Angela“I can't go in there dressed like this.” Mortified, I looked out into the night. The clubhouse was lit up. The light shining from the windows illuminated the bikes that were parked outside.So many bikes. More than I had ever seen there. “Sure you can.” Monster drew my attention back to him. The skin on his fingers was rough as he moved me to face him. “You look gorgeous.”“I look like a damn meringue,” I murmured, but there was no real conviction in my voice. I couldn't be angry or outraged when he was looking at me the way he was. There was still the darkness in his eyes that had first attracted me to him but there was softness there as well. One that had nothing to do with weakness.Monster wasn't weak. He was the strongest man I knew. I wasn't weak either. Straightening my shoulders, I puffed out a breath. “They are going to laugh their heads off when they see me like this.” Again I plucked at the material of the skirt. Battling my fear of weakness was one thing, being tot
DarcieI hadn’t gone into the bar looking for trouble. Just the opposite, in fact. If I had been concentrating on where I was going, if I had even glanced up at the sign hanging crookedly over the door, I wouldn’t have pushed that door open.But I wasn’t looking, and I most definitely wasn’t paying attention. All I wanted to do was get out of the overbearing heat and get myself a cold drink.Maybe several ice-cold drinks. But as soon as my eyes grew accustomed to the sudden gloom, I knew I was in trouble. Several pairs of eyes swivelled in my direction, spearing me to the spot. Well damn.I had two seconds to make the decision, but honestly, I only needed one. Straightening my shoulders, I made my way to the bar. My flip flops seemed unnaturally loud on the floor. But that was ok. I expected stares. I had been getting stares from the moment I had stepped out of the car in this godforsaken town. I looked like an outsider because I was an outsider. And that was fine by me.They could
HavocI 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 w
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.