Revive (Storm MC #3) (7 page)

I downed the glass of water I’d just poured and cursed when my phone started ringing again.  Ignoring it, I gave my attention to Bella, my kitty.  She was rubbing herself up against my legs, demanding I feed her.  Hell, this cat was always asking for food; she really should have been fatter than she was with all the food I gave her.  I couldn’t help but give in to her demands every time.

The phone stopped ringing as I poured some food into her bowl.  She looked at me with her ‘you’ve gotta be kidding me’ look.

“That’s all you get,” I said to her and with one last cranky look at me, she began eating.

Deciding I must smell bad, I headed into the bathroom for a shower.  Just as I leant in to turn the taps on, my phone rang again.  What the hell?  Now he’d pissed me off.  I stalked into the bedroom and retrieved my phone.  “What the fuck do you want?” I snapped at him.

“Lovely to speak to you too, Velvet.  Do we really need the language every time we talk?” he chided.

“Yes, we fucking do,” I swore for his benefit.

He sighed.  “Your lawyer has my proposal.  Has he contacted you?”

He had, but James didn’t need to know that.  I figured it was my turn to muck him around after all the shit he’d ever put me through.  “No.”

“Can I suggest you get in touch with him?”

“It’s Sunday, James.  Surely you don’t mean for me to call him today.”

“Velvet, I think you are underestimating the seriousness of this situation.”

“No, James, I think you’re underestimating the lack of fucks I give about this situation.”  This man seriously made my blood boil.  I had no clue how I ever thought I’d loved him.

Silence was followed by the nasty snarl I knew so well from years ago.  “You’re still the gutter trash you were when I met you and saved you.  Getting rid of you was the best move I ever made and it’s no wonder that you don’t have a man in your life, because I can’t imagine anyone choosing you over the other women out there.”

The rational part of me knew his words were worthless and not to be given any attention to, but there was a part of me that was powerless when it came to James.  He used his words like weapons and they annihilated me every time.  They shredded their way through the self belief I’d spent years building and circled their way through my body in a painful spiral of doubt, loathing and fear.

I froze, unable to form words to shoot back at him, and he took my silence and fired more poison at me.  “Your life is shit, Velvet.  It’s been shit ever since I kicked you out.  The offer I’ve made you is the best option you have to make it better.  I suggest you get back to me soon to tell me you’ll take it, because it won’t always be on the table.”

He hung up and I slowly removed the phone from my ear.  His words hung heavy in my mind as I tried desperately to sort through them.  I needed to shove them out of the way so I could think straight; so that I could acknowledge them for the lie they were.

“Shit!” I yelled at the empty room.  Why the hell did I let him get to me?  Every fucking time!

My heart started beating faster and I broke out in a light sweat.  Bella’s wary eyes were focused on me and she looked like she was ready to run.  I scooped her up and patted her.  “Sorry, baby.  I didn’t mean to yell but that asshole just fucks me off,” I whispered.  Her eyes blinked and she began to purr.  Once I was convinced she was settled, I placed her back on the ground and headed back into the shower.  I was going out and I was going to have a lot to drink.  James was going to be banished from my mind tonight if it was the last thing I did.

***

N
ash

I entered the club, scanning to find what I was looking for.  Tonight I was making my cock my bitch. 

I found what I was looking for in the corner of the club; blonde, stacked and sending me the signal that she was up for it.  She also looked like she might have a friend who would play with us; the more the fucking merrier I thought.  It’d been a long week of no sex mixed with confusion about Velvet, and I needed to fuck like I needed air.  My dick grew hard just thinking about it, and I picked up the pace as I made my way across the club.  I was a starved man and I was going to fucking bang these chicks into tomorrow.

My destination was almost realised when I caught sight of Velvet out of the corner of my eye.  I came to a dead stop and sucked in a breath.  She was wearing the shortest, tightest dress that barely covered her ass, and she was bent at the waist, whispering something in some guy’s ear.  The displeasure I felt stunned me, and I had to hold myself back from stalking over there and tearing her away from him.  I tried to drag my eyes away but I couldn’t; I couldn’t fucking move my legs either.  She had me transfixed.  I let my gaze roam over her body and soak in the beauty that was Velvet.  She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on; I’d known this for four long years and I was done trying to deny it.

As I stood staring, she flicked her hair and caught my gaze.  The smile she gave me reached out and stroked my dick.  It was pure fucking heaven that smile, and it propelled me forward; towards her.  She turned her body to face me, a move that signalled she was done with the guy she’d been whispering sweet nothings to.  Her feet moved her in my direction and we met in the middle.

“Nash,” she said, her voice breathy. 

Sex.

Velvet oozed it and I wanted it. 

With her. 

I didn’t care about the consequences; I couldn’t even begin to wade through that minefield tonight when all I could see, smell and touch was her.

Her hand landed on my chest and my dick jerked again.  Hell, this woman commanded my attention like no-one ever had.  Not even my ex-wife.  I curled my hand around her ass and pulled her to my body.  When she brushed against my dick, she moaned, and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment.  When she opened them again, I leant my mouth to her ear and murmured, “Sweet thing, I want to take you home and fuck you.  And I’m not taking no for an answer tonight.  We’ve been dancing around each other for too long now and my dick is so fuckin’ hard for you that if you don’t do something about it, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

She moaned again before saying, “You had me at sweet thing.”

“Fuck,” I growled.  Grabbing her hand, I led her out of the club and to my bike.

This was going to be the fastest ride I’d ever fucking taken.

***

I
unlocked the door and pushed it open, dragging Velvet behind me.  She stumbled and giggled which was strange.  I’d never heard her giggle before.  Stopping my mad rush to the bedroom, I looked at her.  “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

Her sexy smile turned me on even more if that was possible.  “Not really; just a little bit tipsy.”

Yeah, like fuck she was only a little bit tipsy.  Shit.  I couldn’t take advantage of her when she was drunk.  I raked my hand through my hair and told my dick to shut the hell up when he screamed at me to keep going.  “Velvet, I can’t fuck you like this.”

Confusion crossed her face.  “Like what?”  Her hands landed on my ass as she said this and shit, it felt fucking amazing.  My two heads were engaged in a screaming match right about now.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want to fuck you like I haven’t wanted to fuck a woman ever, but I don’t want to do it when you’re drunk and not thinking straight.”

One of her hands moved around to rub my crotch and I groaned in pleasure.  “Nash, don’t be a pussy.  Just fuck me.  It’s what you do, so do me.”

“Velvet, you’re different.  We’re friends and I don’t think you’d want this if you were sober.”  I couldn’t believe the fucking words coming out of my mouth.  Since when did I give a fuck about shit like that?

She scowled.  “You’d be surprised what I want from you when I’m sober.”

Christ, what did that mean? 

I hesitated, and she used that moment to thrust her body closer to mine, grinding herself against me.  I fought to contain my hard on.  My resolve was seriously struggling; if she kept this shit up, I doubted I could restrain myself from throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to bed.

“Nash, for fuck’s sake, we’re adults and both know what we want.  If you don’t take care of me tonight, I’m just going to go and find some random guy to do it.”

Hell, no fucking way was she doing that.  I’d take care of her before I’d let another guy get his hands on her.  “You just remember you fuckin’ said that, okay?” I growled, and resumed dragging her towards my bedroom.

When we hit the bedroom, I spun around and pulled her roughly to me.  My mouth came down on hers and I devoured her with my lips and tongue.  She tasted of bourbon and smelt like some kind of lolly I couldn’t quite work out in my lust filled haze.  I ran my hands down her back and over her ass, letting one hand slide down between her ass cheeks.  I slightly parted her legs while at the same time, lifting her closer to me.  She moaned into my mouth and her tongue frantically sought mine.

We kissed each other for another heat filled few minutes before I pulled my mouth from hers.  I moved one of my hands around to her front and slid it under her dress, in search of her panties.  Quickly finding what I was looking for, I slipped a finger into the wetness that was her pussy.  With the hand I had behind her, I tilted her ass so that her pussy lifted up and forward, and she whimpered at the pleasure that caused. 

“You like that, baby?”

Nodding, she begged, “Please, don’t stop.”

I brushed my lips against hers again before promising, “There’s no chance of that, sweet thing.”

My finger continued to trace the inside of her pussy and I added another while using my thumb to massage her clit.  Her head lolled back, and her mouth spread out in a sexy smile before she bit her lip.  Fuck, I craved those teeth on me.  I dipped my head to her neck and licked a trail up to her lips.  She opened her mouth and let me in, and I took it; I took everything she offered and more.  My fingers worked harder and faster; the need to make her come consumed me.  I was so fucking turned on by the sight of her writhing in pleasure, the smell of sex in the air and the sounds she was making that my mind was exploding like fucking fireworks on New Years.

Her pussy tightened and convulsed around my fingers as she found her release.  When she orgasmed, she cried out my name and it was the sweetest fucking thing I’d ever heard.  My dick banged against my pants, demanding to be let out, but my mouth won out in it’s intense desire to taste her.

I held her tighter as she sagged against me.  “My mouth wants your cunt, Velvet,” I rasped.

Her eyes found mine and she smiled again.  She brought her face closer and flicked her tongue out to lick my lips before pleading with me, “It’s all yours, Nash.  You have no idea how much I want your lips on me and your tongue in me.”

A growl escaped from my chest, and then I gave her what we both wanted.

I dropped to my knees and pushed her dress up.  The sight that greeted me nearly made me blow my load on the spot.  A strip of black lace barely covered her pussy and a bow sat at the top of it.  Like a fucking present for me to unwrap.  Gripping her ass with both hands, I pulled her to my mouth.  Her scent was intoxicating and I couldn’t hold myself back; I inhaled her pussy and memorised the smell so I could remember it in times of need.

Her hand clutched my head and desperate fingers pulled my hair; pulled my face closer to her.  I wasn’t arguing; my need was as frantic as hers.  The strip of black lace hit the ground less than a minute later and Velvet’s glory was revealed to me.  I feasted on the sight for a moment before I moved in to enjoy the feast with my mouth.

Heaven.

Velvet’s cunt was like the Garden of fucking Eden.

She pulled harder on my hair and moaned as my tongue entered her.  Her moans caressed my cock and fueled my greed for her, and I licked and sucked her in a frenzied rhythm. 

“Nash....yes...” her throaty voice begged me to keep going.

I could have eaten her for fucking days, she tasted that good.  Pussys were my forte; I’d fucked enough of them to know what I was doing, and I couldn’t get enough of them.  But a newfound hunger was filling me; a hunger that, even in my scrambled, Velvet-filled mind, I was sure only this pussy would sate.

Her hand moved from my head to the side of my face, and her gentle touch jolted me.  It had been soft, but it affected me in a way I hadn’t been affected in years.  I growled and yanked my face away from her and stood up.  My cock had finally won the battle; I was going to fuck her now like she’d never been fucked.

The room was silent around us, but we were screaming at each other with our eyes, with our bodies.  This night had been coming for too long, and we both needed a release from the built up sexual tension.  I stepped closer to her and pulled her dress over her head.  My eyes dropped to her chest and I sucked in a breath.  Velvet was more beautiful than I’d remembered.

“You like the goods?” she asked, cutting through the haze I was in.

Without taking my eyes off her tits, I murmured, “Oh baby, you’ve got no fuckin’ idea.”

She reached out and undid my belt and then lowered my zip.  Her hand slid into my pants and a moment later, bliss gripped me when she held my cock for the first time. 

“Fuck,” I hissed.

She cupped my chin and lifted my face so that our eyes met again while her other hand stroked me.  “I need you to show me what you can do with your cock.”

I grinned, and ripped my shirt off.  “Babe, how ‘bout you take the rest of my clothes off and then I’ll give you the ride of your life.  This cock was made for your fuckin’ pleasure.”

She continued to lazily massage my dick, and I raised my brow at her. 

“What?” she asked with a teasing glint in her eye.

I crossed my arms over my chest and played along with her.  “Don’t mind me, darlin’.  I’m enjoying what you’re doing, but I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

“Nash, I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years.  I’m good at waiting for things.”

“Christ, Velvet.  If you wanted me all that time, why the hell did you make me wait so long?” 

Smiling lustily at me, she replied, “Because I knew you’d make it worth my wait.  I know your cock is going to make me scream louder than I’ve ever screamed for a man in my life.”