by Levine, Nina
Her eyes travelled every inch of my body before coming back to meet my gaze. “God, Kick, how much do you work out these days?”
I pulled her to me, fucking loving the feel of our skin together again. “It’s called working my frustrations out. I haven’t had you to work out with for too fuckin’ long so I had to find another outlet.”
She raised her brows. “You can’t tell me you haven’t been working out with someone else.”
“Every now and then, but babe, none of them come close to you.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
She tried to blow me off but I corrected her. “No, Evie. You know I don’t say shit for the sake of saying it.”
Her body stilled in my arms and I knew I’d gotten through. Her hand came to my face and she caressed my cheek. “I know,” she whispered.
My cock throbbed for her, it fucking ached to get inside her, so I hurried this along. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast to start with and then long and slow. You good with that?”
A sexy smile spread across her face. “So long as I get your tongue on my pussy later, I’m good with anything.”
Christ, I loved her dirty mouth. Had missed that mouth. “I see your mouth is still as filthy as it’s always been,” I said as I let her go and pushed her back onto the bed.
“Kick, you taught me everything I know, so of course my mouth is filthy as fuck.”
“Fuck, Evie,” I growled as I positioned myself over her. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth with my cock later and show you just what filthy is.”
She reached for my dick and began stroking it. “I don’t want you to use a condom. Are you clean?”
“Yeah. You?”
She nodded and then caught my lips in a kiss while she continued to pump my cock. I knew I was dangerously close to coming and that I should slow this down, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She made me feel so damn good and I hadn’t felt good in a long fucking time.
Her touch was magic.
Her words were healing.
And I knew her love was everything I needed in this shitty world.
I pulled out of our kiss and grunted, “Babe, either you need to stop what you’re doing or I need to get inside you because I’m just about to blow if you keep it up.”
She let me go but said, “You did say this was gonna be hard and fast and I’m good with that.”
“I don’t want it to be that fast. I don’t think you realise what you do to me. These days I just need to look at you and I’m almost coming in my pants.”
“Baby, you sure know how to sweet-talk a girl,” she whispered in my ear.
I groaned. Even the feel of her warm breath on me almost did me in. Fuck, I was so far gone it wasn’t fucking funny.
It was time to take control.
I grabbed both her wrists and positioned them above her head. Holding them there with one hand, I held her gaze and said, “Don’t move your hands.”
“Why?”
“Because if you touch me, I’m gonna come all over you instead of inside of you.”
“That wouldn’t be so bad,” she teased.
“Christ, woman, don’t fucking tempt me.”
“Okay, I’ll just lie here and let you do whatever you want.”
“Thank fuck,” I muttered and let her hands go, half expecting her to move them, but she didn’t.
Now that I had her whole body to devour, I began with her neck and then trailed my tongue down to her breasts. Evie had the best tits I’d ever had the pleasure of touching. Even after all her weight loss, they were a good handful, and I wasn’t in the minority in my devotion to them. I’d had the displeasure of watching men ogle them for too many years now. As I sucked and licked them, she arched her back and moaned. I paused for a moment to look up at her face and almost lost control when I saw the bliss written across her face. Her eyes were shut, and her teeth were biting her lip. My woman was sexy as fuck.
Her eyes fluttered open and she found my gaze. Smiling lazily at me, she murmured, “You should keep going, baby. I want you to lick all the way down to my pussy and then I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”
I leant on my elbows, my face resting in between her tits. “That right?”
“Yeah. You think you can manage that?”
I moved quick and a second later, I’d straddled her and had dipped my face to hers. My dick sat at her entrance and I teased her with it, pushing slightly into her and then pulling out. “I can manage any-fuckin’-thing, darlin’. The question is, can you?”
She licked her lips and asked, “Like what, Kick?”
I pushed my dick inside again. Not all the way, just enough to get her going, and then I pulled back out. “Like that,” I growled in her ear, “can you manage that?”
She smiled that fucking sexy smile that made my dick even harder than it already was if that was even fucking possible. “I don’t think you want to push me, Kick, cause we both know I can take a lot more than you can. I’d only have to reach down, take your cock in my hand and give you a few tugs and you’d be coming before you could say fuck.”
Fuck.
I was done.
Between her sexy body, her wet pussy, and her filthy mouth, my senses were in overdrive to the point where I could hardly function.
I thrust inside her, all the fucking way, and then pulled back out and slammed back in again. Stilling with my dick still deep in her, I rasped, “Feel good, baby?”
Her arms reached around me, and she dug her nails into my back. And then she squeezed her cunt around my dick and said, “Feels real good. Keep going.”
Fuck me.
I’d missed this woman.
I pulled out and thrust back in.
Over and over.
She clung to me, her nails clawing my back, and her mouth chanting filthy words that turned me way the fuck on.
And as my orgasm built, I knew she was it for me. In that moment, I knew I never wanted to fuck another woman in my life. All I needed to be happy was Evie’s beautiful pussy wrapped around my cock, and her heart to belong only to me.
“Fuck, Kick, I’m gonna come!” she screamed, and I thrust harder and faster.
“Wait for me, baby,” I grunted as I chased it.
She held on tight and together we came. I pumped my cum into her as her pussy pulsed around my dick and took everything I had to give.
I nestled my face into her neck and rested there while we both recovered from our orgasms. Eventually, I lifted my head and kissed her before saying, “Fuck, that was good.”
“Yeah, it was,” she agreed. Then she smacked my ass and said, “I’m gonna go clean up and then you can start that all over again.”
I grinned and moved off her. “You do that. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”
“We do,” she agreed, and then left me to go to the bathroom.
I shifted onto my back and placed my arm behind my neck while I waited for her.
Shit, how the hell did I get so lucky?
To have Evie back in my life made me the happiest fucker on the planet.
I wasn’t going to fuck this up again.
And it was clear to me now what my next move was.
And where my loyalty now lay.
* * *
The next morning, I sat on the edge of Evie’s bed and did my boots up, getting ready to tackle the shit I had to take care of during the day.
She rolled over and the bed shifted as she sat up. I turned to look at her and found disappointment in her eyes. “What?” I asked, confused.
“Are you leaving now?”
“Yeah.”
She sat up straighter and moved the sheet to cover herself which only confused me more. I moved my hand to the sheet to pull it back down. “Don’t,” she murmured, holding the sheet tight.
I shifted so I was facing her with one leg up on the bed. “What’s going on? Why the fuck are you covering yourself up after last night?”
“What is this, Kick?”
Now I was really fucking confused. “What do you mean? I thought we knew what this is.”
She motioned toward me with her hand and said, “Why are you dressed and leaving so early? It’s like you’re running out on me.”
I flicked my hand out to catch hers. “This,” I pointed to myself with my other hand, “is me fighting for you, Evie. Fighting for us. This is me bringing you into my world.”
She sucked in a breath but didn’t say anything, just waited for me to go on.
I struggled with where to begin. “I’ve done a lot of shit in my life I’m not proud of.” I let go of her hand but she reached for it and grabbed hold of me. My gaze dropped to our hands and then shifted back to her. The fierce look of love on her face gave me what I needed to continue. “I’ve hurt people, for fuck’s sake.” She needed to know this, but it fucking sucked to have to lay it all out, because I knew she’d probably want to walk away from me once she knew it all.
“Okay.” She said nothing else, just sat quietly waiting for me. Like that wasn’t enough for her to make up her mind.
“How can you love a man who does that?” I demanded, needing more of a reaction from her. I couldn’t gauge her thoughts from a simple ‘okay’.
She shifted closer to me on the bed when she should have been shifting further away. “Kick, you forget I’ve known you for almost your whole life.” She placed her hand on my chest. Over my heart. “I know you here. I know the good you carry in you, and I know you feel like you have no good left in you, but I see it. I see you. So when you tell me you’ve hurt people, I know you would have had your reasons. I don’t judge you.” Her gaze never left mine as she gave me those words and I saw no judgement there, only acceptance.
I stared at her, stunned into silence for a moment. “Storm is involved in a lot of shit and I’m buried deep in that shit, baby. I’m not gonna spell it out for you, but it’s not fuckin’ legal shit. Can you handle that?”
She blinked a few times, giving away her hesitation, and I waited for the blow to come. “I’m not an idiot. I’ve always figured the club was into that kind of stuff.”
“And you don’t care?”
“I wouldn’t say that. I’ll admit it concerns me, but I put it out of my mind.”
I scrubbed my face. “Shit, Evie, if we’re together and I bring you into this world, there are gonna be things you won’t be able to put out of your mind.”
“Like what?”
“Like the shit that’s about to go down with your father.”
She sucked in a breath. “What’s about to go down with my father?”
“He owes all that money to a fuckin’ dangerous man who wouldn’t hesitate to kill for an unpaid debt. I’m gonna blackmail the guy into letting your dad out of his debt. And that shit will probably blow back onto the club, and fuck knows where that will end up.”
Worry took over her face, and I hated that I’d put it there, but she wanted the truth. And then she gave me something - my first glimpse of hope that we might have a future together. “So Storm is into shit and some of it I won’t be able to put out of my mind, but I know that you’re the kind of man who protects what is his. And if I’m yours, I know deep in my soul that you’ll do anything to make sure I’m safe. That’s how I know I’ll be able to handle this shit.”
Her words took my breath away.
She accepted this.
Me.
She accepts me.
I roughly pulled her to me and wrapped her in my arms. “Fuck, you amaze me,” I murmured as I held her close, never wanting to let her go.
When I did eventually release her, she smiled and said, “Together, Kick. We’ll get through anything if we just stick together. We always have.”
I stood. It was time to go and save her father.
Bending, I kissed the top of her head and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
I ignored the look of surprise on her face at my words.
Yeah, I never used to celebrate Valentine’s Day.
I could change, though.
I could change for Evie.
* * *
“Mr Gambarro isn’t taking visitors today.”
Was she shitting me? I eyed the woman who was blocking my access. Uptight, middle-aged bitch who probably just needed a good fuck. “I don’t give a flying fuck if he’s not taking visitors. You tell him I’m here to settle a debt, and that he’s gonna want to see me.” I paused and then added, “Tell him it’s about Michael.”
She scowled. “I’m not interrupting him. You’ll need to make an appointment like everyone else.”
I slammed my hand down on her desk, causing her to jump in her seat. “Go and fucking tell him I want to see him and that it’s about Michael!” I roared.
She glared at me and continued to argue. “I don’t know who Michael is - ”
Rage blinded me and I struggled with my kneejerk reaction to inflict pain in order to get what I wanted. Instead, I placed both hands on her desk and bent my face close to hers. “Bitch, I’m about two seconds away from doing some major damage here. Go and tell your boss he’s got a fuckin’ visitor.”
Her eyes widened, and then she stood and walked into Gambarro’s office. A minute later, they both came out, and Jonathon Gambarro glared at me. I eyed him and took in one of the most feared men in Sydney. He’d had his hand in dirty shit for over twenty years, and at only forty-one I figured he had many more years of it left in him.
“Who the fuck are you?” he barked.
“I’m here to settle Peter Bishop’s debt.”
He scowled. “Why isn’t Peter here to take care of that?”
I walked towards him and threw out the one weapon I had in my arsenal. “I’ve actually come to talk more about Michael than about Peter.”
The asshole knew exactly who I was talking about by the look that flitted across his face.
I’d brought fear to Jonathon Gambarro. A feat not many managed to do. And I hoped like hell it would be enough to save Peter.
He motioned for me to enter his office.
Time to negotiate.
Shutting the door behind him, a more subdued Gambarro took a seat at this desk while I stood on the other side. “What about Michael?” he asked as his gaze swept over me with distaste.
“What do you think, asshole?”
“I’m not sure what to think unless you lay it all out for me.” His voice remained calm but the sweat beading on his forehead gave him away.
I slowly placed my hands on the edge of his desk and bent slightly towards him. “It seems you’ve got a thing for young boys, Jonathon, and I happen to know one of them didn’t make it out of your home alive. That information remains with me, and me only, as long as you wipe Peter’s debt and forget you ever met him. And before your brain starts to tick over and contemplate ways to take me or Peter out for this, you need to know I’ve made arrangements for this information to be passed onto the cops if either of us end up dead.”
He weighed my words, and I watched the hatred form in his eyes. “How the fuck do you know about this?” he sneered.
“Knowing shit that no one else knows is my specialty.”
“That shit is likely to get you killed one day. You do realise that, don’t you?”
“I’m not concerned about that. I’ve lasted seventeen years in this shithole city with the knowledge I have. I don’t think anything’s about to change just because I’ve got something on you.”
His brows shot up. “Well, then you’ve got no fucking idea how I work.”
I bent lower to look him right in the eyes. “No, motherfucker, you’ve got no idea how I fuckin’ work. You don’t want to take me on because I’ve got reach in this city that you can only fuckin’ dream of.”
“I don’t even fucking know who you are, so excuse me if I don’t buy a word of what you’re saying.”
Time to pull out the big guns. I started rattling off names he would know. “Justin Sutherland, Billy Jones, Max James, Eric Bones, C
alvin Ryan, Stu Davy… you know any of those names? And I promise you that’s just the tip of the iceberg. You wanna fuck with me, you’ll be fucking with them, too.” I intentionally left out King’s name just like I’d intentionally not worn my cut this morning.
He sat back in his chair and I knew I had him.
Silence filled the room as we glared at each other, and while he contemplated his next move.
I should have felt anxiety, worry, concern … anything.
I felt nothing.
Years of doing this shit for King had numbed me.
My job was to get the shit on people, throw that shit at them and sit back and watch them crap their pants. It was to bend them to our way of thinking, and I was the fuckin’ best at it. It was why King kept me so close. He knew I had good contacts, and he knew the cold heart beating in my chest meant nothing was off the table when it came to getting what we wanted.
If Gambarro didn’t come to the party now, I had other options to force him. But it seemed the first option I’d gone with would be enough.
He pushed his chair back and stood. When he spoke, his voice was low. Cold and calm. “Consider the debt wiped.”
I nodded once but didn’t say anything. He had more to get off his chest and I knew it.
“Also consider this a warning. I don’t like the way you conduct business and I intend on showing you just how much it displeases me. And I don’t care how long it takes me to do that, be it months or years, I will see it through. Now get the fuck out of my office,” he said in a low, menacing voice.
With my goal achieved and nothing else left to say, I turned and walked out of his office. I knew he’d make good on his threat so my next stop was the clubhouse. It wouldn’t take Gambarro long to figure out I was Storm, so I had to let King know what had just gone down.
While I figured Hyde would be pissed, I suspected King would rally the boys. The crazy motherfucker lived for shit like this.
* * *
It took me nearly an hour in traffic to get to the clubhouse and, in that time, word had travelled. Gambarro was on the warpath. He hadn’t worked out my connection to Storm yet but Hyde had already heard about what had gone down.