Relent (Sydney Storm MC 1)

God, he was killing me tonight. I drank some of the bourbon he’d gotten me. Shit, another double. When I placed the glass back down, I said, “How many did you go to?”

He didn’t hold back. “Six.”

Fuck.

I took another drink. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why now, Kick? Why all of a sudden do you want to try this again, and what makes you think it would be any different to the two times we already tried to make it work?”

He raked his fingers through his hair. “It’s not all of a sudden for me, Evie. I’ve never stopped thinking of you, never stopped thinking I fucked it all up by letting you walk away. But I didn’t want to fuck your life up any further so I stayed away. I think deep down I always thought we’d find each other again when we were older. Jeremy’s death hit me hard and made me realise just how short lif

e can be. I don’t want to wait till we’re older. I don’t want to fuck around anymore.”

I emptied my glass, taking a deep breath as the bourbon burnt on the way down. “Just because you don’t want to fuck around anymore doesn’t mean it would work. Not unless you’ve changed your idea of what being a couple is,” I said softly.

He leant his face close to mine. So close I could almost taste him. “Let me in, baby. Let me show you how I’ve changed.” Kick had never been the best at expressing his emotions but his eyes laid it all out for me.

Vulnerability, want and hope.

I placed my hand on his cheek.

One night wouldn’t hurt.

Surely.

“Show me,” I whispered.

Chapter Eight

Kick

19 years old

I pushed Evie against the wall and reached my hand under her dress to trace a pattern up her thigh. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she moaned when my fingers found their way into her panties.

“Fuck, baby, you’re wet,” I growled as I dipped into her.

Her eyes opened and she threaded her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. Before she kissed me, she said, “I’ve been wet for you for years, Kick.”

Eager lips met mine and when her tongue found mine, I grunted my approval and ground my dick against her while my fingers fucked her pussy.

When she ended the kiss, she said, with a lick of her lips and a fucking sexy smile, “Best birthday present ever.”

Fuck, I needed in.

With my dick, not my fingers.

“How do you like to be fucked, baby?”

Hesitation flared in her eyes and she whispered, “I’m still a virgin, Kick.”

Fuck me.

My eyes widened. “What the hell? You had a boyfriend all last year.”

“I did but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna give it up to just anyone.”