Havoc
I caught sight of my brother's blonde head, his golden close-cropped hair glinting in the sun. And I scowled.
Not only because I didn’t want to see my half brother, although I didn’t, but if I was honest with myself, I had been in a foul mood since last night.
I had turned my back for less than five minutes to take a call, and when I turned back, she had gone. Like she hadn’t been there to begin with. Nothing remained of her but the light, slightly floral perfume lingering in the air and her diamond ring still sat on top of the bar next to our empty glasses.
Just like that, she was gone.
And my dick had started kicking up a fuss. We hadn’t been ready to let her get away just yet. And we definitely hadn’t been ok with just a few kisses. Not to mention the mocking laughter of the men behind me.
That had just pissed me off even more.
The moment she had pushed into the bar, I wanted her. Maybe it was because I could tell everyone else wanted her. I had always had a problem with wanting what other people had, or maybe it was the way her grey gauzy dress skimmed over her hips, floating around her and accentuating mouth-watering curves.
It didn’t matter why anyway. I had wanted her, and she had walked away without a second look.
”Liam.” My brother’s voice called out sharply, his hand in the air like I was a waiter he could summon, and my scowl deepened as I weaved through the tables of the hotel bar. I didn’t need to look around to know how people’s eyes followed me. I stood out like a sore thumb which was exactly why he had chosen this place and not come into the town he was born in.
Lucas was too good for us small-town people now.
”Havoc.” I said with a growl as I reached his table, flopping down without an invite. I watched as his eyes travelled to my mud-caked boots, and a sneer curled his lips. ”No one calls me Liam anymore.”
“Make yourself at home, why don’t you?”
“Yeah, I was going to, thanks.” Jesus, could he be any more pompous? What a complete and utter ass. I looked around, my own lip curling. “Why am I here?” The table he was at was set with three place settings. A small posy of happy looking yellow flowers sat in the middle of the white table cloth.
“Could you have not left …” He waved his hand in my general direction. “...that at home and worn something more appropriate?”
The cut. He was talking about my cut, like the leather offended him somehow.
Hypocrite.
“No.” I studied him over the table. My little half brother. The reason my father had left my mother and abandoned us stared straight back at me, his eyes unwavering. “Why are we here, Lucas?” I didn’t have the time or the inclination for his crap today. We weren’t exactly best pals. Hell, I hadn’t even known he existed until my old man’s funeral five years ago. And we had only met once in that time.
That one time was all it had taken to realise we had absolutely nothing in common.
“I wanted you to meet someone. I wanted to tell you face to face that I was getting married.”
So he had come to gloat, which wasn’t surprising at all. He had always been good at gloating.
Look at what college I got into.
Look at how much money I make.
Look at me.
Look at me.
I wasn’t bitter. I liked my life. But I was suffering from a major case of blue balls, thanks to a certain dick tease and her mind-altering hips.
Shit, I adjusted myself under the table. Just the thought of her was enough to make me hard.
“Was?” My eyebrows quirked up. He had said ‘was’. “You said ‘was’?”
His face shut down, like a shutter closing tight over his eyes, and I bit back a laugh.
“She called it off, but it’s fine… it’s…” His face told me it wasn’t fine at all. “She will come round.”
I laughed. Pulling the pack of cigarettes from my pocket, I tapped it on the table absently. And my brother’s eyes flashed. “You can’t smoke in here.”
Go figure.
“So what happened to make her drop your ass, little brother?” My voice was mocking, and I didn’t even try to hide it.
“She didn’t drop my ass. We just had a disagreement. I made a few mistakes in our relationship, that’s all…”
A few mistakes. I knew what that meant. He had been playing around and been caught out. “Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” He could pretend all he liked that he wasn’t like our father. Or at least how our father used to be but there it was.
“You can talk.”
I couldn’t help it. I grinned. “Only difference there, little brother, is that I’m not the settling down type, so I can never be accused of cheating. The women in my life know exactly what they are getting into. Can you say the same about the poor girl you tricked into marrying you?”
Air left his lungs in a whoosh. His lips pursed. “I didn’t trick her into marrying me. She loves me…” His eyes grew wide, and I turned in my seat to see what he was staring at.
Well, fuck.
I watched as her footsteps faltered. Her chin tilted up as she stared at us. And even from across the room, I knew the moment she recognised me. The bottom lip that I had tasted with my tongue disappeared between her teeth.
Yeah, she definitely recognised me. I gave her my best shit-eating grin as my brother called her over with a wave.
I had been hoping I would see her again because we had A LOT of unfinished business to get down to but to find her here, engaged to my douche of a brother?
I remembered the way she had adamantly said ex-fiancé after my tongue had been in her mouth and my dick jumped back to attention. There was no willowy dress today. She wore thin tan linen pants and an off the shoulder white blouse.
My eyes swept down her body as she finally came to the table. The hips were still there, hips I could imagine myself grabbing as I thrust into her, biting down on that freckle dotted shoulder as I did so.
“Liam, I mean Havoc.” An eye roll from my brother, but I didn’t turn to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “This is my fiancé Darcie.”
“Ex fiancé.” She spat it out. Her eyes were even puffier than they had been yesterday, but that could have been because of a tequila induced hangover and not from crying. She hadn’t been crying when my tongue was in her mouth after all. “Well, isn’t this just the cosiest family reunion ever.” I waited until she met my eyes. “I think we should celebrate.”
Lucas narrowed his eyes, pulling out the third chair. Darcie fell into it with a sigh.
“Hey, sweetheart.” I grabbed at a passing waitress’s wrist, fingers curling around her white buttoned-up sleeve. “A round of tequila for the table.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little early for that?”
I didn’t even turn to him. My eyes were still trained on Darcie Summers.
My brother’s fiancé.
And the woman had been making me hard since the moment I had first set eyes on her.
“Oh, I don’t know; Darcie looks like she enjoys a tequila, or five.”
Her eyes flashed, anger making her face tight as she glared at me.
I grinned right back.
Gotcha.
***“Have you two met?”
I watched, amused as Darcie blushed scarlet. Before turning my face to my brother. My lips curled up in a sneer as I let my eyes meet his. “What makes you think that, Lucas?”
It was obvious she hadn’t told him of her little adventure in town, how she had walked into a biker bar looking like every guy’s wet dream of the girl next door. Or how her body had pressed against mine for just a second as I plundered her mouth with my tongue.
What had she done? Come back here after kissing me to climb into bed with my brother? Had he fucked her?
“The tequila comment.” Lucas flicked his eyes to Darcie, who raised hers to meet his without flinching.
Maybe she wasn’t so sweet and innocent after all. There was no sign of submission in the look she gave him. “Does it matter?”
I watched as my brother’s face closed down. Anger making the skin tight. “You had been drinking last night. Were you drinking with my brother?”
“Half brother.” I chuckled unhelpfully. Maybe I was an asshole, but I liked the look on my brother’s face as the realisation hit him. “I would rather people not know we are related.”
“Same.” He spat it out between clenched teeth. “Fuck, did you sleep with him, Darcie? What did you do? Ask around until you found out who I was related to, so you could have a quickie in some alleyway?”
Hiding my grin behind my hand, I turned to her. Cocking my head to the side as her own anger bubbled up to meet his.
I was enjoying this, probably a little too much. But hey, any chance I got for getting one over on my brother, I would take it. And I wasn’t above wanting to press his cute little fiancé up against an alley wall. Hell, if she hadn’t disappeared last night, that was exactly what I had planned for us.
“One.” She held up a single finger. “I didn’t even know you had a brother Lucas. But then again, I know nothing about you at all, do I? Even after two years together.” She took a deep breath, and the movement made her chest rise and fall, and my eyes darted to breasts I didn’t look away, not straight away anyway. A woman with curves like that deserved to be looked at. Looked at, admired and fucked.
“And two, we are broken up. Who I sleep with has absolutely nothing to do with you anymore.”
I chuckled. And both of them turned to me with a frown.
“You slept with my fiancé?” Lucas’s voice was rising, and more than one person was glancing at our table. Eyebrows raised.
I grinned at them all.
Asshole. That was me.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I didn’t sleep with him. He was kind enough to buy me a few drinks and talk to me because I was upset after finding out my fiancé had gotten some other girl pregnant. But we didn’t have sex.”
I couldn’t help the surprised sound that left my throat. He had gotten someone else pregnant? He had obviously forgotten to mention that part. No wonder Darcie had been looking to drink away her problems.
“I need a drink.” He hissed, and I laughed loudly.
“I couldn’t agree more; what do you say, Darcie? Fancy having a little drink with us. What’s on the menu today? Beer or tequila? I have to admit watching you wrap your lips around a beer bottle has been one of the highlights of my week.” I winked. “One of them.”
“Go to hell…”
“Was there the moment you walked out sweetheart, teasing a guy like that should be illegal.” I slapped my chest.
I didn’t even know why I was teasing her, maybe because I wanted one over on my brother. Maybe because I didn’t like the thought of a girl as beautiful as she was being with a man like him when she had pretty much turned me down.
It didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.
“You’re disgusting.”
“You weren’t saying that last night, baby.” I licked my lips. And her face flamed again. Lucas’s face turned purple. “What the hell went on between the two of you?”
“I…” Her chair scraped the floor as she stood up. “I don’t need to listen to this anymore.” She made a move to turn away, and my eyes feasted on the round ass like I had on her tits just minutes ago.
“Darcie, here.” I dropped the ring she had left on the bar onto the white table cloth. The ring my brother had given her. “You dropped this after you kissed me. Thought you might want it back.”
“You kissed me.” Her voice was outraged, her cheeks pale.
“And you loved it. I thought of that breathy little sigh last night when I was...” She didn’t let me finish.
“Both of you can go to hell.”
DarcieOnly a person with the worst luck in the world would lock lips with someone to get over their fiancé’s infidelity only to find out they were related.Either they would have the worst luck or be named Darcie Summers. Stomping away from the table, I mulled it all over. It wasn’t like you could even tell they were related by just looking at them. They were complete opposites. One blonde and clean cut. And the other dark and well dark… Havoc exuded danger. They did have one thing in common, though. They were both dicks. “Hi, I need a room.” The woman behind the desk glanced up from her computer screen, and for a second, she frowned. “Is the room you’re in not suitable, Miss Summers?” The frown disappeared, replaced by a very professional and very fake smile. “The room is fine; I just need one for myself.” I hated explaining myself. Hated the look of pity that flitted across her face. “There’s nothing…”“Anything will do.” I waved my credit card in the air. “I just need a base
Havoc”Get off.”I couldn’t take it anymore. A few miles was my limit, luckily a few miles took us back into town, but that wasn't the point. Darcie Summers was an absolute nightmare on the back of a bike. And even the feel of those tits pressed against my back couldn’t distract me from the fact that she moved around a lot. It was painfully obvious she had never been on a bike before.Slowly she swung her leg over, her trousers billowing in the slight breeze. She was dressed all wrong as well. Those damn pants were an accident waiting to happen, even if they made her hips and ass look like a million dollars. ”Where are we going?” She suddenly looked uncertain, as if the realisation of riding into the proverbial sunset with a stranger had just set in. ”Bar.” Curling my hand around her fist, I pulled her up the street behind me. I needed a moment to think. What I had done back there was reckless even for me. And I would need to explain myself and that I had just put our club firmly i
DarcieWhat the hell had I gotten myself into?One look out of the darkly tinted windows of Havoc’s truck into the gated courtyard, and I suddenly wasn’t sure whether I would have been better off sticking with my coward of an ex-fiancé and whatever trouble he had gotten me into.It wasn’t a party as such, but there were a lot of people milling about. Not just bikers either but women. Women with not many clothes on. All who looked more than comfortable flaunting what their mothers had given them.I didn’t belong in a place like this. “Nervous?” Havoc killed the engine. I didn’t know who had brought the truck to the bar for him or even how he was going to pick up his bike, but I was grateful for it. I wasn’t made for the back of a motorcycle. “No.” I lied; of course I was nervous. Who wouldn’t be in my situation? I felt like I was about to walk into the lion’s den. Or maybe I was a willing sacrifice, walking to the altar all by myself. His warm laugh filled the car. “Liar,” Rough f
DarcieA 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 sex sounds?Jesus.If I had made sex 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,
HavocI watched her as she gazed around the small run-down house that had been my childhood home. I had a lot of memories here. Some of them good, most of them bad. And it felt strange to have a stranger, a woman no less, looking around, running her fingertips over the sides covered in the framed photographs. Leaving trails in the dust.“Is this your mum?”For a second, I could do nothing but stare at her as she stood there awkwardly with the photograph in her hand, and my heart hammered in my chest.This was a bad idea. I hated being here, but I hated anyone else being here more. Especially her. “Yeah.” I plucked the frame from her hands, setting it back down where it belonged. She had to stop touching things; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to cope with her being here. Something so sweet amongst all the nightmare memories of my past. “Stop touching my stuff.” I didn’t mean for my voice to come out quite so angry. I definitely didn’t mean to cause the fear that swept into her eyes.
DarcieStirring the sauce that was bubbling on the stove with one hand, I pressed the other one to my lips.They still felt swollen from Havoc’s kiss at the farmers’ market. I had walked straight into that one. He had known that I had wanted to wander around the market badly enough that I would have done almost anything.It wasn’t even like I had minded kissing him. He was a good looking man after all, but it just felt wrong. No, that wasn’t even it. His kiss had been hot. It wasn’t the kiss that had been the problem. It was just wrong to be kissing someone in public only days after splitting up with my fiancé.Especially when they were brothers.I couldn’t go lusting after someone who was related to my ex. It just wasn’t the kind of woman I was. Or at least it wasn’t the kind of woman I used to be. “Something smells amazing.” I jumped, my hand flapping in front of my face as I screamed. I hadn’t heard anyone come through the front door. I whirled, and my hand made contact with th
Darcie“Hey.” Havoc’s voice was barely a whisper when he closed the bedroom door softly a few hours later. He wouldn’t have woken me if I was asleep. But sleep had eluded me, leaving me lying on my back staring at the ceiling in the darkness.There wasn’t even a book in the room for me to rifle through, and surfing the Internet on my phone was out. Which left me aimless, staring and counting the minutes in my head.“You’re still awake?”There was something scary about his whispered voice.This was his house. Why was he whispering anyway?Unless his unwanted guest was still here and he didn’t want to be overheard. The thought made me sit upright. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep; I was worried about you.”The bed dipped as he sat on the very edge with a loud sigh. “You were worried about me?” Even in the darkness, I could see the glint in his eyes. The weight of them was almost unbearable as he studied me. “Of course I was; you didn’t seem too happy to see your friend.” I kept my voice low, j
HavocI hated having him here. In my kitchen with his eyes on her. It didn’t matter that she was dressed like a homeless person; part of me hated the fact he was looking at her like her sweat pants were see-through lingerie.He was the god damn Judge. Although judge, jury and executioner was more like it. If he decided that Darcie was guilty of crossing the family, even by association, there would be very little the club or I could do about it. “The Judge?” Her voice didn’t shake like I had expected it to. She was either oblivious to the danger she was in - and if that was the case, I was glad of it - or she was a real good actress. “Is that like your road name?” She gave me a look, a question clear in her eyes, and I gave her the smallest of nods. His laugh was condescending. “Do I look like a biker to you?”She didn’t say a word as she pushed the bacon from the pan onto plates. “No, you definitely don’t look like a biker. Havoc definitely doesn’t take as much care of his appearanc