Havoc (Storm MC 7)

I just want some good sex until I find the right man for me.

And good God did Havoc know how to fuck. I’d never had sex as good.

Turning the tap on, I washed my hands and then my face. As I reached for some paper towels to dry off, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror again. I had that just-fucked glow, but lurking underneath, there was still a tinge of disappointment.

Shit.

“Carla.”

Havoc’s voice snapped me back to attention and I turned to find him staring at me from the doorway of the restroom.

When I didn’t reply, he continued. “We need to get going.”

His voice dripped with that gruff, take-charge tone I’d grown to know him for.

I nodded and finished drying my hands and face. Moving towards him, I said, “I just need to buy a chocolate and then I’m ready.”

He frowned. “A chocolate?” There was something off about him that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. While he had his take-charge voice on, he seemed distracted.

I cocked my head. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why?” His gaze pierced mine and a hard look settled on his face.

“I don’t know. You just seem off.”

“I’m fine,” he threw out and I knew he was lying by the way his eyes avoided mine, but I also knew this was not the time to challenge him on it. He took a step back and muttered, “Can we just get your chocolate and get back on the road?”

“No need to get your grumpy pants on,” I said as I passed him and headed in the direction of the service station shop. I didn’t wait for him, but the sound of his boots crunching on the gravel told me he was close behind.

He followed me into the shop, which surprised me. I’d figured he would wait at his bike. When I placed a Snickers bar on the counter, he handed over five dollars to pay for it. I said nothing and allowed him to guide me back outside to his bike. Something had definitely rattled him and I wanted to know what it was. Havoc was a mystery I wanted to solve.

* * *

“I’ve gotta head out,” Havoc said as he did up his belt.

We checked into a Sydney motel about five hours ago and after some mind-blowing sex that I’d been surprised either of us had been capable of after about thirteen hours of travel, we’d both passed out.

I rolled and swung my legs over the edge of the bed so I could stand. Pressing my naked body to his, I wrapped my arms around his neck, grinning when his hands landed on my ass and pulled me tight against him. “How long do you think you will be? Not that I’m nagging, but I want to make sure I’m ready for you.”

His brows arched. “You got plans, darlin’?” As he asked this, one of his hands moved up my back and around to my front so he could cup one of my boobs. Lust bloomed in my belly when he traced lazy circles around my nipple.

Choosing to ignore the fact I hadn’t cleaned my teeth, I kissed him. He didn’t seem to mind my morning breath and deepened our kiss, his tongue quickly finding mine.

Oh, God.

I want him so bad.

Groaning, I ended the kiss. “If we don’t stop that, there’s no way you’re leaving any time soon. And to answer your question, I always have plans where you and your cock are concerned.”

He let me end the kiss, but he tightened his hold on me so I couldn’t move away from him. His finger continued to tease my nipple. “I’d like to see a video of you making plans for my cock,” he growled against my ear.

The lust in my belly shot straight to my core.

“As in I should write it all out and video the list and then send you the video?” I played with him, wanting to work him up a little before he left. However, if I was honest with myself, I was delaying his departure. I craved all of his time and attention.

He chuckled against my ear before pulling back to find my gaze. I loved the desire I saw there. “While a list could be hot, I’d prefer to see a video of you getting that sweet pussy ready for me.”

Another rush of lust coursed through my body.