War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)

He growls again and I feel it deep in my core as it vibrates through me.

Fury is a master with that tongue of his and he dedicates time to bringing me close to orgasm over and over, never allowing me to get there fully. When he kneels and pulls his T-shirt over his head, I sit and reach for his belt. Quickly undoing it, I work the button and zip of his jeans to slip my hand in and reach for his cock.

He hisses as I take hold.

His eyes close as I stroke him.

And my name falls from his lips right before he gives in to my desire to have him deep inside me.

Moving swiftly, he discards the rest of his clothes, pushes me down to the bed, and presses my legs back as he thrusts inside me.

Oh God.

Yes.

I curl my hand around his forearm. “I want your mouth on mine.”

He shakes his head. “I want to watch you come.”

The raw need in his voice coils pleasure through me.

I close my eyes as I grip the sheets again.

This isn’t going to take long.

Fury is too skilled at what he’s doing and I’ve waited too long for him.

“Zara,” he growls. “Look at me.”

Fuck.

His need tips me over the edge and I open my eyes as I come. My walls squeeze around him and he curses before gripping my legs harder and slamming into me faster.

I’m lost in the bliss.

Crashing over the edge with him.

Reaching for him.

“Fuck,” he roars, his body tensing as he orgasms.

It’s a sight I need a lot more of in my life and I’m overcome with emotion, an urgency forcing me to sit up and throw my arms around him.

“I know you have to go back, but I don’t want you to, and I know that’s not what you need to hear, and I never expect you to not go back, but I need you to know how fucking much I miss you when you’re not here.” The words rush out of me, wild and untamed. I will never come between Fury and his club, but fuck it’s hard to share him.

His arms go around me and he pulls me hard to him. “I know.” It breathes out of him, his emotions as ragged as his physical state.

He left here four weeks ago with numerous injuries and has come home with more. I shudder to think of the things he’s dealing with in Melbourne, but at least he doesn’t seem to be in as much pain as he was when he left.

After I clean myself up, he settles us on the bed, spooning me while trailing his fingers over my hip, and presses kisses to my neck and shoulder. We don’t talk for a long time while we simply enjoy being with each other.

Finally I roll and face him. Hooking my leg over his, I say, “How was Noah?”

Fury arrived home this morning and spent most of the day with his son. It’s Lynette’s birthday so she wanted Noah at her place tonight before Fury picks him up tomorrow morning. I know Fury would have rather had Noah for the entire time he’s home, but he didn’t deny Lynette her wish, especially since she’s gone out of her way for him.

He catches my lips in a kiss before answering my question. “Fuck, he’s grown so much in a month.”

I hate the regret and disappointment I hear in his voice. “I bet he didn’t want to let you go.”