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

by Nina Levine

  “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Velvet.”

  His honesty and vulnerability touched my heart and I couldn’t fault him for telling me the truth, even if it wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “Fair enough. But you know how I feel.”

  “I do,” he said, gruffly.

  Silence descended as we both got lost in our thoughts. Nash hadn’t given me what I’d asked for, but I felt like he’d given me a whole lot more than he’d given anyone else for a long time. I could run with that; at least until we both worked out what this was going to be between us.

  17

  Nash

  Love’s Lookin’ Good On You ~ Lady Antebellum

  “You sure you’re ready for this? My family can be a handful.”

  Velvet stared at me in the way that says ‘you’re fuckin’ kidding aren’t you’. “Nash, you’re the biggest handful of all. I think I can cope with your family.”

  I grinned. “Well get your ass inside then, woman.” I smacked her butt and followed her into the madhouse that was my mother’s home. Sunday night dinner would be interesting tonight.

  Mum lit up at the sight of us. “Velvet, you made it!” I watched in fascination as they embraced. I’d never known Velvet to be so open with someone new in her life. She was very guarded and distrustful of everyone she met. You had to gain her trust and it was hard work most of the time.

  “Thank you for having me,” Velvet said to mum, and handed her the cake she’d brought. “I had a good friend of mine make us a red velvet cake for dessert.”

  Mum’s eyes shifted to me and she smiled before looking back at Velvet. “Thanks, sweetheart. The Walkers are big cake eaters.”

  My mother was sold on Velvet, of that I was sure. And Velvet was just as sold on my mother. It warmed my cold heart. But fuck, heaven help me, the two women in my life getting on? Who knew what shit they’d try and pull on me.

  Carla sauntered into the kitchen. “Did someone say cake?” She smiled at Velvet. “Hi, I’m Carla, Nash’s little sister, the one he still tries to mother.”

  Velvet laughed. “Nash sure does have that protective streak in him, doesn’t he?”

  Carla rolled her eyes. “Oh my God, you have no idea, Velvet! Now where’s this cake?”

  “Generally comes after dinner, babe, not before,” I said, knowing full well that Carla wouldn’t hesitate to eat it before dinner.

  “A girl makes her own rules in life. Right, Carla?” Velvet winked at my sister and I watched as another Walker woman fell under her spell.

  I decided to leave them to it and headed into the living room where Jamison was catching up on the weekend sport. He eyed me as I took a seat. “Your woman with you?” he asked.

  My mother had informed everyone I was bringing Velvet tonight, and somehow that had translated into her being my woman. “She’s not my woman, man.”

  “What are you then? Cause you haven’t brought a woman home since Gabriella so this seems like something important.”

  I scrubbed my face as I fought the churning in my gut at this conversation. “I don’t know where it’s going yet so let’s not put a fuckin’ label on it, okay.”

  “Take my advice little brother; work it out as quick as you can because women don’t like to be kept waiting. Mum seems to like her so she can’t be too bad.”

  I decided to be totally honest with him. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this. If I was, Velvet would be who I would choose, no doubts there.”

  “Nash, it’s been ten years; you’re more than ready for this.”

  “So I keep being told,” I muttered.

  Jamison chuckled, but wisely kept his mouth shut.

  We were interrupted by Erika who yelled from outside, “Nash, Jamison, need your help!”

  A moment later, we found her struggling with a huge pot plant just outside the front door. It was in a heavy terracotta pot and it looked like she was about to drop it.

  I quickly grabbed it off her and scowled. “You should have come and gotten us rather than carrying it by yourself.”

  “I thought I’d be able to manage,” she grumbled.

  “Shit, Erika, you could have done your back in again.”

  “Yeah well, I didn’t so it’s all good.”

  I got the plant inside as we continued to argue back and forth. We’d spent our whole lives arguing; I was sure it was how we showed our love. When we got to the kitchen, Velvet was on her hands and knees reaching under the fridge for something. Her ass was up in the air facing us and I took a moment to admire it.

  “What’s going on here?” I eventually asked as she continued to search for whatever it was.

  Her head spun around and our eyes met. I raised my brows at her and shifted my eyes to her ass and then back to her face before grinning at her. She shook her head at me but she was smiling. “Your mum took her rings off to do the dishes and one of them fell on the floor and we think it rolled under the fridge so I’m trying to find it.”

  I leant against the wall and folded my arms over my chest. “Take your time, darlin’.”

  Erika groaned. “You have a one track mind, Nash.”

  I smirked. “Velvet doesn’t mind, do you babe?”

  She ignored me and continued her search while I settled in for the view. I particularly enjoyed it when she tried to extend her arm further because it meant her ass tilted even higher in the air. My dick jerked while I imagined that ass naked with my hands around it.

  “Nash!”

  I swung my gaze to my mother who was trying to get my attention. “What?”

  “Stop ogling Velvet and get everyone a drink, please.”

  Velvet finally stood up, having retrieved the ring. She passed it to mum and then glared at me.

  I held my hands up defensively. “What, babe? A man has to take advantage of certain situations.”

  She walked over to me, laid her hand on my chest and whispered, “You’ll pay for that later.”

  “Don’t make promises unless you intend to keep them, sweet thing.”

  “You should know by now, Nash, that I’m a woman of my word,” she kept her voice low so that only I could hear her.

  Christ, this conversation had to come to an end or else I was going to bust a nut in my mother’s kitchen. “I look forward to it,” I said, and left her to go and get drinks for everyone.

  My family loved Velvet. They fawned all over her during dinner while I sat back and took it all in. It had been a different story with Gabriella; they hadn’t liked her from the beginning so this was new to me. It was good; good in a way I never thought would happen in my life. And to say it scared the shit outta me was putting it mildly.

  “What do you do for a living, Velvet?” Jamison asked.

  She struggled to answer this question which was odd. Velvet loved what she did, she’d told me numerous times, so I didn’t understand why she had that deer in the headlights look on her face. “I’m a stripper at Indigo,” she finally said but there was hesitation in her voice.

  Perception was one of Jamison’s gifts. He leant towards her and asked, “Does it pay your bills, gorgeous?”

  She blinked, obviously not expecting what he’d said. “Yes.”

  He nodded. “Well hold your head high because there’s a lot of fucking bludgers out there who bleed the government dry rather than get off their ass and work. You make an honest living and pay your own way; it doesn’t matter how you do it.”

  Erika raised her wine glass. “Cheers to that,” she agreed and took a sip while giving Velvet a kind smile.

  Velvet’s shoulders sagged and she seemed relieved. “Thank you.”

  I jerked my chin at Jamison and he nodded in response. I’d thank him for that later. For now, I slid my arm around Velvet’s shoulders and pulled her close so I could whisper in her ear, “We need to eat dessert really fuckin’ quick.”

  She placed her hand on my leg, close to my dick, and purred, “But, Nash, I think your mum has a story about your childhood to tell me. We
can’t be rude now.” She moved her hand up and down my leg slowly, teasing me.

  “I fuckin’ knew it,” I muttered.

  She turned to me in genuine surprise. “What?”

  “I knew you two together were a bad idea.”

  Her head fell back slightly and she laughed, and my dick dug his own grave.

  18

  Nash

  Pornstar Dancing ~ My Darkest Days

  Monday morning rolled around fast, and I dropped Velvet back at her house after she’d stayed with me last night. She had treated me to a long night of sex and was worn out this morning. I couldn’t wait to get my hands back on her tonight.

  After I dropped her off, I headed over to Blade’s warehouse to meet Scott who was waiting for me there.

  I surveyed the warehouse in front of us. “Shit, brother, what does Blade actually do? This joint is huge,” I said to Scott.

  “I’m still not sure what he does. He likes to keep shit to himself and I don’t ask.”

  “You have much to do with him now, after all the shit with Black Deeds?”

  “Not really, and that’s the way I like it.”

  We were greeted at the door by a beefy looking guy who escorted us up to Blade’s office on the second floor. He was on the phone and motioned for us to take a seat. Blade ended his call and gave us his attention. “What can I do for you?” The intensity this guy exuded was off the charts. I wondered if he ever chilled; I highly doubted it. Even at Madison’s wedding, he hadn’t let his hair down and relaxed.

  Scott spoke first. “Nash asked me for some help with a personal matter, and I suggested you might be able to help him.”

  “With what?”

  I answered him, “A friend of mine has an ex-husband who is trying to bully her into an agreement. I’ve only met him once but he seems like a real piece of work. He has a high public profile so I’m thinking we need to come up with something different to our usual way of dealing with this shit and I figure you could be the man to help us with that.”

  “Who is it?” He wasn’t big on saying more than he had to which I respected.

  “James Carr.”

  His brows shot up. “Fuck.”

  “You obviously know of him, then,” Scott said.

  “Know him? I have a long, hard history with that family. They bully people into shit all the time so I can only imagine what he’s doing to his ex. I’ve got dirt on him that would send him to prison for a very long time.”

  “I just need something to stop him harassing Velvet.”

  “What’s he want from her?” Blade enquired, leaning back in his chair.

  “He’s going into politics and wants her to sign an agreement that ensures she won’t talk publicly about him or their relationship.”

  “Yeah, I bet she could tell a story or two that would shock that family’s adoring public,” he mused. “I’ve heard he’s got a violent streak where women are concerned.”

  Anger pumped through me at the thought of what he’d done to Velvet during their marriage. “I’d believe that after the way I saw him treat Velvet.”

  Blade nodded thoughtfully. “Leave it with me, Nash. I’ll be in touch with some information soon.”

  I stood up and shook his hand. “Thanks, man, I appreciate it.”

  Scott and Blade shared an uncomfortable look before nodding at each other. They didn’t exchange a word though. I thought after they dealt with Bullet they’d form some kind of truce or brotherly bond or shit, but I guess I was wrong because there was no obvious bond here today.

  Later that night, I watched Velvet perform. Not something new to me. What was new to me though, were the feelings agitating in my gut while I watched her. While I watched other men watch her.

  Shit.

  I wasn’t sure I could sit through it but I knew she’d be upset if I left. So I stayed. Problem was, so did the jealousy and the threat of me acting on it. In the end, I compromised; I spent most of the night in the office out the back. When she finished her shift, she found me on the computer out there.

  “Why are you out here?” she asked, clearly surprised.

  I leant back in the chair and rubbed the back of my head. “Long story, babe.”

  “You’re not going to tell me, are you?”

  “Nope.” I shut the computer down and joined her. “You ready to go home? Thought you could stay at mine tonight.”

  “Just let me get my things.”

  I watched her walk away. I’d been thinking about her all day. Not only craving her body, but wanting to talk to her, to be with her. I let that sink in and felt the anxiety settle in again. But the anxiety didn’t cause nearly as much pressure on my chest as usual. For the first time in a very long time, I felt like I could work through it.

  She returned from the staff room, and placed her hand on my chest. Smiling up at me, she said, “I’m ready to discover more of your hidden talents, Nash Walker.”

  I bent my head and kissed her, gently biting her lip when I’d finished. “I’m not a man who likes to keep a woman waiting,” I murmured, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the club.

  Velvet

  Nash had been on my mind all day. No other man had ever consumed my thoughts the way he did. To say I was ready for him tonight was putting it mildly.

  I couldn't take my eyes off his back as I followed him into his house. He was wearing his standard fitted black tee with jeans, and the way that t-shirt gripped his muscles was mesmerising. They flexed as he walked, and I envisioned running my hands over them.

  He kept walking until he hit his bedroom. When he turned to face me, his intense gaze sent my desire for him into overdrive. His voice radiated sex when he commanded, “Take your dress off. Slowly.”

  I tingled with anticipation, and did as he said. We didn’t break eye contact until I had my dress completely off, at which point his eyes dropped to my body. He sucked in a breath at the sight of me in my lingerie. I’d chosen it purposefully for him. It was a bodysuit but there wasn’t much to it. The panty was a strip of black sheer material that was connected to the lacy chest material by three pieces of black string on each side. It gave a flash of boob as it didn’t cover them completely, and my stomach was bare apart from the strings. My back was bare and my ass was hardly covered by the g-string.

  “Turn around,” he said, after spending a decent amount of time on the front.

  I didn’t say a word; just did as he said, and waited for his response.

  “Fuck, Velvet.”

  I waited for him to touch me or start ripping clothes off, but he did nothing. I turned back to face him, and he held out a piece of fabric for me to take. A blindfold. My insides clenched and I gladly took it from him. When he held up a length of rope, my whole body buzzed with desire. He raised his eyebrows questioningly and I nodded my agreement. That rope couldn’t be tied fast enough as far as I was concerned. Nash, a blindfold and rope surely had to be every woman’s fantasy.

  He took a purposeful step towards me and reached behind my neck to undo the clasp of my bodysuit. It fell to reveal my breasts, and his hand curved around one breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple. His other hand slid into my panties, and I moaned when his finger entered me.

  “I’m going to make you feel so fuckin’ good tonight, sweet thing,” he rasped.

  He already was. I smiled and reached for his zip, but he pushed my hand away. “As much as I want your hands on me, babe, that’ll have to wait. Tonight’s all about you.” His lips brushed against my ear, and he murmured, “You’ll have my cock eventually, but first I’m going to drive you fuckin’ wild. Your pussy is going to be so wet for me.”

  Holy hell, Nash’s dirty words already drove me wild. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushed my body into his and kissed him. Our lips were demanding, urgent. The moment was lost in the need to get closer to each other, to be in each other. His hands sought my ass, my back, and finally, he grasped a handful of my hair and pulled roughly so that my head fell back, breaki
ng our kiss. Wild eyes met mine, and he growled as he bent his mouth to my neck, and sucked it. When his teeth met my flesh, I called out his name, and dug my fingernails into his back.

  My fingernails set him off, and he muttered something unintelligible as he let me go, and fell to his knees. He pulled my bodysuit the rest of the way down, lifted my feet and forced it out of the way. I almost lost my balance trying to keep up with his pace. When his mouth latched onto my pussy, I buried my hands in his hair to steady myself. The deep growls coming from his throat as his tongue worked it’s magic, shot electricity through me; he had me turned on to the point that my brain was shutting down as I lost myself in the bliss.

  Just when I thought he’d brought me to the edge, he stopped what he was doing and stood up. He reached for the blindfold I was still holding, and took it off me. “Time to lose yourself completely, baby,” he said, lifting me and walking towards the bed. He deposited me on the bed, and then lifted his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Then he reached down to undo his belt; his jeans and boxers hit the floor a moment later.

  Nash stood in front of me naked. Beautiful. His well built body was impressive to look at; I’d never tire of the sight. Between the muscles and the ink, he could command my attention without even trying.

  “You ready, sweet thing?” he finally asked, after allowing me some time to stare at him.

  “More than you know.” I had to stop myself from begging him to hurry the hell up with whatever he had planned. Nash could do whatever he wanted to me tonight; I was his to own.

  He straddled me and tied the blindfold in place. I shivered as I descended into darkness, and gave myself over to him. “Nash - ” I began.

  His finger touched my lips, silencing me, and sending another shiver throughout my body at his touch. “Shhh,” he said.

  I waited for his next move but he didn’t do anything. The effort required to lie still without reaching for him, was enormous. My senses were all over the place. Unable to see, I zeroed in on the sound of his ragged breathing and the feel of his bare skin against mine, scorching me.