Hurricane Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 1)

“Before we met, he told me you’d never fucking fail me, and you haven’t, brother.” He paused for a moment. “Get some sleep tonight; I need you at the clubhouse by five in the morning.”

He ended the call and I stared out at the inky night. Ryland was giving Storm the kind of hell that caused King little sleep. That he hadn’t ordered me home from Brisbane while I’d been taking care of Dad’s house, even though he’d desperately needed all hands on deck, increased my respect for him. But then, my respect had always been high for him ever since his brother had shared stories of their family while we’d passed time in Afghanistan. Axe and King had been through some shit, but King had always come through for their family. King knew that Axe had shared shit with me; he also knew none of that information would see the light of day. The last five years of me handling club business for him and keeping my mouth shut at times I could have benefitted from opening it had proved that to him.

The sound of the front screen opening had me turning to find Jennifer and Birdie coming through the door.

“Thank you for dinner,” Jennifer said. “And for putting up with me for the last five hours. The good news is that I have plans with my girlfriends tomorrow night, so you’ll have Birdie all to yourself.”

Birdie moved in close and I spread my arm across her shoulders, savouring the feel of her hand when she pressed it to my stomach. ?

?Our door’s always open, Jennifer,” I said, meaning every word. As far as I was concerned, Birdie’s family could move the fuck in if they needed to.

Her eyes crinkled and her lips pulled up in a smile. “Thank you.” She kissed Birdie goodbye and made her way to her car.

Birdie rubbed her hand over my stomach while moving her other hand down to my ass. “I love you so damn much, Winter Morrison. I’m not convinced any other man would sit through five hours of my mum.”

Jennifer slipped inside her car, kicked over the engine, and waved goodbye as she reversed out of the driveway.

As soon as her car disappeared into the night, I lifted Birdie over my shoulder and carried her inside. Her laughter hit me fair in the gut; Birdie’s happiness was my mission in life.

I kicked the front door closed behind us and continued on to our bedroom where I threw her on the bed. Moving on top of her, I reached a hand under her dress. Eyes to hers, I said, “Five fucking hours is a long time, Angel. You got any idea how hard I am for you right now?”

Her hands came to my chest as her brows arched. “And who told my mother our door is always open for her? Can we just keep that in mind?”

I slid my fingers under her panties and found her clit before dropping my lips to her throat. She arched her back as I worked her pussy and kissed my way up to her mouth. “Our door is always open. Doesn’t stop me from getting hard.” Pulling my head back so I could look at her properly, I said, “What I’m saying here is I’m looking for you to work your magic with those lips.”

She smiled that sexy smile of hers before biting her lip and digging her fingers into my waist. “Oh God…. Yes,” she moaned as I pushed two fingers inside her. Her legs opened wide as she rocked herself against my hand and arched her back some more.

Birdie was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. And watching her lose herself with me was something I’d never stop loving or wanting to do.

I found her sweet spot, growling dirty shit in her ear while chasing her first orgasm of the night. We were just getting warmed up here.

Her hands moved to grip my biceps, squeezing them hard as she came. “Fuck,” she said, breathless, “That was fast.”

I caught her lips in a kiss before saying, “Your man is skilled.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. “And full of himself.”

I grinned down at her before moving off the bed. Standing at the end of it, I unzipped my jeans. “Now I need those lips, baby.”

She pushed up onto her elbows and trailed her eyes lazily down my body before meeting my gaze. “I think I’d prefer a show.”

I took hold of my dick. “What kind of show?”

“The kind where you get yourself off before coming on my tits.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, working my dick. “Get your ass up here and talk dirty to me some more.”

“How about you get yours down here?”

I moved before she’d barely gotten the words out of her mouth. Settling myself between her legs, I pinned her hands to the bed above her head and growled, “How about you do as I say?”

“You would hate it if I was the kind of woman who did that.”

“Not when I’m trying to get my dick sucked, I wouldn’t.”

She bit her lip, smiling at me. Hooking a leg over mine, she ground herself against me. “I’m all about sucking dick, but sometimes a girl just needs that dick inside her. That’s what I’m feeling tonight. You think you can make that happen?”

“Jesus,” I rasped and thrust inside her. “I’m a man of many talents, but saying no to you is not one of them.”