Wreaking Havoc (Dead Presidents MC Book 2) Page 14

  “Fuckin’ hit me, you pussy!” I shouted.

  He struck with a left hook. It barely grazed my chest as I stepped back.

  “That all you got?” I asked.

  His face was red. Good. I wanted him angry.

  “What’s wrong?” I took a jab at his face, but he blocked me. “Can’t find your own woman?” Another jab. He easily swatted it away. “Don’t you have any balls, Buddha?”

  He barreled into me, swinging wildly. He nailed me in the ribs, and I returned the favor. He took a swing at my face and I leaned back out of his reach. I checked his shoulder, and the motherfucker tried to swipe my legs out from under me. Steadying myself, I landed another right hook to his jaw and he wobbled back and forth, and then crumbled. The asswipe was out like a light, and it pissed me off because I wasn’t finished with him.

  “Get up!” I shouted. “Get the fuck up and fight me!”

  “He’s done,” Link said, stepping into the room and kneeling to check on Buddha. “And he’s gonna have one hell of a headache.”

  “Yeah, well I’m not done.”

  Wasp joined Link. “Time to chill the fuck out, Havoc. Get out of here.”

  I was about to argue that I hadn’t extracted the pound of flesh Buddha owed me, but Link stood beside Wasp, crossing his arms. Knowing neither of them would budge, I turned and stormed out.

  Julia

  “HOW LONG DOES this kind of thing usually last?” I asked Emily as I sipped the rum and diet soda she’d made me.

  She shrugged. “Until their testosterone wears off or one of them needs stitches. Don’t worry about Havoc, though. He can handle his own.”

  I definitely wasn’t worried about Havoc.

  “You two still mad at me?” Bull asked, popping the top off a beer and settling on the stool beside me.

  Emily seemed to consider the question before answering, “No. If you hadn’t said anything, Buddha probably would have kept it up and then Havoc would have had to do much worse. You may have just saved a life, Bull.”

  “Hey, that’s what I do,” he said with a shrug. He tapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about him. The big guy’s gonna be just fine.

  Worrying hadn’t even crossed my mind. After seeing Havoc in all his jealous fury, I was so damn horny I could hardly think straight, much less worry. I wanted his energy. I wanted all that delicious emotion fucking me, not being wasted on a fight with Buddha. Fully aware that his rage shouldn’t have this effect on me, I couldn’t help it. He was like a raging bull, and I wanted to be the red cloth dangling in front of him, offering myself up for him to ravage. I wanted his big, muscular arms holding me down while his giant cock slammed into me until I had to beg him to stop.

  Those were the messed up, twisted feels his anger gave me.

  When Havoc joined us, his eyes were still wild, and his posture was still tense. A thrill went up my spine as images of him scooping me into his arms and carrying me upstairs—smacking my ass the entire way—danced through my head. Instead, he sat beside me.

  A couple of his knuckles were bleeding and he was breathing hard. I could almost taste the testosterone in the air, and it made me clench my thighs together.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Better,” he replied.

  “Let me get you a beer,” Bull said, standing and heading behind the bar.

  I figured Havoc could use much more than a drink, though. With Emily and Bull on the other side of the bar, I slipped my hand under the hem of his T-shirt and down past the waistband of his jeans until my fingers brushed the tip of his cock. He watched me, his expression unreadable as I reached deeper, desperate to feel him grow.

  Bull slid a beer across the bar and Havoc thanked him, taking a long pull.

  With my hand down his pants right there where anyone could come around the corner and see, I felt so naughty. So brazen. It made me even hornier and more desperate for him. Emily and Bull were talking about something, but all my attention was on Havoc. Leaning against him, I whispered, “You said you have a room here?”

  He nodded, taking another drink. “I worry about your sense of self-preservation,” he whispered.

  Smiling up at him, I squeezed the head of his cock, watching him grit his teeth against the moan that wanted to escape. I squeezed harder. “What sense of self-preservation?”

  “Exactly.”

  My fingers were getting sticky with precum. I pulled out my hand and turned away from the bar, so I could discreetly lick them. Havoc watched me, his eyes still dark and wild.

  “I want your cock in my mouth,” I whispered. “I want you down my throat. I want you—”

  I didn’t even get to finish before he scooped his hands under my ass and hefted me over his shoulder. “We’re heading upstairs,” he announced.

  I pressed my hands against his back enough to look up. Emily was giving us an amused smile. “Goodnight!” I said.

  She and Bull both replied in kind as Havoc packed me up the stairs like a giant bag of flour. Once we were upstairs and away from everyone, he smacked me on the ass. Hard. I moaned, wordlessly begging for more.

  He unlocked a door and we stepped into a small, sparse room consisting of a king-sized bed, a small dresser, a thirty-two-inch television mounted to the wall, and another door. There were no pictures, everything was clean, and even the blankets on the bed were neutral colors.

  “This is where you bring girls to screw?” I asked. I don’t know why the question stumbled past my lips, but I was in shock. Havoc’s house had tons of personality, and this place was just so blah.

  “Brought girls,” he corrected. “Before our arrangement. Now I just screw you.”

  He didn’t take women to his house. All they ever saw of him was this shell that didn’t represent him at all. Only I’d seen the real Havoc. Only I knew about the family photos lining his hallway, had heard the stories about his sisters, had perused his video collection, and knew which radio station he listened to in the morning. Only me. Something about that both thrilled and terrified me. Before I could evaluate either emotion to decide which was predominant, Havoc unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free.

  “Speaking of which, I believe you were saying something about where I should put my dick…?” he asked, watching me in that all-knowing way he had about him. I had no doubt he’d picked up on both my emotions and was offering the distraction to help pull me out of my own mind.

  It was crazy, the way he always seemed to know what I needed. I fell to my knees in front of him and licked him from balls to tip. He shuddered, so I did it again, smiling up at him.

  “Think it’s wise to tease me?” he asked.

  “I think it’s fun.”

  His hands framed my face and lifted my chin. “This is more than fun, Jules.”

  He was so damn intense that my entire body heated, and my heart ached. I wasn’t ready to go there. Wasn’t ready to be more than friends with benefits, regardless of how good those benefits were. Needing to keep things light, friendly, I licked him again. “I’m going to need you to go ahead and fuck my mouth now.” I sucked on the tip of his cock, my gaze still locked with his.

  “God, I love your filthy mouth,” he said, pushing past my lips. “Especially when I’m inside it.”

  I cupped his balls while he slid himself in further. Deeper. Down my throat. Making me gag as I hollowed out my cheeks to take more of him in. His hand gripped the back of my head, sliding me up and down his shaft. Pushing through to the back of my throat. He picked up the pace, pumping in and out of me until he started throbbing. Then, before he could come, he pulled out of my mouth. Disappointed, I licked his tip before sliding my lips back over him.

  He pulled out again and hooked his hands beneath my arms, hefting me to my feet and kissing me roughly as his hands roamed my body. When he finally released me, that feral look I craved was back in his eyes and more intense than ever.

  “See, there,” he growled. “If you had any sense of self-preservation,
you’d be scared.”

  Grinning, and excited to see his beast again, I kissed his nose. “You don’t scare me.”

  He lunged, and I jumped back, running to the side of his bed. While he slowly circled around like some sort of predator closing in on his prey, I kicked off my boots and yanked my shirt over my head. His gaze took in my lacy blue bra and his nostrils flared. He was upon me, so I leapt onto the bed, pressing myself against the wall as I unfastened my bra and threw it at him.

  He took a swipe at me, but I backed toward the other side of the bed. “What?” I asked, sticking out my chest. I palmed my breasts and flicking my thumbs over the nipples. “Do you want to touch these? To play with them? They feel fantastic. I bet you’d like them.”

  Growling, he reached for me again, but I jumped down, putting the bed between us. Unfastening my jeans, I shimmied out of them and took off my socks while keeping both eyes on Havoc. All that was left was my lacy blue thong.

  “See something you like?” I asked, turning around to give him the three-sixty view. “Something you’d like to spank?” I swatted myself on the ass. Then I bent over and grabbed my ankles, looking at him between my legs. “Something you’d like to fuck?”

  He was like a blur, leaping over the bed toward me. I righted myself while trying to vault out of the way, but I lost my balance. I would have fallen, but Havoc had me trapped in his arms. He tossed me onto the bed, then tugged his shirt over his head and used it to bind my hands to the headboard. Halfheartedly, I struggled against my bonds as the excitement of being tied up sent more waves of heat to my core.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his gaze raking over my body. “Not until I’m good and done with you.” He dropped his pants and stroked his cock a few times while watching my writhing body. Climbing up the foot of the bed, he stopped between my legs and grinned. “Your panties are soaked, and I can smell your desire. You want me so fuckin’ bad right now, don’t you?”

  I nodded.

  “Good.” He grinned, dropping down until his lips were right above my center. “This will be fun.”

  He rubbed me through my lace thong, and the sensations almost drove me over the edge. When I was close, he pushed aside the thin fabric and licked at my clit. “You taste so good, Jules.” He dipped his tongue into my pussy. “So fuckin’ good. I could eat you every day. I just might.”

  Restrained, I had no choice but to let him tease me. Every time I was about to come, he’d back off and play with my nipples, or rub his cock between my folds. He held back, teasing, playing, driving me insane as I fought to get free.

  “What will you do if I let you go?” he asked.

  I didn’t even have to think about the answer, because I’d been fantasizing about it for the past ten minutes. “I’ll grab your head and hold your mouth to my pussy until you make me come.”

  His eyes widened. “You dirty little tramp. Use your legs.” Then he started tongue-fucking me again.

  His words sank in, and I did exactly that, bending my knees and using my feet to press against the back of his head. I held him there until he finally licked me hard enough to release the dam of pleasure that had been building since he’d started. Afterward, while I was floating in an orgasmic cloud of amazingness, he piled pillows under my ass, raising me up to where he wanted me. Then he hooked my ankles behind his head and plowed into me.

  “Fuck!” I shouted.

  He was so deep, and I was still coming down from the last high he’d given me. He rubbed slowly against all my sensitive areas, and it took everything in me not to scream. Not to beg him for more. Leaning down, he popped one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping while he pinched the other. It hurt so good, I wanted more. He took me to the edge again, and then pulled out long enough to unhook my hands and flip me over onto my hands and knees. He buried two fingers inside of me and slapped my ass hard as he attacked my g-spot. I saw stars. Another slap. I was coming so hard, squeezing his fingers so tightly, I thought I was going to burst. Another slap.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  Slap.

  “Want me to keep doing it?”

  Slap.

  “Yes!” I shouted. “God, I’m still coming!”

  He chuckled, slapping me again.

  My ears were ringing. The room was spinning. My arms felt like Jell-O. I collapsed, but my ass was still in the air thanks to the pillows stacked beneath my hips. Havoc shoved the pillows out of the way and flipped me back over onto my back.

  “There.” He smiled down at me as he settled himself between my legs, pressing the tip of his cock against my center. “I want you watching me when I come.”

  Which was all very sweet, but my eyes were so damn heavy they kept trying to close.

  “Jules,” he said, pinching my nipple.

  My eyes snapped open. “Ouch.”

  “Stay with me. I need you here with me.”

  He spread my legs and buried himself inside me. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head, but I forced them to stay open. To stay focused on Havoc. He smiled. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful. So fuckin’ perfect. I know you’re not ready to hear it, but this thing between us… this is more than friendship, Jules. This is real right here, and I need your fine ass wearing my property patch, so I don’t have to start killing my motherfuckin’ brothers.”

  My heart clenched, and my eyes burned. I wanted to be with Havoc, but I didn’t know if I was ready for that yet. We’d only known each other a couple of weeks, after all.

  “I have trust issues,” I said.

  He quirked a smile at me “I’m aware.”

  “Especially with men.”

  He was still slowly sliding in and out of me, and despite the exhaustion and euphoria I was currently wrapped in, my body was building up to another release. The way he could make me climax was awe inspiring.

  “But not with me,” he said.

  “Why do you think that is?”

  His smiled widened as he thrust into me harder, deeper. “Isn’t it obvious, babe? You’ve never met a man like me before.”

  I lacked the breath to tell him how ridiculous and corny he sounded. He gave up on the slow and easy bit and started pounding into me like a man possessed. As our gazes stayed locked, and his body continued to drive mine toward the edge, I had to admit that he was right. I never had met a man like him before. I just hoped he didn’t turn out to be like all the rest of them.

  Julia

  MONDAY MORNING, HAVOC parked in the back of my bookstore, just like he’d been doing for the past four days. Five glorious nights in his bed, with the promise of many more to come, had made me hopeful about the future, despite Wesley’s threat. I’d crunched numbers yesterday and discovered that between the money in my bank account and what I could pull from my investments, I could keep the bookstore open for six months. Seven if I stopped eating. If I let Justine go immediately I could extend the date further, but I was still trying to figure out a way around screwing up her life, too.

  I climbed off his bike and removed my helmet, sticking it in his saddle bag as Stocks parked beside us. Still wondering what I should do about my one and only employee, I unlocked the store. Havoc slid past me to scope out the space and make sure it was clear, leaving me outside in the cool morning air with Stocks. Stocks was apparently going to be my bodyguard, and you’d think I was the queen of England with the way he kept his head on a swivel, watching all directions at once as if expecting an all-out invasion.

  “It’s not really a bad neighborhood,” I said, reassuringly.

  He didn’t look convinced.

  Deciding I should get to know him, I asked, “How long have you been out of the service?”

  “About a year and a half.”

  “Are you packing?” I don’t know what made me ask the question, but it seemed like something I should know about my bodyguard.

  Stocks shook his head. “No weapons. I’m on probation.”

  Awesome. Before I could ask him what he’d bee
n convicted of to earn said probation, Havoc reappeared to give us the all clear. Stocks marched into the store while Havoc held me back to give me a passionate, panty-melting kiss.

  “Be careful,” he said, squeezing me against him. “Call me if anything happens.”

  “You do know I work at a bookstore, right?” I asked. “The most danger I’ve seen was when you were making books crash around me.”

  He grinned. “That was fun. We should do it again soon.”

  That sounded like a fantastic idea. I matched his grin, backing into the store. “I still have two more chairs we can break.”

  He chuckled. “Challenge accepted.”

  Oh boy.

  He watched as I locked the barred glass door behind me, and then I watched his nice ass walk away. He swung one leg over his bike, gave me a smirk, slipped his helmet on, and motored off. I stared after him, wondering how that smirk managed to make my chest flutter every stinkin’ time he flashed it. He turned out of the parking lot, and I was no closer to solving the mystery, so I pushed off the door and headed into the break room to start coffee. While the pot was brewing, I unlocked the store, turned on all the lights, and turned the sign to open.

  “How do you like your coffee?” I asked Stocks on my way back into the break room.

  “Black,” he replied, taking up his position beside the big storefront windows where he had a good view of both the street and the store, clearly taking this guard duty gig pretty seriously.

  Trying not to roll my eyes at his unnecessary sincerity, I dipped back into the break room to pour our coffees then carried them both out to the counter. Stocks stepped forward to accept his, thanking me, and I took my place behind the counter. We sipped in silence for a moment as he watched the street and I watched him.

  “How long have you known Havoc?” I asked.

  “A few months. Met him in the slammer.”

  I wouldn’t have pegged Stocks for a convict. From his short, dark hair to his clean-shaven face, to his perfect posture and hardened eyes, he looked like a soldier or a cop. Maybe a firefighter. I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d done to get locked up. I was trying not to pry, but he wasn’t exactly the sharing type and my curiosity was one hell of a nosy bitch.