Storm (Storm MC 1)

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.