His voice became angry.  “Don’t fucking tell me to fuck off, bitch.”

She didn’t say anything back to him, all I could hear was the noise of the people in the background.  And then she said, “Shit!”

“Carla, what the fuck is happening?” I demanded to know; I was wide awake now.

“He fucking groped my tit, but I think he’s gone now.”

“Tell me where you are.  I’m coming to get you,” I said as I grabbed the keys to Dad’s ute and began walking outside.  I wasn’t sure why the hell I was doing this, but I kept moving anyway.

She rattled off the name of the club as I started the car.  Putting my phone on speakerphone, I ordered, “Keep talking to me while I drive.”

The bar was a ten minute drive from where I was, and she prattled on about God knows what the whole time.  Fuck, I could probably listen to her voice for hours and stay hard the whole time.  And thank Christ that dickhead seemed to have left her alone.

I parked the ute, hung up from her and made my way inside.  The beat of the music, and the noise of the crowd assaulted me as I entered.  I fucking hated these types of clubs that played this dance music shit; give me a pub with a live band any day over this crap.  Spotting her at the bar, I headed in her direction.

She saw me, and smiled a drunken smile.  In the time between me hanging up on her and now, she’d started talking to another guy, and he didn’t look too pleased to see her watching me approach.  “Who’s this?” he asked when I stopped in front of her.

“I’m with her, dickhead,” I muttered while curling my arm around her waist and pulling her to me.  She smelt fucking amazing and felt even better as I pushed my hand up under the bottom of her shirt and found skin.

Her hand snaked around my waist too, and she murmured, “Yeah, he’s with me.  He’s got magic ways with his cock and I really hope he’ll show me them again tonight.”

I bent my mouth to her ear.  “Jesus fuck, woman, you’ve got a dirty mouth that’s gonna get you into trouble one day,” I said while trying to ignore the begging my dick was doing.

She turned to me, her eyes full of lust.  “Can it get me into trouble tonight, Havoc?”  As she said this, her free hand landed on my dick and she began rubbing me.

Fuck.  “Trouble’s your middle fuckin’ name, isn’t it?” I growled, reaching for her hand and pulling it off my crotch.  “You keep that shit up, and I’ll be banging you on the fuckin’ bar.”

She pouted at me.  “You keep talking but all I’m hearing is a whole lot of grumbling.  I’ve never known a man to not jump at the chance of sex.”

The idiot she’d been talking to cut in.  “Baby, if you want sex, I’ll give it to you.”

My head snapped in his direction.  “Back the fuck off, asshole.  The only man she’s gonna be fucking tonight is me.”  He scowled but got the message and left.

As I watched him go, Carla placed her hand back on my crotch, and said, “Halle-fucking-lujah!  Now can we hurry - “

I cut her off, and yanked her hand off my dick again.  “Stop talking, darlin’, and start fuckin’ walking.  And if you touch my dick again before I say you can, I’m gonna make your ass red.”

Her eyes widened, and a sexy grin formed on her lips.  “I like the way you think, and I might just be tempted to break that command before you get me home.”

I bent to her ear again.  “Who the fuck said anything about getting you home?  If you think I can wait that long to get my dick in you, you’re fuckin’ dreaming.”

She licked her lips.  “Hell to the fucking yes!”  And then she did as I said, and walked out of the club, her ass swaying from side to side teasing the hell out of me as she went.

I followed her out, and then led the way to the ute.  She eyed it, and asked, “Why do you drive this instead of your bike?  I kinda wanted to see what sex on a bike was like.”

“I’m not putting your drunk ass on the back of my bike,” I responded as I opened the door for her and helped her in.

She began rambling about something but I tuned it out as I headed around to the driver’s side.  I was sure she’d still be talking when I got in the car, and I was right.  I let her get all her words out before asking, “Do you always talk this much?”

Her filthy glare was the only answer I got, but it shut her up.

I started the car and asked her, “What’s your address?”

She frowned.  “I’m not telling you my address until after you screw me.  You made promises and I need you to make good on them.”

I let my gaze dip to take in the tight jeans and top she was wearing, and then I looked back at her face.  She was a sexy woman, but sitting here in her drunken state with her pout and her demands for sex, she was off the fucking charts hot.  You could have put her next to a woman with the tits and curves I would have preferred, and in this moment I would still choose Carla over her.  There was an indescribable something to her; something that was making me act in ways I never did with a woman.

“Darlin’ I’m making good on those promises.  On the way to your house.  So give me the goddamn address and then rest your mouth for what I have planned for it.”

She sucked in a breath, and then her address tumbled out of her mouth before she finally shut the hell up.  We drove in silence until I pulled off the road and into a park.  I found a dark, secluded spot and cut the engine.  Turning to her, I wrapped my hand around her neck, and pulled her face to mine.  My eyes bore into hers, and for a moment we just stared at each other; just felt the electricity humming between us.  Her breathing grew shallow, almost to a pant.  Mine did too.  I wanted this woman, and fought the urge to take her hard and fast.  No, I wanted to drag the pleasure out; let the anticipation build until her pussy was so wet that my dick would fucking drown in it.