Avenging Angel by Naomi Porter

11

Madeline

Sugar, Tina, and Libby watched me devour a large bowl of chocolate ice cream with sliced bananas, whipped cream, and maraschino cherries on it. It was the closest thing to a banana split I could make in the club’s kitchen.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well.” Sugar popped a cherry into her mouth. Nobody had questioned me when I blew into the kitchen. Nope, they just watched me build my sweet treat.

I flicked my eyes to Libby, then shot them to Sugar. “No.”

I didn’t know Libby very well. Talking about my fight with Storm wouldn’t be right. Not in front of a kitten, even if I knew Libby was the nicest out of all of them.

Sugar gave me a barely noticeable nod to show she understood.

“So is ice cream your indulgence when emotional eating? I can make sure we have more on hand.” Tina laughed, squirting whipped cream on her sundae. “I mean, I’m down with it. But I’ll pack on the pounds if we regularly gorge ourselves like this.”

“Why was this stuff in the fridge?” I asked, mouth full of yummy deliciousness.

“You’re not that naïve, Angel. It’s regularly stocked with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and cherries. Right, Libby?” Tina winked at the kitten.

Libby’s face turned the color of a maraschino cherry. “Yeah, the guys claim they don’t like sweets, but a fair number of them eat up during sex.” The blonde beauty with a button nose seductively licked her spoon.

My eyes bulged, getting her meaning. “Oh.”

“Libby?”

A gruff voice came from behind me. I turned to see who barked at the sweet kitten. Grizzly?

“Yeah, Grizz?” She licked her spoon, green eyes shimmering like emeralds.

“I need you. Bring the can of cream.” He disappeared down the hallway leading to the dorms.

“Speak of the Devil. I haven’t seen him with anyone else lately.” Tina arched her brow. Her gaze was locked on where Grizzly had been standing.

“Because he hasn’t been.” Libby smiled, snatching the can off the table. “I hope whatever upset you, Angel, is quickly resolved. Storm’s not the easiest man.”

I set my spoon in the bowl and turned my gaze toward Libby. “And you know this how?”

He’d told me he hadn’t been with any of the other kittens. He better not have lied to me.

“The only person he’s soft with is you. He’s madly in love with you, girl.” Libby flashed a radiant smile. “Before you arrived, the club was his only focus. And his brothers. He never talked to any of us kittens, like the other guys. If you’re wondering, I’ve never fucked him.” She bit her bottom lip. “But a girl would be a fool for not wanting to. Bye.” She dashed off.

“Okay…” Tina rolled her eyes. “I’m glad she got called away.”

Sugar snorted, swirling her spoon in the bowl. “Don’t worry, Angel. Libby’s never tried anything with Storm. Not that he’d allow it. My nephew isn’t controlled by his dick.”

A throat cleared. Storm.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t talk about my dick.” His lips were on my cheek. “Let’s talk, Angel,” he whispered at the shell of my ear. It always made me melt when he did it.

I tilted my face toward his. “Gimme ten minutes, please.”

“You got it.” He cradled my face with one hand and kissed me. “Mmm, sweet as ever. I’ll be in our room.”

“Okay.” I smiled, running my tongue over my top lip. I eyed his squeezable ass as he left the kitchen.

“That looks promising.” Sugar nudged my arm.

“He’s going to kill Dane.” My eyes darted between Sugar and Tina. “I told him not to. That I’m fine and have moved past it.”

“Oh, honey. Let that thinking go.” Tina put down her spoon. “You mean everything to him. We all see it. Retribution is the MC way. Avenging you is what he needs to do, so he’ll be at peace.”

“But it’s not necessary. I don’t want him to get caught and go to prison.” I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “I can’t lose him.”

Sugar nodded with understanding in her eyes. “Talk to him. Plead your case. Maybe he’ll listen and leave it alone. But if he doesn’t, as his ol’ lady, you need to support him. Stand by his side.”

“Because he’s your man and you love him,” Tina added.

I steepled my hands under my chin. “I do love him.”

“Then you have your answer. We don’t live a traditional life, sweet girl.” Sugar patted my arm. “Danger lurks everywhere. These guys live to protect what’s theirs. And you’re Storm’s. His property. It’s even tattooed on the back of your neck.” Sugar collected the empty bowls. “Go to your man and makeup. It’ll all be okay.”

“I’ll go up. Thanks, ladies.”

I entered our bedroom and was shocked to see Storm in bed, arms behind his head. No shirt. His magnificent body was on full display. He was a commando man, so no boxers. The sheet dipped so low on his hips, the dark hair of his happy trail was visible.

I clenched my legs together, mesmerized by this incredibly sexy man.

“Angel…” he crooned.

“Hi…” I breathed out, locking the door. “I thought we were going to talk?”

“We’ll talk in bed. This mattress needs to be christened.” He threw back the sheet, revealing how ready he was for me. The very sight turned me molten with desire.

I padded toward the bed, whipping off my tank top. Kicking off my flip flops, I shimmied out of my shorts and thong all at once. At his side of the bed, his heated depths raked over my body, searing every inch of it.

“I don’t want you to go to prison for me.” I climbed onto him. Raising up, I braced a hand on his firm chest.

There was no time for foreplay. I wanted Storm inside me, stat.

“I’d die for you, Angel.” He palmed his cock for me to lower myself onto it. We groaned together as our bodies became one.

“I’d die with you then.”

He took my face in his large hands and guided my lips to his. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

“Tonight, I’m making love to my woman.” He kissed me sensually, stealing the air from my lungs, caressing my skin with his rough palms.

It was impossible to stay angry with this man. My heart wouldn’t allow it. Not when he loved me so perfectly.

“If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?” He nibbled my lips, raising and lowering his hips slowly.

My orgasm was building with each deep, penetrating thrust. I could hardly think. “Are you asking?”

He flipped me onto my back, his speed picking up. “No. Just curious what you’d say.” He sank deeper, hitting my G-spot.

“I’d say…” My back bowed, on the brink of shattering below him.

“Say what?” He sucked my neck and pinched my nipple between his thumb and middle finger.

“Yes,” I cried out as he hit my G-spot again.

“Again.” He went balls deep.

“Yes… I’d say yes.”

“Fuckin’ love you, Angel.”

“Not more than I love you.” I panted, hovering on edge.

“Come for me, baby.” He dropped his mouth to my nipple and sucked for all he was worth.

“Anything you say…”