Storm MC Collection Books 1 - 4 (Motorcycle Club Romance) Read online

  Storm MC Books 1- 4

  Nina Levine

  Contents

  Storm

  Storm

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Fierce

  Fierce

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Bonus Scene - Christmas with J & Madison

  Bonus Scene - Valentine’s Day with J & Madison

  Blaze

  Blaze

  In The Beginning

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  Blaze Bonus Scene

  Fierce Bonus Scene

  Blaze Playlist

  Revive

  Revive

  Dedication

  Prologue

  1. Nash

  2. Nash

  3. Velvet

  4. Velvet

  5. Nash

  6. Velvet

  7. Nash

  8. Velvet

  9. Velvet

  10. Nash

  11. Nash

  12. Velvet

  13. Nash

  14. Velvet

  15. Nash

  16. Velvet

  17. Nash

  18. Nash

  19. Nash

  20. Nash

  21. Nash

  22. Velvet

  23. Nash

  24. Velvet

  25. Nash

  26. Velvet

  27. Nash

  28. Velvet

  29. Nash - 2 Weeks Later

  30. Velvet

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek at Slay (Storm MC #5)

  Slay Chapter One

  Slay Chapter Two

  Also by Nina Levine

  To My Readers

  Revive Playlist

  About the Author

  Storm

  Storm

  Dirty talking biker alert...

  These bikers go hard and love even harder.

  WARNING: The Storm MC are addictive.

  Madison Cole’s family is the Storm Motorcycle Club. Her father is the President and her brother is the VP. She grew up surrounded by bikers, crime and violence. Two years ago she walked away from her family and the world they live in. Her soul was shattered, her heart was broken and she had an addiction she couldn't shake. She picked up the pieces and put herself back together. Now her family wants her back. The club is being threatened and they send a club member to return her home to safety—the one person that could destroy everything she has worked so hard to build.

  Jason Reilly has sacrificed a lot for the motorcycle club he calls family. Two years ago he made the biggest sacrifice of all—he gave up the woman he loved for them. Now he is being sent to bring her back and he is conflicted. He thought he was over her but discovers their connection is as strong as ever. Their love was all-consuming, passionate and fiery. It was also their undoing and he doesn't know if either of them is strong enough to battle the demons that ripped them apart, to find love again.

  Madison and Jason are brought back together by a force out of their control, one that pushes them to a breaking point. Can they overcome their past and discover a love worth fighting for or will the harsh reality of their world finally and completely break them both?

  This story contains all the panty-melting sexiness and alpha goodness that Nina Levine books are known for.

  Books in the Storm MC Series

  1. Storm

  2. Fierce

  3. Blaze

  4. Revive

  5. Slay

  5.5. Sassy Christmas

  6. Illusive

  7. Command

  8. Havoc

  Praise for Nina Levine and the Storm MC series:

  "Nina uses her words to make her readers ache and burn, only to turn around and soothe with her thoughtful prose. Her ability to make me feel, to experience her characters' journeys wholly, keeps me coming back for more." - Prisoners of Print Blog

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  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

  Prologue

  Fuck.

  How has my life come to this?

  My heart raced in my chest and dizziness threatened to consume me as my gaze skittered over the gravel of the bar car park where I sat in the dark, taking in Rob’s lifeless body and my torn panties. A sharp chill hit me and although the night was warm, a shiver ran through my body. I pulled my arms around me, trying desperately to push away the ugly thoughts assaulting my mind.

  My dress being ripped.

  My hair being yanked.

  His hands on my body.

  His knife slicing my arm.

  Bile rose in my throat and I lurched forward. My hands skimmed across the gravel as I tried to stop myself from falling face first onto the ground. Swallowing hard, I glanced up at J who was pacing back and forth, on his phone. His nostrils flared as he snapped something into the phone and his arms swept wide, gesturing wildly throughout the conversation. When he ended the call, he raked his fingers through his hair and blew out a harsh breath.

  Crouching in front of me, he said, “Scott will be here soon.” His eyes searched mine, looking for what, I wasn’t sure. They were so hard, though. Not like the J I knew and loved.

  Blinking, I tried to wipe away the tears streaming down my face. And then my eyes slid to Rob’s body, sprawled dead on the gravel close by.

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

  I didn’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 strode towards me, his shoulders pushed back, brows furrowed and lips pressed together. 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 underwear 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, covering the blood. His blue eyes met mine, full of concern. “Will you be all right here while Scott and I deal with the body?” he asked.

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

  Fuck.

  I asked myself again.

  How has my life come to this?

  1

  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 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 stood face to face, taking in his grin and his dancing eyes.

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

  Trailing a finger across his lips, I 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 panties 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 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.”

  It’s the one thing that chases away thoughts of everything I gave up years ago.

  It’s the one thing that makes me feel alive.

  Our mouths met and an explosion of sensations shot through me as our tongues and lips tangled. He pulled me close so his erection pressed against my pussy.

  Yes.

  I ground myself against him so his cock touched my clit. Needing more friction there, I reached down and rubbed myself with his cock while I grabbed his balls with my other hand, rolling them back and forth.

  Oh, God, I never want this to end.

  His need for me.

  My need for him.

  So damn good.

  These moments were what I craved.

  It was in these moments when I felt good that hope flared deep in my soul – that long discarded sense that maybe – just maybe – my life could be good again, and I could have love, and passion, and a future with someone.

  “Talented with your hands as well, I see,” he murmured 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 so. I threw my head back and enjoyed the pleasure traveling along my skin. I really was a tit girl and couldn’t get enough.

  “You like that, darlin’?” My moan was enough of an answer.

  I tangled my fingers in his hair and applied a little pressure to keep his head and mouth in place, on my breast. Dividing his attention between both my breasts, him sucking on me while I rubbed his cock against my clit was my version of heaven.

  Eventually he stopped 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?”

  Pleasure had wound itself through my body to the point where I was more than ready for what he wanted - more than ready for the release it would give me. The escape I need. “That’s more than okay with me.”

  He turned us so 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 almost begged.

  He smirked and withdrew his fingers. “Hang on, gotta get a condom.” He 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.

  Yes.

  Coming back to me, he bent so his face was in my pussy and I screamed out when he licked along my wet folds and dipped his tongue into me. God damn, that feels so good. Swirling his tongue inside, he gripped my ass and massaged my cheeks.

  My mind duelled with itself; on one hand, I wanted him to continue to tongue fuck me, but on the other hand, I 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 I clenched in anticipation.

  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 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, which was perfect – the less talk, the better. I just needed his body and his time, nothing else. His cock filled me, the friction divine, and when his finger hit my clit to massage it, I went over the edge. I screamed as I came and he grunted in approval. A moment later, his body shuddered as he found his release. We then 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 wanted.

  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’d applied before hitting the club was long gone and sweat had smudged my makeup. But the thing that stood out the most to me was the dullness I saw in my eyes; the indifference I felt towards life.

  The only thing that gave me a buzz anymore was sex, and even that was starting to lose its magic.

  2

  Madison

  Fifteen minutes later I was on my way home when my phone rang. Retrieving it from my bag, I checked the caller ID. Private number. No way, buddy. I ignored it and threw it back in my bag. However, the asshole was persistent and rang again. I ignored it again bu
t after three more rounds, I was pissed off.

  I stabbed at the phone to answer it and snapped, “This had better be good.”