Storm (Storm MC 1)

Fuck.

Bullet was a nasty piece of work, and today he appeared to be in a murderous mood going by the look on his face, and his tense body language. He spoke at Marcus, “Let Nix go,” he trained his gun on Madison, “Or I shoot her.”

Marcus didn’t hesitate; he shoved Nix towards Bullet. Nix stumbled, but turned and attempted to punch Marcus, who saw it coming, ducked and then straightened, grabbing Nix by the throat.

Bullet stalked over to them and ripped Nix away from Marcus. “Fucking leave it, Nix,” he growled, “This shit is done.”

Nix turned his dark eyes on Bullet and seethed, “Watch your fucking mouth, VP. This shit isn’t done till I say it is, and it’s not fucking done.”

Bullet nodded at one of their guys who turned his gun from our people and aimed it at Nix. “The club says it’s done,” Bullet asserted, and the guy pulled the trigger.

I watched as Nix slumped to the floor; stunned. Never in a million years had I expected that they would take their own President out. But, it was possibly the best move they could have made.

My eyes shot to Madison and I took in her alarm. Fuck, this needed to be over but I had no clue where Bullet was taking it.

“Right, you get your guys out of here and this is done. No fucking retribution for anything Nix did; he wasn’t backed by the club for any of that shit,” Bullet said to Marcus.

Marcus considered what he had said, giving both Scott and I a quick glance. Scott lifted his chin, indicating his consent and I followed suit. We didn’t want a war with Black Deeds; it had only ever been Nix that we were after, and that had been taken care of. I was fucking pissed though; I had wanted to draw his death out and fucking make him suffer. I had wanted to be the cause of his blood pouring from his body.

Turning back to Bullet, Marcus agreed and then raised his hand in the air, circling his finger and pointing at the door. He had grabbed Sharon, and I headed towards Madison, who Scott had untied.

I held her face between my hands and searched her eyes, “You okay, baby?” I asked.

She kept her shit together and nodded, “Yeah,” she replied and then, with an emotion I couldn’t quite figure out, “Take me home, J.” Her hands covered mine and she grasped them both pulling them down to our sides. We stood there for a moment like that, her eyes no longer cold towards me but rather, there was a heat to her stare. And it fucking hit me in the belly and then, of course, my dick did his happy dance again. I growled and nodded, leading her out to my bike, not even giving Bullet, Marcus or any of the boys a second glance.

I was fucking taking Madison home, and no fucker was getting in my way.

Chapter 13

Madison

J was on a mission and I was going with it. I was letting myself feel again. After shutting my feelings down for so long, to now let myself go there was electric. My body was buzzing, my mind was dancing with the possibilities and my desire for J was in fucking overdrive. I needed to have him. Now.

Any doubts I had been having about how he felt had been erased when I saw the raw emotion he experienced when he saw me tied up by Nix. I never thought I’d see the day, but I had been relieved when he’d killed that fucker standing over me. It was no secret that I struggled with the violence surrounding Storm, but my eyes had been opened today and my Mum was right; anything J did was for those he loved. Even what he had done to Rob. I was shitty at myself for taking so long to see this because it had kept me from J all this time. And I didn’t want to be without him for one second longer.

I followed him wordlessly through his house into his bedroom, all the while holding his hand; I wasn’t letting him go.

When we reached his room he turned to me, and pulled me to him. Our eyes locked and I licked my lips, drawing his attention to my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his neck letting my fingers thread through his hair and then pulled his face to mine. The minute our lips met, my core clenched and my brain became a scrambled mess. I needed this man like I had never needed another and I pushed myself closer to him; I couldn’t get close enough.

He groaned, and reached his hands down to my ass and lifted me up so that my legs were wrapped around him. Next minute we were up against the wall, lips smashed together and his hands were under my top searching for my breasts.

“Baby, you feel so good,” he murmured as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck, J,” I moaned, and then kissed him before pulling back away, “Why did we wait so long?” It wasn’t really a question that required answering; more a statement of how much I wanted this right now.

“I don’t fucking know, but don’t think that you can stop me now, cause nothing will fucking stop me now. I’m yours and you’re mine, always have been,” he was staring intently into my eyes while he said all of this.

I nodded and smiled, “Yes,” I said simply, and then a little more aggressively, “Now, fuck me.”

He grinned, and then his lips were back on mine; hard, insistent. Gripping my ass he turned and walked us to the bed, laying me down while he stood and watched me from hooded eyes.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” he commanded and I didn’t hesitate to obey.

I shimmied out of my jeans and then lifted my top off and threw it on the floor, closely followed by my bra. Fuck, watching J watch me was getting me wetter than I already was and I decided to play with him a little. I ran my hands over my tits, pinching my nipples, and then reached one hand down into my knickers and rubbed my clit. My eyes did not leave J, but his eyes roamed my body, first watching me touch my tits and then following my hand into my knickers. He loved to watch, and I loved to be watched; I had forgotten how in sync we were.

“Taste yourself,” he said as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans.

I watched as he pulled his cock free and stroked it; his eyes remained on my pussy, eager for a show, so I dipped my finger into my wetness and then lifted it to my lips, sucking and licking. He stroked harder and a little faster, which only turned me on more. I moved to a kneeling position in front of him on the bed and pushed his jeans down; I wanted all barriers to J removed. He stepped out of them and then pulled his shirt off. J liked to go commando so he now stood naked in front of me and it was a fucking sight to behold.