Sydney Storm MC Complete Series

by Levine, Nina

  He grinned. “Weren’t you meant to give me something in order to get that out of me?”

  I returned his grin. It was infectious. “I’ve held up my end of the bargain. You wanted a drink with me, and I gave you that, so spit it out, bossman.”

  “King gave me my nickname. He said I could lead someone into temptation just as easily as I could cause destruction.”

  “The devil,” I murmured.

  He brushed a kiss across my lips. “Yeah.” He let me go and placed his hands on my thighs. He then slid one hand under my dress, down to the inside of my thigh and along my leg towards my pussy. Meeting my gaze, he said, “I want you in a dress every day.”

  His demand caused an ache between my legs, and I spread them to allow him access.

  He shook his head. “Not here. Jean might come in.”

  I lifted a brow. “And here I thought you loved sex in public.” Not that I wanted my gran to walk in on us. In the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten that was a possibility, but I liked to play with him as often as I could.

  “Darlin’, there’s a difference between fucking you in public and fucking you in front of your grandmother. I do have some standards.”

  My lips curled up into a smile as I slipped my arms around his neck. “In that case, we should move this to the bedroom.”

  He scooped me up and carried me into his bedroom, laying me out across his bed. He grabbed hold of my legs and pulled me towards him so that my ass was on the edge of the bed with my legs resting over his shoulders while he knelt in front of me. After he pushed my dress up, he slid my panties off and dropped them on the floor after pressing them to his face and inhaling my scent.

  Bending his face to my pussy, he said, “I could live off your smell. It gets me so fucking hard.” Taking hold of my ass, he licked along my pussy before sucking on my clit.

  I threaded my fingers in his hair and scrunched a handful of it as I cried out, “Yes!” My back arched up off the bed, and I closed my eyes when his tongue slid inside me.

  He groaned as he tasted me, pushing his tongue deeper inside while his mouth sucked me. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed me, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he stopped and growled, “Fuck, Hailee, I want to live between your legs.”

  I lifted my head and reached down so I could hook my hand around his neck. I pulled him to me, and he slowly made his way up my body, tasting my skin everywhere as he moved.

  I was greedy for him, and as soon as he was close enough, I dragged his mouth to mine and kissed him. He grabbed one of my boobs and squeezed it hard enough that I cried out in pain. It was the kind of pain that felt good, though, and I begged him for more.

  “You like that?” he demanded while squeezing my other breast.

  I nodded, desperate for more. “Oh, God, don’t stop,” I pleaded.

  Suddenly, he stopped everything and moved off me. Reaching for his button on his jeans, he undid it and yanked his zip down as fast as he could. His eyes never left mine while he did this. Moving back on top of me, he rasped, “Wrap your legs around me, darlin’, and hold on tight. This is gonna be rough and dirty.”

  I did as he said while he sucked one of my tits into his mouth. I hardly had my legs secured around him before he slammed his cock as far into me as he could.

  “Fuck,” he roared, pulling out. Pushing back in, he forced himself deeper the second time, groaning as he did.

  “Keep going,” I urged when he stopped, resting inside me.

  He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and nipped it with his teeth before looking up at me. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

  Running my fingers through his hair, I said, “I want you to let loose. Forget everything in the moment and be an animal. I want it to hurt a little, but the kind of hurt that feels so fucking good.”

  “Fuck, woman.” He drew my other nipple into his mouth and bit it harder, eliciting a cry of pain from me. Meeting my gaze again, he said, “You want it to hurt like that?”

  I nodded. Oh, God, how I wanted it to hurt like that.

  He moved fast then, rearing back so he could flip me onto my stomach. Scooping his hands around my hips, he pulled my ass up so I was bent at the waist with my head down, elbows on the bed holding me up. He gripped my hips tightly and positioned himself behind me, then pushed his cock inside.

  Fuck.

  I loved it when he took me from behind. And he knew it. He especially knew how much I loved him pulling my hair. But this time, he didn’t stop to reach for my hair. He did exactly what I’d asked him to do, and fucked me like a savage while holding my hips, his fingers digging in hard.

  After we were finished, I collapsed on the bed. Unable to move and fighting to catch my breath, I was spent. Devil crashed next to me, his body curling around mine, his arms holding me close. We fell asleep like that, and while I was emotionally wrecked by the events of the last two days, I felt protected by him.

  I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

  Devil

  “From what I can work out, and from what Bronze has reported back to me, we got every last one of those motherfuckers last week,” King said during Church the week after we destroyed the Silver Hell clubhouse and everyone in it.

  “So that means we’re down at least one enemy,” Hyde continued. “Next on the list is Marx. After that, when the feds are done with him, we take down Gambarro.” He glanced around the packed room. “People need to be reminded that Storm isn’t to be fucked with.”

  Cheers erupted at that, but King kept the meeting moving. “Ghost has also been dealt with, so he won’t be an issue going forward. And”—he eyed me—“I’ve sorted Bronze out, too. He’s committed to the club again.”

  Once he’d caught everyone up, he discussed other club business that needed taking care of. Twenty minutes later, everyone filed out except for Hyde, Nitro, and me.

  Looking at King, I asked, “How the fuck did you get Bronze back on side?”

  “I pointed out that he could walk away from the club all he liked, but it wouldn’t sort his problem out with you dating his sister.”

  I was still confused. “How?”

  “He’s got no dirt on you, Devil, no evidence of anything you’ve done. So even if he tries to bring the club down, you’re still free to be with his sister.”

  “Jesus, he must have been pissed off about that.”

  “Yeah, he wasn’t too happy, but it’s sorted out now.”

  “How’s Kick?” Nitro asked. “You heard any more from him about Evie?”

  “Yeah, the doctors are keeping her in hospital. Possibly for the rest of her pregnancy depending on her blood pressure. Kick seems to think they might deliver the baby early. But he said she’s doing well besides that. He’s coming back tomorrow.”

  “Thank fuck,” Hyde murmured, as if it was important to him that Kick was returning.

  King picked up on it, too. “What’s going on, Hyde?”

  Hyde took a moment to reply. He seemed reluctant to answer the question. “I’m going to need some time off.”

  “Why?”

  “I’ve got some family stuff I need to take care of.”

  King rubbed the back of his neck. He appeared frustrated. “What family stuff? I’ve always been under the impression you didn’t have any family, Hyde. You’ve been all over the fucking—”

  “It’s my wife.”

  We all stood in shocked silence. I was certain none of us had seen that coming.

  “You’ve got a wife?” King asked. “I’ve known you for fourteen years, and you’ve never once mentioned a wife.”

  “Yeah, a wife. A daughter, too.”

  “Fuck, Hyde. Why haven’t you ever told us about them?”

  Hyde seemed uncomfortable discussing this, but he forced himself to continue. “I haven’t seen them for fourteen years.” His voice dropped when he added, “But they need me now, and I need to do this. I know the timing is shitty, but—”

 
King cut him off. “No, you should go. Family is important. When will you be back?”

  “I don’t know. It depends on whether they accept my help.”

  “Okay, now I’m really fucking confused,” King said. “Why wouldn’t they?”

  Hyde took a deep breath, and when he answered King, I heard emotions in his voice I’d never heard from him before, mostly regret and anguish. “They think I’m dead.”

  Epilogue

  Devil

  3 months later

  “Kylie! Adam! Uncle Dom is here,” Sonya yelled out as I stepped through the front door of her house, before I’d even had time to say hello to her.

  I chuckled. “Are they giving you hell today?”

  She made a hand movement to signal she was pulling her hair out. “Like you wouldn’t believe. Thank God you two are here now.”

  Hailee followed me in, laughing, too. Moving to Sonya, she embraced her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re looking good, babe,” Hailee said.

  “I’ll be looking a whole lot better after you and I get to the hairdresser next week, that’s for sure. Is Leona coming with us? And how did your day go?”

  “No, she’s got an appointment with her doctor. She’s finally pregnant! And my first day on the job was perfect.” Hailee’s investor had come through for her, and that day had been the grand opening of her massage charity.

  The past three months had been tough on Hailee as she dealt with the fallout of the fire. She and Jean had moved in with me—temporarily at first, but then permanently when I pushed the point—but sorting out her work had been much harder. I’d felt the change in her today. The tension she’d been holding in her body had finally eased, and she seemed at peace with life again.

  “That’s fantastic news,” Sonya said.

  Hailee opened the fridge and found room for the caramel mud cake she’d made Sonya for tonight’s dessert.

  Sonya spotted it, her eyes lighting up. “Did you make me what I think you made me?”

  Hailee grinned. “Yeah, your favourite.”

  Sonya made her way to where Hailee stood and threw her arms around her. Looking at me, she said, “The best day of my life was the day you met this woman. Don’t ever make me have the worst day of my life, okay?”

  “Fuck, no. I’m not planning on it.”

  From the minute I’d introduced the two women in my life, they’d bonded as if they were sisters. They had so much in common it wasn’t funny. Some days I felt like I had to fight my sister-in-law to get time alone with my woman. But fuck, it was good to have family like this. Campbell still didn’t have much to do with me, and I’d decided to finally face that my parents would never be what I wanted them to be, so Sonya, Hailee and Jean had become my family. I was still working on Bronze, but I was confident we’d bring him around one day. He loved Hailee too much not to accept me eventually.

  The kids came running out, both of them throwing their arms around Hailee. I wasn’t the favourite anymore. Not unless I turned up with presents.

  “Auntie Hailee, come see my room!” Adam exclaimed, trying to drag her down the hallway.

  As he pulled her away from us, Sonya mouthed, “Sorry.”

  My brows pulled together. “Why?”

  She moved closer so she could speak softly. “I know you’re always telling me to tell them not to call her that, but they love her so much they want her to be their aunt.”

  “It’s all good. And it’s not that I don’t want them to call her that. I just never wanted her to feel pressured into it.”

  Sonya’s eyes narrowed at me. “You say that like times are changing. Are they?”

  I grinned as I pulled the ring out of my pocket and showed her. “Let’s just say that I’m all for pressuring now. Four months together is long enough for a marriage proposal, right?”

  “Since when does Dominic Ford care what anyone else thinks? And by the way, good fucking job on that ring. She’s gonna love it.”

  “You reckon?”

  She paused for a moment, assessing me. “What? Are you concerned she won’t say yes?”

  I scrubbed my hand over my face. “Fuck, I don’t know. No. Yes. Fuck it, maybe.”

  She burst out laughing. “I never thought I’d see the day you were so pussy-whipped that you were actually nervous about what your woman would say.”

  “What is pussy-whipped?” Adam asked as he and Hailee stepped back in the kitchen.

  Hailee’s lips twitched, but she remained silent.

  “Well,” Sonya started, not seeming to know where to go after that.

  Fuck it.

  “It’s me. I’m pussy-whipped, but you can’t tell anyone, okay? It’s our secret. Only we can know,” I said.

  His eyes glittered with excitement. Adam loved secrets. “Okay, I won’t tell anyone.”

  Sonya started laughing again and muttered, “Oh, God, that’s a classic, Dom.”

  My eyes found Hailee’s. Unable to wait another second, I jerked my chin at her and said, “Get your ass over here, woman.”

  She lifted a brow. “Really? You’re going all bossy on me today, Mr Pussy-Whipped?”

  “Hailee,” I said in the low warning tone I used on her when she was about to get her ass spanked. “I want to ask you something.”

  Sonya’s head whipped around and she stared at me in surprise.

  “Okay, how about we meet in the middle,” Hailee said. “I’m not in a mood to be bossed today.”

  I took the few steps to meet her in the middle. Sliding my hand over her ass, I growled, “Always making me work for it.”

  Her smile lit the whole fucking room up. “Like I told you months ago, I’ve gotta keep you on your toes, bossman.”

  I bent my mouth to her ear. “And like I told you, I live on my fucking toes.”

  Her eyes sparkled. “Okay, what did you want to ask me?”

  I shook my head. “No, I’ve changed my mind. I’m not asking. I’m bossing. And you’re not saying no to me.”

  “Oh, really?” She gave me the look she reserved for when she was about to dig her heels in on something I wanted that she didn’t want to give.

  I pulled the ring out of my pocket again and reached for her hand. Sliding it on her ring finger, I said, “We’re getting married. At the end of next month.”

  I heard her sharp intake of breath.

  I saw her eyes water.

  And then I felt her mouth on mine, kissing me in the way she did when I’d done something she really liked.

  When she ended the kiss, she squealed louder than I’d ever heard anyone squeal. Flashing her ring at Sonya, she screamed, “We’re getting married! You’re stuck with me now, Sonny!”

  I watched in amusement as the two of them hugged for much longer than she kissed me. Crossing my arms over my chest, I said, “Should I be jealous of my own sister-in-law?”

  Hailee moved back to me and threw her arms around me. “I love you so damn much. In fact, I think I fell in love with you on our first date. I have eyes for no one but you, not even for Sonya.”

  I tightened my hold on her. “Baby, I fell in love with you in the back of that cop car. You were sitting there yabbering on about fucking greyhounds and gambling and fuck knows what else, and I knew you were the woman for me.”

  “How did you know?”

  I grinned. “Because for the first time in my life, I wanted to talk to a woman more than I wanted to get in her pants. I would have sat there all fucking day listening to you talk about dogs.”

  Her face lit up. “And I would have jumped your bones if you’d have asked me to.”

  I brushed a kiss across her lips and said, “Marry me, darlin’.”

  She smiled. “I thought you’d never ask, bossman.”

  Hyde’s Absolution

  Hyde’s Absolution

  Possessive biker alert

  Monroe Lee is a handful.

  She fights me, challenges me and tries to resist me.

  Where I'm jagged, she's smoo
th.

  Where I'm dark, she's pure.

  Where I'm broken, she's whole.

  I am not a good man.

  I've hurt everyone I've ever loved.

  I should walk away before I ruin her too.

  But fuck, we are fire together.

  And I've been out in the cold too long.

  At a time when everything is falling down around me, she might just be my saviour.

  To My Mother

  You taught me that there can be beauty in pain.

  I love you xx

  Prologue

  Hyde

  Twenty Years Old

  Do babies ever stop crying? That was the only thought running through my head while I watched my wife struggle with our one-and-a-half-week-old daughter three days after we brought her home. Charlotte hadn’t stopped crying in those three days, and I was certain Tenille was about to have a mental breakdown. I’d watched her steadily withdraw since giving birth, and between the never-ending crying and the fussy feeding, the vacant look I dreaded seeing in Tenille’s eyes had returned. The look that she’d had back in school when we’d first started dating. The look I’d worked hard to erase.

  Reaching for Charlotte, I said, “Here, let me take her. You go lie down.”

  She stared at me for a long moment before doing as I said. “I’ll just have an hour or so.”

  I shook my head while ignoring the cries coming from my child. “You need longer. You’re fucking exhausted.”

  The frown that crossed her face highlighted that exhaustion. “She needs to be fed soon, Aiden.”

  Fucking breastfeeding. It was the thing coming between us more than Tenille’s tiredness. Charlotte didn’t want a bar of it, but after a nurse had lectured Tenille at two fucking a.m. one morning in the hospital about the importance of breast milk, my wife had been adamant that our child would be breastfed.