by Nina Levine
My eyebrows drew together. “How the fuck do you figure that?” Jesus, what a morbid fucking thought.
“No, think about it. After her death and all the shit our families went through with our parents cheating, and then all the shit Evie went through, she needed you, and, in a weird way, you needed her. It brought you closer.”
“I still don’t follow,” I muttered.
“You do realise Evie blamed herself for Shelly’s death, right?”
Fuck.
“No, I didn’t know that,” I said softly.
“Jesus, Kick, you really were ignorant, weren’t you? When Shelly fell out of the tree, Evie was supposed to be watching her, but she was too busy flirting with you. She blames herself because of that, I’m sure of it. And on top of the blame she dumped on herself, she ended up doubting herself after being bullied. You helped her and gave her the confidence in herself she needed. In return, she ended up loving you unconditionally, and gave you the sense of family you didn’t get from ours.”
I stared at him. “Well fuck, Braden, what are you? Some kind of psych?” I was fucking impressed with his analysis, though.
He grinned. “Fuck off.” He tapped his head and said, “I’m just the brains of the family, asshole.”
A hush came over the marquee, and I turned to see Evie entering. Fuck, my wife-to-be was beautiful. She had on a fitted white long dress that made her tits pop just enough for me but not so much that every fucking asshole here would be ogling them. And she had her hair up, which I loved because it gave me full access to her neck.
As she walked towards me, our eyes did not leave each other. I was so captivated by her gaze, I couldn’t even drag mine down her body to check out her killer curves. Over the past few months, Evie had stopped worrying so much about her weight and dieting and all that bullshit. And I was fucking rejoicing because her curves had returned.
She’s made me a happy man in more ways than one.
When she came closer, her father, who had walked her down the aisle, gave me her hand, and I did my best not to snatch it. Fuck, I had it bad today.
Once I held her hand in mine, I pulled her to me and whispered, “Fuck, baby, you look beautiful.”
She blessed me with a smile that could take a man’s breath away. “Thank you.”
She really had nothing to be thanking me for because I was the one who should be thanking her.
Evie had brought peace to my life.
Bonus Chapter
Evie
After he’d unlocked the front door of our home, Kick scooped me up into his arms. “Welcome home, Mrs Hanson,” he said with a huge grin on his face.
Mrs Hanson.
I grinned back at him, my tummy still full of the butterflies that had inhabited it all day. My wedding day truly had been the best day of my life. “I love you, Mr Hanson,” I said softly.
Kick entered the house, closed the door behind him with his boot, and walked intently down the hall. My body buzzed with desire. It had been a long day and I was exhausted, but never too exhausted to play with Kick.
As he walked down the hall, my gaze landed on the frames we’d hung. Photos of us and of our family lined the walls. I remembered the day we’d hung them. Kick had announced his desire to fill the walls with photos of our children. He wanted three and couldn’t wait to get started. I’d gone off birth control immediately and he’d spent every morning and night since working on making it happen.
I had good news for him tonight, but first, I would let him play because I feared once he was told, he would turn all overprotective, and pull back on the rough play.
When we reached our bedroom at the end of the hall, he entered it and dumped me on the bed. I bounced a little and then rested on my elbows, watching him, waiting for his next move.
His intense gaze roamed over my body as he removed his cut and placed it on the armchair in the corner of the room. I loved that armchair. It was where he often sat and watched me while I slept. Waking up to find Kick’s hungry eyes on me was the best way to wake up.
He slowly removed the rest of his clothes, and my desire built as he drew it out.
I was impatient for my man.
When he crawled onto the bed, over me, I thought I would burst from the desire. “Kick -”
“Shhh,” he whispered, placing his finger over my lips to silence me. He pushed me onto my back and then bent to take one of my nipples into his mouth.
Yes.
I gripped the sheet and dug my toes into the bed. I’d been without Kick’s mouth for over twenty-four hours. This was like coming home.
He let my nipple go and raised his head to look at me, his need raw on his face. “You got any idea just how ready I am to fuck you?” he growled as he pressed his erection into me.
Fuck.
I reached my hands to grab the back of his head and pulled his face to mine. Our lips collided a second later in a rough kiss; the kiss we’d both been aching for all day. While he kissed me, he began tearing at my clothes. My wedding dress was practically sewn onto me, though, and he quickly grew impatient and frustrated with its removal.
Pulling his lips from mine, he complained, “Fuck, Evie, are you trying to block my access tonight?” His gaze moved over my dress and I could see his mind trying to figure out the best way to get it off.
I pushed him off me and moved off the bed. Turning around to show him the back of the dress, I said, “You’ve got some buttons to undo, and don’t even think of ripping it off. This dress cost me a fortune.” The buttons ran the length of the dress and Maree had warned me Kick would get frustrated with it, but I’d loved it too much to worry about that. Plus, I figured by the time he got me out of it, he’d be so worked up that I’d be guaranteed some rough sex.
He came to me and began working on the buttons. When he was about half way down my back, he said, “Jesus fuck, woman, I was a fan of this dress until now.”
I grinned to myself. Smiling sweetly at him, I said, “Sorry, baby, I thought you’d like it more.”
He practically growled and his touch grew rougher as his fingers worked harder and faster to get the buttons undone. A couple of minutes later, he had the dress and my underwear off and he spun me around to face him. I sucked in a breath at his face. I’d never seen him so desperate to have me. And I felt that desperation deep inside.
I reached out to take hold of his cock, but he grabbed it before I got there. “I think I’m gonna have to cuff you tonight, sweetheart,” he said, his breathing growing ragged. He let my hand go. “Wait there,” he commanded and walked to the drawer where he kept his toys.
After rummaging through the drawer for what felt like ages, he shoved it closed, and muttered, “Fuck.” Looking over at me, he asked, “Do you remember where the fuck I put the cuffs?”
Shaking my head, I said, “No.”
Without saying anything else, he stalked out of the room. I did as he said and stayed where I was, hoping he would hurry back.
A minute later, he stalked back into the bedroom, no cuffs in sight. I sensed his frustration and when he grabbed something from the drawer and slammed it shut, I heard that frustration. Kick was not a patient man.
He came to me, holding the roll of bondage tape he didn’t use that often. Cuffs were his preference, or rope. But tape was quick to use and I figured that was why he’d gone with it tonight. His eyes met mine, and he said, “On the bed, baby, back against the headboard, arms up.”
Our bed had a padded headboard, which he’d insisted on for my comfort. Attached to the wall just above the headboard was a wrought iron bar and that was one of Kick’s favourite things in our entire house. It was what he often used to restrain me. The bar was also one of my favourite things because when he used it, I was guaranteed the best orgasms.
I sat on the bed, watching with anticipation as he came to me. He grabbed one of my hands and taped it to the bar, and then repeated this with my other hand. My core clenched; he was rougher than I’d hoped for, and I
loved it.
He dumped the tape on the floor and then took hold of my jaw with one hand while the other one trailed down my neck to my breasts. His eyes followed his hand and lingered on my chest for a while before coming back to meet my gaze. “Fucking hell, Evie, even after all these years, I want you so damn much.” He brought his lips to mine and kissed me while still holding my jaw firmly. I could feel his need in his kiss, and my heart beat faster in my chest at the thought of what was to come.
After he ended the kiss, he let me go and spread my legs wide, bringing my knees up so my feet were resting on the bed. His eyes focused on my pussy, and I watched as he fought to control himself. Kick was good at making himself wait, but that didn’t mean his restraint was easy to achieve. He had to work hard at it.
Shifting onto his stomach, he positioned his mouth so he could lick the length of my pussy. I shut my eyes and let the pleasure consume me. His hands gripped my legs, and his lips and tongue brought me to orgasm faster than they ever had. I screamed out his name and fought against the tape that was restraining me.
I need to touch him.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispered as he moved and brought his face to mine.
I opened my eyes and stared into his. Oh god, I loved this man. “Undo me, Kick, I want to touch you . . .”
I hadn’t expected him to listen to me, but he moved off the bed, grabbed his knife from the drawer and came back to free me. However, he didn’t have plans for me to touch him. He grabbed hold of me and pulled me to him. Then he moved a pillow down the bed and flipped me so my belly was lying over the pillow with my ass slightly raised. He took hold of both my hands and stretched my arms out on the bed above me while he lay over the top of me. Pressing my hands into the bed, he grunted as he slammed his cock into me.
Hard.
Rough.
Yes.
He pulled out and thrust back in. “Fuck,” he growled against my ear sending even more pleasure through me. I loved hearing his need escape from his lips.
The room was silent around us except for the feral sounds of Kick fucking me. Bodies slamming together, breaths coming hard and fast, grunts as we both reached for our release, and, finally, the roar as we orgasmed.
Kick collapsed on top of me and I didn’t even care that his weight was almost crushing me. I was lost in the pleasure he’d just given me. Eventually, he did move off me to lie next to me. He pulled me against his body, positioning me so my head was resting on his chest.
We were silent for a few minutes until he said, “Promise me we’ll still be fucking like that when we’re sixty.”
I laughed and lifted my head to look up at him. “If I know you as well as I think I know you, we’ll still be fucking like that when we’re ninety.”
Grinning at me, he nodded. “I reckon you might be right there, sweetheart.”
I moved so I was sitting next to him. My fingers traced a lazy pattern on his chest and my eyes met his. Smiling, I whispered, “I can only see one thing slowing us down.”
He frowned. “What?”
“The kids we’re going to have.”
He sat up, the look on his face changing. Staring at me with a look of amazement, he asked, “Are you about to tell me what I think you’re about to tell me?”
I nodded, a wash of emotion taking over me. “Yes. You’re going to be a daddy.”
His eyes widened and a huge grin filled his face. And then he practically crushed me to the bed and kissed me. He kissed me for an eternity, and when he’d finished, he looked down at me through eyes that couldn’t hide his love even if he tried, and said, “I love you, Evie Hanson.”
I looped my arms around his neck, and said, “Not as much as I love you, Kick Hanson.”
He chuckled. “You might think you wear the pants in this relationship, sweetheart, but I’m telling you now, if we have a daughter, I’m the boss of her. And that’s a ‘we clear’ statement.”
I laughed. “Oh God, I hope we have a girl. Kick Hanson scaring off boys . . . I want to watch that.”
He groaned, a look of pure pain flashing across his face. “Fuck, that’s gonna be worse than dealing with men watching you.”
As I watched my man declare his love for me in more ways than one, I realised how happy I was.
Finally.
We’d been through so much and we’d fought so hard for this over the years. And we’d finally done it. We’d created our own family, and this family would always love and protect its own.
Always.
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A Note From Nina
I hope you’ve enjoyed Relent. I’ve loved telling Kick’s and Evie’s story and can’t wait to share Nitro’s story with you next. Just to give you a little more background to the Sydney Storm MC series, this book has introduced the club to you. You would have picked up in the Epilogue that in the three months between when Kick proposed to Evie and when they got married, shit went down with the club. The next book will tell what happened in those three months. A lot happened! If you want to keep up to date with my releases click here to sign up for my newsletter.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for reviewing.
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Acknowledgements
Relent was originally written for the Black Hearts Anthology (that never went ahead). I met some amazing women while we worked on that anthology, and I’d like to thank them for their friendship, support and advice. Crystal Spears, JC Emery, River Savage, Ryan Michele, MN Forgy, AC Bextor & Emily Minton – thank you girls, and although we were all disappointed it never went ahead, I am so grateful for the opportunity to get to know you.
I always need to thank my family and friends for their support. Without them giving me the space to do my thing, my books would never make to release. I love you all.
I really need to send huge thanks to my editor, Karen. You put up with my inability to meet editing deadlines and I am so thankful for all the work you do for me.
My amazing PA, Melanie. Thank you so much baaaaabe! I would be lost without you.
To my STORMCHASERS – I love you girls!! Thank you for all your wonderful support and for the friendships we have made. I hope to get to meet you at one of the signing events I’ll be at this year.
To my girls. In this crazy book world, you need all the support and friendships you can find. I’ve been blessed to find so many amazing friends but these girls always have my back. Kathleen Kelly, Jani Kay, River Savage, Chelle Bliss, Lyra Parish, Max Henry, Evie Harper and Nadine Colling – love you long time xx
To my gorgeous readers. Thank you so much for buying my books and reading them. And for loving my characters as much as you do. It blows me away every damn day xx
To my cover designer, Louisa. Thank you for taking the time to create me an awesome cover. Especially on a Friday night, and even when I told you not to give up your weekend to do it, but rather to wait for Monday to do it. You went out of your way and spent two hours redesigning me a gorgeous cover and I was truly grateful. Thank you for all the work you did on all my covers. You are a very talented lady and I wish you the best for the future.
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My new rockstar series coming out 2nd March!
Chapter One
Presley
As I take the call I’ve been waiting six months for, the people around me carry on with their lives as mine stands still. It’s funny how that happens. How, in the blink of an eye, your life can change so completely and yet everyone else is unaware. If they were to look at you, they wouldn’t know anything had changed.
I’m in the middle of running a photography shoot, and I’ve got people everywhere. In amongst the noise and chaos, my world is being tilted, and I’m struggling to focus on what’s being said.
“Presley, are you listening to me?”
His question pulls me back into the conversation. “It’s too late now, Lennon. I needed you to say this to me six months ago.”
He sighs and it’s as familiar as an old cardigan. It’s the same sigh he’s used on me numerous times throughout our marriage, the sigh that tells me how frustrated he is with whatever I am asking of him. “How can it be too late? We’ve been married for three years, that’s not something you just give up on. I want you back, and I’ll do anything to make that happen.”
The pain his words inflict tears another hole in my heart. “The reason it’s too late is because you should have been willing to do anything to make our marriage work while we were in it or when I told you there was a problem. But you didn’t. You were too busy with your work to care about me and telling me six months later is not enough. You need to accept this is over and move on.”
“That’s not gonna happen, baby. You’re mine and I’m coming home to show you how wrong I was.”
“You’re coming back to Australia?”
“That’s what I just said. I’ll be there next week. Once we finish up with the tour.”
Now it’s my turn to sigh. He just doesn’t get it. “And that’s why we’ll never work,” I say softly.
I know him so well I can almost hear his brain thinking and I can picture his brows pulled together in confusion as he asks, “Why?”
“Because if you truly loved me and wanted me back, you wouldn’t be waiting for the bloody tour to end.” I take a breath before adding, “Don’t come back, Lennon. I don’t want to see you.” I bite my lip as I prepare to end the call.
Darla, my assistant, is watching me closely, and she raises her brows, questioning if I’m okay. She knows the last thing I need on this shoot is for my concentration to be challenged. And she can probably tell from my body language and facial expressions that’s exactly what’s happening. She’s worked with me for a long time and been my friend for longer. She knows me well. I nod at her to indicate I’ll be okay, because I will be. This isn’t the first time my husband has screwed with my concentration. I’m well versed in dealing with it and getting through my work, in spite of it.
