Havoc (Storm MC 7)

Nash grinned. “So is his fuckin’ sister. I’ve been subjected to her at dinner a couple of times, and fuck me, I don’t think I’ve met a woman like her.” He jerked his chin in Al’s direction. “Go.”

I headed over to Al and Madison. “What’s up?” I asked.

His eyes glittered with mischief. “Madison here was just telling me that her husband spends his hours trying to get her pregnant. It got me to thinking. Are you and my son planning on blessing me with a grandchild anytime soon?”

Havoc’s deep voice boomed from behind me at the same time as his hand slid around my waist. “Dad, I told you when you asked me the same question that it was too soon for that. Don’t harass my wife about it.”

My belly somersaulted at the use of those two words.

My wife.

He didn’t use them often but when he did, I melted.

“Did I hear the words Madison and pregnant?” J asked, joining us. I watched as his gaze found Madison’s and they exchanged a smile.

She slapped his hands away as he reached for her. “God, Al, why did we have to get onto this topic? You’ve started something now. J will be all over me for the rest of the day.” Although she grumbled, you could hear the affection in her voice.

Nash wandered over. “Babe, J’s all over you every day. Today’s no different.”

Madison sighed as she finally allowed J to wrap his arms around her. “True.”

I looked up at Havoc and found him watching me with the look he reserved only for me.

Love.

“I love you,” I mouthed.

He bent to whisper in my ear. “How much?”

Heat shot straight to my core. I knew what those two words meant.

“Where?” I asked.

He smirked. “Angel, we just arrived at your mother’s, I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to fuck you in her house while everyone’s here for a party.”

I smacked him and dragged him away from the group. “You’re playing with me. You only use those two words when you want me to show you how much I love you. Those two words get me wet and you know it. And since when do you worry about how appropriate you are?”

He snaked his arm around my waist and ran his hand over my ass. “I am playing with you. Recall this morning when you refused to suck my cock?”

“That was because we were running late.”

He dipped his mouth to my ear again. “Baby, I don’t give a flying fuck if we’re running late for something, if I ask you to suck my dick, I want you to wrap those pretty lips around me and suck. My goal today is to get you so turned on and ready for me that the word no isn’t even in your vocabulary tonight. I want your pussy so fuckin’ wet that you’re dripping from my chin when I eat you later.”

Oh, God.

My dirty biker.

I loved him and his filthy mouth more than I ever thought possible.

As Harlow flashed past us with cake, and Madison and J laughed with Al, and Scott and Nash joked with Griff, and my mother happily buzzed around her kitchen making food with love, I smiled up at him.

Thank God my life plan had been fucked up because otherwise I may never have taken a chance on the man destined for me.