Havoc (Storm MC #8) (20 page)

Her body arched into me and she moaned as I fucked her with my fingers. Dragging her mouth from mine, she said, “Fuck, you should come home in this mood ever day.”

I let her neck go and, using both hands, ripped her panties off. At her wild-eyed expression, I growled, “You wanted me to fuck you on my bike so that’s what you’re gonna get.”

The wild-eyed expression she held changed to one of excitement. “It’s about time, romeo,” she said as her hands moved to the bottom of her top. In one quick movement, she had it and her bra off. I yanked her skirt down and stilled for a moment so I could take in her beauty.

“Fuck,” I said, reaching for my belt while my gaze roamed her body.

My movements slowed and she smacked my hands away from my belt so she could take over. I’d never grow tired of her impatience for my dick.

When we finally stood in front of each other naked, she moved close and threaded her fingers through my hair. With her gaze firmly on mine, she asked, “Why now? Like, you seemed to have avoided this for so long… What changed your mind?”

I traced her lips.

God how I loved those lips.

They were capable of giving me so much.

Words of comfort.

Sass that made my day.

Hours of pure bliss.

“Every time I thought about fucking you on my bike it brought back memories of Kelly. She always wanted me to screw her on it. I didn’t want those memories because if I thought about that, I also thought about all the other shit that went down with her and my business. Between all that and my mother dying, it was the worst time in my life and I just wanted to shove it to the back of my mind and forget it.” I stopped tracing her lip so I could cup her cheek. Rubbing my thumb across her skin, I continued, “I realised today that being with you lets me live with that pain without being consumed by it. You calm me, Carla, in a way no one ever has. And as far as bad memories go, they hold no power over me anymore. If my woman wants me to fuck her on my bike, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

The smile she gave me was pure beauty. “You settle me too. I don’t know how but you’ve managed to bring peace into my world. Even with shit going on in my life, knowing I’ve got you by my side makes it all okay.” My heart hammered in my chest at her declaration. Knowing I gave her that was everything.

I let her go and turned my bike on. After settling myself on the seat, I reached for her waist and pulled her on. As she slid her pussy over my dick, I groaned and shut my eyes for a moment.

Fuck.

Always ready for me.

Her hands circled me and she said, “Fuck, this is gonna be as good as I’ve imagined it.”

I found her gaze again and held eye contact as we began moving.

It was just us.

Together.

In that moment.

Chasing.

Pushing.

Wanting.

I crushed my mouth to hers and we kissed while our bodies moved in a perfect rhythm. She opened herself to me and I consumed her.

Everything

I wanted it all.

Her.

She was all I ever needed.

“Havoc!” she cried, her nails digging into my back. “Oh, God… the bike… fuck… ” Her voice trailed off as she surrendered to the pleasure.

I thrust harder and faster, moving her closer.

When she came I watched every second of it.

The way her eyes closed and her lips parted.

How she panted through the orgasm before her teeth bit down on her lip.

And the way her body shuddered right before a smile took over her mouth.

I’d been delaying my release but when she smiled I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The orgasm rushed through me, filling every inch of my body with the kind of pleasure a man would give anything for.

She sighed and ran a finger across my lips. “This bike is magic,” she whispered.

“Baby,
you’re
fuckin’ magic.”

Smiling, she shook her head. “No it’s definitely the bike. You should move it into your bedroom.”

I chuckled and dropped my mouth to hers for a kiss.

When we ended the kiss, I said, “Marry me.”

Her eyes widened. “Like for real?”

“Well I sure as fuck don’t mean we should pretend.”

She smacked me as a grin formed on her lips. “I don’t know. You’re pretty demanding with the blow jobs. I might get tired of that as I get older.”

“Fuck the blow jobs. I don’t need them.”

“Well, shit. I thought you lived for your dick in my mouth at least twice a day.”

“I used to. Not anymore.”

“This seems very sudden. Give me one reason why I should marry you.”

I could give her more than ten, but the one that meant the most to me was what I’d give. I reached for my necklace..

My yin yang necklace.

“My mother gave me this right before she died. She knew I had darkness in me and explained that the yin yang was a reminder to find the balance between the dark and the light. She prayed I would meet a woman who would balance me.” I took a deep breath. “You’re that woman, Carla. You’re my light.”

She stared at me and I almost held my breath. I wasn’t sure she would say yes. And then, she smiled and said. “Yes, I’ll marry you, but only if you agree to up your game when it comes to giving me your cock.”

I grinned. This woman was completely fucking made for me. “What are you thinking?”

As she pressed a kiss to my lips, she murmured, “I’m thinking a little kitchen action while I’m cooking dinner might be nice every now and then, and also some washing machine time while I’m doing laundry would rock. You know, turn some boring-ass jobs into something I’d actually look forward to. I’d also like some sex in public.”

“Done. We’re getting married.” I would have agreed to anything.

“Carla Caldwell. It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

I fucking loved the sound of it and couldn’t make it happen fast enough.

I’d never seen her coming.

We hadn’t been in each other’s plans.

We collided and as much as we fought it, we were destined to be together.

Because sometimes life worked out differently than the plan in our head, and that wasn’t always a bad thing.

Sometimes it was the best fucking thing in the world.

3
months
later

“
M
um
, this party is amazing. You didn’t have to go all out like this. Havoc and I really just wanted to come home to see our families.”

She wiped her hands on her apron and gave me a look. Not just any look, but
the
look. The one she reserved for when she was exasperated with one of her children.

“Carla, a mother lives to see her daughter happy in life, and part of that is to see her marry the love of her life. You took off with Havoc three months ago with not a word, or even a suggestion that you would get married while you were away.
You eloped
. And I missed out on my opportunity to fuss over you, and help you choose a dress, and see your face light up when the man you love told you he would look after you forever.” She took a deep breath. “Today I get to fuss. Today I get to give you the party I would have given you if you’d married Havoc in Brisbane. Please just let me do that.”

Tears welled in my eyes. I didn’t often cry but my mother had a knack for causing emotion to take over at times.

I reached for her hand. “I’m sorry, Mum. I should have thought of you.”

She shook her head. “No, I’m not saying that. You should always live your life the way you want to. But you should definitely let me throw you a party whenever I want to.”

Wiping my tears, I laughed. “Okay, you’re on. Any time you want a party, you just tell me.”

Her face lit up and she wrapped me in a hug. “I can see he’s making you so happy. And that makes me happy.”

When she let me go, I nodded. “He really is.”

My gaze drifted to where Havoc stood laughing with his Storm brothers. Even Nash laughed with him.

Three months away had been good for us. It had given Havoc and me the chance to strengthen our relationship away from the interference of well-meaning family. It had also given us the freedom to figure out things as we went along. Havoc loved life on the road and being by his side, I was able to witness that. My work hadn’t suffered at all and I’d quickly developed a good routine to ensure I managed to finish all the projects Jack set me.

“How long will you be staying in town?” Mum asked. We’d only arrived in Brisbane two days prior. I’d given her plenty of notice, though, so she’d had the time to plan this party. Not that I’d known that was her plan, but I loved the chance to catch up with everyone.

“A couple of weeks. We want to spend time with you and with Havoc’s dad. Then we’re gonna head up the coast and possibly make our way to Darwin.”

Mum’s gaze drifted to where Havoc’s dad stood deep in conversation with Madison. “Al seems to be doing well these days. I’ve had him and Yvette over for dinner a few times.”

Al’s gaze met mine as we talked about him and he winked. “Carla, get your ass over here, little lady. I want to ask you something.”

“Like father, like son,” Mum said with a shake of her head. “He’s so damn bossy.”

Laughing, I agreed with her. “Yeah, he is. And dirty like his son too. Will you be okay if I leave you to go and chat with everyone?”

She shooed me away. “Go. I’ve got the food under control.”

I left her and made my way to Al and Madison. However, Nash cornered me before I reached my destination. His hand landed on my arm and he said, “You got a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

He pulled me aside. “You look good, babe. Happy.”

My mouth curled up in a smile. This was a lot for Nash to admit. Mainly because for him to say this meant he would have to acknowledge Havoc. “I am. Life is good.”

“You didn’t have to run away to get married, though. I wouldn’t have stood in your way.”

“I didn’t run away, Nash. Havoc asked me to marry him before we left, I just never told anyone. And when he asked me what we were waiting for a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t have a good answer for him, so we did it. I feel like I am exactly where I’m meant to be.”

“The fact he makes you this happy is enough for me. That’s all I ever wanted for you. Dad screwed you up in ways I’m sure I don’t even know and I spent my life trying to make up for that. Knowing that Havoc keeps that smile on your face makes
me
happy.”

I reached up and laid the palm of my hand against his cheek. “You’ve carried that burden for too long, Nash. I love you for it, but you have to let it go,” I said softly. “And as far as Dad’s concerned, I’ve decided to see him.”

Nash’s eyes widened. “Why?”

“I need to do this for me. To forgive. Not for him, but for me. Like Mum said, holding onto the bitterness and hurt and anger only causes
me
more pain. It’s time to let that pain go.” I’d started to work through all this old pain and I knew the next step was to see my father. I didn’t want anything to do with him, but I hoped talking with him would help me on my journey.

“I’ll go with you if you want,” he offered.

I smiled again. “Always looking out for me.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for being the best brother anyone could ask for.”

Al interrupted us at that moment. “Carla, you coming?”

“I’ve gotta go,” I said to Nash. “Havoc’s dad is bossier than him sometimes.”

Nash grinned. “So is his fuckin’ sister. I’ve been subjected to her at dinner a couple of times, and fuck me, I don’t think I’ve met a woman like her.” He jerked his chin in Al’s direction. “Go.”

I headed over to Al and Madison. “What’s up?” I asked.

His eyes glittered with mischief. “Madison here was just telling me that her husband spends his hours trying to get her pregnant. It got me to thinking. Are you and my son planning on blessing me with a grandchild anytime soon?”

Havoc’s deep voice boomed from behind me at the same time as his hand slid around my waist. “Dad, I told you when you asked me the same question that it was too soon for that. Don’t harass my wife about it.”

My belly somersaulted at the use of those two words.

My wife.

He didn’t use them often but when he did, I melted.

“Did I hear the words Madison and pregnant?” J asked, joining us. I watched as his gaze found Madison’s and they exchanged a smile.

She slapped his hands away as he reached for her. “God, Al, why did we have to get onto this topic? You’ve started something now. J will be all over me for the rest of the day.” Although she grumbled, you could hear the affection in her voice.

Nash wandered over. “Babe, J’s all over you every day. Today’s no different.”

Madison sighed as she finally allowed J to wrap his arms around her. “True.”

I looked up at Havoc and found him watching me with the look he reserved only for me.

Love.

“I love you,” I mouthed.

He bent to whisper in my ear. “How much?”

Heat shot straight to my core. I knew what those two words meant.

“Where?” I asked.

He smirked. “Angel, we just arrived at your mother’s, I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to fuck you in her house while everyone’s here for a party.”

I smacked him and dragged him away from the group. “You’re playing with me. You only use those two words when you want me to show you how much I love you. Those two words get me wet and you know it. And since when do you worry about how appropriate you are?”

He snaked his arm around my waist and ran his hand over my ass. “I
am
playing with you. Recall this morning when you refused to suck my cock?”

“That was because we were running late.”

He dipped his mouth to my ear again. “Baby, I don’t give a flying fuck if we’re running late for something, if I ask you to suck my dick, I want you to wrap those pretty lips around me and suck. My goal today is to get you so turned on and ready for me that the word no isn’t even in your vocabulary tonight. I want your pussy so fuckin’ wet that you’re dripping from my chin when I eat you later.”

Oh, God.

My dirty biker.

I loved him and his filthy mouth more than I ever thought possible.

As Harlow flashed past us with cake, and Madison and J laughed with Al, and Scott and Nash joked with Griff, and my mother happily buzzed around her kitchen making food with love, I smiled up at him.

Thank God my life plan had been fucked up because otherwise I may never have taken a chance on the man destined for me.