Escape With An Alpha Volume 1 - Storm MC

by Levine, Nina

  Escape With An Alpha Volume 1 - Storm MC

  Nina Levine

  Contents

  Introduction

  Dear Reader

  1. J & Madison

  2. J & Madison

  3. J & Madison

  4. J & Madison

  5. Blade & Layla

  6. Scott & Harlow

  7. Scott & Harlow

  8. Scott & Harlow

  9. Gunnar & Chelsea

  10. Tatum & Nitro

  11. Fury & Zara Christmas Scene

  12. Fury & Zara Text

  13. King & Lily

  14. King & Lily

  15. Kick & Evie Valentine’s Day

  16. Hyde & Monroe

  17. Wilder Excerpt

  Nina Chats With The Prisoners of Print

  Hurricane Hearts Bonus Chapters

  Heart & Soul

  Locked Up Hearts

  Storm MC Group Texts

  Escape with a Nina Levine alpha.

  Always bossy.

  Always protective.

  Always possessive.

  And their women give as good as they get.

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  Dear Reader,

  If you’re reading this book, it likely means you’re a Storm lover. THANK YOU <3 Seriously, when I first published Storm in November 2013, I never ever imagined the amazing journey I’ve taken in publishing three Storm MC series among other books. I am so thankful to you and all my readers for taking this journey with me.

  I’m about to publish the last Storm MC book next month, but I want you to know that doesn’t mean the end of Storm. The Storm men will feature in my next series, and just quietly, a new character called Priest has come to me… at the moment in my head, he’s an ex Storm biker who left King’s club a couple of years ago… so yeah, Storm is always taking over my mind lol. I’m pretty sure I’ll never stop writing these guys! And also, I’ll still be writing the Storm group texts every week this year, so there’s that! And who knows where we’ll go after that.

  I hope you love this collection of bonus scenes and short stories featuring the Storm MC.

  If you haven’t read any of my Storm MC books, don’t read this!! These are all to be read after reading the books. Actually, you could read Locked Up Hearts before reading Gunnar as it is the prequel to that book.

  Here’s a list of all the Storm books. I currently have three almost completed series ready for you to binge! I’ve marked which series are complete below.

  Storm MC Series - almost complete! 1 book still to come.

  1. Storm

  2. Fierce

  3. Blaze

  4. Revive

  5. Slay

  5.5 Sassy Christmas

  6. Illusive

  7. Command

  8. Havoc

  9. Gunnar

  10. Wilder

  11. Colt (Coming April 2021)

  Once you finish the original Storm MC series, check out the other MC series in the Storm world.

  Sydney Storm MC Series - COMPLETE

  1. Relent

  2. Nitro's Torment

  3. Devil's Vengeance

  4. Hyde's Absolution

  5. King's Wrath

  6. King's Reign

  7. King: The Epilogue Collection

  Storm MC Reloaded Series - COMPLETE

  1. Hurricane Hearts

  2. War of Hearts

  3. Christmas Hearts

  4. Battle Hearts

  Contains Adult Sexual Situations & Language

  1

  J & Madison

  J

  This scene takes place between Slay and Sassy Christmas.

  I killed the engine of my bike and waited for Madison to hop off before I joined her on the footpath. Watching as she smoothed her dress, I raked my gaze over her body. Fuck, my wife turned me on more today than when we met and more than the day we married. I’d never imagined it possible for a woman to get better looking as she aged but Madison did. Tonight, she wore a sexy little black dress that, as far as I was concerned, barely covered anything. It dipped at her cleavage to tease me with her breasts, it exposed her back, and only just covered the top of her ass in the way it hung. We were spending the night at Layla’s bar for some special event she was holding, but I was fairly sure Madison and I wouldn’t make it through the entire night. I was fairly fucking sure my dick wouldn’t last that long.

  “Are we going inside or are we going to stand out here all night while you fuck me with your eyes?” she asked, her lips twitching with a grin.

  I moved closer to her and pulled her to me. Running my hand over her ass, I growled, “We could blow tonight off. I could take you home and get my dick out.”

  She arched into me, her hands coming to my chest. “God J, you can’t get me worked up before we’re about to walk into a charity event I’m helping run, because all I want to do now is—”

  I cut her off. If I allowed her to continue that statement, I’d be putting her on the back of my bike and taking her home. “You think I’m the one getting you worked up here? I’m not the one wearing a dress that clings to my tits and ass, causing my husband’s dick to lose its shit.”

  As I took a step away from her, she grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back. Kissing me, she said, “I love you, Jason Reilly.” Her voice was all breathy and her eyes sparkled, and God fucking help me, it only made me want her more. Christ, I was going to be in pain all night.

  When she let me go, I said, “What the fuck did I do to deserve that, because whatever it was, I’m gonna do more of it.”

  Shaking her head and laughing at me, she said, “You were just you. Honest and dirty. Just the way I love you.”

  “I’ll make a mental note to keep that shit up,” I muttered as I put my arm around her shoulders and walked her inside.

  “J, you don’t even have to make a mental note to do that. Dirty is your middle name, and I’m sure that even if you end up with dementia you’ll still be slinging filthy words at me because it’s stamped in your DNA.”

  I chuckled. She had a point, but fuck, she brought it out in me.

  The humidity of the November night was left behind as we were ushered inside Layla’s air-conditioned bar by the security Blade had organised for the night. Jess met us inside with an offer of champagne but Madison turned her down, as did I. Tonight I needed something stronger. It’d been a long, hard week and I needed something that would take the edge off.

  “What do you think?” Madison asked as she surveyed the bar.

  “You girls did a great job,” I murmured into her ear so she could hear me over the noise of the crowd. She’d helped Layla organise tonight and it looked like it was going to be a successful event if the number of people in attendance was anything to go by.

  “I hope we raise a lot tonight.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed, but while I hoped that, I was under no illusion it would even come close to helping the people they were trying to help.

  She narrowed her eyes on me. “You don’t believe in this, do you?” she challenged me, and I groaned. Not because it wasn’t true, but rather, because I hated getting into this with her.

  “We just think differently,” I said, willing her not to go there with me tonight.

  Madison wasn’t one to walk away from a discussion though. “So you don’t think we should even try to help the homeless?” she asked, her eyes flashing more challenge at me. I loved my woman,
and I really loved it when she got passionate about something. I just didn’t like being the one on the receiving end of it.

  “That’s not what I’m saying. I love that your heart is big enough to want to help people you don’t even know, and I think it’s a good cause, but it’s such a widespread problem that stems from issues that run deeper than simply not having a roof over their head and food in their belly. Society needs to make some pretty big fucking changes to tackle this problem, so while I believe in what you’re doing, I don’t want to see you discouraged when your efforts hardly scratch the surface.” Jesus, I needed a drink even more now. I scrubbed my hand over my face as I waited for her response because if I knew my wife well, she would have something more to say.

  She stared at me, silent, with no response for once. And then a smile spread across her face and she stood on her tiptoes to brush a kiss over my lips. “I’ll say it again, I love you, Jason Reilly.”

  I raised my brows. “Fuck, that’s all you’ve got? You’re not going to tell me how many homeless people are on the street tonight or some other fact?” She’d been throwing facts at me for weeks now about the state of our homeless in Australia.

  Shaking her head, she said, “No, I love that you’ve thought about this and I love how you look out for me and worry for me. And while I agree with what you said, I’ll just say one more thing and then I promise we’re done with this conversation for tonight.” She paused for a moment and I silently cheered for the end of this discussion. “We’ve got to start somewhere. If we all keep ignoring problems, they only get worse. So, yeah, we might only begin to scratch the surface, but even if we only help one person, that’s enough for me.” Her eyes shimmered with emotion and her voice wobbled a little, and that hit me in the gut. I was a lucky man to be married to this woman.

  “Yeah, baby,” I said softly, “you’re right.”

  Our eyes locked and the moment became ours; even amongst the noise of the crowd and the beat of the music, this moment existed only for us.

  Fuck.

  Desire lit my body and I wished I could grab her hand and lead her back outside to take her home, but I couldn’t, so instead, I told my dick to settle the fuck down and I grabbed her hand and led her to where Layla stood.

  “Evening,” Layla greeted us with a smile. Looking up at me, she asked, “Can I steal Madison for a little bit to finalise some things for tonight?”

  I nodded. “You need to, because if you don’t steal her, I will, and she won’t be coming back.”

  Layla considered that, but only for a moment. Jerking her chin at the bar, she said, “Your drinks are on me tonight, J. Sounds like you might need a few.”

  “Yeah, I do,” I muttered before roughly kissing Madison. Giving her my full attention after Layla left us, I spoke low so that only she could hear me. “I don’t care how exhausted you are at the end of tonight, your pussy is mine. And you’ve got hours ahead of you while I show you all the ways I own it.”

  She leaned into me, gripping my shirt, her voice all breathy as she said, “I’m yours to do whatever you want with.”

  I nodded. “Good. Now go and take care of business so I can have a drink and try like fuck to think about something other than screwing you.”

  “I love the way you use your words, baby.” She moved her mouth to my ear. “It gets me so fucking wet.”

  Letting me go, she turned and headed in Layla’s direction, and I blew out a long breath while groaning at the bulge in my pants.

  “Jesus,” I muttered to myself as I watched her leave. If I could lock my wife away, to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, I fucking would. And while her mouth caused me no end of shit, I knew I wouldn’t have her any other way.

  “Madison not playing nice tonight?” Nash asked as he slapped me on the back.

  I turned to look at him and grimaced. “When did we start to think it was a good idea to give one woman the power to fuck with our minds and our dicks?”

  He chuckled. “You love that woman fucking with your mind and you certainly love her fucking with your dick.”

  “There are days that I question my sanity, brother.”

  “Yeah, I could see how Madison would do that to a man,” he mused, “but admit it, you would be fuckin’ lost without her.”

  Nodding, I agreed. “Yeah.”

  “You two thinking of kids yet?”

  “Fuck, I’m ready, but she keeps blowing me off.”

  His brows pulled together. “Why? She loves kids. I thought she’d be all over that shit.”

  I shrugged. “I haven’t nailed her down on it yet, but I will. I want a kid tomorrow and I’m gonna make it happen.”

  His expression grew thoughtful. “Good. We need some good in our lives with all the club shit going one.” He was right about that.

  “What about you, brother? You ever think about having kids again?” I knew this was a tough subject for him, but we all had to face our ghosts at some point.

  His shoulders tensed and his jaw clenched. “Kids aren’t in my future, J. I can’t go there again . . . not after Aaron.”

  “And Velvet’s good with that?”

  “We haven’t spoken about it, but she can’t have kids, so it’s not an issue.”

  “Looks like you two are a perfect match.” I eyed the bar. “I’ll catch you later. I need a drink.” Or two.

  He seemed relieved the conversation had changed course, and I didn’t blame him. He left me to it and I found an empty barstool and ordered a drink.

  I had a long night ahead of me.

  ***

  “Oh God, J, you’re driving me fucking crazy. Just fuck me already,” Madison moaned as I slid my dick through her wet cunt.

  We’d been home from her charity event for an hour and I’d worked her into a frenzy, but I wasn’t ready to give her what she craved just yet. I’d waited for her all fucking night; it was only fair she waited for me now. “Babe, I fucking love it when you beg me for my cock, but tonight we’re going at my pace, and I’m not ready to fuck you yet.” I moved my lips to her neck and licked and bit my way along her skin until my mouth was near her ear. “You wanna know what I am ready for?” I growled.

  “What?” she asked on another moan as she writhed under me, panting for what I had, for what I was denying her.

  “I’m ready to watch you get yourself off,” I said, knowing the effect this would have on her. My wife loved me watching her pleasure herself. And I fucking loved watching her.

  Her fingers dug into my back and her legs wrapped around me. I slid my arms under her and pulled her with me as I sat back on my knees. She clung to me and licked her lips as she smiled at me. A sexy-as-fuck smile. The kind of smile that shoots straight to a man’s dick and almost makes him forget his resolve to make shit last.

  “You want me to do this?” she asked, moving her hand between us and down to her pussy. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could damn well feel it. And just knowing what she was doing felt fucking good. But I needed to see it.

  “No, I want you on your feet in front of me,” I said as I twisted us to deposit her on the floor next to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and took hold of her ass with both hands. Separating her legs, I looked up at her and growled, “Show me how you like it.” I already knew how she liked it, but it never hurt for a man to be reminded.

  She slid a finger slowly through her pussy, to her clit where she began slowly circling the tight bud. God how I loved that fucking part of her. Loved what I could do to her there, and I had to concentrate on not reaching out and taking over.

  My eyes met hers for a moment and my gut tightened when I saw the lust there. It was as if she was on a high—the kind of high you never wanted to end. My breathing picked up and I shifted my gaze back to her pussy; to the show she was putting on for me. I had a feeling this was going to be over fast.

  Her finger kept circling, kept moving her closer to release, and then she added her other hand. I watched and waited. After all o
ur years together, I knew her next move as well as she did, and I fucking needed to see that finger get pushed inside her cunt.

  “Fuck,” she groaned as she finally, finally, pushed inside and began fucking herself. And then she surprised me. “J, please . . . I need you . . . ”

  Jesus fuck.

  Madison loved touching herself so for her to beg me to finish her off . . . that shit fucking turned me way the fuck on.

  I roughly gripped her ass and pulled her onto my lap. Her legs instantly wrapped around me, as did her arms, and our lips came together in a hard, demanding-as-hell kiss. Our tongues sought more than each other’s tongue; they sought the closeness we craved—a promise of each other, forever.

  This woman . . . this woman fucking owned me.

  Body and fucking soul.

  I’d sacrifice everything for her. Give up anything and everything to make her happy.

  To make her safe.

  To ensure she was mine forever.

  I ended our kiss and stood, holding her to me, and walked her to the wall. When I had her backed up against it, I said, “Turns out I can’t wait another fucking minute to get inside you.”

  Her fingers slid up my neck so she could grasp my hair. “I don’t know how you lasted this long,” she murmured.