Nina Levine - Storm

This book is dedicated to my daughter.

You’ve watched me try many things in life, and what I want you to take from that, is that it doesn’t matter whether you follow the one steady path in life or if you veer off and try numerous paths – so long as you keep believing in yourself and follow your OWN path.

“Not all those who wander are lost.”

~ J. R. R. Tolkien

Baby girl, you will never know how thankful I am to you for giving me the space and time to write this book.  You are one amazing kid, and yeah, it’s a damn shame that you aren’t older and able to beta read for me because the instant feedback would have been awesome ;)

To my amazing family (and this includes those not related by blood because I think we’ve already established that you are indeed family) – you all believed in me before I believed in me.  And for that, there are absolutely no words to express my deepest thanks.

To my parents – have I ever told you how much I love you?  Your support and encouragement in everything I’ve ever done has been unwavering.  It has meant the world to me.  Thank you.  I love you both so very much.  Dad, all the marketing talks we’ve had over the years paid off.  Even when you thought I might not have been taking it in, I was.  It was being filed for later use.  And that time has finally come.  You gave me a scare this year, but it pushed me into action.  Mum, I know you’ve read 50 Shades but still... try to forget that your daughter wrote this book while you are reading it ;)

To my DBFFF – you fucking rock!  God, where does one start to even say thank you for everything you do and have ever done for me?  YOU showed me what unconditional love looks like.  We’ve been friends for over 20 years, and there were definitely times there where I thought you would walk away from our friendship; that I’d pushed you just that bit too far.  You showed me that that isn’t how it works.  The one thing I would wish for every woman and girl is that they have a best friend like you; one that is in their corner no matter what.  I seriously don’t know what women do if they don’t have a best friend.  Oh, and babe...you can’t fucking write a book in a day.  Seriously dude, what were you thinking?  SMH. NFP.

To my brother – I’ve loved the last couple of years, chatting with you nearly every morning while we worked out how to solve the world’s problems.  You’re another believer in me, and I thank you so much for that.  In particular, your support over the past few months has meant so much to me.  You let me chat books, and plots, and HEA’s, and marketing, and every fucking thing else with you – you must be sick of hearing about the self publishing industry by now!

To SL – One of us is overdressed and it ain’t me...  I mean, really, who cares whether you’re wearing panties, knickers or undies??  Just get them the hell off!!  YOU, my friend, are a little bit of awesome sauce.  I’m gonna put you in a book (in my head I am hearing Keith Urban sing ‘put you in a song’ while I type that).

NN – the day you walked into our shop was a good day my beautiful friend.  Never saw you coming, but you just snuck up on me and now I am so thankful to call you my friend.  Thanks for your belief and support.

To my KICKASS street team, Levine’s Ladies – you girls make my day every damn day!!!  I love you all.  And I couldn’t have done this without any of you.  Thank you all so very much for being a part of this – you will never know just what you all mean to me. xxx

To the AMAZING bloggers and authors who have supported me.  You are all rockstars!  Thank you for everything you do.  There are so many, but I do want to just shout out to Jani Kay, Carmen Jenner, Hook Me Up Book Blog, Island Lovelies Book Club, Sassy Mum Book Blog, Sizzling Pages Romance Reviews, The Danish Bookaholic, Louisa’s Reviews, Sticky Reads, Give Me Books, Book Addict Mumma, Totally Booked & Natasha Is A Book Junkie.  I also want to say a huge thank you to the amazing Aussie authors who have welcomed me into their group, given me advice and shared my book on their pages.  What a great little indie community we have in Australia.

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Fuck.

How had my life come to this?

Sitting on the gravel with my knickers on the ground next to me and blood spilling from the gash on my arm, I looked up at J.  Tears were streaming down my face and my hair was stuck to it in places.  I had dirt all over me and my dress was ripped.  The only things still in place were my heels.

J was pacing back and forth, on his phone.  Probably calling Scott, I thought.  Yes, Scott would know how to fix this clusterfuck of a situation.  Normally, J would have something like this under control, but this time he was just too close to it to be objective.

I prayed Scott would come through for us.

My eyes slid to Rob’s lifeless body, sprawled in front of me.

You motherfucker.  Why did you have to do what you did?

I don’t know how long I sat there like that, staring vacantly at him, but movement to my left caught my attention and I turned to see what it was.

Scott was walking towards me, a fierce look on his face.  When he reached me, he knelt down and gently touched my arm.  “Madison, it’s time to go,” he said quietly.

I stared into his eyes, not sure what I would find there, but all I saw was tenderness.  Unusual.  Scott didn’t do tenderness.  Not very often.

J knelt on the other side of me.  “Come on, baby,” he said as he tried to help me up.

Pain shot through my body as I stood.  I winced but didn’t let it slow me.  J wrapped his arms around me and helped me to Scott’s Charger.  I looked back at Rob, my eyes taking in his bloody body and then scanning the area to note my knickers on the ground; a reminder of the attack that had occurred.

J settled me in the back of Scott’s car and wrapped a towel around my arm where the blood was.  His blue eyes met mine.  They showed concern.  “Will you be alright here while Scott and I deal with the body?” he asked.

I nodded and he left me; left me to deal with a body like it was just another thing to do in his day.  Well, I guess it sometimes was.  All part and parcel of being a member of the Storm MC. My dad’s club.  The club I had grown up around.

Fuck.

I asked myself again.  How had my life come to this?

Madison

“Jesus, darlin’, you know how to suck, don’t you?” the guy whose cock was currently in my mouth said.  His hand was on my head, trying to direct me but I didn’t need it.  Like he said, I had talents.  I kept on sucking while my hands reached under to massage his balls and he groaned with pleasure.

We were in his bedroom, him leaning against a wall with me on my knees.  Two hours ago we’d never met and less than two hours from now would be the last he’d ever see of me.  This was perhaps a shame because he was one hot guy; built with muscles that screamed to be touched, ink that begged to be traced and a face that any woman would kill to kiss.  But I didn’t do relationships, not anymore.

I stopped sucking his cock and moved my mouth to lay kisses up his stomach as I slowly stood, licking and nipping as I went.  He was naked and I really just wanted to devour his body, he was that gorgeous.  I made it all the way up to his mouth and was now standing, eye to eye, and I took in his grin and his dancing eyes.

He wrapped his arms around me, gripping my ass, and said, “Darlin’, I’ve gotta get these clothes off you and sink my dick into that wet pussy of yours.”

I trailed a finger across his lips and nodded.  “Yeah, you do.”

Not needing any further encouragement, he lifted my top over my head and discarded it.  He repeated these motions with my bra, jeans and knickers until I was naked too.  His eyes slowly roamed my body, taking it all in until they settled on my face and he grinned at me again.  “Fuck, how many hours do you dedicate to this body to get it lookin’ this good?”

Reaching out to hook my finger under his chin so that I could pull his mouth to mine, I replied, “I like to fuck my way to this body, baby, so I’d say not enough hours.  I’d definitely like to spend more time on it.”

Our mouths met and an explosion of sensations shot through me as our tongues and lips tangled.  He was still leaning up against the wall and had pulled me right into him so that his erection was pressing against my pussy, his hands on my ass.  I ground myself against him so that his cock was touching my clit.  Needing more friction there, I reached down and started rubbing myself with his cock.  I grabbed his balls with my other hand, rolling them back and forth.

“Talented with your hands as well, I see,” he murmured in between kisses.

I bit his lip softly, and then a little harder.  “I’m a woman of many talents.”

He trailed his tongue down my neck and chest until he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it, one hand moving to cup my breast as he did this.  I threw my head back and enjoyed the pleasure this gave me; I really was a tit girl and couldn’t get enough of this.

“You like that, darlin’?” he asked, although it wasn’t a question that needed answering.  It was obvious that I liked this.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and applied a little pressure to keep his head and mouth in place, on my breast.  He was now dividing his attention between both my breasts and can I just say, this was heaven, him sucking on me while I was rubbing his cock against my clit.

Eventually he stopped what he was doing and moved his mouth to my ear, nibbling on it and then he breathed out, “I’m gonna fuck you now.  That okay with you?”

“That’s more than okay with me,” I purred.  I mean, seriously, what kind of question was that?

He turned us so that I was now the one against the wall and reached his hand down to my pussy.  I moaned loudly when he pushed two fingers inside me and massaged my walls.  “Don’t get me wrong, that feels good, but I need your cock, baby,” I muttered.

He smirked and withdrew his fingers.  “Hang on, gotta get a condom,” he said and left me for a minute while he located one.  I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the foil packet and saw him put the condom on.  Time was ticking and I was more than ready for an orgasm.

Coming back to me, he bent so that his face was in my pussy and I almost screamed out when he licked along my wet folds and let his tongue dip into me.  Swirling his tongue inside me, he gripped my ass and massaged in between my cheeks.

My mind was duelling with itself; on one hand it wanted him to continue to tongue fuck me but on the other hand it really wanted his cock.  In the end the desire for cock won and I reached down and pulled his mouth away from my pussy.  He knew what I wanted and stood up, lifting me as he went.  I wrapped my legs around him and my pussy clenched in anticipation.  Yeah, she knew she was about to strike gold.

His cock hit my entrance and he thrust in, hard and fast.  Just how I liked it.  My arms were around him and I gripped on to him as he thrust in and out, in and out.  The pleasure inside me built as we continued our climb.  Silence surrounded us except for the grunts and groans as we fought for our release.  His cock was filling me, the friction divine, and when his finger hit my clit to massage it, I felt myself go over the edge.  I screamed as I came and he grunted in approval.  A moment later his body shuddered as he came and then we just clung to each other as waves of pleasure flowed through us.

He lifted his head to look at me, “You done, darlin’?”

I nodded and smiled, “Yeah.”

He let me down and I headed for his bathroom to clean myself up, grabbing my clothes on the way.  Neither of us said a word, but really, what was there to say?  We’d both gotten what we came here for.

I locked myself in his bathroom and splashed water on my face, enjoying the cold, cleansing sensation.  Turning the tap off, I looked in the mirror.  My face had that just fucked flush and my long brunette hair was a tangled mess.  The lipstick I had applied before hitting the club was long gone and my makeup was slightly smudged from the sweat.  But the thing that stood out the most to me was the dullness I saw in my eyes; the indifference I felt towards life.