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  I don’t know where that nickname or term of endearment comes from, but it sounds good rolling off my tongue. “Yes,” she moans, pushing against my finger.

  Her pussy is wet as I move the tip of my middle finger up and down her swollen nub. “You’re so goddamn wet,” I groan, wishing to hell I could push my jeans down, pull my cock out, and shove it deeply into that wet heat.

  Attaching my lips back to her neck, I inhale deeply. “God, you smell so damn good,” I moan as I nip at the flesh with my teeth.

  “I wanted to smell good for you,” she admits, pushing against my hand. “I wanted to look good for you, to entice you to lose control.”

  “You’ve got me there, baby. I’m losing complete fucking control when it comes to you,” I growl out between gritted teeth.

  “Me too,” she growls out, gasping as I move my hand further down, using two fingers to push inside her tight tunnel. A loud moan erupts from her throat as another group of people exit the bar.

  “Shhh.” I take my hand off her tit and move it up to her mouth, flattening my palm against her lips as she lets out another loud moan.

  She’s talking as she thrusts against my fingers, dragging her clit along my thumb. The words are muffled against my skin and I can feel her tightening against me. “C’mon baby girl,” I whisper into her ear. “Give me what I want, and in case you aren’t sure what that is, it’s you coming against my hand.”

  Another muffled scream and I feel her tighten against me, feel her come, and then collapse against me as her knees give out. Tightening my arm around her waist, I hold her up, as she tries to catch her breath.

  “You okay?”

  Her head rolls against my shoulder, as she continues to try and catch her breath.

  “Jesus Christ, Holden. I think you blew my mind,” she laughs, running her hands along her body.

  My laugh is strangled. “You’re lucky I didn’t blow my load in my jeans.” I pull her face around, kissing her soundly on the lips, giving her a taste of my tongue.

  “Why don’t we go home and you can blow your load inside me?” Her voice is throaty and deep.

  I freeze. “Are you serious?”

  She turns to face me, boxing me in with her hands on either side of my body. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. I’m ready, Holden.”

  I inhale deeply. “Then let’s go.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Leighton

  I can’t believe I just said what I did. Telling him we can go home and he can blow his load inside of me. I’ve never been so brazen before, never let this part of my personality out to play. The things this man does to me should be illegal in all fifty states and the damn District of Columbia.

  “Should we have gone in and said goodbye to everyone?” I ask as we drive along the backroads toward our home.

  He sets the cruise, then braces his feet on the floorboard of the truck, lifting up as he pulls at the crotch of his jeans. He groans when I suspect he gets a little breathing room in the tightness of the fabric. “Trust me, the way we were all over each other in there, I’m pretty sure they understand where we’ve gone and why.”

  “Were we that bad?” I ask, embarrassed with the way I acted in public, behind a bar. I’ve never been that out of control before, never had a man make me feel the way he made me feel in those crazy moments of abandon. I can’t even blame it on the alcohol I’ve consumed. I wanted him, wanted him to do what he did to me, wanted to do what I did to him.

  His dark eyes glow in the light thrown at us from the dashboard of the truck as he looks at me. His gaze is feral, turned on, dangerous. Holy hell it’s a danger I want to be a part of. When he speaks, his voice is ragged against vocal chords that sound shredded. “I can taste you, I can smell you, and I can still feel your body against mine. That started over two hours ago, Leigh. Everybody in that bar knows exactly what we’re going home to do.”

  I glance over at the man who just had his fingers inside me, who made me come apart in his arms. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. I’ve always held myself tight and strong, never allowing anyone to see the real me beneath the skin. The one who feels, wants, and desires the things normal women do. For so long I’ve had to hide who I really am. It feels good to know with this man, I can truly be me. And he appreciates me for who I am.

  “Are we really going to do this when we get to the house?” he asks, gripping the steering wheel. “Once we take this step, Leigh, we can’t go back from it. I know myself,” he reaches over, grasping my hand in his, “once I’ve had a taste, I’m not letting you go.”

  “Perfect.” I shoot him what I hope is a sexy-as-sin grin. I’m not playing a part; I want this, but I’ve never been the type of girl to ever get what I want. Knowing I can finally have this? It’s a fear and a mind-blowing moment at the same time. One I’ve never known, one I never hoped for. “Once I have a taste of you, I’m not letting you go, either.”

  It’s important to me to make a claim on him. Somewhere in the middle of this crazy life we’ve been living, I’ve come to crave him. I’ve come to live my life for him, with him, and I can’t see myself letting him go. If I have to, I’m not sure I’ll ever get over it. It will completely wreck and destroy me, and I’ve had enough of that to last a lifetime.

  As he pulls into our driveway and parks, he shuts the truck off. I run my hands against my thighs, shivering as my skin responds, still hyper stimulated from the bar.

  “You sure you want to do this?” he asks one last time, his eyes boring into mine. He keeps his hands on the steering wheel and I can see the whiteness of his knuckles, showing me the superhuman grip he has on his control.

  “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. I want to be with you, have wanted to be with you since the first moment I saw you.”

  He glances over at me. “You mean when you kissed the shit out of me in Birmingham?”

  “No,” I grin, shaking my head, “the first time you ever came to my house and questioned my dad and grandfather. I stood there, in the corner, watching as you did your best to treat them with respect, even though they were being assholes to you. You were one of the best looking men I’d ever seen in my life, but I knew I was too young. I’m not sure why we’ve come to be in each other’s lives the way we are. There’s a part of me, though, that wonders if it wasn’t meant to happen this way.”

  He’s quiet for a long moment, and I wonder if I’ve said too much.

  “Ya know, I’ve wondered that too.” He plays with his keyring. “We’ve consistently been put in each other’s path, or in each other’s lives for years. I’m not sorry I made the decision to marry you.”

  My heart flutters in a way I never imagined possible, because I never thought I’d have this with any man, much less the one I wanted. It’s not a declaration of love, but it’s the closest I’ve ever gotten. Smiling at him, I echo his sentiments. “Best decision I ever made, too.”

  * * *

  He helps me out of the truck and as soon as I’m in his arms, we’re all over each other. We trip against each other’s feet as we try to make our way across the gravel drive, laughing and giggling when we both almost fall. His strong arms hold me tighter as his mouth takes mine. Up the steps and into the house we go. The minute he slams the door shut, we’re all over each other again. Even more than when we were at the bar. I’m pressed up against the wall, and my hands are working Holden’s jeans down his hips, the same as he’s pushing my jeans down my hips. Once we’re both naked from the waist down, I know this isn’t a game. Neither one of us seem to be able to wait any longer. His hands cup my thighs, coming around my ass to pick me up and hold me against the wall.

  He spreads my legs wider, nestling in between them. He coats his cock with my wetness and he’s at my entrance, pressing in, before I know it. I’m opening to him, dying to feel the stretch of his girth, his length. Right as he’s about to press inside, there’s a knock at the door.

  “Havoc, I ne
ed to talk to you.”

  “What?” I’m breathing harshly, trying to pull myself out of the haze of passion. “Who is that?”

  He groans, throwing his head back on his shoulders, before bringing it forward and letting it hit the wall with a thud. “Fucking Ace, and if he’s here, there’s a problem,” he assures me. “I’ve got to take care of this.”

  I’m disappointed but trying not to let it show. “You do what you have to. I’ll go in the bedroom so you two can have some privacy.”

  “We’re coming back to this,” he promises. “Maybe not tonight, but we’ve come too far now to ever turn back.” He leans in, giving me a harsh kiss before we both go about putting our clothes back on.

  “Be there in a sec,” he yells to Ace.

  And I know without a doubt, my night is over.

  Havoc

  “This better be good. You have no idea what you fucking interrupted in there,” I grumble as I walk out onto the porch, leaving my shirt untucked. No reason for my guy to see what he interrupted. Make no mistake, it’s very obvious.

  “I know, I called the guys at the bar to see if you were still there with them. They told me that you and Leighton left together. I’m sorry, but we have a situation.”

  This is my job, it’s everything I have to deal with on a daily basis and none of the crimes committed or the emergencies care that I’m about to get laid. “Lay it on me.” I walk with him out to his truck. “What we got?”

  “There was a field party out on Cooper’s Creek tonight, and we busted it up.”

  “Damn,” I shake my head. “School just got out last week, they already having field parties?”

  “You and I both know it’s the only thing to do around here, but that’s not why I’m here. We found ’shine.”

  I curse under my breath. “So they’re back up and running.”

  “I’m assuming they are. One more thing that’s going to make your night fucking a-maz-ing. When we broke it up, a couple of kids were worried about a couple who’d gone to get some alone time. They called the K-9 unit because it’s obviously dark as shit out there. The dog hit on a spot in the woods. There’s a grave, with a body.”

  “Son of a bitch,” I sigh. Can this night get any worse? “How old?”

  “Won’t know until they get all the tests back, but they’ll have to send off for dental records. That’s how old it is. CSI was out there, as well as the Alabama Bureau of Investigation. Some were putting time of death due to decomp at fifteen plus years.”

  Well that makes my life a little better. It’s an older one, which means I have time, because the initial forensics won’t get back for months. “Alright, let me go in and approve all the shit you’re gonna need to finish up your shift tonight. I’m off tomorrow, so we’ll reconvene when I get back, unless you need to talk about something right now?”

  “I’m straight, and I’m really sorry I interrupted you.”

  “Hey, it’s what I get for making the big bucks.” I shoot him a grin.

  As I watch Ace leave, I shake my head. Fucking ’shine, a dead body, and a field party. So much for wanting to have a date night with my wife. I go back inside the house, seeing Leighton sitting on the couch, looking up at me with those big eyes of hers. “Why don’t you go to sleep, I gotta go to the station, and you look like you need to sleep the shots off a little.”

  “Sounds like a good idea,” she agrees. “But I’m gonna miss you.” She wraps her arms around my neck as I pick her up and carry her to bed.

  As I tuck her in, kissing her forehead, I sigh at the turn this night took. Definitely not what I was planning on.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Havoc

  Frustration eats at me hardcore, especially after the many close calls Leighton and I have had. Namely last night. I groan loudly – I can still feel her heat on the tip of my dick – the wetness coating it as I almost slipped inside her. Fucking Ace. I could have killed him, could still kill him, for interrupting that moment. I woke up with her on my mind, wanting to pick up where we left off, but realized she had to work today when I found her side of the bed empty. Since then, I’ve been in a foul mood, ready to rip my skin off my muscle.

  I almost went to work today, even though it’s my day off, just to give me something to do. Maybe arrest a few people and get rid of this irritation and frustration riding high in me, tensing my body. I don’t have that release today though, haven’t had that sexual release in almost two years. Remembering the way she trembled in my arms, how she arched for my touch, how she moaned when my mouth connected with the tightness of her nipple has me growling. There’s only one thing for me to do; I’m gonna have to work out until I drop. Go until there’s no more go in me left and I’m collapsing because I’ve given it everything I have.

  Rolling my shoulders, I strip off the shirt that’s feeling way too restrictive and push my athletic shorts a little further down on my hips. Even though they’re loose, they aren’t doing anything for the erection still there from last night.

  Heading out to the garage where I have some equipment, I open the bay doors and do a few stretches, limbering myself up. Thinking better of it, I stop and turn on a few of the oscillating fans I keep out here. Temps in the low-eighties mean it’ll be almost unbearable in here by the time I’m done. When I’m sufficiently warmed up, I use the code to unlock my cell phone, connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker I keep there for just this purpose. The sounds of my playlist – Metallica, Five Finger Death Punch, Avenged Sevenfold, and any other angry rock I could find – fill the empty space. I let the first loud beats roll through my body and then I hit the treadmill hard.

  Doing my best to control my breathing and hold my form, I run. I run away from the feelings my wife evokes in me. Run like hell from the way I want her, the way my body craves her. It’s driving me crazy, making me insane, and I’m scared to death it’s going to cause me to make a stupid decision.

  One mile goes by, then two, and three. Still I’m wound up; I’m not relaxing at all. If anything, I’m hornier than when I started. Probably all the adrenaline flowing through my body along with the testosterone.

  Panting, I bend at the waist and spy my pull-up bar. Stepping off the treadmill, I make my way over to it, grasp the metal, and start pulling my weight up. When that still doesn’t work, I stop, strap some weight around my waist, and then go back to work.

  I concentrate on my breathing, hold my legs tight, pull up with my arms, hold it, and then control my descent back down again. I don’t know for how long I do this, how many reps I do – all I know is when I’m done, my arms are jelly. I’m breathing heavy and I’m tired, but the need for her persists.

  I still can’t get Leighton out of my head.

  My skin prickles with awareness for the first time since I came out here. Turning to face the doors, I see the object of my desire, basically my obsession, looking at me like she could eat me alive.

  Interesting, because that’s exactly what I want to do to her. I’m trying to catch my breath when she starts strutting toward me, and make no mistake about it, it’s a strut. It’s like I’ve conjured her from all my impure thoughts, and she’s here to do everything I’ve been thinking about since before I put a ring on her finger. Her purse drops to her side, the contents spilling out across the concrete floor, but neither one of us seem to care.

  Her hips are swaying, her ass is probably shaking, and she’s got this look in her eyes I’ve never seen before. It’s hunger, desire, and need all in one.

  “I thought you were at work,” my voice is gruff as I speak to her.

  The walk to me seems like it’s a million miles, because she’s still making her way across the garage. I move my eyes from her face, take in the flush of her chest, those fucking hard nipples that always give her away, and the way her hands are gripped at her sides.

  “Left early.” She finally gets close enough to me that I can touch her. “I missed you.”

  Those words are a punch to my gut and I k
now without a doubt, this is it. The moment we’ve been waiting for, the piece of time we’ve been skirting. I’ll be damned if anyone stops me now.

  Leighton

  “I missed you.”

  When I finally get to him, I put my hands on his sweaty stomach, caress the firm ridges there, and lick my lips. He’s a feast I want to partake in, an ice cream sundae on a hot day, and I’ve been given permission to have it before my main course. After last night, I’m ready to be honest, I’m ready to stop messing around.

  “I want you, need you, crave you, and if I don’t have you, Holden, I’m going to go insane.”

  He makes this sound in his throat, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life, as his hands cup my jaw and bring my mouth to his.

  This kiss…

  Is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. It’s one without restraint, without censure, and it’s out of control from the moment his lips touch mine. Shoving his hands into my hair, he adjusts my mouth to his liking, jerking me to the side, so that he can step further into my personal space.

  With over two-hundred pounds of muscle coming down on me, I grab hold of him around the waist, pulling our bodies together. Moving my hands up his slippery back, I grasp at his muscles, holding on tightly as his tongue slips between my lips claiming every inch of real estate for himself. He’s marking me so that no one else can ever stand a chance. Ruining me because he’s so good at what he does. When he pulls back, nipping at me, I open my eyes and am hit with a punch by the desire I see in his.

  “Fuck I want you, and I don’t wanna stop this time. But goddamn I don’t have a condom out here.” His voice is low, deep with arousal, and the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

  Fuck fighting anything anymore. We’ve fought it the whole time. Let’s just give in and see where that gets us. “You’re good, we’re covered, I’m not stopping either.”