Havoc (32 page)

I let her. I let her slay my tongue again and
again until my cock nudges against her, ready for the next step.
Come on, Clint. Just grab a condom already. She swirls her tongue
around and around, luring me into a trap I never want to leave. It
feels like I'm suffocating.

Out of breath, I manage to say, “Angel, I
gotta get a–” is all that makes it out of me before she lifts her
hips up, her wetness closing in around my cock. And just like that,
I've fallen into the point of no return. My head hits the pillow
beside her face as I groan, “God.”

Senselessly, I push deeper inside, being as
slow and careful as I can. Goddammit it, it's hard. The way her
body, her slick core, just molds around me, it's like I'm the only
key to a perfect lock. And that lock is fantastic.

“I-I-I-'ve n-never . . .”

Her lips begin tasting my neck, latching on
in a sucking fashion that feels like her tongue is having sex with
my neck. I take my time, moving in and out of her, not wanting to
rush, not wanting to come from the intensity. I wasn't even aware
sex was supposed to feel like this. Instead of some mindless
forget-I-exist activity, I've never felt more alive. More
whole.

The constant sound of our tags clinking as I
dive inside her, dive deeper not only into her body but her heart
reminds me that it's OK to feel. That everything Haven has made
stir alive inside me for the last few weeks is worth it. That I'm
done courting death. It's time to seduce and propose to life.

My hand strokes the side of her leg. My eyes
linger in hers. This is the first time I've never used a condom.
I'm glad I can share this with her. Make it even more unique.
Though, I pray to God she never asks me to use one since she's on
the shot.

“I-I-I've n-n-never n-n-not–”

“I know,” she whispers seductively in my ear
before giving it the slightest nibble. I release a moan. Another
move like that, and I'll be falling to fucking pieces.

My pace is steady, and I slide my hands
between us, determined to have her come undone. To give her the
pleasure she deserves. As my finger helps bring her to the cliff of
her climax, her legs begin to shake, her body arches underneath me
again, and her beautiful brown eyes melt. She looks like a fucking
goddess. The sight makes me want to come. But not first. Haven
releases a loud, earth-shattering moan of my name, and I feel her
throb around me. She claws at the sheets, the comforter, me,
anything to hold on while she spirals, not knowing that in doing so
she shoves me over the edge, and I spiral with her.

Afterward, I roll off but leave my body
tangled with hers. I need her near. I need for her to know she'll
always be mine. That this was more than about sex. More than about
coming, even though the coming was amazing. This was about melting
into something more than just two people in love. This was some
sort of connection to a lifeline to heaven. In fact, I think we may
have just entered the gates.

.

Like an angel. She looks exactly like an
angel. I've said it before, but here she is in my bed, my white
sheet wrapped around her, barely covering the tops of her boobs,
which by the way, I am having a hard time not reaching out and
touching, with one leg dangling from underneath it, her hair
sprawled out, surrounding her face. She looks like a portrait of an
angel. My angel.

I stroke the side of her arm, hoping not to
wake her. I think Mom would be proud. Sir sure is. I'm thankful he
worked an overnight shift last night. The complete shift in human
qualities he has done since she's been around shows his approval.
Mom would love her. Tell me, “Clint, for the love of God, don't
fuck this up.” I stifle a laugh. I won't, Mom.

Sliding out of bed, I pull on my sweats, not
really in the mood for a morning run—after all, I only fell asleep
a couple of hours ago—but needing to stay in routine. I need to be
the best Marine I can be. Not just for me anymore. For Haven. I
need to return home to her. In the best shape. The best
condition.

After leaving her a quick note that, after
the run, I'll grab us breakfast, I get out the house keys and put
wallet in hand.

My morning runs have always been about focus
and dedication. Pushing myself to the limit. This morning feels
different. The air seems thicker. The sun seems brighter. The world
seems to be buzzing in a new way. I feel as if I can feel
everything. It's quite amazing and, at the same time, terrifying. I
beat my previous time and almost reach my goal. One minute over.
Not bad for a guy on a couple of hours of sleep.

I slip into my Charger and take off for a
place down the road for donuts and muffins. She's going to need her
strength because we're not getting out of bed again until dinner.
If then. The thought of having her in my bed underneath me for
hours causes my dick to rise. I know. I'll be back home as soon as
I can.

The quick trip to the bakery in which I buy a
dozen donuts, half chocolate and half glazed, a dozen kolaches,
half cheese and half not, and a dozen muffins, half chocolate chip
and half blueberry, is anything but. There’s a longer line than
expected, so I can only assume by now my angel is up and moving.
Waiting on me. God, I miss her.

Pulling onto my street, I immediately notice
something that wasn't there before, an older tan car parked beside
the curb close to my house. Paint chipped. One of the rims missing.
A broken taillight. A slight dent in the door. Doesn't look like
anything that belongs here. Can't imagine it does. The neighbors
don’t get many visitors from their lives before moving here.

The moment I step from my car, I encounter a
sight I’m not prepared for. I see an older man, partially balding,
shutting the passenger door. I've never seen him before, but from
his stature, I feel I know him. His hunched-over ways. His stained
but loose clothing. His demeanor.

“And you thought you could get away darlin' .
. . tsk tsk.” The words bounce around in the air, an immediate
angst rising in my throat as he begins his journey around to the
driver's side.

And then I see her, Haven's face slack
against the passenger window, struggling now to regain
consciousness. Briefly, my body is paralyzed in disbelief. I can’t
be seeing what I’m seeing. A long, slow breath escapes me as I
clutch the doughnut box tighter. My eyes glance at the old man,
who’s grumbling under his breath, fighting with the keys. Movement
brings my eyes back to the passenger window, and I see tears and
fear pouring out of Haven. Her hand is banging against the window,
begging, pleading it to break open for her freedom. Her mouth is
now stretched wide in agony, crying out for help. For her
release.

I feel the air in my lungs sucked out of my
chest. Here is the one person I swore I would protect her from. The
one person who tried to eradicate her very existence. The one
person who will haunt her until her last breath. Old Man Banks.
It's at that moment I realize why last night was so special. Why
this morning I felt so extra awake. Death wanted me to have one
last moment of peace, one moment of perfection, because it knew it
was coming. Coming to claim someone else I love.

Dropping the box, my hand shoves itself in my
pocket, fingers automatically closing around the KA-BAR I never
leave behind. Death seems to have turned this into a competition,
laughing at me as I'm desperate to save her. To tell her everything
is going to be OK. To whisper, “Alpha,” knowing that it's never
been less true.

No. Not this time. Death won't claim her. Not
while I'm breathing. This time, I am Death. This time I'll tell her
something we've both been longing to be true. Omega.

The End…Thank you for reading and reviewing
Havoc. Watch for Chaos, coming soon!

Thank you!!!! I just wanted to take a small
moment and thank those of you who matter so much to me.

Crazy Lady- May I only make you proud and one
day retire you.

Her Husband- I know you wanted me to go away
to college and graduate, but I hope that you see this path is
better for me.

The Law Student- You saw this book when it
was just a story in a different form. Without you, Havoc might not
have transpired. Thank you.

The Lumberjack- I'm sure listening to me
write books is funny and drives you up the wall equally. Thank you
for not telling me to shut up even when you wanted to.

Editors- Marine Master, The Guru, and Final
Editor, all three of you were needed for this project. From the
bottom of my heart, I am forever grateful.

Katniss- If you get a new couch, it has to
have a writing spot as good as your last one.

Mrs. H- Thanks for the lessons you've taught
me and standing by my side to kick me in the ass.

EC- Cheers too many more.

My Crew- Boss Lady, Warrior Swagmasta, Genie,
The Bel, and Bama Mamma, ya'll keep me crazy and you keep me sane.
I am beyond blessed to wake up with you in my lives every morning.
And as this journey continues I want you to know, I'm in it with
you. You have my heart and I'll go to battle for any one of you at
any moment of the day. My success is yours.

Bloggers, Betas, Street Teamers- I bow to you
in thanks for the time you've put into making me go from a girl
with just a crazy dream to actually living it. May you buckle up
for more wild rides with me.

Readers- Thank you!!! Without you...what's
the point right? I'd just be a crazy person with a keyboard. Thank
you for letting me bring you into my world and thank you for giving
it life. I hope you know how much I need each and every one of
you.