Sydney Storm MC Complete Series

by Levine, Nina

  I sat on the couch and took in the sight of my woman standing before me offering to go to battle with me. And with the family I’d chosen for myself—my club. It was the most beautiful fucking sight I’d ever seen. Tatum was love and loyalty and family all rolled into one.

  Standing, I went to her. “It fucking terrifies me, Vegas,” I murmured as I curled my hand around her neck.

  She placed her hand on mine around her neck. “What terrifies you?”

  “Losing you.”

  “You’re not going to lose me.”

  She had no idea of what was to come. She’d only witnessed the war we’d had with Silver Hell. The one we had planned for Gambarro would likely guarantee more death and destruction. It was the gamble we took when we joined Storm. We agreed to lay down our lives for our brothers if needed. And I would if I had to.

  The thing I struggled with was inviting death into my home, into my blood family.

  “Storm is about to go to war with Angelo Gambarro.”

  Her eyes widened, but only for a moment. She tried to hide her emotions, but I saw them. And she was right to be scared. But still, my woman stayed strong for me. “When?”

  “In two days. We’ve been planning it for months. It’s a huge operation and one that could put your life at risk.”

  She took a moment and then she said, “Right, so you tell me what I have to do, and I’ll do it. Whatever you need. Even if that’s just being there for you at night to massage your tired muscles and love you enough to get you through the next day, I’m your girl. But if you need me to do more, you tell me that too.”

  Fuck me, she was something else. I pulled her to me and kissed her as if it was our last kiss ever. We needed to take what we could from each other in case the unthinkable happened. When I ended the kiss, I said, “I love you, Tatum. You’re the woman I never thought existed. And you’re the woman I’m going to marry one day even if it takes me all my life to get that proposal right.”

  She ran her hand gently down my face. “I love you more. And I’m pretty sure if you’d tacked a ‘will you marry me?’ onto the end of that, I would have said yes. Screw romance. All I need is your arms around me, and your heart beating next to mine and I’m a happy girl.”

  “Will you marry me?” My breathing slowed while I waited for her answer. One word and she’d make me the happiest man alive.

  She smiled up at me and ran her hand down from my face to my chest. Placing it over my heart, she said, “This is mine and always will be.” Standing on her toes, she kissed me and then she whispered the only word I wanted to hear. “Yes.”

  It didn’t matter what life threw at me any more. With Tatum by my side, and my family in a happy place, I had everything I ever needed. She was wrong about romance, though. I was determined as fuck to crack that sucker and make her the happiest woman on earth.

  Epilogue - Tatum

  “If I Could Fly” by One Direction

  I poured myself a rum and Coke and downed half of it straight away. Placing the glass on the kitchen counter, I took a deep breath.

  I can do this.

  I want to do this.

  I trust him.

  The front door opened and closed, and then Nitro’s boots thudded on the wood floor as he made his way to the kitchen where I waited for him.

  He’d been at the clubhouse all day where I presumed they discussed their plan for the next day. I took in his body as he watched me. He was so tense. I didn’t blame him. The club had a lot to deal with.

  His eyes dropped to the bottle of rum on the counter.

  “You want me to make you a drink?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Thanks. I’m just gonna take a shower.”

  When I was alone again, I thought about everything we’d discussed the night before. I’d meant every word I said about being there for him however he needed. It was what you did for family. I’d been doing it for those I loved all my life, but this, with Nitro, felt different. He was the man I’d waited all my life to find, and I would lay my life down for him if he needed me to. I’d go to hell and back for him.

  I took our drinks into the living room and curled up on the couch with my feet tucked under me. Sipping my rum slowly, I waited for Nitro to return.

  “You good?”

  I turned to find him standing next to the couch, freshly showered and dressed only in a pair of grey sweatpants. Water dripped from his messy, just-washed hair. His beard, which I loved, needed a trim, but as far as I was concerned, it was still hot as hell.

  I nodded and patted the couch next to me. “Yeah. Come, sit.”

  When he sat next to me, he ran his finger down my face and said, “You seem off, Vegas. What’s happening in this pretty mind?”

  Before I could answer, something behind me caught his attention. And then he noticed everything I’d done to the house. “Fuck,” he murmured. “Did a rainbow explode in here?”

  I wiggled so I could move closer to him. Crawling into his lap, I said, “Do you like it? Or do we need to get rid of some of it?”

  His hands gripped my waist as he continued to look around the room. When he’d finished, he said, “I like it.”

  I’d spent the day decorating the house. Nitro had added some furniture when I’d been in hospital, but we still needed more. And we needed some colour in the place. I’d brought rugs, candles, pillows, artwork and a few other decorations. I’d also printed some photos of our families and us and hung them on the walls.

  I smiled and the tension that had worked its way into my shoulders eased. Reaching up, I detangled his hair with my fingers. “I worked something out about us today.”

  His arms moved around my body and he hugged me. “Yeah? What’s that?”

  After I’d finished combing his hair, I threaded my fingers into the back of it and left them there. “Well, I got to thinking about the fact that neither of us has had a home for a long time. We’ve had houses, but a house isn’t a home. I mean, you didn’t even have much furniture, let alone anything else. And when I asked you once about it, you told me you gave all your furniture to Marilyn when she moved out.”

  He smiled and it reached his eyes. I loved that I made him feel that. “You’ve got a good memory.”

  “I do. I’m a lawyer. Remember? You can’t get anything by me, champ.”

  His chuckle rippled through my soul and it felt so damn good. “Duly noted.”

  “A home is love, Nitro, and I think you must have felt alone after Marilyn and Renee left. Is that why you didn’t replace your furniture? Were you waiting for them to come back?” I held my breath a little while I waited for his answer. I wondered if he’d dig deep for me or brush it off.

  “No,” he said, and I thought that might be all I’d get out of him, but he surprised me when he kept going. “I wasn’t waiting for them to come back. I didn’t want that for them. I wanted Marilyn to stand on her own two feet. But I had no reason to fill my place with shit once they left.”

  My heart broke for him and what he’d been through in his life. I could only hope that my love would help bandage his soul back together and bring him the happiness he deserved.

  “You have a reason now.”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  I traced patterns on the skin at the nape of his neck. “Everyone needs a home, and you’re mine. It’s not this house. It’s not a building. It’s wherever you are. That’s my home.”

  His arms tightened around me and our bodies pressed together. “I fucking love you, woman. Especially when you get all deep on me. I’m so damn hard for you right now. And for the record, my home is wherever you are. With or without furniture. I don’t give a shit if we sleep on the dirt, so long as I’ve got you with me.”

  “For the record, there will be no sleeping on dirt. Well, you could sleep on the dirt and I will just lie on top of you, but this body ain’t touching dirt.”

  He pushed up off the couch, taking me with him, and walked me into the bedroom. It seemed to be one of his favourite thi
ngs to do—always carrying me to the bedroom. Not that I complained. Depositing me on the floor, he reached for my T-shirt. “Now that we’ve got that sorted, can I please fuck my woman?”

  I let him remove my shirt and then I placed my hand on his arm to stop him. Stepping close, I said, “So long as you use your knife on me.”

  His breathing slowed, right along with his movements. His eyes met mine, searching. “You sure about that, Vegas? I didn’t think you were into the knife.”

  My heart beat faster in my chest and I took a breath. “I realised something else about you today.” At his questioning look, I continued. “The knife is all about trust, right?”

  He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

  “And you’re not going to cut me, are you?”

  “Not unless you want me to.”

  I bit my lip. “Well, I think it could be hot for you to cut my clothes off.”

  A growl came from deep in his chest. “Fuck,” he swore, his face a mask of desire.

  “I trust you, Nitro.”

  He moved to his bedside table and removed his knife. A moment later, he stood in front of me. “Don’t move. I need you to not make any sudden movements. If you need to, let me know first.”

  I nodded, more turned on than I’d been, maybe ever.

  He placed the tip of the knife against the skin between my breasts. The cold metal and the fear I felt sent a shiver through me. I wasn’t scared of Nitro. I trusted him completely. But there was still an erotic element of fear to all of this.

  I wore skimpy denim shorts, and he flicked the button open and pulled the zip down. While he held the knife to my chest, he slid his other hand into my panties. He ran the blade down my body at the same time that he ran his fingers through my pussy.

  I was so damn wet for him that he easily pushed two fingers inside me. He fingered me for a few moments, his eyes never leaving mine. “You want me to keep this up or do you want my tongue now?”

  “I want all of the above.”

  He kissed me while his fingers reached deeper inside. Ending the kiss, he dragged my bottom lip between his teeth before saying, “So fucking greedy.”

  A second later, my shorts were thrown across the room. He traced over my panties with his knife, transfixed by what he was doing. Every single nerve ending of mine blazed with lust. I was way past ready for him to slice them off.

  Turning me so my back faced him, he then ran the knife over my ass. When he was done, he pulled the knife away and hooked an arm around me across my chest, holding me against him. His erection ground into me and his teeth sunk into my neck. He bit me and I moaned.

  “I want you to lie on the bed,” he said against my ear.

  I crawled onto the bed, making sure to treat him to an eyeful of my ass along the way. I’d barely positioned myself on my back when he straddled me. The knife drew my attention as he glided the tip of it over my stomach. I couldn’t help it, I sucked my tummy in. It was a combination of nerves and excitement. I wanted him to use the knife on me, but it scared me all at the same time.

  His eyes met mine. “I can put the knife away, Tatum.” The care I heard caused my heart to flutter. How Nitro had changed from when I met him. But even back then, if I’d known him better I would have realised that, in his own way, he’d been caring for me from that very first moment.

  “No, I want this. I want us to have this.”

  He took his time thinking about that and then he brought the knife to my bra. Taking hold of the fabric with his left hand, he sliced through the centre. “We’ll start slow. I’ll work you up to more as we go.”

  My core clenched at what more might be. As I watched him cut the straps of my bra, I suddenly had visions of rough, angry sex with that knife. Oh God, Nitro’s fury combined with his knife would be hot. I needed that in my life.

  His mouth dropped to my breasts and after spending some time with each one, he kissed his way slowly down to my pussy. I loved it when he did that because I was blessed with the vision of his strong shoulders, his muscular arms and his powerful back. Him concentrating on giving me pleasure. There would never be a better sight in the world than my man focused completely on me.

  He slowly sliced my panties into pieces, his attention dividing between watching what he was doing and watching my face. It was as if in between each cut he checked to make sure I was still okay. But that was Nitro all over—always making sure I was good.

  When he had me completely naked, he ran his blade over me one last time, starting at my throat and going down to my thighs. He then placed the knife on the bedside table and moved over me, caging me in with his arms either side of my body on the mattress.

  I smiled up at him as I placed my hands against his chest. “Thank you,” I whispered.

  A frown flickered across his face. “What for?”

  “For going so slow. I know it takes a lot for you to slow this down. I promise I’ll be up for fast and rough soon.”

  “Fuck, Vegas, I’ll take sex with you any way I can get it. You don’t understand, do you?”

  “Understand what?”

  His eyes searched my face. “That as much as I can’t get enough of your pussy, that’s not the reason I’m here in this bed with you.” He kissed me then. His tongue demanded I open up to him and kiss him with everything I had. It was the longest kiss we’d ever shared, and I was breathless by the time he ended it. “I’m here with you now, and every other time, because of what’s in here,” he said, placing his hand over my heart. “And if what’s in here needs me to be slow or rough or whatever, that’s what I’ll be. Because you give me everything I need, and I’ll always give that back to you.”

  I hadn’t thought I could love him more. Turned out I was wrong. I loved Nitro in ways I’d never imagined. My soul breathed when I was with him and I smiled like I hadn’t before. He was my love. He was my home.

  Devil’s Vengeance

  Devil’s Vengeance

  (Sydney Storm MC #3)

  I know she's forbidden.

  I've been warned.

  But I'm in too deep.

  Hailee Archer was mine the minute I met her and there's no way in hell I'm giving her up.

  Our club is at war, though, and her brother is our greatest ally.

  He's made it clear he doesn't want me anywhere near her.

  He's threatened to walk away from our club if he doesn't get what he wants.

  What he doesn't know about me is that I'm a stubborn bastard.

  I will fucking fight to the bitter end for my family.

  He wants to threaten me?

  He can go right the fuck ahead.

  He doesn't stand a chance.

  To Jodie & Becky.

  I couldn’t have done this one without either of you.

  Devil

  The only good thing about the January heat in Sydney was the female skin on display. Skimpy shorts, bikini tops, and tight tanks clung to bodies made for sin. It was a fucking smorgasbord of tits and ass all summer long. And I was staring at the best set of tits I’d ever had the good fucking fortune of laying eyes on. But fuck if I’d make a move on them—the blonde they belonged to looked like the craziest bitch I’d seen in a long time. She stood in the middle of a fucking animal cruelty protest, waving her “Stop Animal Cruelty” placard around while spewing hatred towards whoever she thought was abusing the animals she loved.

  Although I was in a hurry to get to the clubhouse, I slowed to dedicate a few minutes to her curves. Didn’t matter that I had no interest in her or her crazy protesting ways; it never hurt to admire beauty in whatever form it came. However, as my gaze skimmed over her body, another woman stepped in between us, blocking my view.

  Jesus, is the universe trying to cause trouble between King and me today? I should be almost at the clubhouse by now, not standing on a footpath with my dick begging to be let loose.

  If I thought the blonde had a set I wanted to get my hands on, this dark-haired beauty kicked that desire up a couple of notches
. The minute she opened her mouth and spoke, the knowledge that King would cut my balls off if I were late that morning fled my brain.

  I stood transfixed while the crowd surged on the road in front of me listening to her speak. Her voice drew them in as easily as it did me. The only difference being that I had no fucking clue what she said. All I knew was that I needed that voice to whisper dirty shit in my ear as I took her body in every way possible. She had the sexiest damn sound I’d ever heard.

  Her loose black T-shirt slid off her shoulder as she waved her arm around while she spoke. I only had a side-on view that didn’t give me the best opportunity to appreciate her completely. But it allowed me to admire her tattooed waist when her shirt lifted as she moved that arm around. My gaze drifted lower so I could take in her long tattooed legs and a sweet ass she barely covered with tiny ripped denim shorts.

  Fuck, if only every Monday morning began with an animal protest in one of King’s Cross’s streets, led by this dark-haired beauty.

  The buzz of my phone ringing distracted me. Without taking my eyes off her, I held it to my ear. “Yeah?”

  King’s voice snapped into the phone. “Where are you?”

  “I’m on my way. I’ve just left home.” I still had an hour before the time he’d set. At the rate I was going, though, I’d be lucky to make it.

  “Make a detour on the way, brother. I need some shit from the supermarket, and I need you to drop it off at my place before you come here.”

  Fuck.

  No way in hell would I have time to do all of that before the meeting. I’d give it a good fucking shot, though. “Text me what you need.”