Hurricane Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 1)

The third, I was all in.

“Oh my God!” she cried, her back arching and her fingers tangling in my hair. I welcomed the pain she inflicted when she pulled my hair harder than she ever had. It shot another round of need through my veins to my dick.

I had my woman back.

Fuck.

And she tasted better than I remembered.

I settled in, licking, sucking, tasting.

I was a hungry fucking man.

The world fell away as I focused on the one woman who could steal my attention like no other.

By the time she came, my beard was coated in her. Exactly the way it should be.

I knelt and put my forearm to my beard. Wiping her from it, I dragged my gaze over her curves. Arms flung wide, face resting to the side, eyes closed, the pleasure I’d given was written all over her. Seeing her like this was hot as hell. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I’d blow all over her, so I left the bed in search of a condom.

When I came back, sheathed, she smiled up at me. “You came prepared this time.”

I positioned myself over her. “Stop talking, Angel. Every word you say is wrapping itself around my dick like it’s your mouth. I’m so fucking hard for you right now.”

Her smile grew as she reached her hands up to my neck. “Good. Now you might finally fuck me.”

Her words were lazy and sexy, and I didn’t hesitate another second longer. I also didn’t take this slowly. I thrust into her with e

very ounce of longing five years without her had left me with. I was a starved man. We had hours ahead of us before I’d even begin to feel like I’d had my fill.

Birdie met me thrust for thrust. We were a wild hurricane of skin and limbs and greed and the kind of sex that is never forgotten.

I came just after her, barely holding on until she’d found her bliss. I came harder than I ever had. It’d take me a bit to come down from. This was more than a physical reunion for me, and by the way Birdie was looking up at me, I knew it was the same for her.

My gaze followed hers as it dropped to my chest. To the tattoo I’d put there for her.

Touching it, she said, “I love you so much, Winter.” Her eyes met mine again, glistening with tears. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

A part of me wanted to know what the hell had happened years ago to make her leave me, but a bigger part of me just wanted to put that shit behind us. Life was fucked up half the time and so were our minds. Whatever it was, I was just fucking happy that she’d moved past it and come back to me. I didn’t need details. I simply needed her love.

I bent my face and kissed her before shifting onto the bed. Resting on my side, I cupped her face and stole another kiss. “That’s in the past, Angel. Leave it there. We’ve got the rest of our lives to make up for those lost years.”

Her eyes flickered with an emotion I couldn’t get a read on. She seemed troubled by something. But she didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she curled up against me, arm over my chest, and nodded her agreement. Tracing her finger over the bird tattoo, she whispered, “We have forever.”

18

BIRDIE

“So what’s the next step for you guys?” Cleo asked over the phone the morning after I slept with Winter. He’d left the hotel room five minutes ago in search of good coffee and I’d promptly called my bestie, desperately in need of her counselling. Sleeping with Winter hadn’t been my plan when I’d come on this trip with him, and while it felt like exactly the right thing to have done, on the inside, I was losing my shit. Because I still haven’t told him why I broke up with him all those years ago.

“I don’t know!” I rummaged through my make-up, looking for the pink lipstick I loved the most. It didn’t help that I’d brought five pinks with me, amongst a million other make-up necessities. When Winter had told me to pack light, I did. With my clothes. But not with my beauty products; I needed options with that stuff. “Oh God, where the fuck is it?” I muttered, my efforts growing more frantic as I failed to locate it.

“Birdie,” Cleo said, “Breathe. It’s going to be all right. You guys are going to figure this out.” She didn’t even need to know what I was doing to know I was panicking; Cleo had years of my meltdowns under her belt.

I stared at my phone sitting on the vanity and channelled her calmness. Cleo had a way of handling stress I could only dream of. Sometimes just being around her or talking to her could help ease mine, but not this morning. Today, I was floundering, and I probably had less than ten minutes before Winter would return and I’d have to be in control of my emotions. And just thinking about that stressed me out more.

“Okay,” I finally said, exhaling, not actually feeling less wound up, but faking confidence, “You’re right. We’re going to work this out. I don’t know what the next step is for us, but I’m sure it will have something to do with Winter bossing me around. He’ll probably try to tell me we’re moving back into together.”

“Is that what you’re thinking, too?”