Havok: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance - Riley Rollins Page 0,102

remember where I was.

Then I felt the pain in my shoulder and everything came back to me. I rolled over to where Holly had been lying next to me, but the woman was gone.

I vaguely remembered blowing her off when she didn't wanna fuck. Shit. I felt like a real asshole over that. But I'd needed a release so fuckin' bad after yesterday.

And God, I still did now. My cock was rock hard under a pair of boxer briefs that we'd picked up at the surplus store. As I lay on my back, I reached down and wrapped one hand around my stiff tool. Fuck, I was so hard, but no way was I gonna pressure her. I wasn't a fuckin' brute and I could tell she had shit on her mind. But I had to get a release.

I spit on my hand, reached under the fabric of my boxers, and wrapped my hand around my erect dick. I began to jerk my hand up and down the length of my shaft. In my mind I pictured Holly there next to me, naked and on her knees, begging me to take her.

Jesus, I wanted to have her again so bad. I'd never felt like this about any chick before. I thought back to the way her firm ass had felt pressed against my hips as I plowed into her, balls deep. I squeezed my hand harder around my cock and jerked faster, recalling how her perky little breasts had felt in the palms of my hands as I'd exploded inside her. And it pushed me over the edge.

"Oh, fuck," I said under my breath. My dick began to pulse, shooting its creamy, pent-up load all over my t-shirt and the blanket. But I didn't give a fuck. It felt so fucking good to get off to her. Next time it had better fucking be inside her.

I took off my bloodied t-shirt and used it to clean up, and realized how hot it was in the tent. Jesus. I pulled my jeans on, opened the flap, and stepped outside into the hot, bright blue morning.

I felt a clarity of mind that I hadn't had in the last couple days. I was pretty sure that this bullshit with the Demons was being driven directly by fucking Vargas. That fat piece of Reaper shit was reckless enough to try turning the Demons against the Sons.

My train of thought was interrupted by Holly. I saw her standing by the cage, and she was topless also. She held one of our water jugs and she was scrubbing her shirt between her hands. She hadn't noticed me yet, and I watched her beautiful body as she worked. Her skin was light and pale in the morning sun, her waist slender and her breasts tight against her chest. God, she was gorgeous. My cock stiffened in my pants again, and I felt like no amount of release would be enough. Trying to drain my balls with her around was like trying to drain the fucking Niagara Falls.

I walked toward her and the cage. When she noticed me approaching, she turned toward me and crossed her arms over her chest. I grinned at her.

"Don't stop, darlin'" I said. I could see her eyes roaming over my bare chest and six pack. But then I saw them turn to the wound on my shoulder, and she furrowed her brow, still crossing her arms and hiding her breasts.

"How's the shoulder?" she asked.

I extended my arm and rotated my shoulder, stretching and testing the muscles. There were no more sharp pains, just a dull ache. "Better," I said. "Fucking glad the bullet didn't lodge. Could've gotten real nasty."

"Does it feel infected?"

I shrugged. "Nah. Never had a problem with that kinda thing." It was true. I'd gotten pretty fucked up on a few occasions, but I always bounced back fast. My body was a tank that just couldn't be stopped.

"Hmm," she said, still looking at the wound disapprovingly.

I stepped toward her, moving to put my hands on her waist, grinning at her. But, she turned her cheek and moved away. "Whatever," she said, and I realized she was mocking what I said to her last night. I just cracked a smile at her. I wasn't even mad. She looked hot as fuck.

"You gonna get dressed?" I said.

"Actually, yeah. Would you mind?"

"Not at all." I grinned again.

"Ugh. Turn around."

I laughed and turned away. But then I turned back, just in time to see