

Don’t mention it. It’s my job, and you’re one of my easiest clients. Focus on your friend and maybe write a little to keep yourself distracted.

You know me too well, lol. I’ll keep you updated. Thanks again.

So, my girl’s some kind of writer, and judging from the messages, she was in London for almost two weeks for a book signing. And they wanted her in Rome. Hmm.

I don’t give myself a chance to overthink it—I start typing out a text.

Hey. I hate to drop this on you, but I’m about to bo a rd a flight to Rome for another signing. I’ll explain everything when I get back. Just know it’s a big deal. I wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t. You’ve got G, but if anything comes up, message me, and I’ll hop on the first flight home.

I love you , and I’ll miss you.

It’s weird as fuck texting as someone else, and I know I’ve just crossed so many lines, but I don’t give a fuck. Not when I’m so close to having everything I want.

Starting up the car, I flip the heater on along with the wipers, just as my cell rings.

I reach for it and look at the screen cursing. “G, what’s up?”

“Have you seen Nevaeh? She was gone when we woke up, and she just texted Amity. And now Amity’s worried.”

Fuck. I thought I’d pulled it off, but I guess not.

“Yeah, a couple hours ago, I drove her to the airport in that tin can of hers. She said something about a book signing in Rome. Said she didn’t want to go, but I told her to do it. I figured Amity would say the same. She felt guilty as fuck, though.”

G sighs. “I thought it might’ve been my fault.”

“Why, what’d you do?” I snap.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. I’ll let Amity know. I’ll catch you later.”

He hangs up just as Nevaeh’s phone chimes.

It’s all good. I can’t believe you’re going to Rome without me, though. Text me when you land. I’ve missed you like crazy.

I missed you too. I’m so sorry for running out on you like this.

Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, and my handsome man is more than happy to play doctor for me.

I grimace. That was something I didn’t need to know.

Speaking of playing doctor, you should find a hot Italian to play with while you’re there.

I narrow my eyes at the phone, not impressed at all.

I’ll be working, so probably not. I have to go now. The plane’s boarding.

Have fun. No, seriously, have hot, sweaty fun, and then tell me all about it later. I love you.

I need to have a word with that woman . She’s a bad influence on Nevaeh.

I put the car in reverse and head back to the cabin thinking all the while about what I’m up against. She’s going to fight me, of course she will, but I’m hoping I can fuck her into my way of thinking and stop her from running again. How hard can it be? I know it won’t be easy. But where there’s a will, there’s a way.

When I get back to the cabin, I climb out, shove my phone back in my pocket and turn Nevaeh’s off before tossing it in the trunk. I slip my cut on before grabbing the laptop bag and the groceries, leaving the suitcase for now and head on up to the cabin on foot.

The rain has mostly stopped now, but I still look like a drowned rat. I open the door and step inside, panicking for a moment when I don’t see her. But when I glance out the window, I spot her sitting on one of the couches on the covered deck, with a blanket around her shoulders. Letting out a relieved breath, I put the groceries away, leaving the pizzas on the counter, before I strip out of my cut and wet hoodie. I jog upstairs and grab a dry henley, slip it on and head outside to join her.

“Hey.”

She jumps at the sound of my voice.

“Sorry. I was in my own little world.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.”

I walk over and sit beside her. She tries to move away, but I don’t let her. Instead, I grab her and pull her onto my lap.

“Havoc.”

“Cupcake.”

“You’ve got to stop calling me that. I have enough nicknames,” she huffs as I bury my nose in her hair.

“You smell like cupcakes.” I groan. “Two seconds in your company, and all I want to do is rip your clothes off and taste you. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else calls you. Nobody matters but me.”

“Arrogant much?”

I nip at her skin with my teeth, making her shiver. “Not arrogant—confident. I know what I want, and I make sure I get it.”

“And what do you want?”

“You.”

She sighs. “Were you dropped on your head? Because that’s the only thing that makes sense.” She shifts in my lap to look at me, gasping when she feels my cock harden.

I grip her hips when she tries to move. “Stay right where you are.” I thrust against her and watch as her cheeks turn pink and her breathing picks up.

“Havoc, this is a terrible idea.”

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t—” I cut her off with a kiss, swallowing down her protests. When I pull back and see the glazed look in her eyes, I grin.

“Tell me, if I slipped my fingers inside you, I wouldn’t find you wet.”

“Nope, I’m dry as the desert. Nice try, though,” she replies, not realizing she’s grinding down on me.

“Is that right?”

Before she can say anything, I lift her and lay her back on the couch, yanking her jeans off. The wind has died down, but it’s still cool enough out to make her skin pebble with goosebumps. Grabbing her flimsy lace underwear, I tear them from her and shove the scrap in my back pocket. She tries to close her legs, but I use my body to pin her down. With her legs spread wide, I can see how wet she is for me.

“Havoc?” Her voice trembles, and I know exactly how to ease her fears.

I trail two fingers up her inner thigh before thrusting them inside her. She gasps, her back arching as I pull them free and lift them for her to see.

“Looks like your desert’s a little moist there, Cupcake,” I say, watching the flush spread across her cheeks.

“First of all, never say moist again. And second, I have a medical condition,” she snaps defensively.

“Oh really? And what’s this condition called?” I ask her with a smirk before I suck my fingers clean.

Her mouth drops open as she watches me.

“Careful, baby,” I murmur. “I’ve been imagining all the things I could do with that mouth of yours. The thought of you on your knees, your lips wrapped around my cock…” I thrust my fingers back inside her, pressing them against the front wall of her pussy while pushing down on her groin.

“Havoc,” she gasps, shaking her head, but I’m relentless, thrusting harder and faster. I see the panic in her eyes as she realizes her body’s no longer hers—but mine.

“I need to stop. I need the bathroom. I need?—”

“You need to let go, Cupcake. I’ve got you.”

“I can’t,” she sobs, still shaking her head, her body trembling.

“Yes, you can, baby girl. Fuck, you smell so good. It’s taking everything in me not to bury my cock deep inside you right now.”

She screams, my words pushing her over the edge as she squirts, soaking my hand and the cushion beneath her.

As she comes back down, her eyes go wide in shock and horror. “Did I just…”

“You squirted, Cupcake,” I growl as I bend down and wrap my hands around her thighs, lifting her so I can feast on her.

“Havoc!” she shouts as I drink her down. I’m so fucking turned on I’m two seconds away from coming in my pants.

“Such a sweet pussy. Watching you squirt was hot as fuck, but nowhere near as hot as finding the remains of your cherry on my cock.”

“Oh, God.” She covers her face with her hands, embarrassed, as I sit up and groan in pain. Okay, so I might’ve exaggerated just a little, but I get the reaction I’m after when she looks at me, worried.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, sitting up.

I point to my cock. “I’m so hard it hurts.”

“I didn’t realize erections were painful,” she says, her eyes wide.

I bite back a grin when I realize I can use her inexperience to my advantage. I groan again.

“Oh my God, Havoc, what can I do?”

“Nothing, Cupcake. It’ll pass. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless you want to take care of it for me.”

She rolls her eyes. “Havoc, this has already gone too far.”

I grimace in fake pain.

She bites her lip. “Fine if it’s that bad then feel free to get yourself off?”

“You don’t mind?”

She snorts, not realizing she just played right into my hand.

“No, I don’t mind.”

“Thank fuck. I’m not sure how much more I can handle. You mind laying back down for me, Cupcake? Looking at your slick pussy will have me coming quickly.”

She nods, then lays back and spreads her legs a little wider.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” I growl, freeing my cock. I grip it tight and begin fucking my fist. “Hold your pussy open for me, baby. Let me look at my prize.”

Hesitantly, she does as I ask, using her fingers to hold herself open. I take in the sight of her swollen clit and her tight little hole that’s begging to be filled and curse, unable to hold myself back. I get up on one knee and move closer to her pussy, my dick so close I can feel the heat of her pussy on my skin.

“I don’t think?—”

“Not going to fuck you, Cupcake,” I grunt. “Just need to come.”

I shoot my load all over her pussy, making her jump and gasp in surprise. The sight so fucking erotic that I pull my phone out of my pocket and take a picture of it.

“What the hell? I thought you forgot your phone!” She moves to sit up, but I hold her down.

“I found it in one of my saddle bags,” I lie. “Relax. Nobody’s seen your pussy but me, and nobody ever will. This is just for me. I’d never compromise you like that.”

She narrows her eyes at me as I put my phone on the floor and slide my hand between her legs to distract her. She gasps as I start rubbing her pussy, slipping my finger and my cum inside her.

“Havoc,” she says, sounding frustrated.

“Relax, baby. You can’t get pregnant if you’re not having sex. It’s too cold outside the body for sperm to survive.”

She cocks her head. “Really?”

“Sure,” I grin, pushing more of my cum inside her as I picture her stomach swollen with my kid.

I’ve crossed so many damn lines today. I clearly left sane and rational back at the clubhouse, because this man right here is completely unhinged. I can’t help it. This woman does something to me. I wanna treat her like a queen, but fuck her like a whore.

I barely know her, and with her being best friends with Amity, I should be treading carefully. But I can’t. The second this woman’s close, my control goes out the fucking window. It’s like I’m an addict needing my next hit. And my drug of choice is apparently cupcakes.

I bend down and press a kiss to her stomach before helping her to her feet. “Why don’t you jump in the shower and get cleaned up? There are some clothes in the closet up there, so find something comfortable to wear. I’ll warm up the pizza and get us something to drink.”

She looks up at me, but she doesn’t argue as I guide her inside and up the stairs. I show her where the bathroom is and head back downstairs.

I walk over to the kitchen and brace my hands on the counter. Leaning forward, I blow out a steadying breath, telling myself to calm the fuck down. If I don’t, I’m gonna end up in that tiny-ass shower up there with her. The urge to fuck her is so goddamn strong I’m not sure I could walk away if she said no. I want to pick her up and slide my cock inside her where it belongs.

I shake my head and look outside.

“I should’ve fucked her while I had the chance,” I mutter. Because once she realizes this is her home until I say otherwise, she won’t let me anywhere near her.

Which means I’ll have to get creative.