Devil's Vengeance: Sydney Storm MC Page 15

  I shrugged. “Oh well, she had to find out sooner or later.”

  Mum’s hand moved to her throat while she processed everything I’d said. “Tricia said you’d changed, but I didn’t want to believe it.”

  “Oh God, not this again. When did she say that?” My ex-best friend refused to cut ties with my family, and it pissed me off.

  “She came for morning tea this morning, and we discussed your desire—”

  I held up my hand to stop her. “I’m not interested in what you two discussed. If you can’t see that she treated your daughter badly, then that makes me really sad. Most mothers would want the kind of friend who cheered their daughter on in everything she did in life. They wouldn’t want one like Tricia, who was jealous of my new success and new friends.” I picked up my bag. “Thank you for dinner, but I’m not hungry anymore.”

  I didn’t wait for her response.

  I fled my family home as fast as I could with no intention of going back anytime soon.

  By the time I arrived on Devil’s doorstep half an hour later, tears streamed down my cheeks, and I was fairly certain it looked like an artist had painted messy black lines down those cheeks.

  I’d cried all the way from Mum’s house to his. Long shuddering sobs. The worst thing was I had no tissues on me or in the car, so the only thing I’d been able to use was the white T-shirt I wore.

  Devil’s concerned gaze travelled down my face to my shirt and back up to my eyes. “Fuck, darlin’, what happened?” He reached out and pulled me inside to his lounge room where he positioned me on his lap. His strong arms around me were exactly what I needed, but instead of soothing me, it only made me cry harder.

  I buried my face in his neck and clung to him. He didn’t push me to speak but simply comforted me and waited until I was ready.

  I cried for a long time. Decades’ worth of tears fell, and when I finally lifted my head to find his eyes, I felt like a weight had lifted. The heaviness that was my mother would never be lifted completely, but these tears had been a long time coming, and it felt good to shed them.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, barely able to see him through my wet lashes.

  “You want some tissues?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  He shifted me onto the couch so he could stand and leave to go in search of the tissues. When he returned, he held the box out to me before sitting and pulling me back onto his lap.

  “I take it dinner with your mother didn’t go well.”

  I cleaned my face enough so I could see, and tried to remove some mascara from my cheeks. “Let’s just say that I don’t think she’s going to invite me back anytime soon. And let’s also say that I don’t give a flying fuck.”

  “What happened?”

  I proceeded to tell him everything that had gone down that night. Even the fact that I thought he’d never be welcome in my mother’s home because he was a biker. More tears gushed while I told him, and I wondered if they would ever stop. My relationship with Mum had always been hard, but after that dinner, I was finally facing just how bad it was.

  “I really don’t want to see her again,” I whispered to Devil after I finished telling him everything. “Not ever.”

  His arm tightened around me. “You might see things differently tomorrow.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I think I’m done.”

  He nodded, accepting what I said without trying to make me change my mind. I loved that he simply listened without offering advice.

  We sat in silence for a long time. He held me while I thought about everything that had happened again.

  When I sighed and rested my head against his chest, he said, “Fuck anyone who doesn’t think you should pursue your dreams, Hailee. I’m fucking happy for you, darlin’.”

  I slid my hand up his shirt to his throat and then to his face. Placing my palm flat to his cheek, I lifted my head and smiled at him. “Thank you. You have no idea what that means to me.”

  He brushed a kiss across my lips and murmured, “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Even when your face is puffy as shit and your makeup is all over the place.”

  His compliment caused butterflies in my tummy. I shifted to straddle him with my knees pressed into the couch either side of his legs. Taking hold of his face, I said, “How is it that I can be crying my heart out one minute and the next you’re making me want to kiss you?”

  A lazy smile spread across his face. “I’m just talented like that.” His hands cupped my ass. “You should definitely kiss me.”

  “Should I?” I teased, wanting more than anything to have him help me forget my mother.

  Gripping my ass, he slid me closer to him so that my pussy pressed against his erection. His eyes glazed over with desire as he growled, “Yes.”

  I didn’t waste any more time. Lowering my mouth to his, I kissed him for so long I thought our mouths might never come apart again. When he finally dragged his mouth from mine, I was breathless and desperate to be skin-to-skin with him.

  “I need you,” I begged, my voice husky and my heart fluttery.

  He didn’t need to be told twice.

  Holding me tightly, he stood, taking me with him. The look of determination in his eyes as he carried me down his hallway told me I was about to have some amazing sex. And that he was going to do exactly what I needed—wipe all thoughts of my mother from my mind.

  19

  Hailee

  Devil was blowing my damn mind.

  After I’d asked him to fuck me, he’d scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. He’d then taken his sweet time undressing me with slow, gentle movements.

  Once he had me naked, he reached into the shower cubicle and turned the water on. Stepping inside, he pulled me in with him, his hands sliding over my hips and around to my ass so he could pull me against him.

  His eyes dipped to my mouth, and he bent to kiss me.

  My knees buckled at the way his lips gently deepened the kiss. There was none of his usual dominance. The rough and dirty way he liked to take me with his mouth was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he consumed me with devotion. Worshipping my body and my heart. Treasuring me.

  Breathless when he ended the kiss, I whispered, “There are so many parts to you, aren’t there?” He’d shown me his bossy side, his flirty fun side, and his intense side. This tenderness peeled back a whole other layer.

  His fingers dug into my ass. Not answering what I said, he asked, “You want it gentle or rough? My preference is to slam you up against that wall and fuck you six ways from Sunday, but if you want me to keep going slow, I can do that, too.”

  Oh, God, I wanted it all. Gentle. Rough. Long. Hard. I ran my fingers through his hair and scrunched a handful of it, pulling hard. “I want both.”

  He hissed. Keeping one hand on my ass, he reached for my hair with the other and yanked my head back, exposing my neck to him. His teeth sunk into my skin near my throat and he bit and sucked me. When he finished, he rasped, “Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough of you.”

  He then turned us so that I stood under the water. Picking up the shower sponge, he filled it with shower gel and started washing me. Gentle strokes cleaned every inch of me, and a couple of minutes later, he kneeled in front of me as he ran the sponge over my thighs.

  His breaths quickened as the air surrounding us thickened with our desire. Steam filled the room, and water ran down my body while I watched him take care of me.

  He nudged my legs apart before draping one of them over his shoulder. When his tongue flicked against my clit a second later, I reached one hand out to lean against the shower wall in an effort to steady myself while I gripped his hair with my other hand.

  I was still recovering from him calling me baby when he began delivering the kind of pleasure that rocked my world. The way baby rolled off his tongue was bewitching. Without realising it, he’d cast a spell over me. I would do whatever he wanted that night. And when he backed it up with his special kind of ecstasy,
I was all but owned.

  One hand on my ass.

  His tongue buried deep inside.

  Lips sucking my clit.

  Husky sounds filling my ears.

  It was sensory overload of the best kind, and I had to work hard to catch my breath because it was almost too much.

  Devil stayed on his knees blessing my pussy for so long I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold myself up much longer. Mostly because my legs had turned to jelly, but also because he had blown my damn mind to the point I couldn’t think straight enough to continue standing.

  When I finally came, after he edged me closer, over and over, I cried out, “Oh, God, fuck!” My body swayed as my eyes squeezed closed and my head rolled back.

  I’m going to collapse.

  I can’t take any more.

  It’s too much.

  As my legs buckled, Devil’s arm snaked around my waist, and he caught me. Holding me up, he walked me backwards until I hit the wall behind me.

  I opened my eyes right as his lips crashed down onto mine.

  He gave me no time to recover from the first orgasm he’d given. Instead, he started working on the second one.

  Mouth on mine, hands everywhere, his erection grinding into me, Devil switched from slow and gentle, to rough and demanding.

  Our movements soon turned frantic.

  Him lifting me.

  Me clinging to him.

  Nails digging into his skin.

  His teeth biting and marking me.

  My mouth sucking on his neck.

  His hands and mouth all over my breasts.

  Both panting.

  “Fuck, Devil, I need you in me.” I could hardly get the words out in between breaths. When he didn’t lift his mouth off my breast, I demanded, “Now! I need your cock inside me now.”

  His wild eyes finally met mine. “We need a condom.”

  When he made moves to put me down, I gripped him hard. “I’m clean.”

  His eyes searched mine, knowing what I was saying. Exhaling a breath, he nodded.

  And then he was inside me.

  Deep inside me.

  Our bodies moved in perfect unison while we both chased our release. I held on tight for the ride and thanked God that he had decided to fuck me the way he always did. I loved slow and gentle, but I fucking lived for the thrill of rough sex.

  Devil worked hard to bring me to orgasm before he let himself come. He held on so long that by the time he finally allowed his own release, he roared it out. His legs and back tensed as he thrust inside me one last and came.

  I was drowning in bliss by then. When he’d recovered enough to speak, he tilted my face to his and said, “Jesus fucking Christ, woman, you know how to fuck.”

  I smiled lazily, unable to give him much more than that. “And you have such a way with words.”

  He grinned. “How are those legs of yours? You good to walk or do you need me to carry you?”

  I tightened my arms around him. “You should carry me. I think you fucked my ability to stand out of me. But I need to clean up first.”

  He brushed a kiss across my lips as he turned the shower off. “Okay, darlin’.”

  He let me down and stepped out of the shower, leaving me to clean myself up. When I exited the bathroom, he lifted me back into his arms and carried me to his bed. Sleep was claiming me after a long day and night. I drifted off with my body wrapped around Devil’s and him whispering the dirty things he wanted to do to me. The last thing I remembered hearing was him saying, “I’m going to make you the happiest fucking woman on earth.”

  20

  Devil

  I watched Hailee sleep from the doorway of my bedroom early the next morning. She’d woken me just after five when she rolled into me, flinging her arm over my chest and gripping her hand around my bicep. She hadn’t been awake, but it was as if she was trying desperately to hold onto me. I let her hold me for as long as she wanted, and when she shifted again about an hour later, I’d managed to extricate myself so I could take a piss.

  Her fucking mother had a lot to answer for. When Hailee had turned up crying the night before, I’d wanted to simultaneously make it all better for her while going over to her mother’s and giving her a piece of my mind. I had no time for fucking parents who couldn’t love their children unconditionally.

  Hailee stirred, mumbling something I couldn’t understand. Moving to the bed, I sat on the edge and ran my hand over her hair. Her beauty blew me away every fucking day. Not only her outer beauty, but also the inner glow she had. I wasn’t sure I’d ever met anyone as kind as she was. The way she cared for people and animals amazed the fuck out of me.

  “Morning,” she mumbled as her eyes fluttered open.

  “Morning, darlin’.”

  She shifted onto her side, curling her legs around me and placing her hand on my leg. “What time is it?”

  Fuck, her voice was all fucking raspy from sleep, and it was waking my dick right the fuck up.

  “It’s early, just after six. I wasn’t sure if you had work on today and whether you wanted to squeeze some meditation in before you went.” Fuck knew, she could probably do with some of that after the shit her mother put her through.

  She blinked a couple more times before she stared wide-eyed at me. Sitting up, she climbed into my lap and wrapped her arms and legs around me. “You better be careful there, bossman, or you might just make it so that you’re stuck with me for life.”

  “I have no fucking idea what I did to make you climb me like you wanna ride me, but whatever it was, you need to tell me so I can do that shit again.”

  She shook her head with a devious grin. “Nope, I can’t help you out too much. If I give all the secrets away, you’ll stop working for it.”

  “Right,” I said as I stood with her wrapped around me. “You need to either fuck me or climb down and let me go take care of business myself. And for the record, I don’t plan on stopping working for it anytime soon, darlin’.” I really fucking hoped she had time for sex, because my dick was so damn hard for her.

  She didn’t let go, which I took as a good sign. “I have to start work at eight thirty. I can skip my meditation if you want.”

  “I think we both know my answer to that.” Fuck, I was a bastard. I knew how important her meditation was to her, but damn if my cock didn’t need her more.

  She moved for me to let her down. Lifting the T-shirt of mine she wore over her head, she threw it on the bed and said, “Just so you know, I’d choose your dick over meditation any day.”

  Fuck, she was the right fucking woman for me.

  “Heard from Dragon this morning,” King said to Hyde and me later that day when we were out following up a lead on Marx. “Swears he knows nothing about Marx and told me he’d put the feelers out, too.”

  Hyde scowled. “I don’t trust that motherfucker.”

  King shook his head. “Agreed.”

  I didn’t trust the president of Silver Hell either.

  We were on our way to a bar where Eric Bones would be meeting us to pass on some information regarding Marx. King stopped and said, “I’ve got a feeling we’re not going to be dealing with Gambarro anytime soon.”

  Hyde nodded as if he’d had the same thought. “Yeah, I don’t think so either. These fucking feds are going to be all over us until they get what they’re after.”

  “Which means we need to tie up all loose ends,” King said, “Including Ghost.”

  I thought about what Ghost had said when I visited him with Nitro. “You need to go see him, King. And I think you’re going to have to find a way to make peace with him. At least enough so that he has no reason to talk.”

  King thought about that for a moment. “Fuck,” he muttered. “The last fucking thing I want to do is see that asshole. Let alone offer him any-fucking-thing.”

  “What the hell would be enough for him to shut his mouth?” Hyde asked.

  King’s gaze met Hyde’s. “I know what it is. But do I want to do
it is the question.”

  King’s phone rang then, distracting him from discussing Ghost any further. “Jesus Christ, this fucking woman never stops calling me,” he said as he checked caller ID.

  “Jen?” I asked. I’d been checking in with her, and she still hadn’t seen or heard from him since I mentioned it to him on Thursday.

  He put the phone to his ear. When he spoke, his voice was deathly calm. “I’m coming home tonight. I hope to fuck that baby is still kicking.” He listened to her and then said, “Stop talking, Jen. Get your shit together and be ready to listen to what I have to say when I get there. And I swear to fucking God, if you push me, it’ll be the end of everything.”

  After he ended the call and shoved his phone in his pocket, he glanced at the both of us, eyes wild, and barked, “First, we get this shit done with Bones. Then, we organise a visit with Ghost. After that, I need to sink my dick into some sweet pussy so I’m calm enough to go home and deal with Jen’s shit.”

  Hyde and I watched for a moment as he stalked away from us. “Fucking hell,” Hyde murmured, “that bitch has him so fucking wired that even I’m concerned for her safety.”

  I hadn’t seen King this crazed in a long time and hoped like hell Jen didn’t fuck with him anymore than she already had. The club needed his attention, and we hadn’t fully had it this week. Surprisingly, Hyde had stepped up when we needed him and had directed our activities during the week while King drank and screwed his way through it. The tension between the two of them had eased somewhat because of this, so at least something good had come from this whole fuck-up.

  Hyde and I followed King, and ten minutes later, we were sitting with Bones in the back of a seedy bar listening to him tell us what he’d heard around the traps about Marx.

  Bones leaned forward and lowered his voice, “Word is, someone’s out to wipe Storm off the map.” His gaze zeroed in on King, and he lifted his chin at him. “Someone with a grudge against you.”

  Hyde grunted. “Well, fuck, that narrows it down.”