Havoc (Storm MC 7)

She placed her drink on the bar and slid it towards the bartender who nodded and began making her another. “Yeah, well today, I couldn't give a shit about my hair or makeup. And that’s saying something because if you knew me, you’d know I normally spend hours on my appearance. You know what, though? Today I realised what complete asses some people can be, and I just want to sit here and stew in my own misery.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “And drink. I want to fucking drink until I can’t remember his fucking name. And then tomorrow, I might go around to his place and trash it and fuck his car up. That’ll serve the asshole right.” Again, she paused before her face lit up and a wicked grin crossed it. “Fuck, and then I’ll send my brother over to finish the prick off. He won’t know what fucking hit him.” She raised her glass at me. “Cheers!” She lifted the glass to her lips and grinned at me before throwing it back.

I returned her smile. “Remind me to never piss you off.” The hostility she displayed towards whoever had screwed her over caused desire to coil in my gut. I wanted to help her fuck the asshole up. “What did he do?”

A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, and she ran a hand through her long hair. “What they all do. He cheated on me.” She leant forward and pinned me with a hard stare. “Do all men cheat? Is it like an impulse they can’t control or something, because I gotta tell you, just about every guy I’ve dated has cheated on me.”

“You’re dating the wrong men, darlin’. I’ve never cheated, and never contemplated it. Sure, I don’t miss a beautiful woman when she walks past, but my dick stays firmly where it belongs.”

She assessed me for a few moments before leaning back away from me. “I actually believe you because there’s no reason for you to lie to me. But you’re fucking hot, so I’m kinda struggling to believe women don’t throw themselves at you.”

“Just because a woman is up for it doesn’t mean a man has to go there.”

“Out of all the relationships I’ve had, I think only three of them didn’t cheat on me.”

“Like I said, you need to look for different men.”

She shook her head. “No, I’m swearing off men for awhile.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the dirty thoughts running through my head at her declaration. Fuck, she’d managed to pull me from my foul mood, something not many people could do. “You gonna try pussy for awhile, darlin’?”

Another drink had been placed in front of her and she was just taking a sip when I asked her that question. She almost spat it out. “Who’s to say I haven’t already tried it?” She shifted on her stool to face me, and levelled a sexy grin on me, waiting for my comeback.

This conversation was just warming up and my day was taking a turn for the better. I hadn’t flirted with a woman in a long time; it was almost like the art of it was dying. The women I met simply threw themselves at me. There was no challenge anymore and I fucking missed it, missed the chase. I let my gaze drop to her lap and then slowly lifted it back up to her eyes before saying, “Nothing like the taste of a woman on your tongue, is there?”

She didn’t miss a beat. “The only thing better is a man’s cum sliding down your throat while your lips are wrapped around his cock and you’re holding his balls in your hand.”

Jesus Fuck. She was a dirty bitch and my dick ached for that mouth of hers. I leant towards her, our faces close. Tracing her lips with my finger, I murmured, “Anytime you want to wrap these lips around my cock, you just say the word.”

She stared at me for a couple of moments in a trancelike state before finally smiling lazily and reminding me, “I’ve sworn off cock, remember?”

I laughed, and drank some of my scotch. “I remember, darlin’, but I’m not suggesting a long term thing here. I only want your mouth for one night.”

She raised her glass in the air before taking a sip of it and saying, “The night is young, Romeo. I’m not easy though. You want me, you have to work for me.”

“The name’s Havoc,” I informed her as the thrill of the chase kicked in at her words. If she wanted me to work for it, I was gonna fucking work her hard once I got it.

Frowning, she muttered, “You bikers have weird names sometimes. Where did you get that one from?”

Dark images flooded my mind—shit she didn’t need to know and shit I didn’t want to think about. “Not going there with you,” I rumbled.

She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” As the words left her mouth, someone pressed play on the jukebox in the corner and she turned to the sound of the music. “What the hell is this?”

“That’s a classic. You don’t like the Eagles?”

Turning back to me, she answered, “I could do without them.” She jumped off her stool and muttered something about checking out what other music was on the jukebox as she stalked across the room towards it.

I watched her ass again and enjoyed the anticipation running through me. She would be mine tonight, and that pretty little mouth of hers would be sucking my dick while her hands worked their magic on my balls. No fucking way was she getting away with teasing me like that.

She spent some time at the jukebox and when the Eagles finished, she selected a song and then made her way back to me. I didn’t know the song, but I didn’t care. My attention was on her tits now. Even though they weren’t the handful I usually preferred, they were still tits, and a man would take what he could get. And fuck, I wasn’t complaining; between her ass, and her dirty mouth, I couldn't care less how big her tits were.

Once she settled back on her stool, I asked, “Do you always leave your bag with complete strangers?”

“No, but there’s something about you, Havoc. Something I think I can trust.”

“Jesus, woman, you give your trust too fuckin’ easily.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t trust you? Cause I gotta admit, I don’t fuck men that I don’t trust.”

She was playing with me now, and fuck if I didn’t like it. “Baby, you can trust me with your pussy. I know how to take care of that real well.” I watched her closely, noting the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing picked up. She was just as turned on as I was.