“Yes,” I said, and reached into my car to retrieve them.

A couple of minutes later, we’d exchanged details, and he gave me one last look before leaving.  It was the kind of look that gave a woman goosebumps; good goosebumps, and it didn’t fail to cause that reaction in me.  He was still annoyed, but something else seemed to be passing between us as well now; a sexy something that curled itself deliciously around me, and begged me to pursue it.  But I refused.  And I let him go without another word.

Fuck.  He’d left me with a need I couldn’t get filled anywhere else.  It was a need that only one man I’d ever been with had been able to fill.  And that man was him.  Fuck, this really was a shit day.

Chapter Four

Havoc

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I scrubbed my hand over my face as I listened to what Yvette was saying.  My sister could be a cranky bitch sometimes, and tonight was no exception.  She was currently giving me her opinion on my choice of lifestyle and the fact it was taking me away from our family at a time she felt I was needed.

When she stopped speaking, I asked, “You finished?”

“That depends.  You listening?”

I checked the time on the kitchen clock.  It was nearly ten pm and we’d just gotten back to Dad’s house where I was now staying after leaving the motel where I’d been.  Dad had been admitted to hospital with more chest pain.  The doctors were concerned he was at risk of another heart attack and wanted to monitor him.  So we’d left him there and finally come home; I was tired and ready for bed.  And having Yvette rant at me about moving back to Brisbane really was the last thing I needed after the long day I’d had.  “I’m always listening, sis, but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna do what you want.  There’s a reason I left Brisbane, and I can’t say I’m in a hurry to come back permanently.”

She blew out a long, angry breath.  “I hate that bitch for driving you out of town.”

“Yeah, well it was more than just her, and you know that.”

My phone rang, interrupting us, not that I minded.  It wasn’t a number I knew, and normally I wouldn’t answer it, but my desire to get out of this conversation made me hit answer.  “What?” I snapped into the phone.

The smoky female voice that came through was one that was etched into my memory.  “I am not a bad driver.”  Her words were slurred, and I could barely hear her over the noise in the background.  I guessed she was at a pub, drunk.

“I’ll have to take your word for it, babe, because you were this afternoon.”  I began walking to my bedroom, ignoring Yvette’s questioning stare.

“Yeah, well I was having a really bad fucking afternoon.  My teacher threatened to fail me if I didn’t screw him, and then I was running late for work, and the guy behind me kept honking at me, and...and, I just need you to know I’m normally a good driver.  A really fucking excellent fucking driver.”  She was getting worked up now, and I listened with amusement which surprised the hell out of me; usually women who rambled annoyed the shit out of me.  “So you can take your judgemental attitude and shove it where the sun don’t shine, Mr Perfect Biker who must never have a bad day.”

I laid down on my bed, stretched my aching body, and responded to her bullshit.  “A couple of things, darlin’.  Number one, I am far from perfect and I have bad days all the fuckin’ time.  Number two, I hope you told your teacher to go fuck himself, and number three, how the fuck old are you if you’re still in school?”  I hoped to Christ she wasn’t a teenager; I’d thought she was closer to my age.

“Pffftt...I’m twenty-three.  Why, how old are you?”

Thank fuck for that.  “Thirty-one.”

“And I did tell him to go fuck himself.  And I also told him I’d fuck him over if he messed with me.  Shit, can you believe he did that?”

I didn’t doubt for a minute that she’d mess with him if he failed her.  “Babe, I’ve met worse men so yeah I can believe it.”

She sighed a long breath into the phone, and I enjoyed the effect she was having on me.  I rubbed my hand over my hard dick, and closed my eyes.  I hadn’t fucked anyone since her, and now I wanted back in her sweet pussy.  As that was unlikely to happen, I decided to keep her talking while I jacked off.

“Havoc, I need sex, and there’s not a man in this club who I want to have it with.”

“You want me to talk dirty to you?”  I squeezed myself and groaned, enjoying the new direction she was taking.  What I really fucking wanted was for her to talk dirty to me, and knowing her mouth, I had no doubt she’d be good at it.

“No, I want you to fuck me.”

“Not gonna happen tonight, darlin’, I’m too damn tired to move, let alone fuck.”  I couldn’t believe the shit coming out of my mouth, but it was true.  I was done for the day.

“That’s a shame; I loved having your cock in my mouth, and really fucking loved sucking your balls,” she breathed into the phone, causing my dick to throb with need.

A male voice filtered through the line.  “Sweetheart, you can have my balls in your mouth anytime.”

My eyes shot open, and I sat up, waiting for her reply.

“Fuck off, asshole,” she muttered, still slurring her words.




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