Havoc

8 - Stay

Havoc

“Can I have a quick word?”

I look up at BlackJack and nod my head while placing my beer on the kitchen counter. “What’s up?”

He walks closer. “Wynter would like to meet the rest of the family. I hadn’t told her that they were all outside at first. When she asked me when she’d be able to meet them, I blurted it out.”

I raise my eyebrow while BlackJack rubs the back of his neck.

“Why the hell are they all outside?”

I get why Taylor would have come along, but all of them?

Great, sixteen people in my house, for Christ knows how long.

“We were having a family dinner, waiting for Wrench, as always. When he arrived, he told us about Wynter, and Phoenix wanted to come right over.”

I refrain from rolling my eyes. Typical fuckin.g Phoenix.

“So, you all decided to come over?”

BlackJack shrugs his shoulders. “It is what it is. Wynter would like to meet them, but if you’d rather she come over to our place, that’s no problem.”

He knows full well that I’m not going to agree with that. Son of a bitc.h.

“It’s fine, bring them in.”

BlackJack nods and leaves the room, passing Wynter on his way out.

Wynter smiles at me shyly. “Havoc, I’m sorry about this, I wasn’t thinking. When I asked when I’d be able to meet the others, I didn’t think Jack would say right now.” She nervously tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear.

I walk towards her and wrap my arm around her waist. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Wynter. You have every right to want to meet your family.” I cup her cheek, and she leans into my touch. “Just be warned, the Anderson’s are a loud bunch. It can be a little overwhelming having them all in one place.”

Wynter giggles. “I’ll be okay as long as you’re with me.” Her hand clasps the side of my neck. “I’ve really missed you, Havoc.”

“I’ve missed you, too, darlin’. More than you’ll ever know.”

Both hands come to my face, and I look into Wynter’s eyes. This woman is everything to me. She has been since the day I met her. I love her, and I won’t lose her again.

I rest my forehead against Wynter’s for a moment and breathe in the scent of her skin. She kisses me, and I’m lost for a moment.

“I love you,” She whispers against my lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” I slide my hand to her face again. “I have never and will never love anyone the way I love you. Come home, baby. Tell me you’ll stay.”

Wynter smiles at me and is about to say something when someone else butts in. “For the love of God, put the man out of his misery so we can meet already.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help smirking. Wynter looks at me with wide eyes, and I can see she’s embarrassed.

“That would be Phoenix,” I tell Wynter. “She has no tact, but you’ll get used to her. Come on, let’s go see your family.” The family that is disappearing one by one into the den.

“Wait,” Wynter yanks on my hand, stopping me from moving.

“What is it?”

“Before we go in there, I just wanted you to know that...” She swallows hard. “That I want to come home, Cole. I love you, and I don’t want to be without you any longer.”

Instantly, I pull Wynter into my arms and kiss the shi.t out of her. “I love you. Now, let’s get in there before Phoenix sends out a search party.” Wynter nods and takes a deep breath. “Don’t be nervous; everything will be all right, you’ll see.” I wink, and she laughs.

I lead Wynter to the den, and I can feel her shaking with nerves beside me. I give her hand a squeeze. She looks up at me, and I shoot her a wink.

“There she is,” BlackJack smiles. “Everyone, this is Wynter.” He comes closer and wraps his arm around Wynter’s shoulder, gently tugging her away from me.

Wynter shoots me an apologetic smile my way, but I just smile while shaking my head.

“Now, I’m going to introduce you one by one, so bear with me. It’ll take a while.” BlackJack chuckles. I haven’t seen him this giddy about anything in a long time. “This beautiful angel is my wife, Taylor.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Wynter holds her hand out to Taylor, but Taylor is out of her seat and hugging the shi.t out of Wynter.

Taylor never changes, nor should she. She’s kind and loving and everyone’s favorite person. If anyone can show Wynter what a family looks like, it’s Taylor.

“I’m so happy to meet you, sweetheart.” Taylor pulls away from Wynter but keeps one hand on her face. “I don’t want you to worry about anything, Wynter. You have a big family here, and we’ll take good care of you.”

From the moment I met Wynter, all she had ever wanted was a family of her own. Now she has one; I don’t think she knows how to process it all. I’m not opposed to Wynter getting to know the Anderson’s, but I do think this was pushed on her too soon. She looks so out of her depth. Sure, they wanted to meet her right now, but she hadn’t had time to settle in before they descended on her like this.

“This is Stryker and Coral. Stryker is our eldest,”

“Adopted son?” Wynter asks. It’s pretty evident that Stryker isn’t BlackJack and Taylor’s biological son. He’s not much younger than them. Plus, I already explained their family dynamic to her.

“That’s right,” Stryker smiles while shaking Wynter’s hand. “Coral is my wife.”

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Coral smiles.

“This is Axel,” Who was once Mark. “And this is Knox, Stryker, and Coral’s sons. Over here, we have Elie, Stryker, and Coral’s daughter and eldest child.”

I can see Wynter trying to remember names as BlackJack points them out.

“Now, Elie is married to Wrench. That might sound a little strange to you, but Stryker and Wrench aren’t blood-related, and we never adopted Stryker through the courts, so it’s all legal and above board.”

That shi.t is a lot for anyone to get their head around, though I can see Wynter is taking it all in her stride. The crap my wife has been through means nothing surprises her these days.

“Here we have Kaleb, Dominic, and Cindy, Wrench and Elie’s children.” They each say hello to Wynter before BlackJack moves on to Hawk. “This is Hawk, his wife Brooke, and their children Blade and DJ.” Blade was once Gabe before he took his road name.

“Welcome to the family.” Wynter smiles at DJ while shaking his hand.

“Anything you need, you let us know.” Blade winks.

“Thank you.”

I’m not sure anyone has noticed Phoenix yet. She’s standing in front of the open fire, her eyebrow raised, tapping her foot in annoyance. I smirk behind my hand because she’s such a brat sometimes. Phoenix is actually BlackJack and Taylor’s youngest, Dana. Dana became Phoenix because she had always sworn blind that she would one day become the first female member of Snakes Henchmen MC.

“Why am I always last?”

“Aww, my princess,” BlackJack kisses Phoenix’s cheek, making her smile. “I always save the best for last.” He winks. “Wynter, I’d like you to meet my baby girl. This is Phoenix. Phoenix, this is Wynter.”

“Nice to meet you, cousin,” Phoenix winks.

The girl isn’t big on hugging, especially in the last few months. Phoenix has changed a lot since her boyfriend left for the military. I don’t know what happened between them; I only know it hardened that girl’s heart.

I stand at the back of the room, watching them all talking and laughing. It’s nice to see Wynter laughing the way she is; I don’t think I’ve ever seen her laugh this much.

I listen to the stories each person tells, stories of BlackJack’s kids when they were small. Wynter laughs along with the embarrassing things Taylor lets slip. Then, it’s the younger generations’ turn to be embarrassed by stories their parents tell about them.

When asked about her past, Wynter is reluctant to speak about it. BlackJack points out that she doesn’t have to talk about anything she doesn’t want to. I think everyone understands that he’ll fill them in on what he and Wynter discussed.

“Apart from being embarrassed every five seconds,” Axel says. “It’s not so bad being an Anderson.”

“I can see that,” Wynter laughs. By blood, she’s an Anderson, but by name, Wynter is a Caldwell. Something these people seem to have bypassed.

“You’ll love being an Anderson,”

I rub the back of my neck in frustration as Phoenix bangs on about Wynter being one of them.

It shouldn’t irk me the way it is doing, but I can’t seem to stop the annoyance creeping in.

Why is it so hard for them to understand that Wynter is a Caldwell?

Yeah, she’s got Anderson blood, but that’s as far as it goes now.

“I’m sure I’m going to like being part of your family. However,” Wynter looks over at me, and I can tell she can see how annoyed I am. “I’m not an Anderson any longer. I’m a Caldwell, the same as my husband.”

I can’t help the smile of pride creeping across my face. I wink at Wynter, and she smiles shyly.

“Of course you are. Sweetheart, we meant no offense. We’re just so happy that you’re part of our family.”

“Thank you, Aunt Taylor. I’m happy to be part of your family.”

* * *

It’s been a long fuckin.g day, and I’m relieved when BlackJack decides it’s time to leave. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad Wynter had this time with her family, but we haven’t had enough time alone since I brought her back.

I lean my forehead against the front door as soon as it’s closed. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The sound of a motorcycle pulling away soothes me, as it always does.

“Havoc,” Wynter strokes her hand down my back. “Are you okay?”

I lift my head, turn on the spot, grab Wynter, and pin her to the wall beside me. She looks at me, eyes wide, and swallows hard. I press my mouth to hers, and she slides her hands into my hair, holding me against her hot body.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“Havoc,” Wynter groans against my mouth. “I need you. Fuc.k me, please.”

I growl like a damn dog and pull her top over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, and my mouth latches on to her tit.s one at a time. I’ve missed the taste of her skin, and I want my mouth on every inch of her body, but I’m too wound up for that.

I yank her leggings and panties down her thighs while she attacks my belt and then my zipper. My eyes roll to the back of my head when she pulls my coc.k out and strokes the length of it, hard and ready for her. I unbuckle my jeans and push them past my ass. I don’t have time to undress either of us; we’re both too frantic and wanting each other desperately. It’s been too damn long!

I push Wynter’s thighs apart a little, line my coc.k up with her cunt, and push home. Wynter screams at the invasion, and I grunt at the feeling of her puss.y crushing my coc.k. Damn, she’s still tight, and I’m fighting not to blow my load already.

Wynter wraps one arm around my neck and holds onto my forearm with the other. She moves her hips in time with my thrusts, and we fuc.k savagely where we stand. Neither of us is going to last long; it's been months without each other, months when I haven’t touched another woman. I didn’t because all I wanted was Wynter.

Am I worried that Wynter slept with someone else in the time we’ve been apart?

No. I know her better than that. Besides, if she had, Wynter would have told me the moment we got here because this is the type of woman she is.

Wynter hooks the fingers of her right hand into my hair and clutches my neck with her left. I grab her ass in my hands and fuc.k into her as hard and fast as I can. She screams as she cum.s, her head dropped back, and her body convulsing.

Seeing her cu.m like that has me cumming so hard, I have to slam a hand against the wall to stop myself from falling.

“Jesus Christ, Wynter.”

She giggles cheekily and then kisses the breath from within me. “I love you. Thank you for giving me another chance.”

I pull out of her body and put my dic.k away while Wynter kicks off her leggings and picks them up from the floor. She stands against the wall, naked as the day she was born.

I lick my lips and touch my hand to her face. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” I counter back. “And for the record, I love you, too. Now, get up those stairs. I’m gonna fuc.k the shi.t out of you all over again.”

Wynter squeals, ducks under my arm, and runs up the stairs. I shake my head and chuckle.

Fuc.k sleep, who needs it?