Havoc (Storm MC #8) (4 page)

A
s I weaved
through the afternoon traffic, I let my mind drift to thoughts of last night. I’d ended up drunk after having a run-in with my boss about being late to work. He refused to listen to my explanation about being stuck in traffic and involved in a car accident, and sent me home after three hours. That meant I’d missed out on five hours of pay so I’d hit the club to dance my aggression out. Men kept buying drinks for me, so a few hours later I was drunk, and that was when I’d had the bright idea to call Havoc. I’d wanted to set him straight about my driving skills. That was what I’d told myself anyway. Truth be told, the man fascinated me. I had so many questions for him, ones I knew he’d never answer. Like, why did he have blood splatter on his T-shirt when I’d hit his car, and how did he get the nickname, Havoc? He was far from the kind of man I usually went for, but he was also the man who turned me on more than any other I’d come across.

I was torn about him. I wanted to have sex with him again; hell, I wanted a
lot
more sex with him. But I was the kind of woman who fell too easily for a man once I was sleeping with him. And Havoc was not the kind of man I wanted to ever fall for. I didn’t believe he could give me the stability I craved. Plus, it was clear he didn’t want anything from me except sex. I was good with this. For now. But if I kept sleeping with him, I knew myself and I was pretty damn sure I wouldn’t be good with it after awhile. So, it was probably best not to see him again. But fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I hit the steering wheel in frustration. And that was when I saw him. He was exiting the hotel I was passing, and I made a snap decision to pull over. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. My sunglasses shielded my eyes from the burning afternoon sun; for winter, it was unusually warm, and I regretted wearing jeans and a long-sleeved top. His sunglasses hid his eyes from me, so I had no way to know if he was pleased to see me or not as I walked towards him.

He stalked right up to me, grabbed me roughly by the elbow, and demanded, “What the fuck are you doing here, Carla?”

Well shit. Not the reaction I was expecting. And not a reaction that impressed me. I tried to shake myself from his grip but he held firm. Looking up at his face, I answered him angrily, “I was driving by, saw you and thought I’d stop and say hi. Gotta admit I’m regretting that decision now.”

His anger matched mine. “I’m regretting that decision too, babe.”

He began to pull me back towards my car. I didn’t appreciate being manhandled, and resisted. That only annoyed him further and he grasped me tighter in an effort to pull me. “Stop!” I yelled.

He stopped and bent his face to mine. He hissed at me, “Trust me when I say this is not a place you want to be. You need to leave right fuckin’ now.”

“Why?”

He resumed dragging me in the direction of my car, and muttered, “I don’t have fuckin’ time to detail it for you. I just wish to hell that you didn’t have to argue with me about every-fuckin’-thing.”

Fine. If he wanted me gone, I was going. He wasn’t making any sense, and he’d upset and pissed me off so there really was no point in sticking around. Obviously, he’d had enough of me, and whatever we’d had going was finished. I finally found the strength to break free of his hold. Throwing my arms in the air, I yelled, “Fine, I’m going. You don’t have to drag me anymore.”

“Keep your fuckin’ voice down,” he hissed again. His hand landed on my lower back and he continued to guide me to my car.

I unlocked my door, glared at him one last time, and said, “I don’t know what the hell is up your ass today, but I get the message. I won’t bug you again. But let’s just get one thing clear, Havoc. There are much nicer ways of telling a girl you want nothing more to do with her. You really need to learn them.” Without further ado, I got in my car and sped off without a backwards glance.

What an asshole.

I
arrived home half
an hour later. I lived with my mother while I was finishing my course, but she was out for the day. Thank God, because I needed some time to myself to calm down. I loved my mother but she always knew when something was bugging me and I didn’t want to discuss Havoc with her. Instead, I ran a bath, poured a wine and sank into the warm bubbles, letting them wash over me. I hoped they would ease the tension from my body.

I’d brought my mail in to read, and quickly worked my way through the five letters. The last letter caused me to sit upright in the bath and shout out expletives. My fucking teacher had failed me after all.

Motherfucker
.

I stood and grabbed a towel. After I’d dried off, I hurriedly got dressed again in preparation to go down to the college and give him a piece of my mind. I was walking out the door when my phone rang.

“Hello,” I snapped at whoever it was without checking caller ID.

“Shit, girl. You having a bad day?”

It was Velvet, my brother’s girlfriend. I sighed. “Sorry. And yes, I’m having a bad afternoon.”

“What’s happened?” she asked, and I knew she genuinely wanted to know. Velvet had a heart of gold, and we’d grown close since she’d come into our family a couple of months ago.

“I just found out I failed my semester at school because I wouldn’t sleep with my teacher. And on top of that, a guy I’ve been sleeping with was the biggest asshole to me earlier. Ugh, men.”

“Your teacher can’t fucking do that!” she exclaimed, her anger at the situation matching mine.

“Well, he has.”

She was quiet for a moment, but then came out with the big guns. “Nash will take care of him for you.”

I smiled. Nash was my brother, and was a biker with the Storm Motorcycle Club; he would definitely take care of my teacher for me. He had a violent streak in him and wasn’t afraid to use it. I didn’t know much about his club or his role in it but I sure as hell knew he wasn’t a man to be messed with. And he always looked after those he loved. My teacher was fucked.

“Now to this guy you’ve been sleeping with. What did he do? And who is he? You never told me about him!”

I laughed at her; I told Velvet pretty much everything, but I hadn’t told her about Havoc. I wasn’t entirely sure why not. “It doesn’t matter what he did because he was only a two-night stand. I shouldn’t let him get to me.”

It was her turn to laugh now. “A two-night stand? Only you could dream up something like that.”

“Shut up!” I mentally poked my tongue at her.

She was still laughing. “Oh, God, I do love you, Carla. No wonder you give Nash grey hairs.”

“Well, he shouldn’t worry about me like he does.” Nash was twelve years older than I was and had always been something of a father figure, along with my other brother, Jamison. My sister, Erika, also looked out for me. Our father had left when our mother was pregnant with me and we’d never heard from him since.

“You know he’s never going to stop worrying, don’t you?”

I sighed. “I know.” I had to smile; she’d helped calm me down, and I decided not to go and confront my teacher. “Thank you, Velvet,” I said softly.

“What for?”

“For being you, and for calling at the exact right moment. You’re always there for me when I need you.”

I could hear the smile in her voice. “Well, it was a fluke this time, but I’m glad I could help.”

“What did you actually call for?”

“Shit, I’d nearly forgotten about that! I was ringing to see if you wanted a girls' night out tomorrow night?”

I grinned. Nights out with Velvet were the best thing, and I wasn’t turning that down. “Hell yes!”

“Good. Meet me at my house and we can get Nash to drop us off at the club.”

We said goodbye and hung up. My mood had lifted a little, and I decided to go dancing at the club by myself again that night. Dancing always made me feel better, and it would help me forget my shitty teacher for a few hours.

T
he bartender passed
me a glass of water and I drank it all in one go. I’d been dancing for the last two hours and was sweaty and thirsty. I was also on a high, and felt like nothing could shake my good mood. How wrong I was.

My phone buzzed in my bag, and I pulled it out and pressed it to my ear. “Hello?”

“Carla, where are you?”

Shit, it was Havoc. I didn’t want to see him so I tried to fob him off. “Why are you calling me, Havoc? Didn’t you say everything you had to say to me this afternoon?”

His frustration was clear in his tone. “You’ve got no idea what this afternoon was about and I want to explain it to you. Tell me where you are so I can come and see you.”

“There’s no need. I don’t want to see you again.”

“Babe, you will be seeing me again. We’ve got shit to clear up.”

It was my turn to get frustrated. “Look, we had a two-night stand. It’s done, so let’s just move on. I really don’t need to know whatever the hell it is you think I need to know.”

“Fuckin’ hell, woman. Are you this argumentative with every man you meet, or am I the only one blessed with your arguing?”

“Fuck you,” I yelled into my phone, and hung up on him.
Bloody men
.

The bartender raised his brows at me and I shook my head. “Don’t ask. Men!”

He grinned. “Gotcha.”

I moved back out onto the dance floor and attempted to lose myself in the music again. The time passed and I was unsure how long I’d been dancing for when strong hands slid around my waist, and warm breath tickled my neck. Havoc’s voice filtered through the music into my ear. “Time to talk, babe.”

I spun around to face him, and his hands landed on my ass and pulled me to him. Our faces were close, eyes searching the others'. “Why did you come?” I asked as I placed my hands against his chest.

“I really don’t fuckin’ know,” he admitted.

The anger from our phone call was gone, and in its place was a sexual tension I was convinced we were both feeling. How this man managed to make me want him even when I knew I didn’t was beyond me. But the pull to him was undeniable, and my belly fluttered with desire.

“You shouldn’t have come,” I said, my eyes still firmly on his. “We had sex, and neither of us want anything more out of it, so I don’t need to know why you were a prick to me this afternoon.”

“You’re right. But the thing is that for once in my life, I feel the need to clear up a misunderstanding. I need you to not think of me as that prick.”

I listened closely to his words, and watched his eyes and his face. He was fighting this. It was as if he was torn between not wanting to be anywhere near me, and wanting desperately to tell me his reasons. I couldn’t work him out. And that right there made me want to take the time to do just that. I wanted to know what made Havoc tick.

Pushing gently against his chest, I moved out of his embrace. “Okay, let’s talk,” I agreed, indicating for us to go outside where we could hear each other.

When we were outside, I asked, “How did you find me?”

He shrugged. “Took a guess you’d be at the same club as last time. It was right.”

“Okay, so talk. Why were you such an ass to me?”

His shoulders tensed up, and he raked his hand through his hair. “You know I’m with Storm, right?”

I nodded, giving him the confirmation he needed to move on.

“Part of my job with them is to sort out dickheads who threaten the club or the people close to the club. This afternoon I was dealing with a situation when you turned up. The guy involved is a nasty piece of work and I didn’t want him to see you there. That’s why I was trying to get you to leave.”

Shit, that was so far from what I’d expected; it made me stop and think. I cocked my head to the side. “So you do have some warmth in that heart of yours, Havoc?”

“Let’s not get carried away, darlin’,” he muttered.

My annoyance with him faded, but I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily. “You know, there was no need for you to be so damn rude to me. You could have just said that to me this afternoon and I would have left.”

His glare was piercing. Again, I couldn’t read him. After staring at me for what felt like an eternity, he agreed, “Yeah, I could have, but in the heat of the moment, I went with my gut, and my gut told me to get you the hell out of there fast. I didn’t have time for all the questions I knew you’d ask if I tried to explain it to you.”

Clarity hit me, and fuck, it wasn’t what I’d ever have thought about him. I leant closer to him, and said softly, “You were worried about me. You cared what happened to me.” My heart beat faster at the thought. I didn’t know what to do with it, wasn’t even sure why I’d said it aloud to him.

Scowling, he said, “The only thing I care about right now is getting back inside of you.” His hands hit my ass and he pulled my body to his. “You think we can take care of that?” he growled.

With his erection pressing against me, and his earthy scent invading my senses, I struggled to say no. I was caught in that in between where I didn’t want anything further to do with him, but on the other hand, I wanted and craved only him. Havoc was demanding, bossy, crude and unpredictable—all the things I didn’t want in a man. And yet, those qualities of his turned me on and drove me wild. He excited me and just the thought of him got my heart racing. I knew nothing about him, but I desperately wanted… no, needed to know everything.

Fuck
.

He stared at me, and pushed for an answer. Trailing his finger down my cheek, neck and over my breasts, he said, “I want these tits in my mouth again, baby. And I sure as fuck want my cock between your lips. Tell me you want the same.”

Oh, God, I did want that. The ability to play games with men was not in me, and so I went with pure honesty. “Havoc, I am so wet for you right now that I doubt I could say no even if I wanted to. But I don’t want your cock in my mouth. I want it in my damn pussy. You think you can take care of that?”

He made a grunting noise I’d never heard any man make, but shit, it was the hottest noise I’d ever heard. Grabbing me by the wrist, he began walking and dragged me along with him. I stumbled a little but managed to quickly right myself. When I saw he was heading towards a bike, my insides buzzed with desire. I wanted to fuck him on that bike.