Christmas Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2.50)

Dear. God.

I grip the sheets and arch my back as he gives me what I need.

His mouth.

His tongue.

His love.

And just as I’m losing myself in the pleasure, Travis screams out for me.

King responds instantly, letting me go and moving off the bed. Looking down at me with regret, he says, “I’ll go.”

I lift myself up onto my elbows. “We’re not having sex tonight, are we?”

He throws clothes on and says, “No,” before bending to kiss me again. “Go to sleep.”

I watch him until I can’t see him anymore and wonder if we’ll get our time together before he has to return to Melbourne. At the rate we’re going, I’m beginning to seriously doubt it.

4

Zara

* * *

“Daddy! Wake up! We’ve got presents!”

I crack an eye open and find Noah crawling over his father, shaking him to wake him from the deep sleep he’s in.

Since Fury arrived home from Melbourne four days ago, he’s slept better than he ever has. His insomnia is nowhere to be seen. Not that I expect that to be a forever thing, but I love all the sleep h

e’s getting this week.

“Noah,” I say. “Come here, little man. You can show me where all the presents are.”

As I sit and swing my legs over the bed to head out into the lounge room with Noah, Fury’s arm hooks around my waist. “You’re not going anywhere, princess.”

Noah had crawled off his father, but at the sound of his voice, his little eyes light up and he exclaims, “Daddy! Presents!”

I laugh as Fury drags me close. Rolling to face him, I trace the curve of his smile with my gaze. Seeing pure happiness on his face makes me happier than ever. We’ve been together for five months, and each day I feel more blessed than the day before to have him in my life.

Looking at his son, Fury says, “Where are these presents?”

“Under the tree!” Noah loves everything about Christmas and that makes me love it even more. His glee is infectious.

“Okay,” Fury says, “you go and figure out which one you want to open first. Zara and I will be out in a minute.”

He does as his father says, and once we’re alone, Fury rolls to face me. Placing his leg over mine, he takes hold of my face. “I had plans for you this morning, but I fucked that up by sleeping in.” Dropping a kiss to my lips, he then says, “Happy birthday, beautiful.”

I grasp his arm. “Tell me more about these plans.”

“Fuck no. I’ve gotta go open presents with my son; the last thing I need right now is the hard-on that would give me.”

Grinning, I say, “At least promise me a raincheck.”

His lips brush mine again. “Baby, there’ll be a raincheck and then some tonight.”

I wish it was already tonight. I mean, I’m looking forward to celebrating Christmas with my family and the club today, but what I’d love even more is spending the entire day alone with my man.