Storm (Storm MC 1)

Pulling away from me, he was visibly annoyed now. “Madison, I thought we had agreed not to do this.” There was a warning tone to his voice that I didn’t like.

“We had, but I’m asking you to talk to me about this stuff.”

“Do you trust me? Trust that anything I do is done for a good reason?”

Shit, now he had me. “I do, but - ”

He cut me off, “Either you do, or you don’t, babe.”

“Okay, I do.”

He nodded. “Right, so you need to trust me on this one,” he said, like it was a black and white choice, when it was so far from that for me.

We stood, eyeing each other while I weighed what he had said. Finally, I agreed, “All right, I will.”

“Good,” he muttered, and pulled me to him, wrapping me in his arms. He laid a kiss on the top of my head, and then said, “I love you. Love what you do for me.”

“I love you, too.” And I did. But fuck this was hard; fighting against all my instincts to need to know what he was doing. I just hoped that over time it would get easier, and that we would find a happy middle ground where he would share some things and I would be able to let some things go.

“What time is Serena arriving?” he asked, letting me go and reaching in his jacket for a cigarette.

“I thought she would have been here by now,” I replied.

Lighting his smoke, he suggested, “Why don’t you give her a call while I go in and see Scott. But, I don’t want you out here by yourself so come inside to do it.”

I furrowed my brow. “Why?”

He shook his head, mild frustration crossing his face again. “Just do what I say for once, please.”

I threw up my arms, “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Fine!” I snapped, and started walking towards the clubhouse. I could hear him muttering something under his breath about women and death as he followed me in.

***

I hung up from Serena, disappointed. One of the girls she worked with had been in a car accident and was stuck in hospital, which meant that Serena had to cover all of her shifts. This meant that I wouldn’t get to see her anytime soon and that sucked. I had been looking forward to girly time this weekend, especially some deep and meaningfuls about my relationship with J. Serena had a way of helping me see situations from a different angle, and I felt like I really needed her insights at the moment.

“What’s got you all sad, sweet thing?”

I looked up to see Nash settling onto the stool next to me. We were sitting at the club bar which was starting to fill up. Friday nights were usually busy here. I smiled at him and answered, “My best friend was supposed to be visiting for the weekend, but can’t come now.”

“Ah, I see. You wanna hang out with me instead?” he winked at me, “There’s cock in it for you if you want.”

I shoved him hard enough that he had to balance himself to stay on the stool, but we were both laughing while I did it. “Oh my god! You never stop, do you?” I said.

“What can I say... you inspire me,” he grinned.

“Tell me, Nash, why don’t you have a girlfriend? You’re a good looking guy and you’re fun, and I’ve seen the way the ladies are all over you.”

He shrugged, “I don’t need the hassle that would bring, sweetheart. Not when all I want is a bit of pussy, and like you said, that’s easy enough to get whenever I want it.”

“How old are you, Nash?”

“Thirty-five. Why?”

“Do you want kids? Maybe a wife one day?”

“Fuck, no!” he was emphatic.

I couldn’t hide my surprise. “Really?”