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Riley

H is voice dropped to a low rumble when he said I was fucking beautiful. My breath caught in my throat at his words. That whispered admission was raw and unfiltered. It came from a place so honest that it rooted me to the spot. There was no cocky smirk, no teasing glint in his eyes. It was just Havoc being honest about his attraction to me. Truth be told, I felt it too.

I swallowed hard, not entirely sure what to do with the butterflies suddenly loose in my stomach. “I noticed you too,” I said quietly. “It was hard not to because you’re off-the-charts hot with all the big muscles and interesting tattoos. But you’re more than just a pretty face. There’s something about the way you watched the room. Calm, but alert. Like someone who’s seen too much and knows when it’s about to go sideways. You know, like back at Neon Vibes that night.”

A smile played at the corners of his mouth. “That’s the soldier in me. Always sizing up the battlefield.”

I tilted my head. “Do you see this as a battlefield?”

“Sometimes,” he said, his voice low. “But not right now. Not with you.”

I couldn’t look away from him. I once found his intensity intimidating. Now it felt magnetic. He took a step closer, and I didn’t back up. If anything, I leaned in, drawn towards something I couldn’t quite name.

“I’ve got scars,” he said, his voice rough like gravel. “Some you can see, most you can’t. But I’m trying to be better, Riley. That’s not just some shit I’m saying to check off boxes for Storm. I want to be the kind of man people can count on. The kind of man you could count on.”

His vulnerability cracked something open inside me. Maybe it was the wind whispering through the cliffs or the raw beauty of the view around us, but in that moment, it felt like we’d shed the versions of ourselves we wore in the daylight. He wasn’t the gruff biker, and I wasn’t the prim-and-proper life coach. We were just two people standing on the edge of something new.

I reached out and slipped my hand into his. “I believe you.”

His fingers curled around mine like it was second nature. For a few moments, we just stood there, hand in hand, listening to the ocean crashing far below and the wind rustling the brush around us. It felt like a promise—silent and unspoken, but real. A long silent pause spun out between us. I became acutely aware that we were all alone, sheltered from the eyes of anyone who could judge us for getting too close, too fast. In fact, the whole world felt still in that moment, like even nature was holding its breath.

Havoc moved closer, not pressing himself against me, but close enough that I could feel the warmth his body was radiating. For once, neither of us filled the silence with sarcasm or posturing.

“I didn’t expect to like you so much,” I told him, staring into his eyes.

“Me either,” he said. “I hated Storm hiring you to fix me.” Glancing away, he admitted, “I tried to scare you off. That’s why I was such an asshole in the beginning.”

“I know,” I told him matter-of-factly. His behavior was an ego-defense mechanism. “Good thing for you that I don’t scare easily.”

“No, you sure as fuck don’t scare easily.” Glancing away, he added almost shyly, “Instead you met me halfway. Made me think I mattered to you.”

I reached up and turned his face to look at me. “You do matter, Havoc. To a lot of people, not just me.”

A small lopsided grin curved up one side of his mouth. It looked good on his handsome face. Then something in his eyes shifted, turning heated. It knocked the wind right out of me, making me see him in a new light. Havoc wasn’t just someone I was hired to help. In this moment, he was so much more, and it looked like he thought the same about me.

“I thought you saw yourself as too good for this,” he whispered, low and almost sensual.

I brought my hands up to rest on his chest. His eyes drifted down to watch me touching him. I asked, “You mean me being attracted to you or adapting to fit into the MC lifestyle?”

“I mean me,” he replied, gruffly. “Thought maybe you and me trying it on was some kind of one-in-a-million shot, not worth even dreaming about.”

“Oh, hell no,” I shot back. “It’s not me who thinks I’m too good for a biker. I like the MC lifestyle. It’s friendly, casual, and laid-back. When I go out with my friends, I feel obligated to dress up, but it’s hard to find a venue that isn’t filled with assholes hitting on me constantly, and I know drinking in an environment like that is a recipe for disaster. I know you may not think I really belong in your world, but I feel safer at the clubhouse. The brothers are respectful, the drinks are great, and I can wear clothes that are comfortable. It’s a win all the way around for me.”

Havoc just stared at me for a long, hard moment before his hands came up to cover mine.

“It’s not that I think you don’t belong in my world. You’re welcome at the clubhouse. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around before, since you’re Zoe’s friend.”

“Zoe’s great,” I told him. “But we’ve always had our separate lives. She sticks pretty close to Storm, their home, and the clubhouse. I work a lot. We get together for lunch regularly, usually with Ali.”

“I’m glad you feel welcomed by my club brothers. The thing is, I’d like us to get to know each other better, but I think you see me more as a client than anything else.”

That was it. That single sentence penetrated the walls we’d set up to serve as a framework for our relationship. Maybe what he wanted was just a one-night stand, but something told me he wanted more. The thing he said earlier about getting to know each other insinuated he wanted us to sound out the possibility of a real relationship. Havoc was messy, complicated, and blunt. But something about him drew me in. Maybe it was my gut feeling that deep down inside he was a good man.

Drawn to him, I didn’t think. Instead, I leaned in with my face turned up to receive the kiss he so willingly gave me. When he ghosted his lips over mine, it was slow at first, surprisingly soft and tentative, like he didn’t want to rush me. His gentle approach worked. It tugged me out of whatever reluctance I might have had.

I felt a little flame light, deep in my core. When I didn’t try to pull back, his kiss became deeper and more urgent. And that little flame grew into a blazing inferno of raw need. His hand slid up to wrap around the back of my head, holding me in place as his devilishly sensual tongue twined with mine. I stood there with my hands still on his chest as this rough biker took all that he wanted from me. Whatever he wanted, I was there for it. Everything this man did felt exciting and edgy, making my pulse beat faster.

I didn’t know how he managed to stoke my internal fires so easily, but within minutes, I was his. Totally in tune with each other, I slid my hands up until my arms looped loosely around his neck. When he pulled me closer, I kissed him harder, sifting my fingers through his hair. To be honest, I didn’t know how long we kissed because I was lost in the moment with him. Having so much raw power in my arms was terrifying and thrilling and everything in between.

Havoc made a sound, some kind of low growl in the back of his throat. It called to me on a primal level, making my panties wet and my clit throb with anticipation. The primitive side of my brain wanted him urgently. And if the sound he just made was any indication, he wanted me just as much.

Suddenly, Havoc had me in his arms and carried me to one of the stone benches where visitors sat to watch the sunset. Only we were all alone, and it was night, with only the moon and the starlit sky to light our way. I eagerly climbed into his lap face first, and his hands settled on my waist, pulling me closer and keeping me from falling backward all at the same time.

One hand slid down to his chest, and I felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat under my fingers. My eyes lifted to his. “I can feel your heartbeat, strong and fast.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, catching the woman of my dreams is one of the things on my bucket list.”

I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but I didn’t because it would probably seem like I was fishing for a compliment. Instead, I asked teasingly, “Well, you definitely caught me. The question is—what are you planning to do with me?”

His expression turned heated. “So many fucking things. But not here. Not now.”

He must have seen the confusion on my face because he explained, “I want to get to know you better.”

“And how are you planning to do that?” I asked while wiggling on his thick cock shamelessly.

He choked out a reply I wasn’t expecting while firmly holding me in place. “I want to see you naked, lick your pussy until you beg me to stop, and watch you bouncing on my cock for starters.”

“Sign me up. I want everything you’re offering.”

“I’ve wanted you, since the first time I set eyes on you that night everything erupted in that bar in town. Did my best to protect you and get you outta there. Didn’t think you really noticed me.”

“Oh, I noticed you, alright. So did my friends,” I told him, wondering if he noticed them as well. Jealousy stirred in my mind, and I swatted it away. Why be jealous when I’m the one who ended up sitting in his lap?

“Don’t give a shit about your friends.” When my mouth fell open at his unexpected words, he corrected himself. “It’s not that I don’t care about them as humans. I just don’t care about getting to know them better.” Stopping himself, he tried again. “I mean I’d be happy to get to know them because they’re your friends, but I don’t wanna date them or have sex with them.”

I smothered back a smile. “You’re wasting a lot of time talking about things that are less interesting than having a quickie.”

His head jerked up to search my face. I saw his expression turn wary and uncertain. “You’re a lady. I’m not having my first time with you on a fucking bench. You need a comfortable bed and soft pillows. Or at least a cabin and a bearskin rug.”

I didn’t tell him about how I don’t buy real animal fur. Instead, I wiggled on his lap again. “I’m quite comfortable right here. And here’s a little secret you might not know. People like me, who don’t have a lot of wild sex, really value the opportunity to do something out of pocket every now and then.”

His expression turned suspicious. “Are you saying that unplanned sex under the starlit sky with a tatted-up biker like me was on your bucket list?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “No sir. But after hearing you say it out loud, it is now.”

His hands slid off my hips and under my skirt to cup my ass cheeks. “Are you being serious right now? You want me to give you wild sex right here on the fly?”

I jerked my chin at him, mimicking one of his favorite mannerisms. “Bring on the hot biker sex. The view is amazing and there’s no one around for miles,” I said as I began pulling up his T-shirt to reveal his washboard stomach.

He chuckled. “You’re too much.”

“Nope. You got that wrong, hot stuff. I’m just the perfect amount of what you need tonight.”

“Alright, if my cock is what you want, prove it by unzipping my pants and pulling the monster out.”

I went straight for his belt buckle, boldly and without shame. “Why do I feel like that was a high school dare?”

“Don’t know, sweetness. But you need to release the kraken, because if you don’t, he’s gonna bust outta there and have his sexy way with you. If that happens, I don’t know if I can even control him.”

“If I had known sex with you was this much fun, I’d have flirted with you a lot sooner.”

“Yeah, I’m a barrel of laughs in the sack.”

I unbuckled his belt as we both watched. Tossing the pieces aside, I went for his zipper. Granted, I was really caught up in the moment—but why shouldn’t I live in the moment? We were young and single. Why pass up a good opportunity to see if we’re compatible?

When I pulled his cock out, I realized he wasn’t joking about it being a monster. I just stared down at it, reasoning that my hands were small. Maybe that’s why it looked so big. But I quickly came to the conclusion that no, it’s not just my hands that are small by comparison. His cock really was big and thick, so thick my fingers barely touched when I tried to close my hand around the girth of him.

His hand came up to close around mine and he whispered, “You can do this, sweetness. I know you can take all of me if you really want to.”

Glancing up to catch his eyes, I nodded, letting out a deep breath. I’ve not had a lot of sexual partners in my lifetime and none that come close to Havoc’s size, but the cold hard truth is—I did want him. And if I’m being honest, I’d admit to being curious as well. I’ve never been one of those women who worried about size. It’s something I’d never given much thought to in the general scheme of things.

When he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, it pulled me out of my internal thoughts and back to the task at hand. “After this shock, I don’t think that I’m still wet enough to take you.”

He replied quickly, sure of himself. “You’re not. Trust me on that. Size comes with its own subset of problems, and that’s one I’m used to dealing with at least.” Without missing a beat, he told me, “I’m gonna need to put my tongue on that pretty clit of yours. I’ll make you come hard a time or two. Once you’re gushing, I’ll ease in there slowly. Minimal pain, maximum pleasure. That’s my goal. You’ll like it, I promise you that much.”

God, this guy was so handsome and confident. Good grief, he probably thought I was some kind of innocent who didn’t know how to have sex. I quickly got with the program. “I’m down for that. How do you want to do this?”

He quickly came up with a couple of options. “I can lay you back on the bench and go to town, or you stand up and put one leg up on the back of the bench.” Grinning, he said, “It all depends on how daring you are tonight.”

That sounded like a low-key challenge, so I snatched up all my courage and decided to meet it head-on. I slid out of his lap and stood on the bench beside him. Before I could say something weird that I might regret, both of his hands slid up my legs. He practically caressed the black leather knee boots Zoe gifted me with earlier tonight. The brothers sure loved leather. I had to give him that much.

Shock rippled through my body when one of his big hands slid up my skirt and literally ripped my panties off. He did that thing where he brought them to his nose and inhaled. I wanted to roll my eyes when he stuffed them into his pocket, but his other hand was already sliding between my legs. He quickly turned and positioned one knee on his shoulder and used both hands to spread me open.

Just when I started feeling exposed and thinking that maybe he was right about the first time being somewhere more comfortable, he kissed me. It felt respectful, tender, and—dare I say—loving.

Havoc wrapped one arm around me, burying his face between my legs. This man knew how to use his mouth on a woman. He licked and sucked on my clit until I was crazed with need. Then his fingers started gently probing inside my core. If his goal had been to make me wet, mission accomplished in record time. But he didn’t stop there. He found my g-spot and used his finger and tongue to give me the hardest orgasm of my entire life. Both of my knees gave out and Havoc guided me right into his lap, causing his cock to slide against my clit on the way down. I was so tender and overwhelmed with sensation that it caused me to orgasm again.

Jerking back up onto my knees, I looked up at the big sexy biker and asked, “Did you do that on purpose?”

His expression suddenly blanked out. “It depends. Did you like it or not?”

I slapped his chest, weirdly annoyed that he was still mostly dressed, with nothing but his enormous cock standing straight up, like a flagpole waving in the wind.

“I liked it,” I assured him.

Heat flickered in his eyes and suddenly he was moving me down again, right onto his waiting cock. I hooked my hand over his shoulders and took over. Sliding down his thick cock was a challenge. I had to take it slow, until I felt the burn and then ease up before bearing down again. Havoc’s hands moved over my body in a warm caress. His light touches calmed me down and enabled me to do the impossible. I don’t know how long it took me, but when he bottomed out inside me, I felt stuffed full of his cock, but also his caring. It was something about the look in his eyes, warm and awestruck.

At this point the wall between us had come crashing down. There was no fear, angst, or doubts standing between us in this moment. I understood that things with us were still very new and that meant this might be a one-off situation, rather than the amazing relationship I hoped it was. But that was a chance I was willing to take.

Sitting here, so full of him, had both of us feeling vulnerable.

He jerked his chin at me and asked, “You ready to do this thing?”

“Yes,” I told him, eager to feel the slide of our bodies and the pleasure I hoped I could find with him.

He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked one more time, as if he couldn’t trust that I was really going to go all the way with him.

I nodded, breathless and sure of what I wanted. “I’m completely sure that I want to have sex with you.” There I said it out loud. That should be enough for him to have peace of mind that I really want this.

The slight hesitation cleared from his expression, and he relaxed his shoulders. “Alright, here we go.” His hands came up to grasp my hips and with him assisting, I slowly lifted up and when he was all out but the head, I eased back down. We were both careful.

Our bodies met, skin to skin, and it stole every word I might’ve had.

I let him set the pace, and he chose one that wasn’t rough or fast. It was slow and measured, like he wanted to enjoy every second of being with me. It made me feel desired and cherished.

We moved together, finding a rhythm that was just enough to keep the pleasure building without feeling rushed. I held onto his shoulders to help me do my part in keeping the rhythm moving. He buried his face in my neck, kissing me and whispered my name like it was a secret vow.

Havoc had the kind of stamina that most men only dream about. The more we moved, the more we needed each other. Our movements became faster and rougher until I was moaning his name. One of his hands slid up underneath my shirt and bra. He roughly shoved them both up, and I leaned back just enough for him to tease my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers and thumb, tugging slightly. I came with his name on my lips, a breathless plea for something I couldn’t name.

I collapsed onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, tugging me close. We just sat there for a long moment, enjoying the afterglow, with his cock still softening deep inside me.

Unsure how long we were locked together like that, I felt him pulling my shirt down to keep me warm. Appreciating the gesture, I snuggled deeper into his warm embrace. One big hand rubbed my back. It was a calming, soothing gesture that spoke to his kindness. Everything about this moment only made me like him more.

Eventually the hand on my back slid up to sift through my long red strands. Using my hair, he tugged my head so he could look into my eyes. “This was good, best time I’ve ever had with a woman. You ever want me or my cock, all you have to do is shoot me a text and I’ll come runnin’. Any time, day or night. Ya hear what I’m laying down, beautiful?”

I nodded, realizing that he was throwing the ball in my court. Havoc was an extremely dominant guy. He went after what he wanted. So, it didn’t make sense that he was making me chase him. “Yeah, expect a booty call real soon.”

His lips quirked into a tiny smile before he leaned over and dropped a kiss onto my forehead. “Don’t trust myself to kiss you on the lips, not with my cock standing proud and tall in your tight pussy.”

I began moving up and off his lap, feeling a cool breeze blowing across my nether regions. I wasn’t above asking Havoc for my panties, but they were too ripped to stay on. Whatever. I could manage for the ride back to the clubhouse, if I tucked my skirt under my ass.

Havoc noticed something was off with me, so he asked, “Did talking about more sex scare you?”

“No. Of course not. But I will admit that my lady parts have had the workout of a lifetime tonight. I don’t know if I could handle another round without internally combusting.”

“We wouldn’t want that, sweetness. Life’s too short to let anything happen to my new favorite girl.”

He zipped up and buckled his belt before coming to his feet. I stood beside him, wondering what came next. Havoc looked out at the huge valley stretching out before us and sighed. “I ain’t never brought a woman, or anyone else, to my favorite thinkin’ spot.”

“This is where you come to get away from the stress in your life and decompress? You picked an amazing spot for it. I like how it goes on for miles and is hidden back behind the foliage.”

“Yeah, I discovered this place by accident when I had a flat a few years back. Been coming here ever since.”

“Thank you for bringing me here and all the amazing sex. This was a really special night for me.”

We stood face-to-face for a long moment, as he toyed with a strand of my hair. Eventually, Havoc broke the silence. “C’mon, let’s get you back before you catch cold.”

We walked to the bike. He stopped short, took off his cut and then his t-shirt. He pulled his cut over his bare chest and then folded his t-shirt in two and tied it around the seat so I would have some place to put my bare pussy besides the leather seat. He patted it and held out one hand for me to take. I didn’t hesitate or overthink his generous offer. I slid my hand into his and he helped me settle into place. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed close. The roar of the engine vibrated through us both as he fired it up, and just like that, we were flying through the night again.

The ride back to the clubhouse was different. It wasn’t just the thrilling ride or the amazing sex, it was getting closer and forging a bond with Havoc that wasn’t there before. This might just be the something good I was waiting for in my life.

As we rode, the moonlight shining down onto the dark highway was the only light we had. All I could think about was how warm he felt beneath my arms. About how protected and safe I felt when we were together. For the first time in a long while, everything felt exactly as it should.

When we rolled to a stop outside the clubhouse, I found myself reluctant to let go. But I did, because I had to. I got off his bike with shaky legs, but it wasn’t the ride that had done it.

Havoc turned slightly in the seat, his voice low. “Thanks for trusting me tonight.”

“Thanks for giving me a reason to.”

His eyes lingered on mine a heartbeat too long, as if he was seriously considering closing the gap between us once more. But before either of us could say or do anything more, the clubhouse door banged open, and one of the brothers stumbled out laughing, a club girl trailing after him.

He unclipped the helmet, his fingers brushing against my hair as he gently removed it.

“You ever want another ride or anything else,” he said, brushing a strand from my face, “like I told you, all you have to do is shoot me a text.”

“I will,” I promised.

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then he reached out and pulled me into a tight hug, wrapped one strong arm around my back, while the other fisted gently in my hair. It wasn’t possessive or meant to be insulting. It was his way of holding me, showing me that he cared. When he nuzzled his cheek in my hair, I knew this thing going on between us was something special, so I told him so. “I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight, Havoc. I liked it all from start to finish.”

After a while, he murmured, “You got this way of lookin’ at me that makes me want to be a better man.”

I pulled back slightly and looked up at him. “I’m not trying to change you, Havoc. I just want to help you get where you want to be in life and for us to get to know each other and maybe have a little fun along the way.”

His gaze searched mine, quiet but intense. “You seem really emotionally invested in everything to do with me and I don’t quite understand why.”

“It’s because you’re worth the effort.”

For a moment, I thought he might kiss me again. His eyes dipped to my mouth and his grip tightened ever so slightly on my waist. But then he cursed under his breath and stepped back. It felt like he just wanted to keep me full stop. The problem was, I’m not some stray kitten that he can pick up and take home with him. I’m a person with a life to get back to.

“I should walk you to your car,” he said gruffly. “It’s late.”

I nodded, even though part of me wanted to linger a little longer, talk to him a little more, kiss him one more time. But I needed to be patient. This night had already changed everything between us. We’d crossed the line, from friends to something more. We had shared feelings, been honest with one another, and started something worth protecting.

When we reached my car parked out front, we hesitated. The need to linger became stronger. Havoc—

“I’ll see you next Friday,” I said, my voice light.

“Yeah,” he replied, quiet and unreadable.

Then I added, “Unless you decide to fire me before then.”

He let out a low laugh, one that rumbled through his chest. “Not a fuckin’ chance.”

“Good,” I told him. “Because I definitely want to see where this goes.”

I slipped into my car, started the engine, and pulled away from the curb. In the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of him standing under the warm glow of a streetlamp, helmet in hand, watching me go.

And for the first time since this whole thing started, I wasn’t afraid of what came next.

I was curious.

I was hopeful.

I was already halfway gone for this man.