Tornado (Silver Snakes MC #1)

Prologue

Tornado

Trying to forget her is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. -Tornado

I’ll never forget the day I realized that Catherine Scott was officially a woman.

Not the girl that made mud cakes with me down by the river or the playmate that threw the baseball around with me in secret in the backyard.

No longer the quiet rebel that took joy in getting dirt on those frilly dresses her Mama always dressed her in.

She wasn’t the same girl I had teased and taunted. She wasn’t just my best friend anymore.

The funny thing is that all she was doing at the time of this epiphany was sitting on a stool sketching.

I was fixing up the ancient motorcycle had gotten me for my sixteenth birthday.

She was just sitting there, quietly using a piece of charcoal to draw my side profile.

I got used to Cat drawing me years ago. She always had a sketchpad in her hands.

That day was like so many others, yet it wasn’t…

I wipe at the sweat on my neck and ask for her to hand me the wrench next to her. She barely looks up from her pad long enough to grab me a tool and then absent-mindedly thrusts it into my hands.

“This is a screwdriver, Cat,” I say in a slightly frustrated voice.

“Really?” she asks and wrinkles her nose. She finally looks up at me and I laugh.

“What?” She glances around her. “I know I got it wrong, but that’s no reason to laugh at me.”

“You have a smudge of charcoal on your nose,” I say and reach out to wipe away the spot.

Her wide blue eyes blink up at me and I suddenly feel this tightening around my heart. Instead of taking my hand away, I slowly drag a finger along her soft cheek. Has her skin always been this soft?

“Tor?” she questions softly.

For a moment, I’m under her spell. She’s so damn beautiful.

Her blonde hair is curly today, unable to be tamed even by her formidable mother.

Her blue eyes turn a darker shade as I take my time studying her.

She looks like a fairy princess, round cheeks, and a slightly upturned nose.

My gaze travels down. She’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but there’s no hiding the curves she’s gained over the last few years.

I’ve heard her mother berate her about her weight over and over again.

It always makes my stomach twist, and it takes everything within me not to slap the great Mrs. Scott.

My body freakin’ loves her curves. My dick stands up and takes notice of her full breasts and wide hips.

“Tor?” she asks again.

I blink hard, trying to clear my mind. My hand recoils like it’s on fire.

“Sorry.” I grab the wrench beside her. “This is the wrench.”

And the moment is broken. For the next few weeks, I try hard to forget that moment.

That is until the day of her eighteenth birthday party when it becomes impossible to ignore that my Cat is all grown up.

The mansion is adorned in pink everywhere in honor of the birthday girl.

I want to tell everyone that my Cat hates pink.

Her favorite color is light blue, like the color of the sky on a perfect day, she would say.

My dad hands me yet another set of keys. “Make sure you park all the cars around the back. Don’t dawdle and for God’s sake, don’t rev the engines. Mrs. Scott will raise hell if you do. She wants everything perfect.”

I just barely suppress the urge the roll my eyes, but the old man gives me a look that says he knows I want to.

“I got it, Dad. You just worry about taking all the fancy people’s coats,” I say in a sarcastic voice. “Don’t forget to kiss their ass while you’re at it.”

He does roll his eyes this time. He claps a hand on my shoulder. “Someday, son, maybe someone will be taking our coats and kissin’ our asses.”

I snort. “One can only hope.”

I twirl the keys for the Mercedes parked out front and whistle as I walk away. We’ll never be rich, but at least I get to drive a rich man’s car.

“Pssh, Tor… come here!” a whispered yell distracts me from looking into the ballroom where people are already starting to mill about in their fancy clothes.

Damn, it’s a nice setup. Gold silverware sparkles under the large crystal chandeliers.

I shake my head. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to have that much money.

I glance towards the recognizable voice and see Cat sticking her head through the swinging kitchen door. “Come here, Tor! Please!” Her voice is more frantic now and she waves a hand outside of the door to beckon me in.

I stalk towards the door. “What the hell is it, Kitty Cat? I’ve got to get this car moved or your mom will blow a gasket. You know how she is.” Nobody crosses Mrs. Scott. She’s well…to put it politely…she’s a bitch.

She tugs on my arm, and I only get a glimpse of pink fabric as I’m yanked into the pantry.

“For the ever-lovin’…” I trail off as the light cuts on.

What…what the hell happened to my Cat?

“I look ridiculous, don’t I? I can look at your face and tell. Mama made me dress like this.” She fingers the material of the pink, gauzy skirt and crinkles her nose. “Hell, I don’t even like pink. You know that. Everyone should know that. If they would only listen, damn it!”

She starts to pace. “I mean, look at you. You can’t even talk. I look so damn awful you can’t even talk.” She smacks a hand to her forehead. “I mean, what the hell am I going to do? It’s too late to change now.”

I open my mouth, and then close it abruptly.

My Cat. My Cat is simply breathtaking.

I can no longer deny that attraction that tugged at me in the garage. I’ve tried so hard,

but my head and dick are no longer at war. My dick wins easily. Well, along with my heart.

Now, with her tits spilling out of this dress, and the way her hourglass figure is

emphasized, I have only one thought. I want to hold her, kiss her, fuck the hell out of her, but most of all love her.

I stop her pacing with a hand to her shoulder. My heart is beating fast.

“Stop, Kitty Cat.” She does stop and turns to me. I caress the side of her face and her dark blue eyes widen. I’ve always told her she’s a princess. She hates when I do it, but to me she is. Today, her cheeks are extra rosy from the makeup and her lips are a dark red. Just perfect for kissing.

“Do I look awful, Tor?” She licks her lips nervously.

She’s the only one that calls me Tor. I was nicknamed Tornado because I was born during one.

My Mama also first called me that because I was always a whirlwind, and she was never able to catch me once I got going.

Cat thinks it’s a ridiculous name and always calls me Tor.

I hate my given name of Trent. It’s a rich boy name, not one I should be associated with.

I guess at one time, my parents had high hopes for me.

I run my finger lightly over her cheek again. “No, Kitty Cat. You don’t. You look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

I put my hand under her chin. She watches me with those wide eyes.

“So damn beautiful that I’m going to kiss you now, Cat. Kiss you hard and good.”

“Kiss me?” she asks in a soft voice. Her body moves subtly closer to mine and I take that as a sign of agreement.

“Yep, if you don’t want it, now’s the time to stop me,” I murmur in a husky voice.

Instead, she tugs me closer by the lapels of the stupid jacket her Mama made me wear. “Kiss me, Tor. Kiss me now.”

So, I do. It’s a kiss of teenage passion, all lips and tongue, and I groan. She tastes sweeter than anything. I want more of her. I have to have more of her.

I finally pull away and put my forehead to hers. We’re both breathing heavily. “Tonight, Cat. Tonight, I’m coming to your room.”

Her eyes have darkened to navy by the time I pull away and open the pantry door. “Tonight,” she says dreamily.

I nod my head. “That’s my girl.”

That night, I watch her dance with other guys while jealousy roils in my gut. She looks over at me occasionally with a helpless expression on her face. I know her Mama and Daddy are forcing her to dance with these yokels, but it still hurts.

But later…later that night, she’ll be mine.

I don’t realize it at the time, but the whole time I’m watching my Cat dance the night away, someone else is watching me.