Storm (Sinning Cobras MC #1) - Colbie Kay Page 0,9

beautiful Haven would be screaming while I took her to fuckin’ ecstasy. The thoughts of Haven have me fisting Cherry’s hair tighter and directing her movements.

Cherry’s mouth moves up and down my shaft faster and faster. I imagine what Haven’s full tits would feel like in my hands, how soft and wet her lips would be against my pulsating cock. I imagine how sweet she would taste on my tongue, how she would swallow every drop of my cum.

“Fuck!” I roar as my release rushes through my body.

Cherry pulls back, letting my cock fall from her mouth. “Can I get another fix?”

Grabbing my phone, I look at the time. “One more.”

“Thanks, Storm.” We go through the process all over again, but this time, I don’t allow her to remain on my bed. Once she’s unconscious, I carry her into the hallway and set her down onto the floor, and lock my bedroom door to prevent her from trying to get in there to find more drugs when she wakes up. It’s time for me to stand guard at Haven’s door and make sure the demons stay away even if she’s pissed off at me.

2 YEARS AGO

They slowly walk through the opened gate. “Can you help us?” Haven asks again.

I stare down at her in disbelief because of how tiny she is. That nightgown she’s wearing could be ripped clean off her body with one finger due to how torn it is. I’m engulfed by this feeling of wanting to kill whoever did this to her. “What do you need help with exactly? You need food? Something to drink? Clothes? You need to call somebody? What?”

“We don’t have anywhere to go. Food and some water would be nice.” She is timid, but as we walk into the clubhouse, and she enters the bar to find everyone staring at her, she screams, “Chapel, run!”

They both shoot out the door so quickly, I’m flabbergasted. Despite their condition, they can move swiftly. “The fuck?” I say more to myself than anyone before instincts kick in, and I run after them. Ace follows behind. We reach them back at the closed gate. “You come to our club begging for help now you wanna run?”

“We can’t…all those people…please don’t hurt us.” Tears cascade down her cheeks while she shakes her head. Her body shakes violently.

“Hey.” I step closer. “We won’t hurt you. We’re a motorcycle club, Darlin’. There’s always a shit ton of people around, but no one’s gonna hurt you.”

“No one will hurt us? No one will touch us?”

“No.”

“Are you going to lock us up?”

“The fuck?” Ace roars beside me.

Every time she speaks, I feel my anger bubbling more and more. “Lock you up? Where did you come from?” She doesn’t answer. “I’m not locking you up. You wanted my help, so let me help you. If you allow me to pick you up, I will carry you inside. You can take a hot shower, and I’ll get you some clothes and food. We have an empty room you can sleep in, and in the morning, you can leave if you want.”

Haven shifts toward her sister. Chapel’s eyes seem to be pleading, but I have yet to hear her say a word. Haven’s attention turns back to me. “I will allow you to carry me inside.”

Picking her up, it feels as if she weighs nothing in my arms. She tucks her head into my neck just like I told her, and I carry her through the clubhouse as Ace does with her sister. “Chapel has to stay with me. We can’t be separated,” she whispers.

“You want to shower with your sister?” My brows pull down tight. There’s something definitely fuckin’ wrong here. I put her back on her feet at the bathroom door.

“We stay in the room together but shower separately.” She stands straighter as if that will make her appear stronger.

I put my hands up in front of me. “You do whatever you want, Darlin’.”

She nods. “Will you stay at the door?”

I swallow hard. “If that’s what you want?”

She nods tentatively again.

Ace opens the bathroom door for them, and they both step inside. Once he closes it, his worried stare meets mine. “What the fuck happened to them?”

“No fuckin’ idea, but nothing good, that’s for damn sure.”

4

Haven

Chapel and I sit hand in hand on my bed, watching the door and waiting. We’re listening for any slight sound of footsteps approaching. “When do you think they’re coming?” she whispers, squeezing my hand harder.

Shaking my head,