King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC Book 6)

by Nina Levine

  I eyed my son. It was his third birthday today. I’d managed to knock Lily up fast after I’d married her. If I had my way, she’d have a baby in her belly more often than not, because my kids made my fucking life. But Lily had told me six was a good number to stop at, so after this current pregnancy, I’d be heading into a new kind of battle. The day we were married, I’d told her I wanted four more kids, and I hadn’t been fucking about. I intended to win that battle, but fuck, I wouldn’t complain if it was a long, drawn-out one. Going to battle with my wife got me hard as fuck and led to some crazy shit going down between us. It was the kind of shit a man could die happy having experienced.

  I smiled at Cade. “Why don’t you and Meredith play with it in the sandpit?” Eyeing Lily’s mother, sister, Jamie, and Adelaide coming down the stairs, I added, “Grandma’s here.”

  He squealed with delight, wiggled out of my hold, and took off in Hannah’s direction.

  Building this place had been one of the best damn decisions Lily and I had made. We’d sold the place in the city after the shit that went down there and bought this land. And neither of us had looked back. Lily had surprised the hell out of me by how she’d handled the D’Amato shit, but it had just been the first in a line of incidences she’d had to stand tall against as my old lady.

  “Oh God,” she muttered, her hand landing on my chest, scrunching a handful of my shirt.

  “What?” I asked, following her gaze.

  “Zara. Shit, shit, shit. Now is not the time for her to get distracted from her studies.”

  I found what she was looking at, and I didn’t fucking like it either.

  “I’ll have a word with him,” I said firmly as my shoulders tensed.

  Lily looked at me. “King, don’t be hard on him. It’s not his fault Zara’s watching him.”

  I clenched my jaw as I watched Fury making his way through the party toward me, oblivious to the fact my daughter had her gaze trained on him. “That may be the case, Lily, but if I’m not hard on him, he won’t have a reason to keep his distance from her.” And no fucking way was a man like Fury getting anywhere near my daughter. She may have been eighteen now, but I still saw her as the fourteen-year-old I’d handled little shits for.

  Fury stopped when he reached us. Glancing between Lily and me, he said, “Hate to interrupt, but I need a word with King.”

  Lily smiled and nodded at him. “Sure.” Then she turned and gave me her wide eyes that meant I should pay attention to what she’d just said about not going hard on him. I had no fucking intention of doing that so I ignored those eyes.

  Fury watched her leave and then said, “I’ve taken care of what you wanted. There was some collateral damage, though.”

  “How bad?”

  “Nothing I couldn’t handle. It’s all been cleaned up.”

  “Good.”

  “You got anything else for me today?”

  “No, but it’s come to my attention that my eighteen-year-old daughter has eyes for you.” My voice dropped to a hard command. “Under no fucking circumstances are you to look at her, speak to her, or fucking touch her. If I find out you’ve done any one of those things, I will make it so you wished you fucking hadn’t.” I paused for a beat. “We clear?”

  His brows lifted. “I’m not into eighteen-year-olds, King, and I’m sure as fuck not into anyone related to you, so yeah, we’re clear.”

  “Good. Keep it that fucking way and we won’t have a problem.”

  “If you don’t have anything more for me, I’m gonna go off-grid for the day.”

  “Do that. We’ve got a fuckload of shit on when we hit Melbourne, so make sure you’re ready for that.”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  He passed Zara on the way out and didn’t so much as look at her.

  I found my wife again. “I’ve sorted the problem.”

  “King, I hate to break it to you, but the problem is Zara. Not your guys. And that’s the kind of problem I have no clue how to sort.”

  Zara had given Lily hell for years when it came to boys. And since Zara had turned her attention to Storm members, it had become my hell, too.

  “Well, as far as I’m concerned I’ve handled it. Now, are we gonna do the cake, because the sooner we get this party done, the sooner I can clear people out, and the sooner I can get inside you.”

  “They only just arrived like an hour ago. You can’t start kicking them out soon.”

  I lifted a brow. “You wanna fucking watch me?”

  She shook her head at me, but her eyes had that heat in them again. Moving into my embrace, she said, “I’m so glad I decided to grow old with you and your filthy ways.”

  My hands landed on her ass. “You had no fucking choice in the matter. I decided for you.”

  She smiled up at me. “Yeah, baby, you did, because you’re bossy like that.” She kissed me long and hard before adding, “Right, I’ll go get the cake. You round everyone up. And then we start working on getting them to leave.”

  My gut tightened as I watched her walk across the lawn, up the stairs, and into the house. I hadn’t ever imagined finding a woman like Lily. She was my opposite in almost all ways, and yet we worked. Fuck how we worked. And now I couldn’t imagine a life without her.

  I’d laid myself bare for her.

  I’d bled for her and wouldn’t fucking hesitate to do it again.

  I fucking breathed for her.

  And while my family and my club were everything to me, I existed for Lily.

  NEXT BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT!

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  Thank you for reading King’s Reign! I hope you loved King & Lily’s story. You’ll get to see more of them in my next book WAR OF HEARTS! Out in October 2018!

  I tried not to look at her.

  I tried not to want her.

  I tried not to love her.

  But she won this war of hearts, and now I'm a man on my knees.

  This love may kill me.

  My president will see to that.

  No one touches his daughter.

  He's removed me from her life.

  He's sent me to hell where every day is a bloodbath.

  If he thinks he's won, he's wrong.

  Every battle is won before it's fought, and she won this battle a long time ago.

  I surrendered in our war of hearts, and now I'll fight to the death for my queen.

  An explosive and epic love story set in the gritty world of the Storm MC. This is the first standalone in the new Storm MC Reloaded series.

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  Excerpt from Storm

  “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, and 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 fac
e 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 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 stood face to face, taking in his grin and his dancing eyes.

  He wrapped his arms around me, gripping my ass. “Darlin’, I’ve gotta get these clothes off you and sink my dick into that wet pussy of yours.”

  Trailing a finger across his lips, I 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 panties 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 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.”

  It’s the one thing that chases away thoughts of everything I gave up years ago.

  It’s the one thing that makes me feel alive.

  Our mouths met and an explosion of sensations shot through me as our tongues and lips tangled. He pulled me close so his erection pressed against my pussy.

  Yes.

  I ground myself against him so his cock touched my clit. Needing more friction there, I reached down and rubbed myself with his cock while I grabbed his balls with my other hand, rolling them back and forth.

  Oh, God, I never want this to end.

  His need for me.

  My need for him.

  So damn good.

  These moments were what I craved.

  It was in these moments when I felt good that hope flared deep in my soul – that long discarded sense that maybe – just maybe – my life could be good again, and I could have love, and passion, and a future with someone.

  “Talented with your hands as well, I see,” he murmured 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 so. I threw my head back and enjoyed the pleasure traveling along my skin. I really was a tit girl and couldn’t get enough.

  “You like that, darlin’?” My moan was enough of an answer.

  I tangled my fingers in his hair and applied a little pressure to keep his head and mouth in place, on my breast. Dividing his attention between both my breasts, him sucking on me while I rubbed his cock against my clit was my version of heaven.

  Eventually he stopped 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?”

  Pleasure had wound itself through my body to the point where I was more than ready for what he wanted - more than ready for the release it would give me. The escape I need. “That’s more than okay with me.”

  He turned us so 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 almost begged.

  He smirked and withdrew his fingers. “Hang on, gotta get a condom.” He 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.

  Yes.

  Coming back to me, he bent so his face was in my pussy and I screamed out when he licked along my wet folds and dipped his tongue into me. God damn, that feels so good. Swirling his tongue inside, he gripped my ass and massaged my cheeks.

  My mind duelled with itself; on one hand, I wanted him to continue to tongue fuck me, but on the other hand, I 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 I clenched in anticipation.

  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 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, which was perfect – the less talk, the better. I just needed his body and his time, nothing else. His cock filled me, the friction divine, and when his finger hit my clit to massage it, I went over the edge. I screamed as I came and he grunted in approval. A moment later, his body shuddered as he found his release. We then 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 wanted.

  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’d applied before hitting the club was long gone and sweat had smudged my makeup. 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.

  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, 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. However, two years earlier I walked away from that life, moving from Brisbane to Coffs Harbour to put distance between us. Now I spent my time trying to keep my nose out of club business. My family had supported my move two years ago, but they wanted me to come home. Scott often called and visited, trying to convince me, but I never caved. When I left, I’d 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 rival club 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 I’m not coming back.”

  “It’s bad shit, babe. Be best if you did come home.”

  “The answer’s no. Not happening.” I raked my fingers through my hair and blew out a long breath, wishing he would accept my answer and let me get on with my night.

  There was a long pause while he took in what I 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 now that I’d said no. Storm didn’t take no for an answer. Ever. And they didn’t tend to get caught up in bad situations for too long. 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. What the fuck have they gotten themselves into that’s made them f
eel 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 left me stunned. 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. Unusual for Serena; my BFF was no domestic goddess.

  “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?” 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’m going, I doubt she’ll 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 a.m. 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 couldn’t.

  I’d been in a living hell for most of the year prior to leaving Brisbane. To be honest, it began before that. It started after Rob attacked me which was almost two years before I left, back when I was dating J, the guy who I thought would be my forever. Our relationship had never been the same after J killed Rob when he attacked me. J blamed himself for the attack and I blamed myself for J killing him.