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

by Nina Levine

  Coming off the high, she lay down next to me on her back, one hand flung across my stomach. I placed my hand over hers, lacing our fingers together, and waited to see if she was still angry at me. Madison was highly unpredictable. Well, as far as I was concerned, she was. Make-up sex seemed to calm her, so I could only fucking hope.

  She turned to look at me, so I rolled onto my side, propping my body up on my elbow. Tracing a line on her stomach, I started, “I’m sorry, babe.”

  “Do you even know what you are sorry for, J?” she asked, with that slightly frustrated tone that she often took with me.

  “For a million fucking things, but mostly for being an asshole to you today, and for not returning your calls,” I answered her truthfully.

  Her eyes searched mine for a moment and then she said, “You were an asshole to me today and I didn’t like it. I get that you were busy with work but you’ve got to understand that I was worried about you. With all the shit going on at the moment, I needed to hear your voice, needed to know you were okay. And then to speak to me the way you did… that hurt, J.” Her vulnerability shone through her voice, hitting me square in the chest.

  I reached my hand up to her face and cupped her cheek. “This is gonna take a lot of work, isn’t it?”

  Confusion flashed across her face. “Do you want out?” she half whispered, and I could sense the tension settling over her.

  “No, baby. I told you this was forever, and I meant it. It’s just hitting me now, though, how much we are going to have to put in to make it good. But I need you to know that I want to do the work. I want this to be the best damn thing in our lives.”

  She took a moment to process my words and I knew when she had, because she let the tension in her body go and smiled. “Me too, J. I tried so hard today not to get mad at you about the phone calls and I’m sorry if it came across like I was trying to keep track of you, because I really wasn’t. I don’t expect you to be there whenever I want you, and I’m not trying to change you.”

  “Right. So, tomorrow we make it better. But, I need you to know that this could take some time on my end.”

  She laughed. “Yeah, baby, because changing assholey ways is a very time-consuming project. You’re just lucky I’m a patient woman.”

  I grinned at her and thanked my lucky fucking stars for her. No other woman would ever come close to her.

  19

  Madison

  Friday flew by, and before I knew it, it was the afternoon and I was waiting at the clubhouse for Serena to arrive. It had been a long and at times hard week, and I was so grateful she was coming to visit. The funeral for Bec and Georgie had been that morning, and it had been tough to sit through. Thinking about the lives needlessly taken, and watching Crystal deal with her loss, was awful. She was a strong girl, but I worried about her and probably always would. Brooke seemed to be coping well with Crystal, and I surprised myself, but I was happy they had each other.

  After the funeral, J had to do some club work. When I asked him what it was, he got shitty with me and said I had to trust him, and stop asking those types of questions. This had, of course, led to an argument, because all I had been trying to do was show an interest in what he did. I apologised and tried to explain where I’d been coming from, but I’d already annoyed him and so we hadn’t resolved it before he left.

  I checked my watch. It was just after four o’clock and I still hadn’t heard from Serena. Needing some fresh air, I took myself outside and sat on the hood of J’s Jeep. Going over and over my conversation with him from that morning was not helping me; it was just making me frustrated with the whole situation. And that was not good for our relationship.

  I heard the rumble of a bike, and turned to see J pulling in. He parked his bike and walked towards me, a grim look on his face. “Babe, what are you doing out here by yourself?” he asked, coming to a stop just in front of me, but making no move to kiss me hello.

  I slid off the car to put myself closer to him, and put my hand on his chest; our bodies almost touching. “I’ve been thinking about stuff. About you.”

  He frowned. “What stuff?”

  “I’m sorry I caused a misunderstanding between us this morning. I want to know about the things going on in your life, that’s all. Not necessarily about your club stuff, just about you.”

  His body relaxed and he placed his hand over mine on his chest. Breathing out a long breath, he said, “Okay.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Do you trust me? Trust that anything I do is done for a good reason?”

  “I do, but—”

  He cut me off. “Either you do, or you don’t, babe.”

  “Okay, I do.”

  He nodded. “Right, so you need to trust me on this one.”

  We stood, eyeing each other while I weighed what he had said. Finally, I agreed, “All right, I will.”

  “Good,” he muttered, and pulled me to him, wrapping me in his arms. He laid a kiss on the top of my head, and then said, “I love you. Love what you do for me.”

  “I love you, too.” And I did. But fuck this was hard; fighting against all my instincts to need to know more. I just hoped that over time it would get easier, and that we would find a happy middle ground where he would share some things and I would be able to let some things go.

  I hung up from Serena, disappointed. One of the girls she worked with had been in a car accident and was stuck in hospital, which meant that Serena had to cover all of her shifts. Although I was sorry for her workmate, it meant that I wouldn’t get to see her anytime soon and that sucked. I’d been looking forward to girly time this weekend, especially some deep and meaningfuls about my relationship with J. Serena had a way of helping me see situations from a different angle, and I felt like I really needed her insights at the moment.

  “What’s got you all sad, sweet thing?”

  I looked up to see Nash settling onto the stool next to me. We were sitting at the club bar which was starting to fill up. Friday nights were usually busy. I smiled at him and answered, “My best friend was supposed to be visiting for the weekend, but can’t come now.”

  “Ah, I see. You wanna hang out with me instead?” He winked. “There’s cock in it for you if you want.”

  I shoved him hard enough that he had to balance himself to stay on the stool, but we both laughed while I did it. “Oh, my God! You never stop, do you?” I said.

  “What can I say… you inspire me.” He grinned.

  “Tell me, Nash, why don’t you have a girlfriend? You’re a good looking guy and you’re fun, and I’ve seen the way the ladies are all over you.”

  He shrugged. “I don’t need the hassle that would bring, sweetheart. Not when all I want is a bit of pussy, and like you said, that’s easy enough to get whenever I want it.”

  “How old are you, Nash?”

  “Thirty-five. Why?”

  “Do you want kids? Maybe a wife one day?”

  “Fuck, no!” He was emphatic.

  I couldn’t hide my surprise. “Really?”

  “The world’s got enough fucked-up people in it. I don’t need to add to that, and as far as a wife goes, I don’t want to be tied down to anything or anyone,” he answered me, the joking tone of the conversation replaced with total seriousness.

  I cocked my head. “But you’re tied to Storm, aren’t you?”

  “Sure am, and that’s the only family I’ll ever be tied to,” he said with absolute certainty.

  I didn’t get his decision, but there was no point pursuing it because who was I to tell him what to want, so I simply said, “Fair enough. It’s your life.”

  He flashed his cheeky grin at me again, all seriousness gone. “You and J talking babies yet?”

  I whacked him again. “God, no!”

  He pretended to shield himself from me. “Settle down, darlin’. I’m just teasing you.”

  Of course, it was at this point when Nash and I were mucking about and smacking each other that J should walk into the room. I saw him
stalking towards us. I took in the shitty look on his face, and instantly pulled away from Nash. It was an instinctual move; probably the right one given J’s current mood.

  “Nash,” he growled when he got to us, “keep your fucking hands off Madison.”

  Nash stood up and stepped into J’s space so they were head to head. His grin and laughing eyes had been replaced with a menacing glare as he said, “I didn’t have my fuckin’ hands on her.”

  Oh, God. That was my cue to leave these two alone. “I’ll be back soon,” I said, but neither of them really acknowledged me. Shaking my head, I walked in the direction of the ladies room, hoping that they sorted their issues out by the time I came back.

  When I returned ten minutes later, Nash was gone and J was downing a beer. He didn’t drink often so he must have had a bad day. As I reached him, I settled my hand on his lower back and asked, “Did you rip his head off?”

  He turned to me, annoyance in his eyes. “I don’t like the way he flirts with you.”

  “He’s harmless and he knows where I stand.”

  “Well, I don’t think he’ll bother you again. I’ve sorted that out now,” he grunted.

  “Mmm, I’m sure you have,” I mused.

  “Did you get hold of Serena?” He changed the subject which was probably a good idea. We were in unsafe territory talking about Nash.

  “Yeah, she’s not coming. She can’t get out of work.”

  “Sorry, babe. Looks like you’re stuck with me for the weekend,” he said, a wicked look crossing his face. “Can’t be a bad thing. I’m sure we’ll think of things to pass the time.”

  I moved closer to him and moved my hand down to his ass. “Promise?” I asked.

  He leaned towards me and brushed my lips with his, grinning at me afterwards. “Absolutely. Now, let’s get you home. I need to get inside you.”

  20

  Madison

  I rolled off J, and laid on my back, arms sprawled and huge grin plastered on my face. “Fuck, anytime you want to do that again, just let me know.”

  He shifted onto his side so he was facing me and smiled. “I want to do that to you all the fucking time, baby.”

  I eyed him. “Well, you’ll have to wait for a bit because we have shopping to do this morning.”

  He shook his head and looked pained. “You might have shopping to do, babe, but I sure as shit don’t.”

  “Yes, you do. You’re coming with me, to help me find new clothes,” I informed him.

  It was Saturday morning, and we had enjoyed a lazy sleep in and fantastic wake-up sex. It was time for J to man-up and come shopping with me.

  “I think you can find clothes all by yourself,” he muttered as he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

  Just before he closed the door, I yelled out, “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll get some really short dresses and tight skirts.”

  He didn’t reply but five minutes later when he emerged, he muttered, “Get up, babe. We’ve got shopping to do.”

  I smiled to myself. He was so easy to manipulate sometimes.

  We got ready and were out the door an hour later, J grumbling that it had taken me so long to get ready. “I’m not sure why it takes you so long, babe.”

  I pointed at my face and my hair. “Do you think women just wake up looking this good?” I asked him.

  “You looked good to me an hour ago, before you put all that shit on your face,” he said, opening the car door for me and helping me in.

  I smiled at him as he shut the door, and waited for him to come around the car and get in before saying, “Sometimes you say the sweetest things.”

  “So, how long does shopping take? Tell me it’s quick,” he almost begged.

  I laughed. “You’ll be home for dinner,” I promised, with a teasing wink.

  He rolled his eyes and muttered, “Fuck.”

  Three hours later, I had purchased an entire new wardrobe, and J had reached the end of his patience. I was surprised and impressed he had lasted that long. The morning had started out fun with him enjoying some private little shows as I tried on numerous outfits. This had almost ended in us screwing in one of the dressing rooms, but the sales assistant had put a stop to that and asked us to leave. J hadn’t been impressed with her and had told her exactly what he thought of her, and her uptight pussy. She had threatened to call the police so I dragged him out of there before the situation got completely out of hand.

  We had visited a stack of stores and J was insistent that this was the last one. I’d just tried on a dress I knew I had to have, and J was leaning against the changing room door watching me. Stepping out of the dress, I handed it to him and said, “This one’s a definite.”

  He took it and eyed my body, clad only in bra and panties. “Babe, that’s the last one. You’re driving me crazy here. Three hours of watching you get in and out of dresses, and my dick is having a fit.” He stepped closer to me and wrapped his hands around my ass, pulling me into him so that I could feel his erection. Dipping his head, he stole my mouth in a kiss. Hard and passionate, the kiss hit me in my core and I moaned with pleasure. He deepened the kiss, and reached one hand into my panties to touch my clit, slowly circling it. “You want me to fuck you with my finger or my dick?” His voice was low and rough.

  “What do you think, baby?” I responded. As if there was any choice between the two.

  He chuckled. “Thought so.” Continuing to massage my clit, he backed me up against the wall, while I undid his jeans and pulled his cock free. I stroked it, circling the tip every couple of strokes. He groaned into my mouth, “Christ, babe. Really need in you now. This isn’t gonna take long, not after you’ve been working me up all morning.”

  I lifted one leg to wrap around his waist and he pulled the other leg up. His cock sat at my entrance and, unable to wait any longer, I pushed myself against him so that he entered me. I was so wet for him that he slid straight in, filling me, and setting off a wave of pleasure.

  J grunted as he pulled back out, and then thrust in hard, his balls slapping me. He set a fast pace and, knowing my tendency to scream, he lent his elbow against the wall to steady himself while he covered my mouth with his hand. It was a blur of bodies slapping together, eyes meeting between thrusts, and intense pleasure shooting through my body. J hadn’t been kidding when he said it wouldn’t last long; not even ten minutes later and he came, with me not far behind.

  He leaned against me for a moment, and then pulled out and let me down. “That’s what you get for teasing me for three fucking hours.” He smirked, tucking his cock back into his jeans and fastening his jeans.

  “I might bring you shopping more often, baby.” I winked and got dressed.

  Grabbing the dress I wanted to buy, J opened the door and we headed out to the sales counter to make our purchase. It was a busy Saturday morning in the shop, and from the looks we were getting, I was pretty sure everyone had heard us screwing. I just grinned at them, not giving a shit what anyone thought. The sales assistant fawned all over J as he paid for my dress. He hadn’t let me pay for anything today, and after arguing with him for the first two hours, I had given up and just let him pay. Honestly, sometimes it was just easier not to argue with the man. And besides, I was grateful that he bought me all those clothes.

  J finished up the transaction while I did my best to ignore the flirting that the sales assistant was doing. It really pissed me off though; she could see we were together, that he was buying me a dress and had most likely heard us having sex. So, why the fuck did she think it was okay to openly flirt with him in front of me?

  I checked her name badge. Kate. Yeah, that figured. The only Kate’s I knew were sluts, and this one wasn’t any different.

  “Fucking bitch,” I grumbled under my breath, and J stopped what he was doing to turn and look at me.

  He obviously hadn’t heard what I said because he lent down and whispered in my ear, “What did you say, baby?”

  As he pulled away to wait for my
answer, I muttered, louder this time, “I said, fucking bitch.”

  He grinned at me, realising what I was getting at, and came back towards me, capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss. When he was finished, he said, “God, I love you.”

  I grinned back at him. “I love you too.”

  J convinced me to go on a bike ride with him that afternoon. I figured it was only fair after he spent all morning shopping with me. Being on the back of his bike was something I enjoyed anyway, and it was a beautiful sunny day so I enjoyed the afternoon with him. We rode for just over an hour, heading out along the coastline. He bought us burgers and chips for lunch, and we sat on the beach and ate. I loved this quiet time with J, away from everyone else. Being back together meant that we had to figure each other out again. We had picked up almost like we had never been apart; we knew each other so well that it had been easy to do. However, as much as we knew each other, we had been apart for years and had both grown and changed a little, so I craved some time with him to discover these things about each other.

  We arrived back home around five o’clock. Storm clouds had rolled in and the wind had picked up. Our plans for the night had been to go out for dinner and a movie, but with the change in the weather, we decided to order in and watch a movie at home. J had some calls to return before dinner so I jumped in the shower while he did that.

  As I walked into the living room after my shower, I realised we had company. Scott was sitting with J on the couch, their heads together while they talked quietly. They stopped talking when they realised I had entered the room.

  “Babe, I need to go out for awhile. There’s been some trouble at Indigo that we need to sort out. Stoney’s outside keeping watch until I get back,” J said.