Havoc

by Ambere Sabo

  I’ve never done anything like this in my life. Hell, I've only had sex with two guys, and neither one of them had a dick like his. A flash of silver catches my attention, and I gasp when I realize it’s pierced.

  Havoc isn’t tatted up like the other members of the Silent Sons. As my eyes catalog every feature, I realize piercings are his vice of choice. Aside from his dick, his tongue and nipples are also pierced. Damn. What’s all that metal going to do to me? I shiver as I imagine how it will feel against me. In me.

  Trying to stall enough to get my nerves under control, I ask, “Why don’t you have any tattoos like the rest of the brothers?”

  I’m curious about the nipple piercings. Curiosity killed the cat or satisfied it. I can’t help myself, so I close the distance between us again. Pulling one of the barbells into my mouth, he groans out before answering me, “I’ve always wanted to cover the scars on my back with something I just haven't decided what yet. I’m not exactly trying to answer the questions that will come about the scars either.”

  Running my hands down his chest, I trail my fingers along his side as I walk behind him. He flinches just a little when I trace the four scars across his back. Pressing against him from behind I trail kisses across each of the four scars before returning to stand in front of him.

  Looking up into his eyes, I only have one thing to say, “Fuck me, Havoc. Now.”

  Chapter 17

  Havoc

  Those words are all I need to hear before I take her mouth with mine and walk her back to the bed. When her legs hit the corner, I break the kiss and nudge her shoulders. Taking the hint, she sits down on the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I spread her legs wide, with one on each side of me.

  “Lay back, sweet cheeks,” I rasp, and she does.

  Pulling her ass forward on the bed I bring my mouth to her pussy. With one slow lick up to her clit, a whimper escapes her lips. Sucking the bundle of nerves into my mouth, I rub it with my piercing and slide two fingers into her. Christ, she's tight but so fucking wet for me.

  I work her clit with my tongue over and over until her wetness drips down my fingers. My fingers pump into her harder and faster with every moan she gives. With one hand, she fists the sheets, while her other wraps tightly in the tendrils on top of her head as her climax builds.

  She tries to scoot away from me, but I stop that shit real quick. Clamping my arm around her waist, she couldn’t move an inch in any direction away from my mouth. I’m not stopping until she’s screaming out my name and her pussy is clenching down around my fingers.

  It’s not long before her head thrashes back and forth and finally, I get what I want.

  “Oh fuck, Havoc. I'm going to come,” she whimpers.

  Applying more pressure to her G spot, I suck her clit into my mouth once more, causing her to scream out my name. I can’t take my eyes off her as she rides out the orgasm. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so sexy in my whole fucking life.

  Giving her a moment to catch her breath, I work my way up her body, trailing my tongue between her breasts and pulling her peaked nipple into my mouth. She arches her back and moans while I give both nipples sufficient attention before continuing my journey to her lips.

  Pressing a soft kiss to her mouth, I’m surprised when she opens her mouth for me. Within seconds, the kiss turns hot as hell.

  Pulling back from me, her lust-filled eyes meet mine. “Nobody’s ever done anything like that to me before,” she whimpers and crushes her lips to mine.

  Dragging my mouth from hers takes great effort. When I get up from the bed, confusion fills her eyes. Hastily, I grab my jeans and pull my wallet from the pocket. Triumphantly, I hold up a condom and stalk back to the edge of the bed.

  “Don’t worry, sweet cheeks, I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her before tearing open the foil packet and rolling the condom on.

  I’d love nothing more than to fuck her bare so that she could feel every inch of me with my piercing, but sadly, today isn’t that day. I’m back to the bed in one stride. Climbing between her legs with her feet over my shoulders, I enter her slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

  She's still so fucking tight that I need to give her time to adjust. Rubbing circles on her clit, I steadily sink deeper. Once fully seated, I pull back and start pumping into her slowly picking up my pace with each thrust. Her eyes never leave mine as I drive into her.

  “Ay, Dios mio,” she exclaims in Spanish, “por favor no se detenga.”

  I don’t have a clue what the hell she’s saying, but it’s sexy as fuck. Her pussy starts to spasm around me, letting me know she isn’t far from coming again. Repositioning her legs, I pull her feet to my chest, allowing me to hit her G spot just right.

  “Ay, Ay, Ay,” she exclaims.

  Her nails dig into the flesh where she grips my forearms, and she lets out a scream. I can feel each pulse of her pussy around my cock as I continue fucking her through her release. After a few more deep thrusts, I’m coming right along with her.

  Pulling myself from her heat, I collapse on the bed next to her and try to catch my breath. That was by far the best fuck of my life. Jesus Christ. Angel’s legs are still shaking, and her breathing is labored. Damn if that doesn’t let me know, I did my job right. Leaning over, I kiss her temple, and she gives me a weak smile.

  “What’s wrong, sweet cheeks?” I ask her.

  “I don’t think I can move,” she admits with a soft laugh.

  I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at the comment, “I’ll be right back.”

  Walking into the bathroom, I pull the condom off and throw it into the trash and quickly clean myself up. I grab the washcloth she left on the tub during her bath and run some warm water over it. Helping clean a girl up after we’ve fucked isn’t usually something I do, but at the very least I can bring Angel something to use since she can’t walk and all. Yeah, that’s an ego boost for any guy to hear.

  Walking out of the bathroom, I'm drawn to the clanging of pots in the kitchen. Turning into the kitchen, I find Angel wearing my t-shirt and pulling things out of the fridge. Damn, it's a sight to see. My shirt hangs on her petite frame hitting her just under her ass, but with every movement, her lacy, pink panties can be seen. Fuck if my dick isn’t getting hard again just watching her cook.

  “You going to stand there and stare at me all day, Havoc,” she asks over her shoulder with a smirk.

  “Was thinking about it,” I answer honestly, leaning against the small table.

  “Yeah, you planning on cleaning the kitchen too?” she asks, nodding her head to the washcloth I still have in my hand.

  Well, shit. “Um, no. I was actually bringing it to you. Ya know, since you said you couldn’t walk and all,” I admit sheepishly, raking a hand through my hair.

  The blush that crosses her cheeks at my words only deepens as she takes in my still very naked body. Stepping into the small kitchen, I crowd her space.

  “Now who’s staring?” I ask, taking her mouth before she can answer.

  Lifting her from the ground, I put her plump, little ass on the counter. Moaning, she wraps her legs around my body. The heat of her pussy presses against me when she digs her heels into my ass. Ripping the pink panties off of her, I go balls deep in one thrust and lift her off of the counter. Pressing her up against the wall, I fuck her, hard and fast. The fit being so snug makes the friction against my piercing incredible. It takes all my willpower not to blow my load with the first mindblowing strokes. If her moans are any indication, she enjoys my metal too.

  I went slow with her the first round, but there's no stopping the punishing rhythm we’ve started this time. Swallowing her moans with my mouth, I chase nirvana with her. Her nails rake down my back, sending shivers down my spine straight to my balls. The sensation is foreign to me. Usually, I have a don’t touch rule when I fuck someone. I don't want the questions that come when she feels the scars, but with Angel, there’s no hiding. In all hone
sty, the scratching is hot as fuck.

  Releasing her mouth, I lean back and watch her face. Her body’s tensing, and I want to watch her come. In moments, she’s screaming out my name. Leaning her head down, she bites my shoulder, and fuck if it doesn’t send me catapulting over the edge, exploding inside of her when she does. We ride out the aftershocks of our orgasms.

  Angel leans back, looking me in the eye. “ I think I could use that washcloth now,” she says with a giggle.

  I can’t help but laugh at her cuteness until I feel it. Our mixed release is beginning to run down my legs. “Fuck,” I exclaim as I set her down. “I wasn’t thinking, sweet cheeks. Shit! I’m so sorry.”

  Turning to the table, I grab the washcloth and hand it to her, then I begin pacing. Why didn’t I stop and think? Taking her on the counter took over my mind when I saw her in here. A condom never crossed my mind. Hell, I don’t even have my pants on. Running my hands through my hair in frustration, I stop dead in my tracks when her sigh reaches my ears.

  “I could be an ass and let you sit and stress about this all day, but then I worry that you won't fuck me like that again if I am,” she says, confusing the hell out of me.

  “I’m on the shot, Havoc. No matter how good of a fuck you are, I wouldn’t have let you touch me if I wasn’t protected. I just had a checkup from Doc too. Just let me know if I need another one when I get back to the clubhouse.”

  Blowing out a breath, I tell her, “No, I’m clean. It’s been years since I didn’t glove up, and I’ve been checked many times since then.”

  Nodding her head, she smiles shyly up at me. “Good, because that piercing of yours is too amazing not to feel,” she says as red creeps across her collarbone and up her neck. “Now, go put some damn pants on and come help me get dinner started.”

  Chapter 18

  Angel

  I need a distraction. My nerves are strung tight, and knots fill my stomach. Tonight we’ll finally get to meet the infamous G. I have no clue what to expect from the meeting. The uncertainty is making me a wreck. I hope he can explain what happened and why the cartel decided to kill my parents but part of me wonders if I wouldn’t be better off not knowing. I know Havoc wants to talk to him about Wrecker and his sisters as well.

  Havoc isn’t what I expected at all. He’s still the hard-headed asshole I met at mi Reina's wedding, but he’s also someone who loves his family deeply. And he makes me feel safe. Something I haven’t felt in a very long time.

  The fact that he's fucked me senseless over the last three days doesn’t hurt either. I’ve only ever been with two other people in my life—James and a guy I dated my senior year. I wanted to lose my virginity to someone I knew cared about me, who wouldn’t hurt me. When James and I were dating, it just seemed like a good idea. In the end, it was James who was hurt. It was his first time as well, but after it happened, he wanted marriage, kids, and all that shit. We were only sixteen! Who thinks about those things at that age?

  Neither partner took me to the places Havoc does. And those piercings! His tongue ring and what he says is called a Prince Albert are ruining me for men without piercings. I don’t know what we’re doing. It’s not like he’s told me, and I haven’t asked. For all I know he’s just passing the time with me, and once this is all said and done, he’ll be on to the next girl.

  If I sit and dwell on it, it’ll drive me crazy, so I’m just going to go with it for now. I’m not even sure if I’ll be alive and breathing after I avenge my parents, so it's not worth the worry. For now, I’m enjoying getting to know more about Havoc and the mind-blowing orgasms.

  I’ve got to quit thinking about sex for now, and I need to quit worrying about tonight’s meeting. Rifling through the contents of the bookshelves in the living room, I discard all the action movies as potential distractors. I have enough action in my real life to be able to enjoy fake action on the screen. Reading’s out, I can’t focus enough to read. My eyes light up when I see the deck of cards.

  “Havoc,” I call down the hall.

  “What’s up, sweet cheeks?”

  “I need a distraction.”

  A predatory look fills his eyes as he grabs his crotch. “I’ve got your distraction right here.”

  “As much as I love that method of distraction, I need to be able to walk in a few hours.”

  A pout forms on his lips. “What did ya have in mind?”

  “How about a game of cards?”

  “Sure, but I only know how to play poker.”

  “I’ve only played a few times, but if you’re patient with me, I’m sure I will remember after a few hands.”

  “How about we make it interesting,” he suggests with a wicked grin.

  “I don’t have anything to wager with.”

  “Let’s play strip poker.”

  Oh, he is so going down. I resist the urge to smile. “How’s that taking a break and giving me a chance to recover?”

  “Well if you play your cards right, then you won’t wind up naked and at my mercy.”

  We’ll see who’s at who’s mercy. I’m amazing at poker.

  We sit at the small table, and Havoc deals the first hand. I toss out a pair of kings leaving me with nothing in my hand. Havoc wins the hand with a pair of tens. My socks find their way to the floor.

  It’s my deal, and I wind up with a good hand, but trade it for nothing. My shirt joins the socks.

  “Are you cold, sweet cheeks?” he asks already sporting a victorious grin.

  “You’ll be shivering with me in a few minutes.”

  “Nah. I didn’t mention it, but I’m pretty good at poker.”

  “Havoc, are you admitting to hustling me?”

  “No, I’m admitting to strategically trying to get my girl naked again.”

  His girl. Those two words stutter my heart and nearly have me tossing out a pair of aces that I mean to keep.

  “Whatcha going take off when you lose this hand, sweet cheeks?”

  “Nothing,” I reply as I reveal three aces and a pair of sevens.

  “Lucky hand,” he grumbles as he removes his socks.

  The next several hands make quick work of his shirt, jeans, and boxers. He sits there shaking his head in all his naked glory. “You hustled me.”

  I grin and hold my fingers up an inch apart. “Maybe just a tad.”

  “You’re going to pay for that.”

  I take off running for the bedroom. When he catches up to me moments later, I’m waiting on the bed for him, ready for him to distract me his way.

  After a round of earth-shattering sex that put our previous encounters to shame, I make my way to the kitchen on wobbly legs.

  The security panel on the wall starts to beep while I'm looking in the fridge, and I turn to see Hyde coming up on the golf cart. Havoc comes running out of the room, his jeans unbuttoned and his 9 mm in hand.

  “It’s alright. It’s just Hyde,” I say, trying to calm him when I catch the crazed look in his eyes.

  He hasn’t sat still this long since he left the clubhouse in December. I think with the calm we’ve had while hiding out here, he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. I can’t blame him. He’s been keeping in touch with Snoopy, and so far, there’s been no news on Wrecker’s movements. They didn’t even know he was in El Paso until we got his note and let them know.

  He blows out a breath as he tucks the gun in his jeans and buttons his fly. Beeping alerts us to the code being entered in the door. I look down and realize I’m wearing nothing but Havoc's t-shirt. I haven’t worn much else while we’ve been here. It seemed quite pointless since he kept undressing me.

  Dashing into the bathroom, I slam the door just as Hyde walks in. Hearing Hyde and Havoc talking, I want to know what’s being said. But in my rush, I didn’t think, and now I’m trapped in here while all my clothes are in the damn bedroom.

  There’s a knock at the door. “Sweet cheeks, Hyde needs to talk to you about something. You coming out anytime soon?”

  �
�Um… can you hand me my jeans please?” I ask through the door, which causes Hyde to burst out laughing.

  Moments later another knock gently vibrates the door, and I open it just enough for Havoc to hand me my jeans. Sliding into them quickly, I check my reflection. I can’t do anything about the flush heating my cheeks, but I take the time to smooth the just-fucked look from my hair. Walking out to meet a still chuckling Hyde, I tuck my chin against my chest to hide my face, which is beet-red from embarrassment. Havoc pulls me to his side as soon as I’m close enough.

  “No need to be shy, Angel. I figured one of two things would happen with the two of you in such close quarters—you’d either kill each other while you were hiding out here or end up fucking. Though, I think a few of my brothers would’ve preferred you killed him. They’re going to be heartbroken,” Hyde explains.

  With a growl, Havoc says, “Just ask what you need to, motherfucker, before I end up killing you.” The threat is met with another round of laughter from Hyde.

  When he finally gets ahold of himself, he looks at me with a smile and asks, “Do you know Chopes on the way to Las Cruces?”

  I nod in response. Chopes is a café mi mama loved to go to when we went into New Mexico. They have fantastic Mexican food.

  “Good, G will meet you there at five-thirty this evening. I just wanted to make sure you could get Havoc there without getting lost,” he says.

  “Wait, you’re not coming with us?”

  “Oh, we’ll be there. A few of us will be inside, and more of us will be outside. We plan to have the place surrounded. But if you see us, just act like you don’t know who we are.”

  Looking over to Havoc, I see that he doesn’t seem concerned by this, but I don’t understand. “If G’s your brother, why wouldn’t you want to speak with him too?”

  “With Enterrador’s rising paranoia, we have to make sure G isn’t being followed. It not only puts him and our club in danger to meet like this, but you as well. We also want to watch out for Wrecker. If he thinks it's more than just you and Havoc, he won’t show his face. But we’re hoping, if he’s indeed following y’all, we can catch him tonight.”