Chapter 46
FORTY-SIX
SHAE
T he fullness between my thighs lets me know I fell asleep with a dick inside me. Which would be horrifying in any other situation, but now, with there being hours until sunrise, I’m a whole host of contradictions.
“Keep squeezing that pussy around me, and you’re gonna get fucked again, Sweetness.”
Oh, fuck. My eyes squeeze tighter because the way his sleep-rough voice courses down my spine has me clenching even more, arousal flowing down like a Slip ' N ' Slide.
“Hmmmm,” Storm growls, rocking his pelvis up so that his even-harder dick kisses against my cervix.
Damn you and your big dick, Storm Sandoval.
“Storm,” I begin, sliding back to disengage us, but he grabs my hips, pulling me back into position.
And sliding my clit against his pubic bone.
“Storm,” I say again, sitting up this time and facing him. He reclines on the pillows with one arm thrown over his head. His other hand latches to my hip, keeping us pressed together.
“As much as I’m enjoying this moment,” I say on a breath, but Storm sits up in one smooth movement, activating his abdominal muscles in a way that has my mouth going dry.
“First things first, Sweetness,” he murmurs, latching onto my neck.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” he says, pulling me closer to his mouth with a hand on my back.
I shiver.
“O-oh?” I stutter.
“Mmhmm,” he says, his broad hand gripping my ass cheek. “How do you want it, baby?”
I don’t even know what he’s talking about at this point; he’s got me so discombobulated.
“How do I want it?” I repeat dumbly.
“Mmhmm,” he replies, latching on to my nipple, and here I go, rocking back and forth on his dick.
“You’ve got three seconds to choose, Shae,” he rasps, his fingers going to my clit. I can’t help it, I release a low, grumbling moan, completely lost to sensations.
“You want it like this? Do you want it from the back?” he asks, his lips close to my ear. And hell, I don’t care, as long as I get to come very soon.
“It’s whatever you want,” I groan, and in a flash, he’s got me on my stomach, then halfway on my side. My bottom leg stretches straight, and he straddles it.
“What are you—” I start, but then he grabs my top leg, anchoring it over his arm at the knee, and surges into me, battering my pussy like a goddamn piston.
“Fuck, Storm!”
“Yeah, you love it when I ruin you there, don’t you?”
God , yes. Ruin the fuck out of me.
“I fucking love it ,” I grunt, already there at the peak of a full-body orgasm. But then he switches arms and throws my top leg over his right shoulder, which frees him to lean down, his face inches from mine, while he has me folded over like a pretzel.
This man is gonna kill me, and I’m gonna smile the entire time I’m dying.
“Say it, Shae. You’re addicted to this dick, aren’t you?” he grinds out, his eyes flashing as he sluts me out all over this bed.
But a bratty part of my personality absolutely requires me to push back.
“S’all right,” I say, my voice trembling. Storm smirks, but doesn’t slow, the gleam in his eye positively evil.
“Oh, it’s only ‘all right?’” he asks, doing some kind of magic move that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Mmhmm!” I reply, moaning like a goddamn porn star.
“I can do better, then,” he says, kicking his grin to the side.
A demon takes over. That’s the only way to explain what the fuck happens to Storm and what he does to me.
I’m right there in seconds, ready to come so hard I lose my vision, but before I can tip over that final bit, Storm pulls out of my body and leaps off the bed.
“What the?” I shout, chest heaving as I watch in astonishment while he pulls on a fresh pair of black boxers and pins his still-hard dick beneath the waistband.
“Oh, you asshole.” I chuckle darkly, realizing he’s punishing me for my brattiness, and hell, I did ask for it.
Still, I need to come. Like, right now.
Leaning back on the bed, I spread my legs and walk my fingers down my stomach and to my wet snatch.
“I don’t need your help, Storm Sandoval,” I say, teasing him while spreading my lips lewdly for his view. He licks his lips, his gaze scorching, and right when my thighs start to tremble again, he’s right there…pulling my fingers from my body and sucking on them.
Hard.
“Storm!” I shout, and he laughs.
“You wanna come, baby?” he teases.
“Yes!” I cry. “I’m on fucking fire over here, so yes, I want my nut!”
His lips press together as if he’s trying not to laugh.
“Well then, Sweetness, all you’ve got to do is admit it. Admit you need me.” When he says the last part, all humor dies in my chest. He’s not teasing. He’s not talking only about sex.
He’s asking if I need him. If I long for him, for the fullness of what we have.
He wants to know if I’m happy he’s back—that we’re back in this place where we’re bared to each other.
With slow movements, I take my free hand and place it on his cheek.
“Yes,” I say with a clear tone. “I need you, Storm. I’ll always need you.”
He releases a shaky breath, smiling, then his lips press against mine for a long, dizzying kiss.
This. This part I really missed. Being intimate, being…in love.
Storm moves down my body, his intention clear to lick me until I come, but I stop him.
“No,” I whisper. “I want to come with you inside me.”
He pauses only for a second before bringing me to the edge of the bed and pulling his boxers off.
“I need you, too,” he says, running his thick head up and down my slit. “But need is a weak word for what I feel.”
He slams into my body to the hilt, fucking into me as if angry and overjoyed; as if lost and found.
“Tell me I’m not alone in this,” he grinds out, pressing his thumb to my clit and bringing me back to the cliff. “Tell me I’m not the only one who’s here completely.”
I give him a worried, confused look. He knows I’m right here—that I’m ten toes down for us.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I whisper, and he pants, looking away as he freezes inside me.
My face screws up even harder as I cry without really knowing why. Maybe it’s the raw way he delivers the statement or the blatant vulnerability on his face.
All I know is Storm woke up feeling unsure and uneasy, and he’s trying to reconnect and reassure himself.
Right now, he needs to know I’m not gonna let him fall.
“Hold me, baby,” I murmur, pulling him down to my chest as he shudders at my words. Pleasure zips down my spine and centers at my clit. “Don’t look away. Don’t look away while I come for you.”
With a deep breath, I keep my eyes open as his strokes start again, deepening, rocking into me.
It doesn’t take long for me to break.
Cracking open over his dick, the rush of my climax makes my back bow and my head snap back.
But I keep my eyes open, just as he keeps his gaze fixed on mine.
“I love you, Storm,” I vow, and I don’t let myself intellectualize my statement. I just speak from the heart.
“I love you, too, Shae,” he confesses. “So fucking much.”
I’m still riding high from my orgasm, so when Storm changes his angle, chasing his high inside my body, I run my hands up and down his back, encouraging him to use me however he wants.
He grunts, still looking at me.
“You want it, Sweetness?” His features tighten, and I know he’s right there on the edge. My legs tighten around his waist in reply.
“All of it. I want all of it, Storm,” I murmur.
“Oh, fuck ,” he moans, dropping his forehead to mine as he floods my body with his cum.
Pulsing and rocking, Storm empties himself inside me.
And not once does he look away.
We stay like that, connected with our gazes locked, for a long minute, maybe more. We would stay like that, if not for the incessant buzzing coming from the nightstand on Storm’s side of the bed.
“Should you get that?” I ask, running my nose back and forth against his. Storm blows out a breath.
“Probably,” he replies. “But I’m literally in the best place inside this entire house, so I’m not hard pressed to do so.”
I squeeze him with my inner muscles.
“Give me a minute. I’m old, baby,” he says, and I chuckle. The mood turns serious as I run my fingertips up and down his back.
“What’s wrong, Storm? Talk to me,” I whisper.
Storm breathes for a few heartbeats, still keeping us close together. I give him time to process. This new phase of us, the one where we’re open and vulnerable and equally carry each other, is new.
We’re figuring it out as we go, and that’s okay.
“I had…a nightmare,” he says. “You’d think it’d be impossible to have a bad dream while falling asleep inside the love of your life, but it is what it is, I guess.”
He gives me a sideways grin, as if trying to deflect the serious moment.
“What was the nightmare about?” I ask, keeping a steady up-down cadence with my hands on his back. He blows out a breath.
“You left me. You and the kids packed up and disappeared. I can’t sort out the specifics, I just knew I’d fucked up, and then you were gone.”
I hum, still rubbing his back, and he sinks into me, relaxing bit by bit.
“Here,” he says, rolling us over so that I sit on top of him. His spend seeps out of me and onto his stomach. After placing my palms on his chest, I run them up and down the broad expanse of skin.
“All right, proceed with your dream analysis, Sweetness.”
I pat his chest, sucking my teeth.
“No analysis,” I say lightly. “Just reality.”
His gaze turns haunted.
“And that is?” he murmurs.
“The reality is, Mr. Sandoval, I’m not going any-damn-where.” I lean down, giving him a deep kiss, a heartfelt kiss.
A kiss that comes from the soul.
A kiss that says, “I’m locked the fuck in, and so are you.”
Storm rips his lips from mine, panting hard as he stares deep into my eyes.
“I’m here ‘til death do us part, baby. You down?” he pants.
“I’m down to the grave and beyond,” I reply. Because I mean that shit. “What’s it ol’ dude said? The only way out is in a box .” Then I throw signs.
Storm lets out a guttural laugh that sends vibrations from my snatch to my gut. I laugh right along with him.
The buzzing starts up again, and I roll off him, glaring at his phone.
“You really should get that,” I say, and Storm sits up, sighing.
The phone rings one more time before Storm answers.
“Storm Sandoval.”
Storm is silent for a long moment, but then all calm breaks in my body when he grinds out a single word: “Lakeland.”
I scramble across the bed, pressing my ear against his cell phone to pick up the other end of the conversation.
“Nephew, how are you enjoying your family reunion? Pretty precocious kids you have there. Has anybody told you that they look just like your Mama?”
Storm practically vibrates, standing and rushing to the wall where he moves aside a painting, and a gun safe comes into view.
“I’m gonna fucking annihilate you,” Storm says in a voice so dark, it makes my arms break out in goosebumps.
His spine straightens, and after several tense heartbeats, he slams the phone into the ground.
I’m stunned for a second, but then shout, “What’s going on!” I lurch off the bed, reaching for my clothes. Storm steps into long pants and boots, lacing them up faster than I’ve ever seen anyone dress. He spins back to the safe, punches in the code, and yanks out an AR-15—plus four extra clips.
“ What’s happening !” I shout again, sliding in front of him when he storms toward the door. His face twitches, as if just now recognizing I’m in the room with him.
“Sweetness. You need to stay here—go to the safe room in the closet, and I’ll get the kids into theirs.” My eyes widen as if he’s talking Greek, which he might as well be for all the sense he’s making.
“We’re in imminent danger?” I ask, trying like hell to catch up quickly, despite him not saying much.
“Yes,” he grinds out.
“And you want me to sit in the safe room while our babies are out there with the danger?” I push past him and head to the gun cabinet, grabbing the modified shotgun from the case.
I stuff some ammo in my jogger pockets and check the chamber to make sure the gun’s loaded and ready to blow some heads off.
“I need you to stay here, Shae. Please, let me make sure you’re safe,” he says, tension straining his voice.
“Let me make sure you’re safe!” I shout back. “Isn’t this what we’re supposed to do? Be partners? So let’s stop wasting time and get the fuck on!”
He seems to contemplate that for a second before nodding. I stalk past him, but he grabs my arm.
“Keep your eyes open and don’t get hurt,” he orders, then crushes his mouth to mine like it might be the last time. I refuse to believe that, though.
“Kids first, then you’ll all get in the safe room,” he says. I’m about to either argue with him or agree when a slam from somewhere deep inside the house breaks the quiet, and terror sizzles down my spine.
“Storm!” I shout, but we’re both on the move, sprinting down the hall toward the twins’ rooms.
Immediately, there’s a body on the ground just steps from our door. The guard whose name I don’t know stares at the ceiling, a neat hole in his forehead and blood pooling around him.
I don’t scream. I don’t break down. Instead, I stiffen my spine and step over the fallen man.
Storm keeps his gun up as we move down the hall, and when we reach the opening separating the side with my room and the kids, I stare in horror.
Littered across the floor are nearly every guard we have on the property. At least twenty corpses, all with kill shots.
“How did we not hear this?” I whisper, my lips numb.
“Silencers,” Storm mutters, his face blank but his eyes spitting fire. “But how did they get taken down like this?”
I start to feel cold. Very, very cold.
“Kids. We need to get to them,” he says, and my pulse speeds up nearly to the point of arrhythmia as we run toward their door.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Storm and I skid into their rooms.
Their empty rooms.
“Tempest! Raiden!” I forget we’re supposed to move in silence. I forget that I promised to be at his side.
I forget everything because the only thing I can see is my children’s vacant beds.
I rip open the closet. The panel to their safe room is dark, not activated, which means no one’s inside.
My knees threaten to buckle.
“Tempest! Raiden!” I scream again, voice shredded.
Still nothing. Storm’s hands land on my shoulders, pulling at me.
Breathe. Breathe, Shae.
My vision goes fuzzy; my chest seizes, unable to draw in air.
“ Where are my babies! ”
I scream. Storm moves in front of me, and I scream, and I scream.
A shadow moves behind Storm as his mouth moves, but no sound reaches me.
Watch out!
I try to yell, but it’s too late. Storm drops to the ground like a rock, and then I’m face-to-face with our assailant. An empty smile stretches across their face.
“No!” I screech.
Then everything goes black.