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 I’d known her, my appreciation of her body had grown. Where small tits hadn’t turned me on a month ago, I couldn’t get enough of hers.
Never letting me down, my dick grew hard while I took in her beauty.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I contemplated the wisdom of fucking her again.
I wanted to.
Hell, I fucking needed to.
She’s a brother’s sister for fuck’s sake.
I’d 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 hadn’t factored in having her naked body on display the minute I returned.
Shit.
“How long are you going to stand there staring at me?” she asked as she cracked an eye open to look at me.
“Until you get out and let me fuck you.” Both her eyes had opened and I pinned my gaze to hers, not letting her go.
Her eyebrows lifted. “I thought you were done with me.”
“Turns out I’m not.”
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 wouldn’t be long until I caved and took what I wanted.
Finally – finally – she finished drying off and closed the distance between us. “What if I’m done with you?” 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 couldn’t stay away.
I lifted a brow. “Are you?”
“I should be. After the way you’ve been treating me, I really should be.” 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, “Yeah, you should be, but you’re not.”
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 didn’t 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.
You’ve got this.
You’ve fucking done this enough times to know how to control yourself.
But I hadn’t.
I’d 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 didn’t know right from wrong, up from down, red from fucking blue.
“Havoc.”
My head snapped up and I found her staring at me.
Unsure.
“Are you okay?” she asked, lines creasing her forehead as she tilted her head, frowning at me.
I stepped back and let her go. “I need to slow this shit down.”
She stood naked in front of me with an expression on her face that seemed to be half confusion and half frustration. “What does that mean?”
I wasn’t sure I even knew.
“It means I want you sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed waiting for me while I take a minute,” 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, “Go.”
Her eyes widened a fraction and I pushed my breaths out while waiting for her to submit. When she didn’t, I growled, “Carla, I need you to go and sit on the bed. Now.”
“I’m giving you five minutes to get your head back in this. I’m all for bossy and shit, but I draw a line at whatever the fuck you call what you’ve got going on at the moment. Barking orders at me is a whole lot fucking different than dominating me.” With that, she stalked out of the bathroom.
Thank fuck.
*I received an ARC of this book in return for an honest review*
4 stars for Havoc by Nina Levine.
Havoc is the eighth book in the Storm MC series and it can be read as a stand alone. I actually haven’t read any of the Storm MC series before this book, no reason why. But I thought i’d give this book a go because the thought of a nomad biker was intriguing and I haven’t read a book with that premise before.
Havoc follows Carla and Callum aka Havoc. His road name comes from how he uses his fists to cause havoc around him when he gets mad. The story starts at a bar where Havoc and Carla meet. Havoc is back in Brisbane to check up on his dad and do some work for the Brisbane chapter. He left two years prior because of his problematic ex and the loss of his mother. Havoc may be back but he doesn’t plan on sticking around for long if he can help it. All Havoc wants in his life is to live on the open road and deal with club business with no connections to anyone. Carla strikes up a conversation with Havoc who at first isn’t really interested but theres something about Carla thats different than all the other girls. Carla is feisty. Havoc and Carla hook up and Carla understands that Havoc doesn’t do relationships, in fact she isn’t looking for one either after countless bad relationships in the past and a biker boyfriend was never in the plans for her, she wants stability. But then her plan gets screwed by a cheating ex, she fails collage because of a professor and doesn’t know what she's going to do with her life next. They have chemistry thats off the charts and neither of them want to stop hooking up but how long can they keep it up without someone wanting more?
Havoc is everything you want in a biker, gritty, deep, dark and he likes to be in control which also makes him the ultimate Alpha male. And Carla is the perfect heroine for him, she doesn't let him get away with anything and can hold her own when she needs to. She pushes Havoc to open up and share his feelings and past with her which helps them move forward in their relationship.
I really liked this book. The plot of this story is more focused on family and loss of a family member and illness than it is about the MC itself. I was drawn into the story and the relationship between Havoc and Carla from the first page. This story is told in duel POV meaning you know what both characters are feeling and you feel the emotions right along with them. I will definitely be adding the rest of the Storm MC series to my TBR list after reading this. Nina made these diverse and slightly flawed characters, their struggles and emotions seem real, she makes you wish you knew them in real life. Havoc and Carla are perfect together. This is a must read if you love MC alpha males and smart mouthed strong heroines.
