Hurricane Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 1)

Shit.

No.

I yanked my phone out of his hold. “I’m going now, Mum, and no, Winter won’t be coming.” Hanging up on her, I challenged him, “What are you doing?”

“Like I said before, I’m showing you how wrong you are.” He paused briefly before adding with that goddam sexy smile of his, “And before you argue with me, there’s no way I’m not going.”

I stared at him as he made his declaration, and knew I was screwed. Not only had he kissed me, but now I had to spend an entire afternoon with him while my family loved on him. My brothers thought of him as their brother, and my mother adored him. And hours of being in his presence, with his sexiness overwhelming me, would be the worst kind of torture when there was no way I could allow myself to have even a night with him again. One night would lead to two nights and then three nights, and before we knew it, we’d be together again. And that would only lead to heartbreak when he discovered the real reason I broke up with him.

I pursed my lips in frustration. “Fine, go to lunch, but if you ever try to kiss me again, I will knee you in the balls so hard you’ll wish you never came near me.”

His smile remained firmly in place as he leaned close to me. “The fact you’re thinking about my balls tells me everything I need to know, Angel.”

4

WINTER

I leaned back against my chair at Jennifer’s table after lunch and extended my arm out across the top of Birdie’s chair. She wasn’t sitting in it. If she had been, she would no doubt have told me what to do with my arm. I would have moved my mouth to her ear and told her she should keep fighting me because it turned me on. And then she would have removed herself from the spot next to me.

I sucked back some beer. Yep, I knew Birdie Beaumont as well as I knew myself. Most of the time. There was still a good 25 percent of the time that she surprised me. It was one of the things I loved about her. Life had never been boring when we were together.

Birdie’s brother Carey grinned at me as I ran my gaze over his sister who stood in the kitchen talking to her mum and Sarah, her brother’s fiancé, about the Color Run she’d signed up for. Jerking his chin at her, he said, “She’s not going to make it easy on you, man.”

I nodded, keeping my eyes firmly glued to Birdie. I wasn’t wasting a second of my time with her. “Yeah, I’m counting on it.” The chase made it that much sweeter.

He chuckled. “Fuck, it’s good to have you back. It’s been quiet the last five years without you.”

That caught my attention enough to draw my gaze from Birdie. “How so?”

“Birdie’s hardly been around. We didn’t see her much after she moved to Melbourne when you guys broke up, and then while she spent three years travelling on and off. I can count on one hand the number of guys she’s brought home since you. And when I say on one hand, I mean two fingers.”

Carey and I were the same age and we’d been tight for the decade I was with Birdie, but after she left me, I’d joined Storm and spent all my time with the club. We’d kept in touch, but the phone calls slowed down over the years while we were both busy with life. It seemed, though, that he still had my back. He still knew how my mind worked and what information would be important to me.

“Either of them last long?”

He grinned. “Not even a month each. Hell, I reckon she’d booted them within a week. Birdie’s fussy, and let’s be honest, she’s still hung up on you.”

I knew all about her fussy ways. Some of that shit had almost driven me to drink. And yet, she was the only woman in the world for me.

“What are you boys talking about over there?” Jennifer called out, watching me with a smile.

“We were just discussing Birdie’s lack of men.” Carey always was the shit-stirrer of the family.

Birdie’s eyes bulged and she hit him with a filthy look. “What lack of men? I’ve had more than enough.”

As much as I tried, I couldn’t fight the grin that formed on my lips. Fuck, she was beautiful when she was fired up. And that perfect pink pout never failed to stir my desire for her.

Her other brother, Lucas, joined in the conversation from across the table. “I do recall that plumber you brought home once. Didn’t he spend half the night in the toilet trying to plunge his own shit after blocking it?”

Carey laughed, almost choking on his beer. “Fuck, he did! The smell from his shit could have painted this place brown. And what about that other dude? The one who worked in the funeral home? I swear I’ve never seen a paler face than his. He had to be wearing white make-up or something.”

Lucas nodded. “Yeah, and a whole heap of black shit on his eyes. Seriously, Birdie, how the fuck did you go from Winter to those guys? I bet they didn’t even own a dick between them.”

Birdie glowered at them. “God, you two can be assholes sometimes.” While her brothers laughed at her response, she busied herself tidying up the kitchen, placing salads in the fridge and clearing food scraps from the plates. “And for your information, they both had big dicks. Huge dicks that they knew what to do with.”

And the grin on my face died. I didn’t want to think about Birdie being fucked by someone else.

Jennifer helped her load food into the fridge. She didn’t seem so convinced by Birdie’s declaration. “Really? How big are we talking?”