27. Havoc
Havoc
If the military taught me anything, it’s to always have a contingency plan. To be prepared for anything because the second things seem to be going the way they should, a land mine is bound to blow the earth out from under you.
So that’s what I’ve been doing for the past three days while Ghost continues to search for Aimee’s father. I’ve traveled to nearby towns, meeting with friendly clubs, gathering intel. Setting the wheels in motion in case this goes to complete hell.
And every time I return to the clubhouse, Aimee is waiting. Worry in her eyes when I don’t have any better news than when I left.
It’s starting to eat away at me. I feel like I’m failing her all over again.
There are only two weeks until the end date Titan set on his bargain, and we’re barely making progress. If I don’t figure something out soon, Aimee will never forgive me for not letting her turn herself in to save her father.
I just hope Titan hasn’t already taken alternative action.
He isn’t known for being noble, and if he’s willing to trade Anderson for Aimee, Anderson must no longer be of use to them. For all we know, Titan disposed of Anderson in retaliation after I killed his nephew.
All I can do is hope his desire to lure Aimee in is stronger than his need for action before our deadline. No matter how sick that thought makes me.
When I pull up to the clubhouse, Chaos lets me know Aimee is at Kings Auto with Soul and Venom, so I turn back around and head into the city.
She barely sits still when I leave the compound for more than a day, tagging along when the guys go to work.
I was planning on heading to Santa Fe tomorrow, but I might need to delay that trip another day if she’s anxious.
By the time I make it to Kings Auto, I find Aimee sitting on the edge of the bay, with her feet dangling inside. She’s laughing at something Soul says, and it takes me back in time to when she used to sit there and talk to me while I worked.
At the sound of my motorcycle, she looks up, and her smile widens as she spots me climbing off my bike.
It’s fucking stunning.
Uninhibited.
The chips of ice that covered her expression a month ago have melted. Every day away from the Iron Sinners has the shadows in her eyes lightening. Her cheeks warm. Like she’s coming back to life .
“You’re back,” she says at my approach.
“And you’re here.” I stop behind her, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. “Sorry I left you with such shit company. Maybe I should have come home a day sooner.”
“You’re just jealous your girl likes us better than you.” Soul tosses a rag at me, and I narrowly dodge it.
Venom doesn’t look up from where his head is buried in the engine, but I don’t miss that he’s chuckling.
I step farther into the garage, reviewing the board on the back wall to check on the status of a few bigger projects, even though my name isn’t on any of them. It’s habit. After all these years, I still spend more time in the garage than anywhere else when Steel doesn’t have me on the road.
This is my home.
Not my father’s house. Not the clubhouse.
These bays, filled with the heavy scent of oil and rubber, are where I belong. Music hammering through the speakers. Concrete beneath my feet and the heat of Vegas rippling through the open bay doors. Nothing compares.
And to see Aimee here again after all these years fills my chest with so much hope I might burst. But I can’t say anything, or I might scare her away.
“Did you have a good trip?” Aimee’s voice comes from behind me.
I spin to find her standing close. She tucks her hair behind her ears like she does when she’s nervous, and it reveals her rosy cheeks. Cheeks that are fuller lately. It’s a relief considering how hollow her face was after the Iron Sinners starved her.
“Reno was fine.” I grab her waist and pull her closer. “But I’d rather be here.”
Aimee hums, looking up at me with her beautiful, brown eyes like she’s trying to decide whether I’m lying to her.
I’m not. It’s something Reaper made sure to call me out on the entire trip.
I made friends with the president of the Reno chapter after I got out of the military.
Reaper needed help with a rival club, and Steel sent a few of us to assist—me included.
I was there for a few months, splitting my time between partying with him and his club and helping him eliminate their rivals.
Reaper has only known me as a bitter, single man.
But this trip, I couldn’t stop grinning. Not when Aimee regularly called and texted. I’d go to bed early just to lock myself in a room to talk to her. Reaper gave me shit for two days, but I couldn’t care less.
Standing over Aimee now, soaking in her honey-brown eyes, I can’t understand why the guys even bother trying to test my loyalty to her. Everything from the point of her nose to the freckles that dot below her left eye is a work of art I can’t look away from.
My firecracker.
“Hopefully the guys weren’t total assholes while I was gone.”
“No more than usual.” She shrugs .
“Hey,” Soul shouts from the bay, but he’s not actually offended. “You fucking love us.”
“You’re fine, I guess.” Aimee shoots him a playful smile.
He shakes his head. “We’re taking off for the night. You good to close?”
“I got it.”
Closing doesn’t consist of much more than shutting the garage doors since the shop shut down an hour ago.
Venom slams the hood, and they both quickly clean up before leaving. Then it’s just me and Aimee.
“I wasn’t expecting you back until later tonight.” She lifts onto one of the metal workbenches, looking too damn beautiful in jeans and a simple T-shirt. “Too bad you’re leaving again tomorrow.”
“I decided to postpone that trip actually.”
She gives me a worried look. “Why?”
I walk up to her, and she shifts her knees open so I can stand between her legs. She still refuses to say certain things, but her body welcomes me in a way that reciprocates my feelings.
“Why do you think?” I tip her chin up, tapping my thumb on her mouth.
The blush that crawls her cheeks is stunning. Her chest rises and falls as I lean closer, pressing my body into her core.
“I missed you,” she whispers so quietly, it’s almost as if she’s scared of her confession.
She grabs my belt, her hips rocking against my already rock-hard cock. Physical touch is a defense mechanism for her, and as much as I love her touch, I know she’s trying to reduce her feelings to sex. But deep in her gaze, I see the truth.
“I missed you too.” I rake her hair back and claim her lips.
She tastes like fire.
Like my world burning to ashes.
My soul rising from nothing.
Her back arches, which presses her chest flush against mine.
My palms find her tits, and she’s not wearing a bra, allowing me to pluck at her peaked nipples through her thin T-shirt.
Her body responds to my every touch. Little moans and gasps escape her lips with each bite of my teeth and every sweep of my tongue.
This girl makes me primal.
“I thought you couldn’t be prettier.” I peel off her shirt and kiss down her throat. “But you topless on my workbench is a work of art.”
She gasps as I tease one of her nipples with my teeth. “I didn’t take you for an art connoisseur.”
“I’m not.” I lean lower, kissing her stomach as I undo her jeans. “And I’m not an artist, but it won’t stop me from painting you in cum.”
I slip off her shoes and socks.
Aimee bites her lower lip, planting her hands on the bench so she can lift her hips when I strip her pants and underwear off. Until she’s sitting in the center of the garage wearing nothing but that beautiful fucking smile.
The girl I handed my heart to when I was seventeen finally brings it home.
“You have a dirty fucking mouth.” She smirks .
I lean in, nipping at her lower lip. “You like it.”
Aimee grabs the back of my neck and brings her mouth to my ear. “I like it better when it’s between my legs.”
“Yes, ma’am.” My blood courses in my veins as I drop to my knees on the cement.
Aimee sits with her legs wide in front of me.
And when my tongue lands between them, she fills the garage with echoes of her screams. The most beautiful sounds flood the space as she writhes and thrashes.
Her hands grasp for anything to hold her in place, until she latches her fingers around the chains that hang on the wall behind her.
I circle up to her clit and shove two fingers deep.
Until her body shakes and the chains rattle.
She’s the best thing I’ve tasted.
Her sweet pussy grinds against my chin, making a mess of my face. And I lick her until her thighs muffle my ears and drown out all sound. Until she’s coming so hard her toes curl against my back.
When she finally relaxes, she’s shaking. But I don’t give her time to cool off because I need her more than my club or whiskey or air. I need this girl like she’s the electrical shock bringing life to my heart.
Shoving to my feet, I tug her off the workbench and flip her around to bend her over it.
“Be a good girl and hold on.” I free my cock and stroke it through her center.
Aimee grabs the ledge of the bench where it lifts slightly, and I drive my hips forward, fucking her hard and fast into it. Her ass bounces with every thrust, and she sings me a melody with her screams .
She peeks over her shoulder with a sated gaze, and those sparks that set me off every time ignite. I grip her arms to tug her body to me.
“Levi,” she cries out as I fuck her.
I’ve spent so many years being called Havoc—causing it—that I almost forgot who I really am, but Aimee reminds me. Of the good and the bad. My soul might be beyond forgiveness, but if I get to have her before I wind up in hell, then I’ll take it.
My spine tingles. It shoots from my toes through my legs. Her pussy squeezes as she comes again on a deep thrust, and I’m about to lose all composure and follow her. But before she can tease my release out of me, I pull out and set her back on the bench to do as promised.
I want to paint her.
I want to make art.
I stroke my cock with one hand while using the other to grab her jaw. My thumb hooks over her teeth as I peel her mouth open to feel her every gasp. There’s something stunning about how she trusts me so completely.
With every stroke, I stare into her eyes. Until my cum shoots across her stomach and drips down between her legs. I paint her perfect body and appreciate the utter beauty of it. Her tits heave as my cum slides down her, dripping onto the cement.
When I finally relax, I swipe my thumb across her inner thigh and lift it to her lips, painting them next, before shoving it over her tongue.
“Fuck, I missed you.” I grab the back of her head and pull her in for a kiss .
Hard and quick. Desperate because that’s what she makes me.
Her fingers fist my cut as our lips break apart, and she looks up at me. “I missed you too.”