Hurricane Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 1)

Both had broken me in the process.

1

BIRDIE

3 months later

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I lifted my cocktail and smiled at my bestie. “Here’s to a long and happy marriage, and all the sex you can handle.” I lifted the glass a little higher. “And for the love of God, let that sex always be as good as it is now.”

Cleo’s mouth spread out into a huge grin as she nodded. “Hell fucking yes!”

We both took a long swig of our drinks and then Cleo broke out laughing. I had no idea why, but it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for her.

“Okay spill, dude. What’s so funny?”

She took another long drink, her laughter increasing. “I was just thinking about him fucking me this morning. We were going for it, and he almost had me there when he got a leg cramp. He lost his footing and knocked a heap of shit off the kitchen table and then it was one crazy thing after another. You had to be there, but fuck, I love him so hard. He makes every day fun.”

I smiled so big for her. Cleo had been through some assholes, so I was happy she’d finally found Mark. “I love that, babe. You guys are perfect together And I’m so glad your honeymoon was amazing.” She and her husband, Mark, had just returned from Fiji where they’d spent a week.

Her smile eased a little, a serious expression crossing her face. “You’re gonna find your forever guy, Birdie.”

Cleo and I had been BFFs since high school so she knew me and my life inside out. She’d cheered on every one of my successes and cried with me over every heartache. She knew I’d screwed up my forever love years ago, but she still chose to believe another one would come along. I wasn’t so sure.

Eyeing the rest of our friends who were out on the dance floor, I said, “You wanna go dance?”

She squeezed my hand. “I know what you’re doing and I get that you don’t want to think about your love life, and I’ll support that choice right now because we’re all about the fun tonight, but I will never ever give up on finding the right guy for you.” She threw me a grin. “Just so you know.”

“I love you, lady, but if you continue this matchmaking thing you’ve got going on, I’m gonna have to seriously reconsider our friendship.”

Her eyes widened in mock surprise, because Cleo knew I was so not on board with her mission. “What? You don’t like the guys I’ve been sending your way?”

I smiled as I shook my head. It was hard to get mad at her because she was the kindest and most thoughtful person I knew. I drank some more of my cocktail and said, “Well, that last dude you found on that dating website did have a hot ass. I’ll give him that.”

“How do you know that? Did you meet him and not tell me?”

“No, he bombarded my inbox with photos of it.”

She emptied her glass and hit me with a wicked grin. “Any dick pics?” Motioning with her hand, she added, “Show me.”

Laughing, I passed my phone over as I stood. “Knock yourself out.”

She looked up at me. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get supplies. We need more drinks.”

“Babe, I’m fucked. Like, if I drink too much more, I might not recover in time for work on Monday.”

She was right, we were both drunk enough already, but I wasn’t ready to stop yet. “One more! And then you can go home and do dirty things to Mark.”

“Ha! I bet he’s already passed out.”

The boys were out tonight too, and there was definitely a 99 percent chance Mark was snoring loudly already.

“You’re having one more drink with me, and then I won’t force any more on you. Be back soon.”

I pushed my way through the rowdy crowd and headed for the bar. A million thoughts filled my mind, so I wasn’t paying much attention to anything or anyone until a deep rumble sounded from beside me when I reached the bar.