Command (Storm MC #7) Read online

  Command

  Nina Levine

  Contents

  Untitled

  Dedication

  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

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Command Playlist

  Also by Nina Levine

  About the Author

  Copyright

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  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my readers.

  You opened your hearts to my words two years ago and you will never know what that means to me.

  Before I published my first book, I was going through my own storm. Storms can vary in their intensity, and some have the power to devastate you. But, sometimes you survive the devastation, and you find the beauty in the journey.

  Sometimes there’s a blessing in the storm.

  1

  Scott

  Decisions.

  We’re free to make them, but never free from living with their consequences.

  I sat on my bike outside my house, contemplating the future. The path ahead appeared clear to me, but even so, the doubts swirled and my gut churned with concern. One wrong step and the consequences could cause everything Storm had worked for over the years to come crashing down. Losing seven men today had been a kick in the gut, but the club would be stronger without them. We had a lot of rebuilding to do, but I believed our club could achieve anything it set out to do, so long as we treaded carefully.

  “Scott.”

  Turning, I eyed Harlow as she made her way down the front steps and walked towards me.

  Jesus, can she get any more beautiful?

  My gaze traced her curves. I took in the skimpy denim shorts she wore with the frayed edges that barely covered her ass, and the tiny, white tank she had stretched across her chest, giving me an eyeful of one of my favourite views in the world. Her tanned skin glowed as if she’d spent the day in the sun, but I doubted that, as her mum’s café was too busy at the moment for her to take a day off during the week.

  “Hey, you,” she greeted me with a smile as she looped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

  Fuck, having her arms around me, and her lips on mine, would never get old. The last few months had been hard while she’d pulled away. But since I’d managed to break through to her at Christmas, she’d been finding her way back to me.

  I slid an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. As she ended the kiss, I cocked my head to the side and said, “You changed your hair.”

  She flicked her hair with her hand. “Yeah, do you like it? I’m not sure if I like it brown.”

  While I preferred her blonde, she could dye her hair fucking purple and I’d still love it. “It looks good, baby.”

  Her eyes searched mine and she frowned. “You don’t seem your usual self this afternoon. What’s wrong?”

  I moved off the bike and raked my hand through my hair. Burdening Harlow with club business was the last thing I wanted to do; she had enough other shit to deal with at the moment. “Just club shit going on. Nothing for you to worry about.”

  Her eyes narrowed at me. “Bullshit, Scott. Tell me the truth.” Fuck, she hadn’t spoken to me in that way for far too long. I’d almost forgotten how much I liked it.

  I raised my brows. “Been awhile since I’ve seen this side of you, sweetheart. You wanna keep that up and I’ll show you what I like to do with dirty mouths.” My cock was so damn hard for her. From the minute I woke up to the goddamn minute I slept at night, I fucking wanted her. Our sex life hadn’t fully recovered since Christmas – she still held something back from me, and as much as I’d tried to figure out how to fix it, I’d come up empty.

  Her breathing stilled and she bit her lip before it spread into a sexy smile. She pressed her body against mine and placed her hands on my chest, and fuck if that didn’t shoot a whole new level of need straight to my dick. “You should show me.” Her voice was all breathy and her eyes sparkled with desire. “But not until you tell me what’s going on.”

  Jesus.

  My woman stood in front of me, demanding to know stuff she hadn’t been interested in for too long, and as much as I wanted to unload and have her involved in my life again, I needed to fuck her. Harlow was more turned on than I’d seen her in a long fucking time - no way was I passing up this opportunity.

  Decisions.

  It all came back to priorities.

  I slid my arm around her so I could take hold of her ass. Bending my face to hers, I growled, “How about you get your sexy ass upstairs and I’ll show you how much trouble a dirty mouth can get you in. And then if you’re not completely worn out, we’ll talk.”

  Her eyes didn’t leave mine, and she nodded her agreement. She didn’t say anything, but no words were needed.

  I let her go and jerked my chin towards the stairs. “I want you in the shower, baby. Naked.”

  She didn’t hesitate and a moment later, I tracked her ass as she made her way upstairs. Fuck, a man could spend hours watching that ass.

  I followed her inside but made a stop in the kitchen on the way to the shower so I could fill the fridge with the beer I’d brought home. The sight that greeted me in the kitchen caused my steps to falter. “Harlow!” I called out. “Kitchen, now.”

  Fuck the shower; I wanted her on the fucking kitchen counter.

  A minute later she appeared in the kitchen.

  Naked.

  Frowning at me, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

  My eyes dropped to her chest before moving back up to hold her gaze. “Nothing’s wrong. In fact, I’d say something is very right.” I gestured at the counter where she had yet to clean her mess up from baking. The minute I’d eyed the cream cheese wrapper, the white chocolate packet and the red food colouring, I knew what she’d been making. “Been a long time since you’ve made red velvet cake, baby.”

  She smiled and took a step closer to me. “Been a long time since I’ve seen your eyes crinkle like that,” she murmured.

  Fuck, those words were the best ones I’d heard all day.

  I closed the distance between us. “Red velvet cake means more than just baking.”

  “What do you mean?” Her forehead pulled together as she thought about that. I was surprised she didn’t know.

  “There are two reasons you bake red velvet – either you’ve had a good day or I’ve done something to make you happy. Seems as though I’ve done nothing, I’m guessing you’ve had a good day, and that makes me fuckin’ happy because, like I said, it’s been too long since you’ve baked red velvet cake.”

  She placed one of her hands on my chest. “You make me happier than you realise, Scott. I’m sorry I don’t show you that enough.”

  I curled my hand around her neck and pulled her face close to mine. “You don’t ever apologise for something you had no control over in the first place. I see you working like fuck to get yourself through this and that’s enough for me.” Sliding my free hand over her naked ass, I pulled her body tight against mine, and dropped my lips to hers to claim the kiss I’d been aching for all day. When I was done with her lips, I angled my face away from hers enough so I could appreciate her curves again. “Fuc
k, Harlow, I wanna hear about your day, but I can’t wait another minute to get inside you.”

  She gave me one of her sexy-as-fuck smiles and moved her hands to undo my jeans. “I can’t wait, either.”

  Those four words were all it took for me to finally lose the last shreds of self-control I’d been holding onto. While she removed my jeans and boxers, I pulled my cut and t-shirt off. When we were both naked, I lifted her by the ass and sat her on the kitchen counter. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I sucked in a breath at how damn good that felt.

  “You ready to fly?” I asked as I ran my hands over her skin.

  “I’m always ready to fly with you.” Her voice had turned all husky and sexy, and fuck if the words she spoke didn’t continue to turn me on. Something had definitely changed in her today and after I made her come, I would be getting to the bottom of what it was. I needed to make sure it stayed that way; seeing her happy was my number one priority. And hell, my dick needed to make sure it stayed that way, too.

  Taking hold of her, I ran my dick through her wetness, and growled, “I need hard today. You good with that?”

  Her lips smashed down onto mine and she surprised the hell out of me with a demanding kiss that drowned out every last thought in my mind; the kind of kiss that sent a man over the edge as he chased the pleasure he knew only one woman could give him.

  She consumed me.

  Body and fucking soul.

  Like no one ever had before.

  Her legs tightened around me; her fingers dug into my skin; her mouth claimed me, and I would have given her anything she asked for in that moment. Hell, who was I kidding? I’d give her anything she ever asked for.

  As our lips and tongues worked each other into a frenzy, I thrust inside her, and groaned at how fucking good she felt.

  I wanted to live there forever.

  I never wanted to let her go again.

  Fuck.

  I pulled out and thrust in again.

  I repeated this over and over, and she took everything I had to give, and gave it all back to me. Our pace intensified and we fucked like we hadn’t for months.

  Skin on skin.

  Lips on lips.

  Arms, legs, fingers, clinging, clawing, demanding…

  “Fuck!” I tore my mouth from hers. “I can’t hold it much longer…you almost there?”

  She gripped me harder. “Yes…” Her voice was barely a pant as she kept moving with me, desperately chasing her release. And then – “Oh, God, Scott…ohhh…I’m gonna come…”

  As the words fell from her lips, her pussy squeezed around my dick, and her eyes fluttered shut, and I watched as she lost herself to her orgasm.

  So fucking beautiful.

  I thrust twice more and then I let myself go. The intense pleasure surged through me and I was lost to the world in those moments.

  Like a fucking drug straight to my veins.

  I’m addicted to her.

  When I finally gained control, I found her watching me through glazed eyes. I bent my face to hers and kissed her almost as hard as I’d fucked her. “You got any idea what you do to me?” I demanded as I let her lips go. My body buzzed with need and love for this woman. I’d never experienced any of this with any other woman in my life, and there’d never be another like Harlow.

  Her lips spread out in a slow smile but she didn’t say anything.

  She knew; she had to fucking know, because for the last year, I’d laid my heart and soul down for her in ways I’d never laid it down for anyone.

  My arm tightened around her and I pulled her harder against me. “You’re mine, Harlow. Your heart, your body, you…all mine. And that drives me crazy some days.”

  Her smile shifted into a frown. “Why does that drive you crazy?”

  My heart beat faster as I contemplated that question; as I exposed another piece of my heart to her. “You’re like a drug, baby. The highs are fuckin’ spectacular and I’d go through any low to have those highs. And I’d do anything to make sure I always had you, even if it meant selling my fuckin’ soul.”

  She threaded her fingers through my hair at the back of my head and pressed another kiss to my lips; less demanding this time, more gentle. “I’d take all the lows, too, if it meant I got just one of the highs with you. I love you, Scott.”

  Fuck, I might have thought she was mine, but I was far more hers than she was mine; she fucking owned me.

  I pulled out of her and took a step back so she could move off the counter. When she stood in front of me, I yanked her closer. “Now I want you in the shower. It’s time for me to show you what I like to do with dirty mouths.” I jerked my chin towards the bathroom. “Go. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

  Lust shone from her eyes and she nodded before leaving me.

  I raked my fingers through my hair as I watched her go, and wondered, not for the first time, when I’d have all the pieces of her back – the pieces that had shattered when she’d lost our baby. The pieces she hadn’t been able to find to put back together yet.

  I miss those pieces.

  As I followed in the direction she’d gone, I vowed yet again to help her find those fucking pieces.

  * * *

  Five hours later, I was sitting outside on the verandah with a beer contemplating club business when Harlow came up behind me, wrapped her arms around me and whispered against my ear, “You wore me out.” I’d had her in the shower and then again in our bed, and fuck, I’d worn myself out, too. She’d fallen asleep for a little while, but I’d been unable to switch my brain off.

  She came and curled up in my lap. I put one arm around her and rested my hand holding my beer on her bare leg. She wore only a t-shirt of mine and I fought the urge to rip it off her. First we needed to talk. As she rested her head on my shoulder, I asked, “Did you spend time with the girls today?”

  I could hear the smile in her voice when she replied. “Yeah, it was quiet at the café and Mum suggested I take some time off after my appointment with Jane. Roxie had some free time so I decided to get my hair done.”

  Jane, her psychologist, had won my respect even though I’d never believed in that shit before. Harlow had come to life again after starting to see her nearly two months ago. “You had a good appointment with Jane?” I took a swig of my beer while waiting to hear about her appointment. Something in her day today had gone well and I wanted to know what it was.

  She lifted her head to look at me. Even the change in her eyes was clear to see. Most days it felt like she looked straight through me, but tonight she was soaking me in. Today I didn’t need her words to know I was the man she loved; today her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

  Happiness blazed from her. “I had the best appointment with Jane today, but I couldn’t even tell you why. It was as if something one of us said just triggered a change in me. You know how sometimes someone can say or do something and it makes you see things differently…well, that’s what happened.”

  “What did she say?”

  “She brought up coping mechanisms with me again and you know, I don’t think I was really listening all the other times she talked about them. Today it seemed to click into place and I feel like I can do this.” The way she gushed her words gave me hope this really might be a turning point. I hadn’t heard Harlow talk like this for a long time.

  “Do you mean the things like doing yoga, and eating well, and writing shit down?”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “Have you been researching it?”

  I placed my beer on the ground and ran my hand up her leg and over her ass where I let it rest. “I read all the sheets of paper you bring home from her, sweetheart.” Hell, I devoured those sheets looking for an answer.

  She held my gaze for a few moments before saying anything, and then pressed a kiss to my lips. Just a quick one, but I could feel the love it held. “Thank you,” she whispered as if she was thanking me for the world.

  I frowned. “For reading that stuff?”
r />   Shaking her head, she corrected me. “No, for loving me enough to get me help, and for coming to the appointments I needed you at, and for reading all those sheets of paper…for giving me the time and space to work myself out. People might think you’re a hard ass, but they don’t know the real you.” She paused and curled her hand around my neck before adding, “I’m the luckiest woman in the world to know the real you.” Her lips came to mine again and her kiss was long and deep.

  I groaned and gripped her ass while she kissed me. When she finally let my lips go, I said, “Harlow, any man would have done that for you. Any man would want you to be happy again. I’m just doing what they would do.”

  “No, they wouldn’t have. You know about the assholes I’ve dated before – not one of them would have stood next to me like you did.”

  Just the thought of those men caused my chest to tighten. “You’re right,” I said. “Every man but those assholes would have done what I did.”

  She smiled and then her smile morphed into seriousness as she cocked her head to the side. “So are you going to tell me about your day?”

  I drew a long breath and then slowly let it out. “We lost some men today. They didn’t agree with a club decision and I gave them the option to leave the club, which they chose to do. And on top of that we’ve got a new drug dealer in town causing trouble so I’ve gotta deal with him.”

  “How many members left?”

  “Seven.”

  Her eyes widened. “Goodness - ” she started, but I cut her off.

  “I don’t want you to worry about this. Griff and I have it covered. I just want you to focus on doing the stuff Jane tells you to do so you can get better.”

  Annoyance flared in her eyes. “Don’t do that.”

  “Do what?” I stared at her waiting for her answer, not sure where she was coming from.

  “That thing men sometimes do where they think they’re helping their woman by telling her not to worry about what they are going through. Of course I’m going to worry about you and the club so there’s no point telling me not to worry. The thing that will make me worry less is if you keep me up-to-date with where you’re at with it.” She moved off my lap and stared down at me. Usually I’d allow my gaze to travel the length of her body, but the passion she spoke with kept my attention firmly on her face. “I’m going to keep focusing on doing the things Jane spoke to me about, but at the same time I’m going to be thinking about you, so you may as well keep me updated. Otherwise, my imagination will take over and I’ll probably picture the worst.” Her eyes flashed with passion and her tone was forceful.