Fierce (Storm MC 2)

Harlow broke eye contact first when a customer called her away. I stood watching her for another minute or so and then left to go in search of Nash.

I found him with Griff in the office. “How long you been here?” I asked Griff.

“About five minutes. Seems I’m a bit late to the party.”

I looked at Nash. “You catch him up?”

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Did you find out anything about Black Deed’s operations today, Nash?” Griff asked.

“Well it looks like their porn business is going down the drain but I’m still looking into it.”

“You keep on that tomorrow while Griff, Dad and I meet with Bullet. The sooner we get that info the better.”

The burning anger that I had in me towards Bullet was like a slow uncoiling snake, and God fucking help them when I was ready to strike.

Chapter 20

Harlow

I ripped the red Indigo dress off and stuffed it in my bag. My underwear followed shortly after and then I stepped in the shower. It was nearly three am and I was wide awake. I was at Scott’s house after he drove us home when my shift was over. He’d received a call that he had to take so I decided a shower was a good idea while I waited.

The anticipation of sex with Scott had kept me on edge all freaking night and as I soaped myself up I couldn’t help but feel turned on while I thought about him. It had been awhile for me and I could hardly wait. In fact, as I finished soaping myself I seriously contemplated marching out there and demanding he end his call.

I poured some shampoo into my palm and then lathered it in my hair. As I turned around to wash it out, I caught sight of Scott leaning against the bathroom door. He was watching me, lust clear in his eyes. I stopped what I was doing momentarily but then decided to just let him watch me while I finished what I was doing. I ti

lted my head back and reached both arms up to run my fingers through my hair while I rinsed the shampoo out. When I had it all out, I locked eyes with him again for a moment before reaching for the conditioner.

The air was charged with a sexual energy between us. When Scott lifted his t-shirt over his head and then started undoing his belt, I almost couldn’t handle the sensations flooding my body. I ran the conditioner through my hair, never breaking eye contact with him. Once he had his belt undone, he popped the button on his jeans and then undid his zip before taking his jeans off. He did all of this with a slow and steady movement that was driving me wild.

He kicked his jeans aside and I lowered my gaze to admire the perfection that was Scott Cole. I ran my eyes over his sinful six pack and his arm muscles that just begged me to touch them. His chest was covered with tattoos, as were his arms. I’d never really been into ink before but Scott’s ink got me wetter than I already was.

I moved to rinse the conditioner out of my hair but Scott stopped me. “Don’t. I’ll do it,” he said in that commanding voice that I was slowly growing to love.

I stopped what I was doing and watched him come towards me. When he stepped into the shower and his skin hit mine, I shuddered as jolts of electricity fired through me. He took charge and rinsed the conditioner out; his hands gentle rather than rough. Scott doing gentle just about killed me; God, I needed him right now.

After he rinsed my hair clean, he angled the shower head away from us. I wasn’t sure why he did this but I didn’t care. Turning to him, I reached my hand up to grab his hair and pull his face down to mine. A growl came from deep in his chest and his hand snaked around me and pulled me to him. His erection hit my stomach and my pussy tingled with excitement which only intensified when the hand he had on my ass reached between my legs and a finger hit my slit. He dipped his finger in and then out, and ran it from one end of my pussy to the other. I was so wet for him and moaned with pleasure. We watched each other while he did this, our lips centimeters apart but not touching yet.

“I love how wet you are for me, babe,” he murmured while he continued to tease me with his slow and deliberate hand movements.

I used my hand that was still gripping his hair to pull his face to mine and I gently bit his lip before laying my lips on his and slowly kissing him. This kiss threatened to swallow me; our lips and tongues melded together and the in and out movement of his tongue almost matched the in and out movement of his finger at my pussy. His hard cock jerked against my stomach and I reached my free hand down and slowly grasped it and began to move up and down his shaft. As I began to increase my speed and pressure, he groaned and kissed me harder and deeper until he abruptly pulled away and twisted me so that I was facing the wall. He grabbed my hands and placed them against the wall on either side of me and tilted me so that I was leaning against the wall with my ass slightly out. His hands both grasped my ass, one cheek in each hand. He massaged me and then slowly trailed his hands up my back until they reached my neck. Moving my hair to the side he leant forward and kissed my neck, sucking and gently biting as he went. One hand moved around to cup my breast and he pinched my nipple between his fingers.

I was so lost to him, my body alive from his touch, that I didn’t realise he’d knelt behind me until his tongue licked my ass and he nudged my legs apart with his hands.

“Wider, babe,” he directed me and I parted my legs wider for him. They were so far apart now that I had to rely on the wall to hold me up. Scott grunted his appreciation and ran both hands over my ass.

“Look down,babe,” he bossed me and it turned me on even more than I already was, if that was possible.

I did as he said and watched as he sat on the shower floor and positioned himself under me so that the back of his head was almost against the wall with his mouth in line with my pussy. Oh, dear Lord. He really was going to kill me. He ran his hands up my legs and then took my pussy in his mouth. His tongue dipped into me while his thumb massaged my clit. I watched for awhile before the pleasure became too much and I dropped my head against the wall as it overtook me. Between Scott sucking, licking, rubbing and gently biting me, I was close to one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. When it hit, my limbs almost gave way and Scott quickly moved from what he was doing to hold me up. I screamed in pleasure and let it take over; allowing him to take my weight and keep me from falling. Eventually, I crumbled into his lap, straddling him, and rested my head on his shoulder.

We sat like that for a couple of minutes before he nudged my head. “Babe, you okay?’ he asked in a husky voice.

I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes. “I’m more than okay.”

He grinned. “You ready for the next round? Because, I’ve gotta tell you, my dick is so ready to be in you.”

I didn’t respond; just kissed him. Madly, passionately and like my life depended on it. Lips, tongues and teeth were colliding in this kiss that set my nerve endings on fire. I pushed myself closer to him. The need to be as close to him as I could was so intense that it was all I could process at the moment. We were skin to skin and I felt like I was right where I was meant to be; Scott felt like my destiny in that moment. The way our bodies moved in unison felt like they’d been made for each other.