Havoc (Storm MC 7)

When did this woman become someone I cared about to this level?

The truck driver passed me a moment later just outside the restrooms and I scowled at him through the darkness, even though he wouldn’t be able to see.

“Havoc,” Carla murmured when I reached her. I heard the confusion in her voice and it matched the confusion I felt.

This is just sex.

“I was coming,” she added, wobbling on the cracks in the cement path that connected the restrooms to the car park.

My hand slid around her waist to steady her and I pulled her body close to mine. “Taking your time in a place like this is not a smart move.” My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could make out her features. Those lips of hers pursed together for a second and I imagined the irritation brewing in her mind. Carla was a feisty woman—it was one of the things that turned me on—but fuck, she had her moments that tested me, and this could well be one of them. I’d seen too many women put themselves in

dangerous situations and have to deal with the consequences. I had zero patience for stupidity.

When she finally spoke, her words surprised me. “Sorry for worrying you. I was done, but as I was leaving, I ran smack bang into that guy and fell over. I twisted my ankle and he stopped to help me up. We got talking for a bit and I lost track of time.” The irritation I’d expected to hear in her voice didn’t surface, and as a result, my frustration subsided. Yet, the tension still punched through my body.

She’s gotten under your skin.

We watched each other for a few moments before I let her go and nodded. “You ready to go or do you want to grab something to eat and stretch your legs for a bit longer?” We’d been on the road for about seven hours and had only stopped to stretch once so I imagined she might want some more time before jumping back on the bike.

Her bottom lip curled in as she bit it, right before she reached for my T-shirt. Snaking her hand under it and around my waist, she said, “I’m not ready to go anywhere until you make good on your promise.”

She closed the tiny distance between us and before I could form a reply, she stood on her toes and kissed me. Her tongue found mine and I groaned as my hands took hold of her ass.

I can’t get enough of her.

“Havoc…” Her voice was breathy as her fingers frantically tried to undo my jeans.

Backing her up against the wall behind her, I helped free my cock, and exhaled my pleasure when she wrapped her hand around me. My eyes squeezed shut for a beat and my body relaxed against hers.

Yes.

Fuck yes.

Her hand moved faster and I gripped her ass harder. The desire to take her tits into my mouth fought with my need to just stand still and experience every ounce of bliss pulsing through me.

Bliss won out and I let her work me towards an orgasm without laying my mouth on her.

Carla’s hands worked their magic fast and when I was close to coming, I opened my eyes as I stilled her hand. Bending so my mouth was near her ear, I ordered, “Undo your pants and slide your fingers through your pussy. I need to see how wet you are for me.”

The moan that fell from her lips told me how turned on she was, and I loved the way her hands worked fast to obey me. My gaze dropped and I greedily tracked her fingers as they glided through her wetness.

When her eyes found mine, she murmured, “Do you want to taste me?”

Fuck, yes, I want to taste you.

I held her gaze as I reached for her hand. Holding it in front of my mouth, I ran my tongue along her finger before sucking it into my mouth. Having her on my tongue only caused my dick to harden more. I focused on breathing through the desire to sink myself deep inside her.

All in good time.

As I let her finger slide out of my mouth, she said, “I guess that was a yes.” Her sass upped my need to get inside her and I fought to control myself.

Spinning her around so she faced the wall, I ground my dick against her ass, and growled into her ear, “That was a hell fuckin’ yes. And for the record, one taste wasn’t enough. If we weren’t standing on the side of the highway, in the dark of night, with trucks flying past us, I’d lay you out and spend hours eating you. Putting you on the back of my bike for this many hours, with your pussy against my ass was not the best move I’ve ever made. Seven hours of that and all I can fuckin’ think about is getting inside of you.”

Her body sagged against the wall and she moaned again. “I want you to fuck me on your bike.”

I reached into my back pocket for my wallet and grabbed a condom. When I had it in place, I pushed her jeans and panties down. “Not this time. My dick will fuckin’ disown me if I wait any longer.”

She grumbled something under her breath that I didn’t quite catch, but I ignored that while I slid one hand around her waist to hold her in place while my other hand positioned her, getting her ready for me.