“No. Dane did it all on his own. I always thought when the right guy came along, he’d break through the walls I’d built around my heart. Dane didn’t come close.”
“Maybe your walls are impenetrable.” Fuck me. No fuckin’ way would I be second to some perfect dream guy. Shit, I hated feeling jealousy spur in my chest.
“I thought the same until you.” Her eyes were glossy now. “I know it sounds crazy. I mean, we’ve only known each other a month, but the time we’ve spent together…” She shook her head, cheeks blushing. “I don’t want to be apart from you. Somehow, you’ve gotten under my skin. I don’t know how, but you did.”
“I feel the same way.” I lowered my mouth to hers, our lips a breath away. She’d just given me hope. “I don’t want to compete with a fantasy. If you’re with me, you gotta let him go.”
She nodded, blinking back tears. “I know. I want you Storm—only you. But you need to know if I ever caught Carla hanging on you or found out you fucked her or she gave you head…” She inhaled a deep breath, eyes locked on mine. “I’ll be gone. I won’t stick around for an explanation or an apology. Understand?” Her words were calm and direct. “And that goes for any other woman, not just Carla.”
God almighty, she was fierce. I was glad she wouldn’t put up with any bullshit. Deputy fuckin’ Miller had done a number on her. I might not know the half of it, but I could tell it had to have been awful. One of these days, I’d find out what exactly he’d done to her, then I’d teach him a painful lesson.
“You’re all I want, Angel. You don’t need to worry about Carla or any other woman.”
She climbed onto my lap and softly kissed my lips. “Good. Now take me to bed. I need to go home to get ready for your party tonight. How many are you expecting? Can I bake something?”
“You don’t need to trouble yourself. There will only be a couple dozen people here, and the food is covered.” I twisted around with her, putting her on the bed, devouring her mouth.
I wasn’t going to fuck Madeline. I wanted to make love to her and drive her fantasy guy out of her heart forever. There was no room for him if I was around, and I had no plans to go anywhere, so he fuckin’ needed to get gone.
26
Madeline
Raul’s birthday party was… entertaining. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The classic rock tunes my dad listened to when I was young blared through the speakers: The Rolling Stones, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Eagles, and of course, Ozzy Osborne. It was cool how so many of these guys appeared to enjoy the music. Most were in their early twenties to early thirties. The prospects were at least twenty-one. Storm had told me Raul and Justin were the veterans in the club.
Some guys played pool while others sat around drinking and shooting the shit. It was fun to see them kicking back and relaxing. Others were hardcore making out with kittens, bumping and grinding. Even under the dim lighting of the bar, I could tell some were getting BJs, not fifteen feet away from me. It was an arousing sight.
My face was hot as my eyes flitted around the room, taking it all in. The bold, unapologetic behavior surrounding me was like nothing I’d ever seen before. Not even college parties were like this. The kittens were nearly naked, parading themselves around in thongs and matching bras.
This was Storm’s life.
I tried to not be jealous anytime a kitten gazed at him with longing. I warred with my wild imagination to not picture her lips around his long, thick cock.
It wasn’t easy.
Would I be able to overlook the life he led? I prayed to God I could.
“Your cheeks are red, baby.” Storm bit my earlobe hard enough, my pussy throbbed with need. His hand crept under my dress, moving higher and higher up my inner thigh.
“Storm…” I exhaled, heart racing with anticipation of what he might do. I distracted myself by turning my head away from him. This damn man knew just how to work me up, every single time.
A long bar was on the northside of the room, pool tables were on the southside. Neon signs glowed in colors of red, blue, green, and gold on every wall. Most were beer logos. The ones I could read from here saidRide or Die,Fuck Off,The Reaper is Coming,Kitten Pussy Rocks.
Yeah, that last one turned my stomach.
Tables were clustered with the council’s on the east side. It was empty while we were at a corner table with several of Storm’s brothers. Apparently, women weren’t allowed at the table.
I’d been perched on Storm’s lap since we sat down. He wouldn’t allow me to sit in a chair. Yep, my man was bossy and unrelenting about some things. I was okay with it, though. From on his lap, I had a perfect view of the entire bar.
Track and Hero were to our right, both drunk. Lynx was across from us with a kitten on his lap, Amber. She was a pretty little thing. Shorter than me by a couple of inches, so maybe five foot two. She looked itty-bitty next to Lynx’s massive frame. She had light brown hair and green eyes and lookedyoung. Storm assured me all the kittens were at least twenty, so I left it alone.
“I saw you watching Grizz getting blown by Libby. Did it turn you on, Angel?” His fingers grazed over my pantiless pussy. It wasn’t my choice to go commando;theprezordered me to.
What the prez wanted he got. Admittedly, it was dirty and erotic to be sitting here with his hand between my legs, and no one seemed to care. Thank God I wore a knee-length sundress.
Well, except Carla. The woman hadn’t taken her eyes off us since we got here. I wished she’d just accept Storm’s decision and leave us alone.
“It did turn me on. You gonna do something about it, Prez?”