Chapter 9
CARLA I’m certain Havoc’s hands were born with a sixth sense for my ass. “Let’s not waste any time getting those presents to me,” he growls before leading me back inside.
Less than two minutes later, I’m on my back on our bed and Havoc is pulling his T-shirt over his head.
I sit up and reach for his belt. Undoing it, I find his eyes. They’re glued to mine, the heat in them intensifying. “Can you believe your wife is married to a man who is now forty-one?”
He brings his hand to my hair and runs his fingers through it before gripping a handful. Angling my head back, he dips his mouth to my neck and kisses his way up to my lips. “Thank fuck she is. And thank fuck she knows how to give good fuckin’ birthday presents.”
Havoc never takes the bait when his age is mentioned.
Not that I mention it often. His sister does, though.
Yvette and Havoc give each other shit for everything.
It’s how they show their love. She often brings up our eight-year age gap and wonders out loud about him having to fight off younger men in his old age.
I’m always amused by their conversations, but equally glad that he doesn’t ever take it seriously.
I lower his zip and reach for his cock. The hiss that falls from his lips when I wrap my hand around it is a sound I live for.
I bend my mouth to him and circle my tongue over the tip, loving the taste of him. His hand comes to the top of my head as I take him in.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his hand pressing my face to him.
I suck him slowly, making sure to treat him to my tongue in the exact way I know he loves. After ten years with him I know all his favourites, and blowjobs rank high on that list, so I’ve had a lot of practice.
I suck and lick, taking him as far back to my throat as I can, losing myself to the sounds he makes and the way he grips my hair.
And then, my phone rings.
It’s my mother’s ringtone.
I ignore it and keep sucking.
The ringing stops but starts up again almost instantly.
Again, I ignore it.
When it stops and starts again, Havoc growls, “Jesus, your mother always knows when you’ve got your lips around my dick.”
I look up at him, still sucking. I have no intention of answering her call, but he has other ideas.
Pulling his dick from my mouth, he says, “Answer it.”
“No. She can wait.”
I try to reach for him, to bring him back to my mouth, but he shakes his head. “Answer it, Carla. We both know she’s not going to stop calling. And it might be important.”
I arch my brows. “We both know it’s likely not something important.” Mum tends to call with recipe suggestions, or ideas for fun things she wants to do with our daughter, or requests for me to take her somewhere during the next week.
Havoc grabs my phone off the chest of drawers and hands it to me. “The sooner you answer her, the sooner I can get inside you.”
I take the phone while grumbling, “It’s at times like this I think I should have married an asshole who would never stop me sucking his dick so I could talk to my mother about recipes.” I then answer the phone with, “Please tell me this is about more than a new recipe you found.”
“Well, I did find a new meatloaf recipe Havoc would love, but that’s not what I’m calling about. I need Havoc to call his plumber mate again.”
“Oh God, you’re toilet’s blocked again?”
“No, it’s the shower this time. The bathroom flooded tonight when I took a shower, and the water won’t go down the drain.”
“Did you try that Easy Off Drain Cleaner that Havoc told you about? It works so well for us.” I track Havoc’s ass while he exits the bedroom, wishing like hell I’d put my phone on silent. This conversation could definitely have waited.
“Yes, it didn’t work. Havoc told me to let him know if it didn’t work and he’d send his mate over to take a look. Can you please let him know to do that?”
“Yes, will do. I’ll text you once I know when the guy will be there.” I contemplate what my husband is doing and how many seconds until I’ll have his dick again. Leaving the bedroom, I go in search of him, ready to get back to where we were.
“I also need help with something else,” Mum says as I run into Havoc in the hallway. His eyes meet mine questioningly. I don’t even need to hear his question; I know what it is. How much longer?
I move into him and place my hand to his bare chest. “Can this wait, Mum? I was in the middle of something.”
“Not really. There’s a snake in my bathroom. I can’t get hold of Nash to come and get it out. Can you ask Havoc if he’ll come over, please?”
“Oh my God, why didn’t you start with this? We’ll come over now.” At Havoc’s frown, I enlighten him, “There’s a snake in her house.”
He nods and moves into action, leaving me alone in the hallway.
“It’s a carpet snake. It’s not going to hurt me. But I would prefer it not be in my home.”
“Jesus, Mum, a snake’s a snake as far as I’m concerned,” I say as I locate shoes. “We’ll see you soon.”
“Thank you, darling. Oh, and there’s chocolate cake here I made this morning. I’ll make some tea for you two to have with it while you’re here.”
We end the call and I walk into the bedroom where Havoc’s sitting on the bed putting his boots on. “As soon as you’re done with this snake, we’re coming back here to finish what we started. When Mum offers you cake, you say no.”
He looks up at me. “What cake has she made?”
I groan. Mum’s cakes are amazing, and Havoc is an addict. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not having any tonight.”