Havoc (Storm MC #8)

S
he had
to be fucking kidding me. Rubbing her hand against my crotch, she begged, “Come on, baby, take me back to your place and show me how well you can use this.”

No way was I fucking this crazy bitch. I knew women like her. They were always on the lookout for a man to pay their bills. I would never be that man again.

Her hot breath on my ear turned me way the fuck off. Pushing her hand away from my body, I muttered, “I can use it really fuckin’ well, just not with you.”

She took a step away from me, eyes wide, stunned at my refusal. Her face clouded over in anger. “Well, aren’t you a prick,” she spat. “Leading me on like that and then telling me no. I’ve wasted my time on you, time I could have spent finding a man who knows a good thing when he sees it.”

Fuck, bitches like her pissed me off. Usually, I wouldn’t waste my breath, but I’d had a shit of a day, and she’d just pushed me that bit too far. “Let’s get something straight. I didn’t fuckin’ lead you on. I didn’t buy you a drink, didn’t do much talking and I sure as hell never gave you the impression I wanted to fuck you. I’ve met too many women like you, so I know what you’re after, and there’s no way you’re ever getting it from me. Been burnt once in my life, not going back for seconds. So move the fuck on and leave me the hell alone.”

She stiffened as her mouth fell open. She recovered quickly though, and narrowed her eyes at me. “Fucking asshole,” she snapped, before giving me one last glare and stalking off. I pitied the poor bastard she latched onto next.

Turning back to the bar, I motioned to the bartender to bring me another scotch, and contemplated why the hell I was back in Brisbane. It had been six months since I’d been home, and a year before that. It was never long enough between visits as far as I was concerned, but my sister had her own way of bringing me back every now and then. When she’d called to tell me our father wasn’t well, I hadn’t hesitated to return home. However, as much as I wanted to check on him, I didn’t intend to stick around for long; too many bad memories lived in Brisbane.

The bartender brought my scotch over and as I threw it back, a woman settled onto the stool next to me at the bar. I didn’t look at her, but I knew it was a woman by her smell.
Balenciaga
. The same fucking perfume my ex-fiancée had worn. I loved it, and yet I hated it, simply because it reminded me of her. Raising my chin at the bartender, I indicated my desire for more scotch. I’d knock myself out with alcohol before I’d dredge memories of that bitch up.

“So you’re with Storm, are you?”

I turned and scowled at her. The cut I wore had a tendency to attract women but tonight I just wanted a quiet drink. “I’m not interested. I just want to have a drink in peace. You think that’s possible?”

She didn’t flinch, just raised a brow at me, and returned my scowl. “Hate to break it to you, Romeo, but I’m not interested either. I was just asking a question.”

I’d fully intended on turning away from her and minding my own business, but her smoky voice stopped me. It was the kind of voice that commanded a man’s attention, and it got mine. My gaze lingered on her face for a good while. It was her green eyes that did it; there was something there that called to me. Sadness perhaps. Definitely pain of some sort. Whatever the hell it was, I wanted to know more about her and that was without even taking a look at the rest of her.

“Yeah, I’m with Storm,” I answered, my gaze steady on hers.

She nodded, and then broke eye contact to ask the bartender for a drink. I let my gaze drop to her chest and then lower. She wasn’t my usual type; her breasts were smaller than I liked them and she wasn’t as curvy as I preferred. And she was a brunette; I always went for blondes. But fuck, she had something that made my dick get hard and I needed to know what it was.

Turning back to me after she’d ordered her drink, she asked, “You know where the ladies' room is?”

I nodded in the direction. “Over that way.”

She moved off her stool and slid her bag along the bar towards me. “You watch that. I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for my response, she took off in the direction I’d indicated. I watched her go, finding something about her that was definitely my type. Her ass. It had to be one of the best I’d ever seen. Desire slammed into me. I wanted to hold that ass in my hands before the night was over.

“You want another drink, buddy?” the bartender asked.

I dragged my gaze from her ass and answered, “Just keep ‘em coming.” I retrieved some cash from my wallet and placed it on the bar. “Keep hers coming too, until that runs out.”

She surprised the hell out of me by only taking a couple of minutes. I raised my brow at her while she settled herself back on the stool. “That was quick.”

Reaching for her drink, she said, “I did what I needed to do. Besides, I needed this drink so there was no time to waste.” Her words had barely left her lips when she sculled her drink.

“I’ve never known a woman who didn't fuck about when they went to the ladies'.”

She placed her drink on the bar and slid it towards the bartender who nodded and began making her another. “Yeah, well today, I couldn't give a shit about my hair or makeup. And that’s saying something because if you knew me, you’d know I normally spend hours on my appearance. You know what, though? Today I realised what complete asses some people can be, and I just want to sit here and stew in my own misery.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “And drink. I want to fucking drink until I can’t remember his fucking name. And then tomorrow, I might go around to his place and trash it and fuck his car up. That’ll serve the asshole right.” Again, she paused before her face lit up and a wicked grin crossed it. “Fuck, and then I’ll send my brother over to finish the prick off. He won’t know what fucking hit him.” She raised her glass at me. “Cheers!” She lifted the glass to her lips and grinned at me before throwing it back.

I returned her smile. “Remind me to never piss you off.” The hostility she displayed towards whoever had screwed her over caused desire to coil in my gut. I wanted to help her fuck the asshole up. “What did he do?”

A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, and she ran a hand through her long hair. “What they all do. He cheated on me.” She leant forward and pinned me with a hard stare. “Do all men cheat? Is it like an impulse they can’t control or something, because I gotta tell you, just about every guy I’ve dated has cheated on me.”

“You’re dating the wrong men, darlin’. I’ve never cheated, and never contemplated it. Sure, I don’t miss a beautiful woman when she walks past, but my dick stays firmly where it belongs.”

She assessed me for a few moments before leaning back away from me. “I actually believe you because there’s no reason for you to lie to me. But you’re fucking hot, so I’m kinda struggling to believe women don’t throw themselves at you.”

“Just because a woman is up for it doesn’t mean a man has to go there.”

“Out of all the relationships I’ve had, I think only three of them didn’t cheat on me.”

“Like I said, you need to look for different men.”

She shook her head. “No, I’m swearing off men for awhile.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the dirty thoughts running through my head at her declaration. Fuck, she’d managed to pull me from my foul mood, something not many people could do. “You gonna try pussy for awhile, darlin’?”

Another drink had been placed in front of her and she was just taking a sip when I asked her that question. She almost spat it out. “Who’s to say I haven’t already tried it?” She shifted on her stool to face me, and levelled a sexy grin on me, waiting for my comeback.

This conversation was just warming up and my day was taking a turn for the better. I hadn’t flirted with a woman in a long time; it was almost like the art of it was dying. The women I met simply threw themselves at me. There was no challenge anymore and I fucking missed it, missed the chase. I let my gaze drop to her lap and then slowly lifted it back up to her eyes before saying, “Nothing like the taste of a woman on your tongue, is there?”

She didn’t miss a beat. “The only thing better is a man’s cum sliding down your throat while your lips are wrapped around his cock and you’re holding his balls in your hand.”

Jesus Fuck.
She was a dirty bitch and my dick ached for that mouth of hers. I leant towards her, our faces close. Tracing her lips with my finger, I murmured, “Anytime you want to wrap these lips around my cock, you just say the word.”

She stared at me for a couple of moments in a trancelike state before finally smiling lazily and reminding me, “I’ve sworn off cock, remember?”

I laughed, and drank some of my scotch. “I remember, darlin’, but I’m not suggesting a long term thing here. I only want your mouth for one night.”

She raised her glass in the air before taking a sip of it and saying, “The night is young, Romeo. I’m not easy though. You want me, you have to work for me.”

“The name’s Havoc,” I informed her as the thrill of the chase kicked in at her words. If she wanted me to work for it, I was gonna fucking work her hard once I got it.

Frowning, she muttered, “You bikers have weird names sometimes. Where did you get that one from?”

Dark images flooded my mind—shit she didn’t need to know and shit I didn’t want to think about. “Not going there with you,” I rumbled.

She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” As the words left her mouth, someone pressed play on the jukebox in the corner and she turned to the sound of the music. “What the hell is this?”

“That’s a classic. You don’t like the Eagles?”

Turning back to me, she answered, “I could do without them.” She jumped off her stool and muttered something about checking out what other music was on the jukebox as she stalked across the room towards it.

I watched her ass again and enjoyed the anticipation running through me. She would be mine tonight, and that pretty little mouth of hers would be sucking my dick while her hands worked their magic on my balls. No fucking way was she getting away with teasing me like that.

She spent some time at the jukebox and when the Eagles finished, she selected a song and then made her way back to me. I didn’t know the song, but I didn’t care. My attention was on her tits now. Even though they weren’t the handful I usually preferred, they were still tits, and a man would take what he could get. And fuck, I wasn’t complaining; between her ass, and her dirty mouth, I couldn't care less how big her tits were.

Once she settled back on her stool, I asked, “Do you always leave your bag with complete strangers?”

“No, but there’s something about you, Havoc. Something I think I can trust.”

“Jesus, woman, you give your trust too fuckin’ easily.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t trust you? Cause I gotta admit, I don’t fuck men that I don’t trust.”

She was playing with me now, and fuck if I didn’t like it. “Baby, you can trust me with your pussy. I know how to take care of that real well.” I watched her closely, noting the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing picked up. She was just as turned on as I was.

Her mouth parted slightly, and her tongue swept across her bottom lip before she bit it. When she spoke, her voice was low and huskier than before. My gut tightened with want, the need to get inside her strong. “I bet you’ve got mad skills with that dirty mouth of yours, but I’m not sure about your cock yet. Is it as talented as your mouth?”

I grabbed her hand and guided it to my crotch. Pressing it against the bulge there, I growled, “My dick will worship your pussy in ways you’ve never even imagined, darlin’.”

She ran her hand over me, and moved her face to mine so that our lips were close. “I said you’d have to work for it, but I think I’ve changed my mind. I’m ready to sample this cock of yours, Havoc.”

I resisted the urge to throw her over my shoulder and leave straight away. Instead, I kept my movements and voice controlled. “You sure about that? Once we leave here, I’m not letting you go, so be clear on what you want.”

As she continued to tease my dick, she reached for her bag with her free hand, and said, “I’ve never been more sure of a man. Sexy as sin, dirty mouth and a dick to die for—what else could a girl want?”

Feral desire coursed through me, and I was done. Done waiting and done checking to make sure this was what she wanted. I stood and reached for her hand, gripping her wrist tightly. I led her out of the bar without a word exchanged.

When we made it to my bike, I shoved a helmet at her and waited for her to climb on behind me. She wrapped her hands around my waist and held on tight as we sped off into the night. I was staying at a motel not far from the bar, thank fuck, and we quickly reached our destination. Pulling up outside my room, I cut the engine and got her inside fast.

I needed to have her under me. Everything about her consumed every one of my senses.

Her eyes communicated her want.

Her voice dripped sex, weaving a spell over my cock.

Her touch shot heat through my body.

I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had gotten to me like this.

Once inside, I kicked the door shut behind us, slid my hand around her waist and pulled her to me. “You’re mine to do what I want with tonight,” I growled in her ear.

One of her hands moved to my ass and the other tangled in my hair, pulling my face down to hers. “So long as you fuck me long and hard, I’ll do whatever you say,” she promised on a soft moan.

Fuck.
I dropped my mouth to hers, and claimed her with a savage kiss. There would be nothing gentle about tonight and I fucking hoped she was up for it because I was ready to fuck the ever-loving shit out of her.

She kissed me back—hard, demanding. Urgency drove us forward, forcing our kiss to spiral into a frenzied attack, with lips and tongues pushing for more. Our need was fierce, unrivalled. Our hands began searching and grabbing at clothes.
Christ, she has too many fucking clothes on.
Without restraint, I began tearing them off. She kicked her shoes off and I stripped her of everything but her panties. When I had her how I wanted, I stood back and admired her body. She was fucking tiny; there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her and not a lot of muscle either. My dick screamed at me to hurry the fuck up and bang her. I eyed those panties and moved my hand in their direction, ready to remove the last barrier between me and her pussy.