Storm MC Collection Books 1 - 4 (Motorcycle Club Romance)

by Nina Levine

  Scott flashed me an evil grin. “Time to rock and roll, brother.”

  Ten minutes later we were heading to the warehouse. Scott had called Marcus, and he was rounding up the boys to meet us there. I was fired up to take Nix down. Finally, it had been a long time coming. When Marcus had put a stop to our original plan two years earlier, I had been pissed off, but he’d managed to convince me it was for the best. We had all worked hard the last couple of years to build Storm up, and in that time, Nix had gone even more rogue. He had taken over the Presidency of Black Deeds and was now pissing all over that club pursuing his own agenda. Killing Bec and her son had been the final nail in his coffin as far as we were concerned, and I was fucking ecstatic when Marcus had given the order to put him to ground.

  My mind wandered to Madison. Fuck, I was glad she was back but it was stirring shit up in me that I thought was over and done with. I still loved her and had always known that, but I figured that relationship was in the past. I was no longer so sure. I wanted her. But I wasn’t convinced we could deal with the past and move on from it. Madison seemed to have a lot of issues with it all. Fuck, but I wanted her.

  I put thoughts of her aside to focus on the job at hand. Following Scott to the warehouse, I noted there were only a couple of bikes parked outside; hopefully, this meant Nix didn’t have much company.

  While we waited for Marcus and the boys to turn up, Scott asked, “What’s the deal with you and Madison?”

  “Not sure, brother. Your sister has a fucking mind of her own and I’m not sure I’ll ever get through it.”

  He chuckled. “You wouldn’t have it any other way. A submissive bitch wouldn’t stand a chance with you,” he said and then his face turned serious. “Don’t fuck her over. She’s not as tough as she likes to make out.”

  “I hear you,” I agreed. And I did. Madison liked to present a tough front but underneath it all she was pretty sensitive, and perhaps that was something I hadn’t paid enough attention to when we were together. It was certainly something I had figured out as our relationship had spiralled into a shit storm of hurt, anger and resentment. Too little, too fucking late though.

  Scott nodded at me. “Good.” He then turned his head to acknowledge Marcus who was walking towards us.

  He brought ten of the boys with him and we quickly discussed the best course of action. We split up: half going to the back, and the rest to the front of the warehouse. I was fucking itching to get in there and I pulled my gun out, ready to go.

  Scott stormed through the door and we found Nix with three of his guys in there. But, fuck me, he was one step ahead of us again. Scott lifted his finger to indicate for us all to stop but I saw fucking red and wasn’t sure I could stop.

  Nix chuckled, eyes glinting with sinister fucking glee. “Looks like you’re just in time for the party, boys.”

  I powered past Scott, intent on killing Nix but he grasped my arm and yanked me back. “Now’s not the fuckin’ time, J. Be smart, brother,” he hissed.

  “I don’t know how you can be so fucking calm about this! He’s got our fucking family there,” I barked.

  Nix had Scott’s mother and Madison tied up, guns trained on them, and my heart was fucking pounding in my chest. Scott wanted me to be smart but as far as I could see, it was time to stop thinking and start fucking doing. It appeared that Marcus had the same idea as me. He came thundering through the back entrance and barrelled into Nix, knocking him to the ground. I took that as my cue to follow suit and fired my gun at the asshole who had Madison. I hit him dead in the eyes and he dropped like the piece of shit he was.

  “Fuck!” Scott bellowed and gave the signal to the boys to get in it.

  Marcus was busy with Nix and I had no doubt he could hold his own until we got the others under control, so I charged straight for the guy closest to me and swung my fist at him. I connected but he took a swing back and the crack across my cheek fucking hurt, but it didn’t stop me. With all this adrenaline coursing through my system, I didn’t think much could. We continued to trade punches but he was one tough motherfucker and just kept coming back for more.

  Just when I thought I had him, a shot rang out and I turned to see that the VP of Black Deeds, Bullet, had arrived, along with about six other members. “Enough!” he yelled, and his guys all focused their guns on us.

  Fuck.

  Bullet was a nasty piece of work, and he appeared to be in a murderous mood going by the look on his face, and his tense body. He spoke at Marcus, “Let Nix go.” He trained his gun on Madison. “Or I shoot her.”

  Marcus didn’t hesitate. He shoved Nix towards Bullet. Nix stumbled, but turned and attempted to punch Marcus, who saw it coming, ducked and then straightened, grabbing Nix by the throat.

  Bullet stalked over to them and ripped Nix away from Marcus. “Fucking leave it, Nix,” he growled. “This shit is done.”

  Nix turned his dark eyes on Bullet and seethed, “Watch your fucking mouth, VP. This shit isn’t done till I say it is, and it’s not fucking done.”

  Bullet nodded at one of their guys who turned his gun from our people and aimed it at Nix. “The club says it’s done,” Bullet asserted, and the guy pulled the trigger.

  Stunned, I watched as Nix slumped to the floor. Never in a million years had I expected that they would take their own president out. But, it was possibly the best move they could have made.

  My eyes shot to Madison and I took in her alarm. Fuck, this needed to be over but I had no clue where Bullet was taking it.

  “Right, you get your guys out of here and this is done. No fucking retribution for anything Nix did; he wasn’t backed by the club for any of that shit,” Bullet said to Marcus.

  Marcus considered what he had said, giving both Scott and me a quick glance. Scott lifted his chin, indicating his consent and I followed suit. We didn’t want a war with Black Deeds; it had only ever been Nix who we were after, and that had been taken care of. I was fucking pissed though. I’d wanted to draw his death out and fucking make him suffer. I’d wanted to be the cause of his blood pouring from his body.

  Turning back to Bullet, Marcus agreed and then raised his hand in the air, circling his finger and pointing at the door. He grabbed Sharon and I headed towards Madison, who Scott had untied.

  I held her face between my hands and searched her eyes. “You okay, baby?” I asked.

  She kept her shit together and nodded. “Yeah,” she replied and then, with an emotion I couldn’t quite figure out, “Take me home, J.” Her hands covered mine and she grasped them both pulling them down to our sides. We stood there for a moment like that, her eyes no longer cold towards me but rather, there was a heat to her stare. And it fucking hit me in the belly and then, of course, my dick did his happy dance again. I growled and nodded, leading her out to my bike, not even giving Bullet, Marcus or any of the boys a second glance.

  I was fucking taking Madison home, and no fucker was getting in my way.

  13

  Madison

  J was on a mission and I was going with it. I was letting myself feel again. After shutting my feelings down for so long, to allow myself go there again was electric. My body buzzed, my mind dancing with the possibilities, and my desire for J was in fucking overdrive. I needed to have him. Now.

  Any doubts I had been having about how he felt had been erased when I saw the raw emotion playing on his face when he saw me tied up by Nix. I never thought I’d see the day, but I was relieved when he’d killed that fucker standing over me. It was no secret that I struggled with the violence surrounding Storm, but my eyes had been opened and Mum was right; anything J did was for those he loved. Even what he had done to Rob. I was shitty at myself for taking so long to see this because it had kept me from J all this time. And I didn’t want to be without him for one second longer.

  I followed him wordlessly through his house into his bedroom, all the while holding his hand; I wasn’t letting him go.

  When we reached his room, he turned to me,
and pulled me to him. Our eyes locked and I licked my bottom lip, drawing his attention to my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his neck letting my fingers thread through his hair and then pulled his face to mine. The minute our lips met, my core clenched and my brain became a scrambled mess. I needed this man like I had never needed another, and I pushed myself closer to him; I couldn’t get close enough.

  He groaned and reached his hands down to my ass and lifted me up so that my legs were wrapped around him. Next second, we were up against the wall, lips smashed together and his hands were under my top, searching for my breasts.

  “Baby, you feel so good,” he murmured as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.

  “Fuck, J,” I moaned, and then kissed him before pulling back away. “Why did we wait so long?” It wasn’t really a question that required answering; more a statement of how much I wanted this right now.

  “I don’t fucking know, but don’t think that you can stop me now, ‘cause nothing will fucking stop me now. I’m yours and you’re mine, always have been.” He stared intently into my eyes when he spoke.

  I nodded and smiled. “Yes,” I said simply, and then a little more aggressively, “Now, fuck me.”

  He grinned, and then his lips were back on mine: hard, insistent. Gripping my ass, he turned and walked us to the bed, laying me down while he stood and watched me from hooded eyes.

  “Take your clothes off, baby,” he commanded and I didn’t hesitate to obey.

  I shimmied out of my jeans, lifted off my top and threw it on the floor, closely followed by my bra. Fuck, watching J watch me made me wetter than I already was. I couldn’t resist playing with him a little. Running my hands over my tits, I pinched my nipples, and then reached one hand down into my panties and rubbed my clit. My eyes did not leave J, but his eyes roamed my body, first watching me touch my tits and then following my hand into my panties. He loved to watch, and I loved to be watched. I had forgotten how in sync we were.

  “Taste yourself,” he said as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans.

  He pulled his cock free and stroked it. All the time, his eyes remained on my pussy, eager for a show, so I dipped my finger into my wetness and then lifted it to my lips, sucking and licking. He stroked harder and a little faster, which only turned me on more. I moved to a kneeling position in front of him on the bed and pushed his jeans down; I wanted all barriers to J removed. Stepping out of them, he tugged off his shirt. J liked to go commando so he now stood naked in front of me and it was a fucking heavenly sight to behold.

  I traced the ink on his chest, remembering the day he had it done. It was my name tattooed in an anchor and I was surprised and thrilled that he still had it. His hand cupped my chin and he tilted my face up to look at him while his other hand wrapped around mine that had been exploring his chest.

  “Baby, it’s always been you. Always. Tell me you believe that,” he said, his voice husky.

  “Yes, I believe it, J,” I breathed out, full of love and desire. I reached my other hand up to his face and pulled him to me, kissing him deep and hard, before admitting, “And it’s always been you. I thought this was done, but it’s not, and I don’t ever want it to be.” I laid my heart bare before him and prayed he wouldn’t fuck with it again; that he would treasure it and help me to finally put it back together.

  “It won’t ever be done. You and me, that’s forever, and this time… this time I will do right by you. I thought I had always put you first, but today, seeing you there, fucking tied up… fuck, baby, today I realised that I would do anything for you. I won’t make the mistakes I’ve made in the past.”

  And just like that, he had me. I was back where I should be. I was his. He had my heart again and it was time to give him my body. Briefly, I touched his ink again and then trailed my hand slowly down to his cock. He sucked in a breath as I took hold and moved my hand up and down the length of him, slow at first and then faster.

  J suddenly gripped my hand and stopped me, a feral look on his face. “Feels so fucking good, but it’s been too long without you, baby. I want this to last longer than a minute,” he grunted.

  My body flooded with warmth at his words and a tingle spread out from my heart. I was impatient to have him but his words hit my sweet spot, so I let him set the pace. Pulling away, laid back on the bed. Touching my pussy through my panties I enticed him. “It’s all yours, J. You’ve just got to come and get it.”

  He wasted no time. He leant over me and ripped my panties off. Spreading my legs, he dipped his head between them. When his tongue hit my clit, I gripped the bed to steady myself, the firework of sensations within me leaving me gasping for breath and threatening to make me come undone. Growling with pleasure, the vibrations raced through me, sending a desperate need for more. I struggled to hold back, to let him continue this slow, maddening tease.

  He continued to explore me with his tongue while his hands held my ass and positioned my legs over his shoulders. I tangled my fingers in his hair and tugged when the pressure built, grinding my pussy into his face. Fuck, I loved his mouth on me. When he pushed a finger inside, I gripped his hair hard; I was almost there. One finger became two and he pushed and swirled inside me until the pressure grew and I came in a glorious moment of ecstasy.

  J lifted his head and untangled my legs from his shoulders. He moved up the bed until his face was over mine and he kissed me, the taste of my pussy in his mouth. I loved it when he tasted me and it sent me a little wild; I kissed him harder and moaned deep in my throat.

  He kissed me back just as hard and then pulled away, chuckling, “You still like to taste your own pussy, babe?”

  I entwined my leg around his, sliding my foot down his calf and pushed up so my sex touched his body. “Fuck, yeah.” I grinned at him before reaching for his cock. “J, I need you in me. Now,” I begged.

  “You’ve no fucking idea how much I need to be in you, baby,” he rasped, slamming his mouth onto mine, our lips and tongues melding perfectly together.

  The kiss was electrifying and J only ended it so he could move his lips to my neck and then down to my breasts, where he sucked and nipped at my nipples. While I enjoyed the foreplay—his mouth on my nipples incredible—I was ready for him. Hell, I’d always been ready for him. I pushed at his head so he was looking up at me. “Now, J. I need you to fuck me, now,” I demanded.

  He pushed himself up and reached for his pants, grabbing a condom out of his wallet, eyes on me while he did this. I loved the desire I saw in those eyes and the heady feeling it gave me. Once he had the condom on, he came back to me for another hard and fast kiss. I wrapped both legs around him and finally, he entered me, slow at first and then he thrust all the way in.

  Fuck!

  J’s cock filled me and he thrust in and out, in and out as he watched me, his breathing erratic. Every one of my nerve endings was on fire and I squeezed my eyes shut as the sensations shot through me.

  “Eyes, babe,” J grunted, and I snapped my eyes open. “Keep ‘em on me,” he ordered.

  I raised my neck off the bed and flicked my tongue out to taste his lips and he bent his head a little and kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. Holy hell, I never wanted to have sex with another man again. J was it for me. In truth, I’d always known this. My arms were already around him, but I clawed his back, trying to wrap myself closer around him while he pounded into me. And then my core contracted one last time before I shattered around him, coming hard. J wasn’t far behind me, releasing a fierce grunt before he thrust as far and as hard as he could, before stilling as he came. Spent, his head fell next to mine and he lay on me.

  We lay locked together, savouring the release and the joining. Reluctantly he rolled off me and stood, removing the condom and dealing with it before coming back to the bed and lying on his side next to me. He propped himself up on his elbow, resting his head on his hand and reached out to smooth my hair. No words were spoken while he gently caressed my face, and yet his actions spoke volumes.<
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  Once our heavy breathing calmed, he spoke. “Your pussy, babe. It’s mine.”

  “Really? And who says so?” I couldn’t help but play with him and his cocky, territorial attitude, even though I wholeheartedly agreed with him.

  He raised his eyebrows. “After that, you’re gonna fucking argue?”

  “Maybe I just like to have a say in these things.”

  “Yeah, baby. I remember.” He rolled his eyes. “But let’s settle this now. You and your pussy are mine. Yeah?”

  I laughed. “Yeah, J. We’re yours.” I leaned over, and gave him a quick kiss.

  “Thank fuck, babe,” he said before pulling me close and turning me so that we were spooning. “Now have a rest. It’s been a long fucking day.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was out fast, dreaming of a future with my man.

  14

  Madison

  A couple of hours later, I woke to the sound of J speaking in a hushed tone on his phone. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me, running a hand through his hair. I admired his back and the way his muscles rippled as his arm moved, including the Storm tattoo I had grown up with and knew so well from my father; it held so much meaning to me. I sighed. I was home. J was home, and Storm was home.

  J finished his call and stood. He gave me a quick glance as he walked towards his bathroom; but no smile, just a serious, focused look.

  Shit.

  My insecurities flared up. Was he having second thoughts about us? Even after the “your pussy is mine” speech?

  I got up and quickly dressed. I felt the need to be dressed if he was going to reject me now.

  He came out of the bathroom and abruptly stopped when he took in my state of dress. “What the fuck, Madison? I thought we had this sorted. Why are you leaving?”