Havoc (Devil's Boneyard MC 3)

by Harley Wylde

  “I still can’t believe she didn’t want it.”

  “I convinced her to hold onto half a million for the kids to use when they get older for college or whatever the fuck they want to do with their lives. We’ve invested it so by the time they’re old enough to need it, who knows how much will be in that account.”

  “Your doing or hers?” I asked.

  “A bit of both. She’s smarter than she gives herself credit for,” Scratch said.

  I stared at the woman sleeping in my arms. “You like all that daddy shit, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I do. And don’t you say a fucking word to anyone, but we think Clarity might be pregnant again. She’ll know for sure after her appointment tomorrow. She’s been a little moodier lately, and you know how damn sweet and even tempered she usually is.”

  I snorted. “Yeah, as long as a club slut isn’t touching you.”

  He chuckled. “That’s the truth. I think she scared the shit out of them. I haven’t had a single one come on to me since that incident. And they make sure to warn the new girls.”

  I grinned, thinking about Jordan taking down one of those women. It would be hot as fuck to watch her in action. As much as I didn’t want her in danger, I wouldn’t mind seeing her kick the shit out of someone.

  “How’s Jordan?” Scratch asked.

  “Sleeping. She took a shower while I ran to get her some clothes and other crap women need, and when I came back she was passed out in my bed.”

  “Did she know it was yours?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Why?”

  I heard him crack his neck and braced for whatever was coming.

  “Listen, I wasn’t really going to make you claim her. Just wanted you to stop and think with the head on your shoulders and not your dick, but I think you may actually be what she needs right now. I know you’re worried about that guard showing up, but I think CJ might be a bigger problem, and he’s inside the compound with you.”

  I frowned. “Yeah, but he was pissed I would claim her. I think actually doing that would backfire and just make him even madder.”

  “So let her live there with you for a bit. Help her assimilate to civilian life again, make sure she knows that you have her back and so does the club. I think she needs a good support system right now, and obviously her brothers are a bunch of fuckups when it comes to taking care of her. If she seems to want more, then you have my permission to make her yours in whatever way you want. No club vote needed. The guys who met her already think she’s Devils material.”

  “Thanks, VP.”

  “Go take care of your girl. Clarity wants to meet her whenever Jordan is up for it. I’m sure Josie will want to as well once she hears you brought a woman home.”

  I snorted knowing he wasn’t wrong. Josie had felt outnumbered for a while, until Scratch had found Clarity. Those two were thick as thieves, but Clarity’s practical nature usually helped keep Josie in check. I didn’t know what would happen when we threw Jordan into the mix.

  “Call if you need anything,” Scratch said, then he disconnected the call.

  I set the phone on the table next to the bed and tried to just enjoy holding Jordan. I was glad to hear my club had my back and Jordan’s. If for some reason I wasn’t nearby, she could go to any of them for help and I had no doubt they’d step up. CJ could be a problem though. The comments he’d made when he saw Jordan at the clubhouse still bothered me, especially when he realized she was going home with me.

  Jordan began shifting around again, and soon her eyes opened. She looked confused for a moment, then smiled softly when she realized who was holding her. She buried her face in my chest and I heard her take a deep breath.

  “Does this mean you aren’t going to kick my ass for getting into bed with you?” I asked.

  She rubbed against me then reached between us and cupped my cock.

  “Depends. Are you going to do something with this?”

  “At the risk of losing my man card, are you sure about this? You’ve had the day from hell and I didn’t get into this bed expecting to do more than hold you.”

  She pressed her lips to mine in a brief, soft kiss. “It’s because I’ve had the day from hell that I need to feel you inside of me. Besides, in case you’ve forgotten, I’ve been locked up in a prison with a bunch of women for a year. What was the first thing you did when you got out?”

  I chuckled. “Downed a few beers and screwed anything female that came within arm’s length of me.”

  “So it’s okay for a man to do that and not a woman?” she asked, arching a brow.

  “Depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On if you plan to only screw me or if you’re going to try to take a ride on every dick in the compound.”

  She bit my bottom lip, making my cock jerk. “Only yours.”

  “Then I’d say we’re wearing too many clothes.”

  She pulled back and tugged my shirt over her head. Her body was even more beautiful than I’d imagined. Her skin was pale from not getting much sun the last year, and even though she was curvy as fuck, she had some muscle tone too. I could see how she could take down a man twice her size. I admired her body another moment before I pulled off my underwear and tossed it aside.

  Her gaze went wide as she stared at my cock.

  “Did you think I wouldn’t be size proportionate?” I asked.

  “I just… I’ve never seen one that big before.”

  I nearly choked as I tried not to laugh at the expression of awe on her face. I’d seen plenty of impressed women over the years, but none of them mattered. The way Jordan eyed my cock made me feel like a fucking king. I moved lightning fast and had her pinned to the bed within seconds. She blinked up at me then smiled slowly.

  “And what are you going to do with me now?” she asked.

  “Taste every inch of you.”

  I kissed her long and hard before I sampled every dip and curve. Her breasts weren’t that big, but they were a tempting handful. Her nipples were so fucking responsive I wondered if I could make her come just by sucking on them. I figured she had a lot of orgasms coming to her, and I intended to be the only man giving them. I licked and sucked at her nipples some more, then lightly bit one. She cried out and her body bucked under me.

  With a groan, I teased her pussy with my fingers and felt how fucking wet she was. Christ! She really had come just from me playing with her nipples. I bet she’d go off like a rocket when I ate her pretty little pussy. There was only one way to find out. I kissed my way down her body until my shoulders spread her thighs wide. The hair covering her mound was trimmed really damn short. I looked up at her, knowing the prison hadn’t let her do that.

  “I may have borrowed your trimmers,” she said. “But I didn’t touch your razor.”

  I closed my eyes and just breathed a moment. Now every time I touched the damn things, I’d know they’d been used on this delectable pussy. I spread her lips and gave her a long, slow lick. When my tongue touched her clit, her body tensed and she made a low keening noise. My gaze fastened on her face as I sucked the little bud into my mouth, and fuck if she didn’t come again. I’d never had a woman respond so fast before, or so easily.

  I made her come twice more, lapping up her cream each time, before I braced my weight over her and pressed my hips to hers. My cock brushed against her wet folds and I was so fucking tempted to just sink inside, but I was just sane enough to remember I needed to wrap my dick first. I’d never been inside a woman bare before, and had never been tempted until now.

  When I opened the bedside table drawer I froze a second, remembering Scratch say he’d knocked up Clarity when a condom broke. I stared at the box in the drawer and tried really fucking hard to remember when I’d gotten it, or where. I never brought women here, but every now and then I’d stash a box of condoms here just in case it ever happened. Usually, I grabbed a condom out of the community supply at the clubhouse.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.


  “Not sure I trust the condoms I have stashed here.”

  “I’m clean,” she said. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

  “More worried that you’ll kick me in the balls if I knock you up.”

  She tugged on my beard until I looked down at her. “Put the damn thing on, then get inside of me. I’m not waiting while you go get more.”

  I glanced at the condoms again. “What if they break? Or maybe they’re defective?”

  “I believe in fate,” Jordan said. “If we use protection and I end up pregnant, then it’s meant to be. Maybe that baby will grow up and cure cancer or something.”

  I looked down at the sexy woman lying under me. “You serious?”

  “It’s not like I’ll make you step up and take care of us. I’ll get a job and figure things out.”

  I growled and nipped her on the jaw. “You get pregnant, you better damn sure believe I’m taking responsibility. Fuck, Jordan! I already want to keep you in my damn bed. You think I’m kicking you out if I knock you up?”

  “No,” she said softly. “You seem like the honorable kind of guy who would do the right thing. Ryan. Shut up and fuck me. Either put on the damn condom or don’t, but don’t make me wait anymore.”

  I stared into her eyes and it was like I was looking at my future. The way she looked up at me so trustingly, the way her body had responded to my touch… I probably wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be making monumental decisions, but fuck it. I sank into her wet heat and locked my gaze with her as I filled her. She moaned and her eyes dilated as I sank balls deep inside of her.

  As much as I wanted to pound into her, I used slow, easy thrusts, enjoying the hell out of her expressions and her rapid, shallow breaths that told me she was already fucking close to coming again.

  “That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

  She gripped my biceps, her nails biting into my skin, and she came apart under me, her pussy damn near strangling my cock, I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore. I took her harder and faster, not stopping until I came with a roar. My cum slicked her tight little pussy as I came harder than I ever had before. My muscles trembled when the last drop left my balls and I breathed heavily as I stared at the beautiful angel lying under me.

  “You’re mine, Jordan. Fuck giving you a choice or giving a shit what anyone else thinks. After that, I’m damn sure not letting you walk out.”

  She threaded her fingers in my hair and pulled me down for a kiss.

  “I’m right where I want to be,” she said against my lips.

  My cock was already getting hard again and I had a feeling it was going to be a long day and night, because I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of her.

  Chapter Five

  Jordan

  “Did you buy out the entire store?” I asked as I stared at what had to be close to twenty sacks of clothes, shoes, and bathroom crap. “I figured you’d buy me one or two things to get by for now.”

  He smacked my ass. “Nope. Wanted to make sure you had everything you needed.”

  I grinned and grabbed his cock through his jeans. “Everything I need is right here.”

  His eyes heated. “Keep that up and you’ll end up bent over the nearest piece of furniture, and I know you’re sore.”

  He wasn’t wrong about that. We’d had a sex marathon well into the morning hours, only stopping long enough to eat or take a short bathroom break, then we were back at it. I’d never felt the way I did when I was with Havoc. He made my body sing, but it was more than that. I felt like we were connected, almost like we were supposed to have found each other. Crazy probably, but I couldn’t deny that I was addicted to him already.

  “Get dressed and I’ll make breakfast for us. Then I need you tell me everything you can about the guard who assaulted you,” he said. “If he comes for you, I want to be prepared.”

  “You really think he’ll try to track me down? How could he even find me here?” I asked.

  “You can’t stay behind the compound gates forever, baby. Sooner or later, someone will see you around town. He could live here. If he sees you with any of us, then he’ll know where you are.”

  “Right.” I blew out a breath. “I’ll just put on something real quick and head to the kitchen.”

  He kissed me hard. “I’m going to keep you safe. You hear me?”

  “Yeah, I hear you.” I smiled. “My big, bad biker won’t let the boogeyman get me.”

  “Damn straight.” He winked at me before walking out of the bedroom.

  We’d showered separately since we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other, and while I’d gotten cleaned up, he’d hauled all my new things into the bedroom. I had no clue what to do with everything. We hadn’t exactly discussed the logistics of how this would work. For now, I just dug through the sacks and pulled out panties, a bra, a tank, and some denim shorts. Quickly putting everything on, I ran my new brush through my hair and braided it, then tied it off with the elastics he’d bought as well.

  I eyed the sacks again. There was no way that big, burly man had chosen all this girly crap. I could see him selecting the sexy stuff, but the rest? It smacked of a woman helping him, and for some reason that made me feel insanely jealous. Not that I had a right to be. Or did I? He’d said he was keeping me, but I wasn’t entirely clear on what he meant by that. We hadn’t really talked much, mostly just fucked like bunnies.

  The fact he hadn’t used a condom even once made me press a hand to my belly. I’d told him if he knocked me up then it was meant to be, but at the time, I’d thought it would be a one-shot deal. He’d filled me with his cum at least a half dozen times. Was he trying to get me pregnant? We definitely needed to talk at some point, and about something other than my predicament. I needed to know what place I held in his life before I said or did something that landed me in a heap of trouble.

  The smell of bacon frying teased my nose as I got closer to the kitchen. He stood at the stove, shirtless and barefoot, and I had to admit it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He’d towel dried his hair, but hadn’t combed or brushed it yet, and it stood up in disarray, making him look like we’d just been fucking. I must have let out the sigh I felt building because he turned and smiled at me, giving me a wink.

  “If you’re a vegetarian or something, better tell me before I make a run to the store tomorrow,” he said. “Until then, you’re stuck eating whatever I have left in the house. Not that you’ve complained so far when I’ve fed you meat.”

  “Nope. I like meat,” I said, eyeing his ass in those tight jeans. It was like the denim was made just for him the way it molded to his thick thighs, and everywhere else important.

  He snorted and I looked up, realizing he’d caught me checking him out.

  “Behave,” he said.

  “But we have so much fun when I don’t.”

  “Seriously, baby. As much as I’d love to spend the next week in bed with you, there are things we need to take care of, like making sure you’re safe.”

  Speaking of safe… “Are you trying to get me pregnant?”

  His shoulders tensed then he slowly looked at me over his shoulder. “Maybe I am.”

  Huh. Hearing him admit it made me feel… I didn’t know what the hell I felt. “Why?”

  “If you’re pregnant, you won’t run far.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Ryan, do I look like I’m running? If I do run, it’s only to take a leap straight onto your cock. I don’t think you have to worry about me slipping away in the middle of the night. It’s like you’re crack and I’m an addict.”

  He smirked then turned back to the stove. I pulled out a chair and sat. I felt useless, but I still didn’t know where he kept everything, or if he even wanted me rummaging around in his kitchen. Seemed kind of silly considering his mouth had been all over my body, but I knew some people were particular about others digging through their things.

  I didn’t say anything more as he finished making breakfast, then
set a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of me, and another plate for himself directly across from mine. He poured two cups of coffee then sat down, sliding one of the mugs over to me. I’d never been a huge coffee drinker, except for my guilty pleasure which was a white mocha once a week, but I sipped at the brew and was pleasantly surprised.

  “It’s not that cheap shit you get at the store,” he said.

  “I didn’t say anything.”

  “You looked shocked when you took a swallow.” He smiled. “I get it from this company that is veteran owned and operated. Have to order it online, but it’s worth it.”

  “It’s really good,” I said, taking another sip.

  “Eat up and then I want to hear everything, from start to finish. Including why you were arrested to begin with.”

  I felt my face pale and wondered if he’d think my temper was so cute when he heard why I’d been locked up. Most men didn’t want a girlfriend who lost her shit and got arrested for assault. I didn’t think even a guy like Havoc would be all that thrilled.

  I ate as slowly as I could, even when he was finished and staring at me with his arms folded. It made me feel a little like I was in trouble, except he was far from being my parent, even if he was probably old enough to have a kid my age. Age was just a number though, and I honestly didn’t care how old he was. It was refreshing that an older man liked me, since the college and high school boys I’d dated up to this point were all dismal failures. I’d only had sex with one other person in my life, and it had been horrible. He definitely hadn’t known what the hell he was doing, but Havoc did. Maybe I’d seen one too many romantic comedies, or read too many books, but surely there wouldn’t be so many stories out there about how amazing sex was unless there were guys who could actually please a woman. I’d always wanted to find one.

  When I stuffed the last bite of food into my mouth, I knew I was out of time. Whatever bliss I’d experienced since Havoc had brought me home yesterday would be gone soon enough. Men didn’t want violent women in their lives, right? Yeah, they might talk a good game, but I doubted that deep down they really wanted someone like me. Hell, just the fact I’d been in jail would run most guys off. Maybe not Havoc since he’d said he’d done time. That should probably bother me, knowing he’d been in jail and possibly still did illegal stuff, but he made me feel so safe and so special it honestly didn’t bother me.