Chapter 21 Sasha
SASHA
The words hang in the air between us. I blink rapidly, trying to process what Havoc just said. He loves me? Marriage? Babies?
My heart feels like it might burst through my chest. I’ve been so afraid to name this feeling growing within—this desperate, consuming need that started not long after my father’s funeral.
It felt wrong to find love so quickly after such devastating loss.
Wrong to want my dad’s best friend. Wrong to feel so completely alive when I should be grieving.
But nothing about us has ever felt truly wrong.
“I love you too,” I whisper, my voice catching. “So much it scares me sometimes.”
Relief floods Havoc’s face, softening the hard lines around his eyes. His hands cup my cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears I didn’t realize were falling.
“You do?”
I nod, unable to stop smiling despite the tears. “I’ve been fighting it, thinking it was too soon to say it, that Dad wouldn’t approve—”
“Viking would’ve murdered me,” Havoc interrupts with a rough laugh, “but he’d have understood eventually. Some things you can’t fight.”
His mouth claims mine again, harder this time, more desperate. I press myself against him, feeling the solid wall of his chest against my breasts, the bite of his belt buckle against my stomach.
“Daddy,” I breathe against his lips, knowing what that word does to him.
His growl vibrates through me as his hands slide down, roughly gripping my ass.
“Need you now,” he mutters, backing me toward the wooden railing of Bluebell’s pen. “Can’t wait.”
His eyes have that dangerous, hungry look that makes heat pool between my legs. I reach for his belt, suddenly desperate to have him inside me.
“Then don’t wait,” I challenge, already breathless.
I don’t have time to process his response before he spins me around, his strong hands gripping my waist. My stomach hits the wooden railing, the mare nickering softly and moving to the far side as if to give us privacy.
“Fuck, I need you,” Havoc growls against my ear, his body pressing against mine from behind.
His rough hands find the hem of my dress, sliding up my thighs. I gasp as the cool air hits my bare skin, and I hear his sharp intake of breath when his fingers discover I’m not wearing any panties.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his voice dropping an octave. “No panties again?”
I smile to myself, heart racing with a mixture of vulnerability and power. I’ve been doing this more often lately—leaving my underwear behind when I know I’ll see him. Making myself available whenever he wants me.
“I thought you might like the easy access,” I admit, arching my back to press my ass against him. “I wanted to be ready for you.”
His hand slides between my thighs, finding me already slick and wanting. I moan as his fingers explore, teasing and testing.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, leaning down to bite gently at my shoulder. “Always ready for Daddy, aren’t you?”
I nod, my fingers gripping the wooden railing so hard my knuckles turn white. Behind me, I hear the zipper of his jeans slide down, the rustle of denim.
“Please,” I whimper, spreading my legs wider. The wooden fence is hard against my stomach, but I don’t care. All I can focus on is the feel of him positioning himself behind me.
I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, but instead of pushing forward, he slides it up and down my slick folds, teasing me relentlessly.
“What do you want, baby?” Havoc whispers. His large hands grip my hips firmly, keeping me from pushing back and taking what I want.
“You,” I gasp. “Please.”
He chuckles, low and deep, his cock still sliding against my entrance but never pushing inside. The teasing is exquisite torture.
“That’s not specific enough,” he says, leaning over me so his chest presses against my back. His silver hair tickles my cheek as he whispers in my ear. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want.”
Heat floods my face, but also between my thighs. “I want your cock inside me,” I whisper, then louder when he doesn’t move. “I want your cock, Daddy. Please.”
“Such pretty begging,” he praises, but still doesn’t give me what I need. Instead, one thick finger pushes into my soaking wet core. “But I don’t think you want it badly enough yet.”
I whimper as he works his finger in and out, adding a second one that doesn’t quench the ache the same way his cock does. My legs tremble as he curves his fingers to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg shamelessly now. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please, please, I’m dying for it.”
He withdraws his fingers and positions himself again. “One more time,” he demands. “Tell me what’s mine.”
“I’m yours,” I cry out, desperate now. “All of me. Forever. Please, Havoc, I need you inside me now. Please,” I pant, my desperation building with each second of denial. “I need your cock so bad. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”
My own words shock me, but I can’t stop now. I need him too badly.
“Please, Daddy. I want to feel you stretch me, fill me up completely.” My voice breaks as I press back against him. “I want your big cock pounding into me right here. I don’t care who hears me screaming your name.”
I reach between my legs, touching myself where I’m dripping wet for him. “Feel how wet I am for you. Only you make me this wet. Only you make me this desperate.”
I turn my head, meeting his eyes over my shoulder. “I want to be your dirty little slut, Daddy. I want you to use me however you want. Fuck my pussy, my ass, my mouth—I don’t care.”
Havoc’s eyes darken, his grip tightening almost painfully on my hips.
“Jesus Christ,” he growls, sounding both shocked and aroused.
“What happened to my sweet girl, huh? Look at you now.” He leans forward, his breath hot against my ear.
“I’ve fucking corrupted you, haven’t I? My baby girl is turning into such a dirty little slut for me. ”
His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back gently. “Begging me to fuck you out in the open, saying such filthy things with that pretty mouth.”
I whimper, pushing back against his cock again. “Please...”
“I love it,” he admits, voice rough with desire. “Fuck, I love every dirty word from your lips.”
Then Havoc slams inside me in one powerful thrust. I cry out, every nerve electrified by the sudden, perfect invasion. We’re completely exposed here beside Bluebell’s pen, nothing but open sky above us and fields and forest stretching in every direction. Anyone could walk by.
The thought makes me clench around him tighter.
“Fuck,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “You like this, don’t you? Being fucked out here where anyone could see what a dirty girl you are for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp as he pulls almost completely out before slamming back in. “God, yes.”
Each thrust pushes me against the wooden railing. Bluebell watches from the far side of the pen, completely unbothered by us. The spring breeze cools the sweat forming on my skin, a stark contrast to the fire building into an inferno.
“What if someone from the club drove up right now?” Havoc pants, setting a punishing rhythm. “Seeing their president’s cock stretching this tight little pussy. Would you want me to stop?”
“No,” I moan, shameless now. “Don’t stop. Let them watch. Let them see who I belong to.”
His hand reaches around to circle my clit, drawing tight, perfect circles that make my legs shake. “That’s right, baby girl. Show the whole fucking world who owns this pussy.”
A distant engine rumbles somewhere beyond the trees, and my pulse quickens. Instead of fear, a rush of excitement floods through me. My core clenches around Havoc’s cock at the possibility of being discovered.
“Hear that?” Havoc growls, his pace increasing. “Someone’s coming. Better come quick, baby, or they’re gonna see you getting fucked stupid.”
The danger pushes me higher, pleasure coiling tighter. Havoc pounds into me relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing across the open field. I’m right on the edge, trembling.
“Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine,” Havoc groans, his cock swelling as his own release approaches. “Let them hear you. Scream my name.”
The pressure builds, my muscles tensing as Havoc’s fingers work magic on my clit while his cock pounds relentlessly into me. I’m right there—right at the edge—when a truck engine grows louder, approaching fast.
“I’m coming!” I cry out, my vision blurring as the wave crashes over me.
The orgasm rips through me with devastating force, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Havoc’s length. Through the haze of pleasure, I hear the unmistakable blare of a horn—once, twice—followed by the crunch of tires on gravel.
Havoc doesn’t stop. If anything, he fucks me harder, gripping my hips with bruising force.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, even as embarrassment burns through me. I can’t bring myself to look, but I know exactly who it is—one of the prospects coming to take care of Bluebell.
“Damn, Prez! Don’t mind me, just delivering some hay!” Wyatt’s voice calls out, followed by a low whistle. “You know how to give it to her good!”
Havoc growls behind me, his pace somehow increasing. I bury my face in my arms, mortified yet impossibly turned on. My pussy clenches again, aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through me.
“Eyes on the road, prospect,” Havoc shouts back, but there’s no real anger in his voice. Just raw, male satisfaction.
“Can’t help it—quite the show you’re putting on,” Wyatt laughs, his voice closer now. “You two are so damn hot. I’ve been hoping for a repeat of you having her in front of everyone.”
The reminder of the pool table—of Havoc claiming me in front of everyone—sends another rush of wetness between my legs. I can feel Havoc growing even larger inside me, his cock swelling as he approaches his own release.
“You like this, don’t you?” Havoc pants against my ear, his rhythm growing erratic. “Being watched?”
I can only moan in response, my inner walls squeezing him tightly as another smaller orgasm ripples through me.
“You gonna come for him too, baby girl?” Havoc growls in my ear, his pace growing frantic. “Show the prospect how good Daddy makes you feel?”
The words should mortify me, but instead they send electricity racing through my body. I find myself pushing back against each brutal thrust, meeting Havoc halfway.
“Yes,” I moan, past caring who hears. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Havoc’s hand slides from my hip to between my legs, his fingers finding my swollen clit with ease. He rubs in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.
“Look at him,” Havoc commands, his voice rough with exertion. “Let him see your face when you come again.”
I turn my head, peering through sweat-dampened hair. Wyatt sits in his truck, door open, watching us with hungry eyes. His arm moves in a steady rhythm, and it takes my pleasure-hazed brain a moment to realize he’s released his cock from his jeans and is stroking himself.
Our eyes lock. Instead of looking away, Wyatt grins wickedly and nods, urging us on.
“Goddamn it, never seen anything so fucking hot,” he calls out.
Havoc responds with a growl, driving into me with renewed force. The new angle hits something deep inside me, and I feel another orgasm building impossibly fast.
“Oh god,” I whimper as pleasure coils tighter. “I’m gonna—”
“That’s it,” Wyatt encourages, his arm moving faster now.
Havoc slams into me, his cock pulsing inside me as he finally lets go. The hot rush of him filling me triggers my own release. I come with a scream, my entire body shaking as waves of white-hot pleasure crash through me.
“Fuck!” Wyatt grunts, his hand moving frantically now. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”
I collapse against the wooden railing, my legs barely supporting me as the last waves of pleasure ripple through my body. Havoc stays inside me, his chest pressed against my back, both of us breathing hard.
Wyatt lets out a satisfied grunt from his truck. “Thanks for the show,” he calls out, zipping himself up with a smirk. “Best delivery I’ve ever made.”
Havoc just grunts in response, still catching his breath. I hear the truck door slam and the engine rev as Wyatt drives around toward the back of the barn, giving us some privacy.
My cheeks burn hot with embarrassment now that the haze of lust is clearing.
“You okay?” Havoc murmurs, his lips brushing the nape of my neck.
I nod, not trusting my voice yet. He slips out of me, and I feel the evidence of his release trickling down my inner thighs. Before I can move to clean myself, Havoc gently turns me around and pulls me upright, his strong arms wrapping around me.
His mouth finds mine in a surprisingly tender kiss, so at odds with the rough claiming from moments ago. One hand cups my face, thumb stroking my cheek with such gentleness that tears spring to my eyes.
When he pulls back, his blue eyes study my face intensely, as if memorizing every detail.
“You’re the most perfect girl in the world,” he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “So beautiful. So brave. So fucking mine.”
The reverence in his voice makes my heart swell. This powerful, dangerous man is looking at me like I’m something precious—it still doesn’t seem real sometimes.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips. “So goddamn much.”