Revive (Storm MC 3)

“You’ve no idea, baby. But I’ve got other body parts that are far more worthy of seeing, and anytime you’re up for that viewing, you just call. Don’t care what time of the day either.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Those body parts inked?”

I leant in so I could whisper in her ear, “That’s for me to know and for you to find out, darlin’.”

As I moved my face away from hers, I didn’t miss the glazed look in her eyes. I’d affected her as much as she had me. This sexy tango we’d been locked in for years always aroused me. Flirting with Velvet was one of my preferred activities, but fuck, I’d much rather she take me up on my offers.

Harlow cut in on our conversation. “You ready to go, Velvet?”

Velvet battled to drag her eyes from mine. “Yes,” she murmured. It was evident she would have happily stayed. And that thought right there made me a happy asshole. Perhaps we could move past what had been said two months ago; forget it and move on.

She gave me one last smile before leaving. It confused the hell out of me. It was the kind of smile that says ‘well, it was fun while it lasted’. I’d obviously misread the flirting for something it wasn’t. Shit, women and their fucking mixed signals.

They left, and Griff brought up the one thing I didn’t want to think about. “What are you fuckers doing on Sunday?”

Mother’s Day.

It was ten years this year, and my mind was already overwhelmed by thoughts of it. And that was without whatever Gabriella would fire at me. The anger and hurt that was never far away, surfaced. And along with it, came the suffocating pressure on my chest. My heart thumped and my skin burnt with the rage that I desperately needed to get out of me; the rage, that as much as I tried, I could never escape from.

“I’m doing lunch with Harlow’s mum,” Scott said.

He was oblivious to the shit swirling in my head at the moment. So was Griff. I’d never told anyone; only my family knew. And Kick, but I didn’t see him very often.

“You’re not seeing your mum?” Griff directed at Scott.

“Haven’t worked that out with her yet. I think Madison’s trying to organise dinner with her so we’ll go to that I guess.”

“And you?” he asked me.

I pushed thr

ough the rage to answer him. “Lunch with the family.”

“What are you doing, Griff?” Scott asked.

Shit, it came back to me in a rush. Griff’s parents were both dead. Maybe he needed somewhere to go; a distraction for the day.

He shrugged. “I’ll find someone to spend the day with. There’s always plenty of offers.” He aimed for nonchalance, but I wasn’t so sure it was what he was feeling. I left it alone though; Griff wasn’t big on talking about shit like this. And besides, most days, he preferred his own company anyway.

My attention was diverted by a pair of sexy legs that walked by. I followed the legs up until I hit big tits and knew I’d found my fun for the night. I slapped Griff on the back, and grinned at him and Scott. “Have a good night, boys. I’ll be over there if you need me. That is, until she agrees to ride me, and then you won’t see me for at least a day.” If I could, I’d lock myself away with pussy for the whole fucking weekend. It was always a welcome distraction from my thoughts.

Chapter 2

One Last Breath ~ Creed

Nash

Mother’s Day hit like a bitch.

First I had to deal with the chick I’d screwed last night. Then, I received instructions off my sister, Erika, to pick up groceries on my way to lunch. I’d had a run in with a dickhead at the store and arrived at Mum’s house in the worst mood.

I juggled the groceries in my arms and kicked the half open door all the way open so I could enter. “Carla, a little help please, babe,” I hollered down the hallway.

Carla didn’t appear. Of course she fucking didn’t. My sister’s life revolved around herself and we only got the time of day when it suited her.

“Fuck,” I muttered as the bags of groceries threatened to fall out of my arms. I continued to make my way to the kitchen, doing my best not to drop any of the bags. As I passed the lounge room I caught a glimpse of Carla out of the corner of my eye. And I didn't like what I saw. The groceries all fell to the floor as I saw red.

“What the fuck?” I yelled, as I stepped over the bags and stalked into the room. Carla was on the lounge underneath a guy, and he had his mouth all over her and his hands on her ass. It wasn’t so much his hands on her that pissed me off; more so, whose hands they were. At the sound of my voice, he turned his head to look at me. He smirked and I lost my shit completely.