Hurricane Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 1)

I grasped his arms as my orgasm detonated through me. Before I knew what was happening, he’d lifted me over his shoulder and had me out of the lift and onto the bed in our room.

Hands to his belt buckle, eyes consumed with need, he looked down at me and rasped, “Tell me you’re mine.”

This was the moment we’d been working our way to. This was the moment of no return. This was the moment we’d either move forward from or end everything in. I knew this as sure as I knew anything.

I left the bed and stood in front of him. Unable to give him anything but the truth, I said, “I’m yours, Winter. Always.”

He didn’t respond instantly. Instead, his eyes searched mine in silence, his emotions as transparent as they’d ever been. Love and hope and passion and so much more swirled in the depths of his brown eyes.

I wasn’t sure exactly what I expected, but from the intensity that had been blaring from him, it wasn’t the gentle way he took hold of my face and kissed me. Sex with Winter had always ranged from urgent and demanding to downright filthy. It had never been gentle in any way, so this surprised me. But it also made me feel like a queen being loved on by her king. And I was all about that. I’d take gentle Winter any day of the week.

He took his time with this kiss. It felt like a beginning. He explored me slowly, like he was getting reacquainted with me.

His tongue slid over mine.

His hands lifted my dress over my head.

His erection pressed against me.

When he finally ended the kiss, he ran his finger over my lips and repeated what I’d said. “Always. I won’t let you go again, Angel.”

I placed a hand to his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I meant every word I said.

I couldn’t walk away from this man again, and would fight for him if it ever came to that.

I’d always thought getting pregnant had been my biggest mistake in life. I’d been wrong. Thinking I could live without Winter had been my biggest mistake.

17

WINTER

She’d finally given herself to me again. And when I told her I wouldn’t ever let her go again, I hoped she understood that I wasn’t just saying words. I was speaking from the depths of my soul. Birdie could piss me off, make decisions I hated, fight with me, or fuck shit up, and I would not walk away from her. And I’d raise hell if she tried to leave me again. She was my soul mate. I would take my last breath knowing she was mine.

Kissing her after she’d told me she was mine felt different than kissing her before. Before, I’d been demanding she open herself back up to me. Now, I was letting her know I was completely hers. That I would love and honour her. That I would safeguard her heart. And I was finding us again. With every touch, every taste, every moment, I was reconnecting our bodies and our minds.

After she told me she wasn’t going anywhere, my restraint finally snapped. Raw need consumed me and I was unable to slow myself down.

Undoing my jeans, I stripped, all the while watching Birdie watch me. Her eyes didn’t leave my body, checking out every inch of my skin. Fuck, it wouldn’t matter if I had the eyes of a million women on me for the rest of my life; if I didn’t have Birdie’s eyes, I wouldn’t have anything.

Once I was naked, I lifted her onto the bed. There were many ways I wanted to fuck her, but tonight, for our first time back together, I needed her under me. I didn’t give a fuck if it was caveman or controlling or any of that shit; I was giving in to the side of me that wanted to take everything from the woman I loved. By the time I was finished, I would be branded all over and inside Birdie. Fuck, anyone who came near her from here on out would smell me on her if I had anything to do with it.

Pushing her legs apart, I settled myself right where I should have been for the last five years. “Fuck,” I groaned as my dick slid through her wetness. I wanted to draw this out, but with every passing second, my self-control was slipping, and knowing how wet she already was only pushed me closer to breaking point.

She wrapped her legs around me and took hold of my face, bringing it close to hers. “I’m so ready for you that we don’t even need foreplay.”

“Baby, we’ve had five fucking years of foreplay, but that doesn’t mean I’m not taking a taste of you before I fuck you.”

Her fingers dug into my cheeks as she gripped me harder. When her lips met mine, I growled into her mouth and devoured the fuck out of her while grinding my cock against her clit.

It was another long kiss, quickly becoming a frenzy of hot lust, moving us closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Birdie’s hands moved from my face to the back of my neck where she clung to me until she couldn’t take it any longer. Letting me go, she pleaded, “I need you inside me.”

Keeping my eyes glued to hers, I moved down her body to the place I’d spent too many hours thinking about while I couldn’t have her. I loved Birdie, everything about her, but fuck me, I could never get enough of her cunt.

The first stroke of my tongue was dedicated to her clit.

The second, to her sweet opening.