Chapter Six
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Chapter Six
Darcie
A heavy arm was flung over my waist, and for the moment before I came fully awake, I revelled in the masculine weight of it. The feeling of being safe in the arms of a strong man, was there anything better? Especially when strong fingers were playing absently over the skin of your lower belly. I mean, seriously, was there any better way to be woken up?
“You awake?” The deep voice jolted me fully awake, and the fingers that had been toying with the hem of my panties suddenly tightened on my stomach as I pulled myself away. Had I really just been rubbing my ass against Havoc’s crotch whilst his fingers teased at the very edge of my underwear? It was bad enough that I had to sleep in the same bed as him. It was mortifying that I had, just for a moment, forgotten who I was in bed with.
Had I been making s*x sounds?
Jesus.
If I had made s*x sounds at him, I may as well die right now because I would not be able to look him in the face.
“Don’t move.” His voice was husky with sleep, his breath flowing over the back of my neck. “What do you think you are doing?” I wasn’t really angry, but anger had always been my go-to when I was embarrassed.
“Waking up,” His chuckle was dirty. “Waking you up as well.”
I couldn’t help but suck in a breath as I felt him press against my ass. My cotton panties offered up absolutely no protection against the steely hardness he was rubbing against me. “And…will you stop doing that?” I jerked away, and his chuckle followed me. But this time, he didn’t pull me back against him. “Do you always feel up unconscious girls?” Sitting on the edge of the bed, I whirled on him. And instantly regretted it.
There was no embarrassment on his face as he reclined back on the pillows, one muscled arm flung casually behind his head and the blankets perilously low over his hips.
Someone was VERY happy this morning.
My eyes skidded away guiltily. And then flicked back over the long lines of his body, back down to….
Nope. I would not stare at his body. I would show some restraint, I would… His hand trailed up the back of my thigh, making me jump.
“Come back to bed .”
“What, so you can rub your c**k against my ass?” I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but again they wandered down to linger on the tented sheet.
His smile grew even wider.
Son of a b***h.
“I could rub it somewhere else if you like?” I watched his hand as it disappeared under the sheet, unable to look away.
Surely he wouldn’t?
“Or you could…” He left the rest of the sentence unsaid. “Don’t look like that.” His words were teasing, but I still blushed. My eyes trained on the relative safety of his chest. There was no way I could look at his face, and looking any further down was just not safe for my health. Probably my s****l health. Men like him were just walking STDs, so I concentrated on the silver hoop hanging from his n****e. n****e rings were safe.
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t know whether you want to punch me or climb on top of me and see what all the fuss is about. Baby, believe me, I’ll make you choose the second one.”
My cheeks puffed as I blew out a breath. “You really are something else, you know that, right?”
“You liked what you saw.” He stretched, and the sheet fell even lower. I couldn’t help it; my eyes followed his happy trail down.
“It’s just a shame it’s attached to you.” I didn’t even know why I was being so antagonistic. Maybe because men like Havoc needed to be brought down a peg or two. Perhaps because I found him and his ego unbelievably hot, and that was worrying all by itself. Either way, it didn’t matter. I could look. Hell he was very easy on the eyes, but I didn’t have to stroke his ego and play nice.
He laughed, not offended at all. He didn’t seem to get offended by much of what I said at all. I would just have to try harder.
“Shower?”
I blinked down at him in surprise. A shower was exactly what I needed. “Yes, please.”
“Great, let me grab my s**t, and I’ll…”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m coming in with you; we are a couple, remember? Don’t look so freaked out, woman.” He shook his head. “I’m not into chicks who don’t want it. The shower is just the easiest place for us to talk without being overheard.” He winked. “Plus, I really need to see you wet.”
A sharp knock on the door interrupted me before I could even think about a scathing retort, and for a second, we stared at each other, both of us standing by the side of the bed like we didn’t know what to do.
“On the bed,” he hissed. “And lose the shirt.”
What did he mean ‘lose the shirt’? Did he really expect me to strip off the T-shirt I had been sleeping in?
Not that he gave me any chance to argue. I tumbled back onto the mattress with a squeak as he settled himself between my thighs. One calloused hand wrapped my leg over his shoulder, and the other delved under the hem of the grey band T-shirt.
“Make it believable.” His breath brushed across my inner thighs, and for a second, I fought the urge to moan.
How long had it been since a man’s head had been between my thighs? Lucas had never been a great fan of oral. Unless, of course, he was the one receiving it.
Havoc moved up my body slightly, placing a kiss on each of my hips. And this time, I didn’t fight the moan that erupted from me.
It felt good to be kissed. To be worshipped. Even if it was all make-believe, my body reacted like it was real.
The knock sounded again, and Havoc made a grumbled sound deep in his throat. Like a growl. “What?”
”Shit.” The man’s voice broke into a chuckle as the door bounced open. “Didn’t mean to interrupt…” Another laugh and then silence.
Was he watching us from the doorway? Like some voyeur?
I had expected Havoc to climb off of me. To maybe cover my body from view either with his own or with the quilt. But he did neither.
He just lazily kissed from one hip to another, right along the hemline of my panties. As I fought back the urge to whimper and moan.
“What do you want?” His grip on my thigh tightened.
“I…” Another wicked laugh. “Fang wants to see you downstairs. But I feel bad for making you leave your woman so unsatisfied.” The floorboard squeaked, and my eyes flew open as Havoc’s head moved. He rubbed his bristly chin against my thigh.
“I can always take over until you get back.”
The rubbing stopped as abruptly as it had started.
“You what?”
“I said…”
Havoc didn’t let him finish. He was off the bed so quickly that I almost fell off. His hand curled around the other man’s throat, pinning him to the wall.
“I heard what you said, asshole.” His hands tightened until his knuckles turned white. And I could do nothing but stare at them as they squeezed the life out of the man who was spluttering for breath just a few metres away.
“Don’t…” he spat each word, spittle flying. “Ever f*****g assume I would ever let you touch her. In fact.” His hands tightened even more. “Don’t even look at her.”
I opened my mouth to tell him to stop and closed it again with a snap as he glared at me.
I had to remember he was doing this for me. To keep me safe.
Which was more than his brother had done when some stranger had his hand on my breast groping me.
Havoc was going postal just because someone looked at me wrong and said something crude.
I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t have to. I just had to keep quiet and play along.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes.” The voice was warbled.
“Good.” His hand loosened, and the man sagged against the wall. His face was lined with anger.
This wasn’t over. I knew it just by looking at them. It was far, far from over.
“She’s my woman; no one touches her. No one ….” He glanced at me over his shoulder. “Stay here. I’ll take you for that shower when I get back.” His blue eyes met mine. “Don’t leave this room without me. These fuckers obviously can’t be trusted around you yet.” He seemed to be waiting for my answer, his eyes narrowing.
I nodded once.
There was no way in hell I was leaving the room without him. If he didn’t trust his own friends, then I sure as hell didn’t either.
I would stay right here.
“And lock the door behind me.”
***
“It’s just me.” His voice was steely from the other side of the closed door and I hurried across the small room to throw the bolt and let him back in.
Stepping back instinctively as the anger on his face washed over me. Whatever had happened in the fifteen minutes since he had left had obviously not been good.
I was about to ask him what had happened when he started laughing.
”What?” I smoothed my hands down the outfit I had picked out from the clothes that had been left for me.
I hadn’t thought I looked terrible, so his laughter hurt. “You don’t like it.” I popped out a hip in the tiny denim shorts that were far too small for me. And his eyes followed the movement like I knew they would.
He really did have a thing for my hips.
At first, I thought I had imagined the way his eyes and hands seemed to linger. But I was pretty sure of it now.
“I like that you have so much skin on show but do I like you wearing those?” He shook his head. “No, I don’t like you dressed like a club girl. I like you soft and feminine.” He added as an afterthought. “But it’s fine; we are out of here. Put your own clothes on. I’ll take you out shopping later today or tomorrow, so you have your own stuff….” He frowned, turning to me when I didn’t move. “What is it?”
“Where are we going?”
“My house. Well, my mum’s house anyway. Fang thinks it might be safer if you stay there for now.” He didn’t seem too happy about the idea. His frown deepened.
“You want me to go and stay with your mum?” I couldn’t keep the shock out of my voice.
“No. My mum is…well my mum doesn’t live there. No one really does. I only stay there now and then, so it’s nothing special. Hell, I can’t even remember if I’ve done the dishes.” He gave a shrug. “But you will be able to have a shower in peace at least. You will be safe there.” He added as an afterthought.
“Your family home?”
He raised an eyebrow in question.
“Are there going to be pictures of little Havoc?” I couldn’t help the giggle in my voice.
He was such a brute of a man. All muscles and anger…no, not anger.
Passion.
Passion and violence.
It was weird to think of him as a young boy, and I desperately wanted to see those pictures. I wanted to see what he was like before life had jaded him.
He didn’t say anything for thirty whole seconds, just stared at me.
“Just get f*****g ready, Darcie.”
Oops seemed like I had struck a nerve.
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