Page 3 of Haze
“They said somethin’ ’bout gettin’ a drink. You want one?” Devyn’s head moved up and down before she could even think about her response. Haze grinned and reached his large hand out to her. She noted the tattoos covering his hands andwondered what each of them meant before she fit her dainty manicured hand inside his palm.
He walked her through the thick crowd of people while nerves danced around her. She wasn’t a woman who turned to mush over men. Her parents taught her all about self-worth and taking things slow when it came to romantic relationships, so why did she find herself wanting to follow Haze to the pits of Hell, if that was wherever he wanted to lead her?
When they ended up at a side door of some random house, she didn’t even hesitate to follow him inside.
Girl, get it together. You could be following this man to your death, and you’re doing it with a damn smile on your face.
Devyn quickly turned her girlish grin into a passive face as she looked around the room they were now in. Actually, it wasn’t a room at all. It was a garage the size of a damn warehouse. She quickly realized it was connected to the house they had just been standing in front of with all the bikes.
“Whoa,” she muttered as she took a few more steps inside the massive garage. Her heels echoed off the concrete walls and high ceilings.
“I keep my private stash of liquor in here,” he said as he moved down the rows of bikes toward the back of the space.
Devyn idly followed him, her eyes shifting from the luxury bikes to the way Haze walked. She bit her bottom lip as she got caught up in this mystery of a man.
Shaking her head, she tried to focus on something other than him and asked, “Do these bikes belong to the club?”
Haze reached a small cupboard in the back and grabbed a bottle of brown liquor and two crystal glasses. He poured their drinks as he responded. “They belong to me, Thicka.”
Her eyes bulged. “All these are yours?”
The one outside he claimed was his had to have cost a pretty penny. This garage had to be worth millions. Multi-millions.
“Yeah.” He cheesed all in her face as he handed her a glass.
Deeply impressed and with nothing else to say, she raised her glass to clink his. “Cheers to that, then, shit.”
He chuckled before he downed his drink. Something told her it wasn’t his first of the night and that it wouldn’t be his last.
She sipped hers slowly, well aware that liquor would cause her to make some very bad decisions. As she eyed him, she realized this man alone would cause her to make some bad decisions, but something in her was 100 percent okay with that.
“You wanna sit?” Haze asked.
She noticed he looked down at her feet. The heels she wore might look uncomfortable, but they weren’t. She lived in heels. Aside from cars, shoes were her guilty pleasure.
Still, she nodded.
Haze glanced around, probably noticing the lack of seating in the garage, and then he surprised her. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her. Just as she was about to protest, he placed her on the wide seat of a bike and stepped back, dropping his hands from her sides. She instantly missed his touch.
“I could have gotten up here just fine.”But thank you oh so kindly for your help.She licked her lips as she peered at him.
Haze’s eyes slowly made their way down her body. Like, really painfully slow. She felt her entire body heat up as he considered her. When he finally looked back into her brown eyes, he said, “I don’t know, Thicka. You a lil thang. That’s a big boy bike.”
“Why you keep callin’ me that? And what, you think I can’t handle a big boy bike?” One of her brows arched in challenge. She was pretty sure that by that point they both knew they weren’t still talking about bikes.
He chuckled and flicked his nose. “You see how thick you are? Them thighs in those shorts should be a crime, love.” Devyn glanced down at the denim shorts she wore. Her chocolatethighs were on full display, and the black bodysuit she wore snatched her waist in and showed off her perfect titties. She knew she looked good, but she appreciated that Haze seemed to know it as well. For some reason, what he thought seemed to matter to her. Why? She had no clue. Normally, she would duck and dodge a man like him. That kind of trouble was the last thing she needed in her life. He took a step closer to her and licked his lips. “And for the record, I think you can handle a big boy bike just fine.”
Devyn couldn’t even blame her next action on the liquor. It was straight vibes that caused her to tug on his black T-shirt so he was close to her face. It was chemistry that made her kiss him. It was desire that forced a moan out of her mouth. She had never felt so connected with a random ass stranger. Her mind raced as she leaned into the kiss.
Haze’s hand wrapped around her neck. He didn’t squeeze, but the presence of it there made her feel hot all over. She opened her legs for him, and the glass she had been holding onto fell from her grasp and shattered on the ground.
Neither of them seemed to notice as Haze dropped his pants and pulled out his dick while she wiggled out of her shorts.
This wasn’t her. This wasn’t something she ever did. Devyn felt like she was going through an out-of-body experience. The alpha energy Haze gave drove her wild and had her acting all out of sorts. One thing was for certain: Devyn could never claim that Haze was like them other niggas. No other man walking the planet could ever say they had or could be in his position.
Devyn was the type of woman who men had to work hard for. She never gave her pussy away so easily, and she kept her heart locked up tightly. A few simple words from this man, and she was ready to give it all up to him. All of it. Every single part of her that nobody else had ever touched.
When he hesitated at her slick opening, she realized quickly what the problem was. “Do you have a condom?”
