The Havoc We Wreak - Becca Steele Page 0,15

to the security guy in the guard hut, then he disappeared inside the docks for about twenty minutes, then left.”

“That’s it?” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my tone.

“Yeah. If I knew more, I wouldn’t keep it from you, mate.”

“I know.” I indicated to turn the car onto the side street that led to the private underground car park we used when we came into the city. Glancing over at him again, I chose my next words carefully. “Anything else you want to talk about? I know we’ve had all this shit going on, but I’m here for you, yeah?”

He was silent as I pulled up to the car park entrance and leaned out of the window to punch the entrance code into the pad mounted on a stalk in front of the entrance barrier. As the barrier lifted and I drove inside, he finally spoke.

“Nah, I’m good.”

I didn’t think so. I backed my R8 into a large space near the exit. “If you ever, y’know…”

“I know. Thanks.”

After we’d picked up Winter’s present and had a quick drink, I dropped Zayde back off at Mack’s shop so he could pick up his bike. Once we got away from the city traffic and onto the open roads, we raced each other home. He only won because he cheated, sneaking between the cars on his bike when I got stuck behind the world’s fucking slowest tractor.

Back at the house I managed to stash my purchase where Winter wouldn’t find it, then went to find my girlfriend. She was playing darts with my brother, both of them doubled over laughing when she kept missing the target. Without making my presence known, I stood back and watched her, carefree, her dark hair falling over her back, her sexy little ass encased in yoga pants that looked borderline illegal. My dick stirred as my eyes raked over every inch of her hot body. Fuck. I needed to be inside her.

I didn’t disturb her, though. My dick would have to wait. She needed this time to have fun and forget her worries for once. Weston, too, for that matter.

Not only that, but it was her birthday tomorrow, and I had research to do.

I left them to it and went to my computer.

SEVEN

It was my birthday. Anyone who had a birthday so soon after Christmas and New Year knew how much it could suck, but not this year. While I didn’t have my dad, and we were in the middle of a shitstorm with my mother, I had the Four and my friends to celebrate with me.

My day began with being woken by soft kisses from Caiden, who was fully dressed already. “Happy Birthday.” He gave me a heart-stopping grin, and I melted.

“Morning. Don’t you want to start my day off with birthday sex?” I bit my lip, dragging the duvet down to expose my body.

He growled low in his throat. “Fuck, Snowflake. I’ve got a plan for today, but when you look like that…”

Suddenly he was pouncing on me, pulling the rest of the covers off my body and burying his head between my legs.

Oh. Yes. This was how all birthdays should start, in my opinion. I gripped his hair, holding his head in place as he worked magic with his tongue and fingers, until I was crying out his name and completely spent.

“Go and shower, then join us for breakfast,” he commanded, raising his head and licking his lips, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Don’t you want me to take care of you?” I sat up, running my hand over the bulge in his jeans.

A low hiss escaped his lips, and he crawled up my body to kiss me. “Fuck. You’re impossible to resist. Not yet. We have plans.”

He tore himself away, his eyes darkened with lust as he stared at me. “Go and shower now, before I change my mind.”

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

He shook his head, reluctance written all over his face. “I can’t. Be quick. Come and find me downstairs.” He disappeared out of the room, leaving me staring after him. What was up with his behaviour? No sex, and he never turned down a chance to shower with me.

After a massive breakfast with all of the Four, Weston pushed a large box across the kitchen island to me.

“This is from all of us. We all chipped in. Happy Birthday, sis.” I tore open the wrapping paper to find a very expensive-looking laptop in a sleek white box.

I clapped a hand