Havoc (Storm MC #8) by Nina LevineGenre: MC Romance Cover Designer: Romantic Book Affairs Release Date: March 8, 2016
While this is the eighth book in the series it has been written as a stand-alone so new-to-the-series readers can read and enjoy it without having read the other books.
Meet Havoc...
I was happy doing my own thing.
No connections.
No demands.
No problems.
Just me, my club and a whole lot of dirty work to take care of.
She never wanted a biker.
She wanted stability and I gave up on that years ago.
We tried to fight it.
Neither of us wanted it.
But she calms my fury and I show her a man who accepts every part of her.
Now we're trying to figure out how to be together.
Because when the need for each other is this strong, to deny it will only cause complete havoc.
GoodreadsExcerpt
As I stepped through the bathroom doorway however, I found her. She was in the bath, plugged into her music with her eyes closed and her head resting on the edge of the bath.
I stopped and leaned against the wall with my arms folded across my chest. Watching her, my gaze travelled the length of her body. In the short time Iâd known her, my appreciation of her body had grown. Where small tits hadnât turned me on a month ago, I couldnât get enough of hers.
Never letting me down, my dick grew hard while I took in her beauty.
âFuck,â I muttered under my breath as I contemplated the wisdom of fucking her again.
I wanted to.
Hell, I fucking needed to.
Sheâs a brotherâs sister for fuckâs sake.
Iâd spent the last few hours going over and over that fact in my mind. My decision had been to head back to the motel, sleep on the couch and never taste her pussy again.
I hadnât factored in having her naked body on display the minute I returned.
Shit.
âHow long are you going to stand there staring at me?â she asked as she cracked an eye open to look at me.
âUntil you get out and let me fuck you.â Both her eyes had opened and I pinned my gaze to hers, not letting her go.
Her eyebrows lifted. âI thought you were done with me.â
âTurns out Iâm not.â
She stood and reached for her towel before stepping out. Continuing to hold my gaze, she slowly dried herself off.
Teasing the fuck out of my dick.
I fought the desire to reach out and rip the towel from her hands. My carefully constructed self-control was being tested and I knew it wouldnât be long until I caved and took what I wanted.
Finally â finally â she finished drying off and closed the distance between us. âWhat if Iâm done with you?â I knew she was full of shit by the breathless tone she used and the way her body leaned just that little bit too close to mine. It was like she was trying to hold herself back, but her body had a mind of its own and couldnât stay away.
I lifted a brow. âAre you?â
âI should be. After the way youâve been treating me, I really should be.â Still all breathy.
Still in this with me.
I unfolded my arms so I could curl my hand around her neck. Gripping her there, I said, âYeah, you should be, but youâre not.â
I feel the same way.
With our faces so close that her breaths whispered across my skin, we stared at each other for a long time. The still air in the tiny bathroom consumed our apprehension piece by piece until all that was left was an unrelenting need to satisfy our hunger.
At the first sign of her softening, I tightened my hold on her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She didnât hesitate and a second later our bodies pressed together as hard as our mouths did.
The smell of her arousal overwhelmed me and I let her neck go so I could slide my hands around her ass and lift her. Turning, I held her up against the wall and groaned as she wrapped her legs around me. The urge to drive my cock as hard and fast as I could into her sweet cunt threatened to take over as the only thought in my mind, and I took a moment to work through that and get myself under control.
Resting my forehead against hers, I focused on my breathing while I gave myself a talking to.
Focus.
Youâve got this.
Youâve fucking done this enough times to know how to control yourself.
But I hadnât.
Iâd never fucked a woman like Carla.
Had never been with a woman who stole my control the way she did.
She invaded every fucking sense of mine until I didnât know right from wrong, up from down, red from fucking blue.
âHavoc.â
My head snapped up and I found her staring at me.
Unsure.
âAre you okay?â she asked, lines creasing her forehead as she tilted her head, frowning at me.
I stepped back and let her go. âI need to slow this shit down.â
She stood naked in front of me with an expression on her face that seemed to be half confusion and half frustration. âWhat does that mean?â
I wasnât sure I even knew.
âIt means I want you sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed waiting for me while I take a minute,â I bit out. My head was so damn full I thought it might actually explode.
Too many thoughts.
Too many fucking feelings.
I jerked my chin at her and snapped, âGo.â
Her eyes widened a fraction and I pushed my breaths out while waiting for her to submit. When she didnât, I growled, âCarla, I need you to go and sit on the bed. Now.â
âIâm giving you five minutes to get your head back in this. Iâm all for bossy and shit, but I draw a line at whatever the fuck you call what youâve got going on at the moment. Barking orders at me is a whole lot fucking different than dominating me.â With that, she stalked out of the bathroom.
Thank fuck.
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Author Bio
ESCAPE WITH AN ALPHA
Dreamer.
Coffee Lover.
Gypsy at heart.
USA Today Bestselling author who writes about alpha men & the women they love.
When Iâm not creating with words you will find me planning my next getaway, visiting somewhere new in the world, having a long conversation over coffee and cake with a friend, creating with paper or curled up with a good book and chocolate.
I love Keith Urban, Maroon 5, Pink, Florida Georgia Line, Bon Jovi, Matchbox 20, Lady Antebellum and pretty much any singer/band that is country or rock.
Iâve been writing since I was twelve. Weaving words together has always been a form of therapy for me especially during my harder times. These days Iâm proud that my words help others just as much as they help me.
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