War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)

t want me dating any of his guys. I’ve been trying to push the thought away since Fury showed up last night, but it’s something we’re going to have to face. “What are we going to do about King?”

“He’s already on the warpath over us,” he says, surprising me.

“Why? We haven’t done anything.”

“He saw us coming out of that hallway yesterday and put it together.”

“Shit.”

He runs his hand over my hair. “This isn’t going to go down well. He’s never come at me like he did yesterday.”

“I’ll talk to him and make him understand.”

“Fuck no. This has to come from me.”

I roll onto my stomach and look up at him. “We should do it together.”

“Princess, when this shit goes down, it’s not gonna be pretty. I want you as far from it as possible.”

Dread snakes through me at what he says. He’s absolutely right; King won’t take this well. “Don’t tell him yet,” I say, wanting to delay the repercussions.

“We can’t put it off forever, Zara. And shit will go down a lot fucking worse if he hears about this from someone else or figures out it’s gone further.”

“I know, but I just want some time with you before it all goes to shit,” I say softly.

“Fuck, you’ll be the end of me,” he rumbles, pulling me back to snuggle against him.

We turn silent for a little while until I say, “What are your plans for today?”

“I don’t have any.”

I move into a kneeling position, excited. “You should take me for a ride.”

It’s not often Fury smiles, but he does at this suggestion. “Where?”

“Anywhere. I just want to be with you today. On the back of your bike.”

He jerks his chin towards the door. “Get your ass up and showered. I’ll make you some tea and eggs while you’re in there.”

“Your contempt for my preferred breakfast is duly noted.”

“We’ve got a lot of shit to work through,” he says dryly, “and I’m adding the insanity you’re experiencing over meat and coffee to the list.”

It hits me out of the blue.

I’m falling in love with this man.

And then it hits me that I’ve smashed one of my greatest fears completely apart: my fear that I was made for guys like Tommy. I’m not made for guys like him. I’m made for a man like the one right in front of me.

I put my fingers to my mouth and press a kiss to them that I then press to his lips. “Thank you.” It’s two little words, said soft as fuck, but I’m feeling them loudly, and I’m feeling them as if they’re a whole novel of love and gratitude and joy. My heart is bursting, and while I’m messed up over a lot of things, I’m not messed up over Fury. I want him in my life, in all his bossy, protective, caring, and assholey ways.

He feels it too, and before my brain can process what he’s doing, he sits and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. His hands come to my face and he cups my cheeks in the most gentle, tender way. “I wasn’t looking for you, Zara, but I’ve sure as fuck found you. And I’m not letting you go.”

I wrap my arms around him, my lips brushing his cheek as I bring my mouth to his ear. “I really want to kiss you right now, but I don’t want to do anything that might ruin this moment. Just know that on the inside, my lips are on yours.”

“Fuck,” he groans, hands going to my waist so he can lift me off him. “I’m taking the shower first.”

My laughter follows him as he stalks out of my bedroom.