by Nina Levine
Storm
Storm MC, Volume 1
by Nina Levine
Published by Nina Levine, 2013.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
STORM
First edition. November 21, 2013.
Copyright © 2013 Nina Levine.
Written by Nina Levine.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
About the Author
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my daughter.
You’ve watched me try many things in life, and what I want you to take from that, is that it doesn’t matter whether you follow the one steady path in life or if you veer off and try numerous paths – so long as you keep believing in yourself and follow your OWN path.
“Not all those who wander are lost.”
~ J. R. R. Tolkien
Acknowledgements
Baby girl, you will never know how thankful I am to you for giving me the space and time to write this book. You are one amazing kid, and yeah, it’s a damn shame that you aren’t older and able to beta read for me because the instant feedback would have been awesome ;)
To my amazing family (and this includes those not related by blood because I think we’ve already established that you are indeed family) – you all believed in me before I believed in me. And for that, there are absolutely no words to express my deepest thanks.
To my parents – have I ever told you how much I love you? Your support and encouragement in everything I’ve ever done has been unwavering. It has meant the world to me. Thank you. I love you both so very much. Dad, all the marketing talks we’ve had over the years paid off. Even when you thought I might not have been taking it in, I was. It was being filed for later use. And that time has finally come. You gave me a scare this year, but it pushed me into action. Mum, I know you’ve read 50 Shades but still... try to forget that your daughter wrote this book while you are reading it ;)
To my DBFFF – you fucking rock! God, where does one start to even say thank you for everything you do and have ever done for me? YOU showed me what unconditional love looks like. We’ve been friends for over 20 years, and there were definitely times there where I thought you would walk away from our friendship; that I’d pushed you just that bit too far. You showed me that that isn’t how it works. The one thing I would wish for every woman and girl is that they have a best friend like you; one that is in their corner no matter what. I seriously don’t know what women do if they don’t have a best friend. Oh, and babe...you can’t fucking write a book in a day. Seriously dude, what were you thinking? SMH. NFP.
To my brother – I’ve loved the last couple of years, chatting with you nearly every morning while we worked out how to solve the world’s problems. You’re another believer in me, and I thank you so much for that. In particular, your support over the past few months has meant so much to me. You let me chat books, and plots, and HEA’s, and marketing, and every fucking thing else with you – you must be sick of hearing about the self publishing industry by now!
To SL – One of us is overdressed and it ain’t me... I mean, really, who cares whether you’re wearing panties, knickers or undies?? Just get them the hell off!! YOU, my friend, are a little bit of awesome sauce. I’m gonna put you in a book (in my head I am hearing Keith Urban sing ‘put you in a song’ while I type that).
NN – the day you walked into our shop was a good day my beautiful friend. Never saw you coming, but you just snuck up on me and now I am so thankful to call you my friend. Thanks for your belief and support.
To my KICKASS street team, Levine’s Ladies – you girls make my day every damn day!!! I love you all. And I couldn’t have done this without any of you. Thank you all so very much for being a part of this – you will never know just what you all mean to me. xxx
To the AMAZING bloggers and authors who have supported me. You are all rockstars! Thank you for everything you do. There are so many, but I do want to just shout out to Jani Kay, Carmen Jenner, Hook Me Up Book Blog, Island Lovelies Book Club, Sassy Mum Book Blog, Sizzling Pages Romance Reviews, The Danish Bookaholic, Louisa’s Reviews, Sticky Reads, Give Me Books, Book Addict Mumma, Totally Booked & Natasha Is A Book Junkie. I also want to say a huge thank you to the amazing Aussie authors who have welcomed me into their group, given me advice and shared my book on their pages. What a great little indie community we have in Australia.
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Prologue
Fuck.
How had my life come to this?
Sitting on the gravel with my knickers on the ground next to me and blood spilling from the gash on my arm, I looked up at J. Tears were streaming down my face and my hair was stuck to it in places. I had dirt all over me and my dress was ripped. The only things still in place were my heels.
J was pacing back and forth, on his phone. Probably calling Scott, I thought. Yes, Scott would know how to fix this clusterfuck of a situation. Normally, J would have something like this under control, but this time he was just too close to it to be objective.
I prayed Scott would come through for us.
My eyes slid to Rob’s lifeless body, sprawled in front of me.
You motherfucker. Why did you have to do what you did?
I don’t know how long I sat there like that, staring vacantly at him, but movement to my left caught my attention and I turned to see what it was.
Scott was walking towards me, a fierce look on his face. When he reached me, he knelt down and gently touched my arm. “Madison, it’s time to go,” he said quietly.
I stared into his eyes, not sure what I would find there, but all I saw was tenderness. Unusual. Scott didn’t do tenderness. Not very often.
J knelt on the other side of me. “Come on, baby,” he said as he tried to help me up.
Pain shot through my body as I stood. I winced but didn’t let it slow me. J wrapped his arms around me and helped me to Scott’s Charger. I looked back at Rob, my eyes taking in his bloody body and then scanning the area to note my knickers on the ground; a reminder of the attack that had occurred.
J settled me in the back of Scott’s car and wrapped a towel around my arm where the blood was. His blue eyes met mine. They showed concern. “Will you be alright here while Scott and I deal with the body?” he asked.
I nodded and he left me; left me to deal with a body like it was just another thing to do in his day. Well, I guess it sometimes was. All part and parcel of being a member of the Storm MC. My dad’s club. The club I had grown up around.
Fuck.
I asked myself again. How had my life come to this?
Chapter 1
Madison
“Jesus, darlin’, you know how to suck, don’t you?” the guy whose cock was currently in my mouth said. His hand was on my head, trying to direct me but I didn’t need it. Like he said, I had talents. I kept on sucking while my hands reached under to massage his balls a
nd he groaned with pleasure.
We were in his bedroom, him leaning against a wall with me on my knees. Two hours ago we’d never met and less than two hours from now would be the last he’d ever see of me. This was perhaps a shame because he was one hot guy; built with muscles that screamed to be touched, ink that begged to be traced and a face that any woman would kill to kiss. But I didn’t do relationships, not anymore.
I stopped sucking his cock and moved my mouth to lay kisses up his stomach as I slowly stood, licking and nipping as I went. He was naked and I really just wanted to devour his body, he was that gorgeous. I made it all the way up to his mouth and was now standing, eye to eye, and I took in his grin and his dancing eyes.
He wrapped his arms around me, gripping my ass, and said, “Darlin’, I’ve gotta get these clothes off you and sink my dick into that wet pussy of yours.”
I trailed a finger across his lips and nodded. “Yeah, you do.”
Not needing any further encouragement, he lifted my top over my head and discarded it. He repeated these motions with my bra, jeans and knickers until I was naked too. His eyes slowly roamed my body, taking it all in until they settled on my face and he grinned at me again. “Fuck, how many hours do you dedicate to this body to get it lookin’ this good?”
Reaching out to hook my finger under his chin so that I could pull his mouth to mine, I replied, “I like to fuck my way to this body, baby, so I’d say not enough hours. I’d definitely like to spend more time on it.”
Our mouths met and an explosion of sensations shot through me as our tongues and lips tangled. He was still leaning up against the wall and had pulled me right into him so that his erection was pressing against my pussy, his hands on my ass. I ground myself against him so that his cock was touching my clit. Needing more friction there, I reached down and started rubbing myself with his cock. I grabbed his balls with my other hand, rolling them back and forth.
“Talented with your hands as well, I see,” he murmured in between kisses.
I bit his lip softly, and then a little harder. “I’m a woman of many talents.”
He trailed his tongue down my neck and chest until he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it, one hand moving to cup my breast as he did this. I threw my head back and enjoyed the pleasure this gave me; I really was a tit girl and couldn’t get enough of this.
“You like that, darlin’?” he asked, although it wasn’t a question that needed answering. It was obvious that I liked this.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and applied a little pressure to keep his head and mouth in place, on my breast. He was now dividing his attention between both my breasts and can I just say, this was heaven, him sucking on me while I was rubbing his cock against my clit.
Eventually he stopped what he was doing and moved his mouth to my ear, nibbling on it and then he breathed out, “I’m gonna fuck you now. That okay with you?”
“That’s more than okay with me,” I purred. I mean, seriously, what kind of question was that?
He turned us so that I was now the one against the wall and reached his hand down to my pussy. I moaned loudly when he pushed two fingers inside me and massaged my walls. “Don’t get me wrong, that feels good, but I need your cock, baby,” I muttered.
He smirked and withdrew his fingers. “Hang on, gotta get a condom,” he said and left me for a minute while he located one. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the foil packet and saw him put the condom on. Time was ticking and I was more than ready for an orgasm.
Coming back to me, he bent so that his face was in my pussy and I almost screamed out when he licked along my wet folds and let his tongue dip into me. Swirling his tongue inside me, he gripped my ass and massaged in between my cheeks.
My mind was duelling with itself; on one hand it wanted him to continue to tongue fuck me but on the other hand it really wanted his cock. In the end the desire for cock won and I reached down and pulled his mouth away from my pussy. He knew what I wanted and stood up, lifting me as he went. I wrapped my legs around him and my pussy clenched in anticipation. Yeah, she knew she was about to strike gold.
His cock hit my entrance and he thrust in, hard and fast. Just how I liked it. My arms were around him and I gripped on to him as he thrust in and out, in and out. The pleasure inside me built as we continued our climb. Silence surrounded us except for the grunts and groans as we fought for our release. His cock was filling me, the friction divine, and when his finger hit my clit to massage it, I felt myself go over the edge. I screamed as I came and he grunted in approval. A moment later his body shuddered as he came and then we just clung to each other as waves of pleasure flowed through us.
He lifted his head to look at me, “You done, darlin’?”
I nodded and smiled, “Yeah.”
He let me down and I headed for his bathroom to clean myself up, grabbing my clothes on the way. Neither of us said a word, but really, what was there to say? We’d both gotten what we came here for.
I locked myself in his bathroom and splashed water on my face, enjoying the cold, cleansing sensation. Turning the tap off, I looked in the mirror. My face had that just fucked flush and my long brunette hair was a tangled mess. The lipstick I had applied before hitting the club was long gone and my makeup was slightly smudged from the sweat. But the thing that stood out the most to me was the dullness I saw in my eyes; the indifference I felt towards life.
The only thing that gave me a buzz anymore was sex, and even that was starting to lose its magic.
Chapter 2
Madison
Fifteen minutes later I was on my way home when my phone rang. Retrieving it from my bag, I checked the caller ID. Private number. No way, buddy. I ignored it and threw it back in my bag. However, the asshole was persistent and rang again. I ignored it again but after three more rounds of this I was pissed off.
I stabbed at the phone to answer it and snapped, “This had better be good.”
“Madison, it’s Griff. Got some news for you that you’re not gonna like very much.”
Fuck. Griff was a member of Storm, the motorcycle club that my Dad was President of, and my brother, Scott, was Vice President of. I grew up in the club; it was my family. I’d gotten my hands dirty for the club but two years ago I walked away from that life. Storm was based in Brisbane and I had moved to Coffs Harbour to put distance between us. Now I spent my time working an honest job and tried to keep my nose out of club business. My family had supported my move two years ago, but now they wanted me to come home. Scott often called and visited, trying to convince me, but I never caved. When I had left, I had been a broken mess, and I was still trying to put myself back together. Going home would be going backwards as far as I was concerned.
I sighed. “What’s up, Griff?”
“Scott wants you back here. There’s some shit going down with Black Deeds and he doesn’t want you alone in case they retaliate by going after you.”
Black Deeds MC was a nasty club that Storm often had problems with so I couldn’t see that this would be any different. “Griff, I’m fine, and you can tell Scott that I am not coming back.”
“It’s bad shit, babe. Be best if you did come home.”
“The answer’s no. Not happening,” I was getting impatient with this conversation.
There was a long pause while he took in what I had said. He probably hated this part of the job. Dealing with me. I would. “Right. I’ll pass that on to Scott,” he replied, and then hung up.
I stared at the phone. He gave in way too easily and it made me suspicious. They had to have an agenda and I wondered what would be the next step if I said no.
Storm didn’t take no for an answer. Ever. And they didn’t tend to get involved in bad shit. They barrelled through anything that got in their way. They had a reputation for being a strong and ruthless club so there was only one question on my mind now. What the fuck had they gotten themselves into that made them feel this threatened?
“Hey, honey, I’m
home,” I yelled out as I came through the front door.
“I’m in the kitchen, chica,” came the reply, and I headed towards the voice.
The scene that greeted me in the kitchen stunned me. My best friend and roommate, Serena, had filled the kitchen with muffins. It was after midnight and there she was with about fifty muffins spread from one end of the kitchen to the other. Her hair, face and clothes were covered in flour, and there were ingredients and cooking utensils everywhere. My BFF was not a domestic goddess, that was for sure.
“What is all this cooking in aid of?” I asked, because it had to be for a reason. Serena didn’t often bake.
“My mother,” she said simply. And that said it all. Serena’s mother was a domineering woman and when she said jump, you said how high.
“Ah, another one of her charity assignments?” I asked. Her mother was always doing stuff for charities so I guessed this was just another one of those. Usually she didn’t get Serena to bake though, because let’s face it, we all knew her skills in this department were somewhat lacking.
Serena nodded. “Yep, and at the rate I am going, I doubt she will ever ask me to cook for her again.”
I laughed. “Do you want some help, honey?”
She flashed me a huge grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”
We spent the next hour tidying up and getting the muffins packed and ready to be delivered to her mother later that day. At about two am I crawled into bed, exhausted after a long day, but sleep eluded me. Thoughts of Storm and my life before I left assaulted me, and as much as I tried to avoid them, I just couldn’t.
I had been in a living hell for most of the year prior to leaving Brisbane. Actually, to be honest, it had started before that. It had started after Rob attacked me and that was nearly two years before I left. Back when I was dating J, the guy who I had been sure was going to be my forever.
You see, J killing Rob after he attacked me had fucked my relationship up with J and we had never been able to get it back on track. J blamed himself for the attack and I blamed myself for J killing him.
