Chapter Six
Storm
I run around the car to help Candy out of her seat. Thank God I took Aunt Mini's car and not my truck with me today. She's trying to get out before I can reach her. Independent little thing! Mini steps out on the porch just as I reach in and unclasp her seatbelt. I lift her out of the car to carry her into my home. It doesn’t escape me that I am carrying her like I would a bride.
"Oh the poor thing!" Mini flutters around us and holds the door open wider for me when I bring her in. "I hate hospitals."
I sit Candy down on the couch and step back so Mini can fuss over her. "I made dinner. I doubt you could have eaten yet given when you had your accident."
"Oh, thank you. I'm really not very hungry."
Mini straightens and gives me a look. I know what that look means. It means we are about to do whatever it takes to make sure Candy is healthy and happy, which means she is going to eat before she goes to bed tonight. Sure enough, as soon as I take a seat right beside Candy, Mini is flitting off to bring her something to eat.
We sit in the room in silence for a couple of minutes. I'm giving Candy time to look around and I'm sure Candy is thinking of ways to leave before the night is over, "Your aunt has a very beautiful house." Before I can answer, Mini is bustling in with a huge tray.
"Oh, it’s not mine, dear. It's Storm's."
"Ours." I correct her.
Mini chuckles and goes on like I didn't say anything, "The big house is where Storm stays. I have a little apartment out back near the pool. I love using that bad boy in the morning and evening. All of this is Storm's, I just stay around to make sure he doesn't work too hard and to watch after him."
"So tell me, how did you come to be in our small town?" Mini sits on the other side of Candy in a high-backed chair. The food on the table is light and seems to be comprised of fruits, bread, and cheeses. Mini keeps her talking as I pick up a wedge of cantaloupe and eat one. I pick up another but this one I offer to Candy.
At first, she doesn't know what to do with the offered fruit. Mini reaches for the platter and takes one for herself asking another question to distract her. Eventually, she opens her mouth allowing me to pop the wedge of fruit in her mouth. And then another one. I try the cheese next pairing it with some soft bread, so she doesn't have to chew very hard and risk hurting her head.
By the time she's finished eating most of the food, I've learned that the mixing bowl that broke is fairly expensive and that Candy is worried about replacing it. I make a mental note to order one before I go to sleep tonight. She also talks to my aunt about how anxious she is about opening the store and being a success right off the bat and about how she feels responsible for the girls because of their age.
Once everything has been eaten and my aunt and I are sure Candy is full, I stand signaling that it’s time to let Candy rest. I scoop her up in my arms and make my way over to the stairs. On the way up she mumbles something that I don't quite catch. When I ask her to repeat it, she surprises me by leaning her head on my shoulder showing me how tired she is.
"I don't have any clothes here."
"You can borrow a shirt and a pair of my boxers."
I gently place her on the bed and go to find her clothes hoping she won't think it's suspicious that my clothes are in the very room I brought her to stay in. Yeah, I took her to my room. She’ll sleep in my bed when she's in my house - even if I'm not in it. She’s the first woman to ever be in my bed and she will be the last.
I leave her with the reassurance that I will be back in thirty minutes to make sure she got in bed alright and she's responsive to me. I make my way to the office I use on this level and try to keep my mind off of the fact the woman I want is just doors down. Mini finds me there once the alarm I set on my phone goes off.
"I love her. She's adorable."
"I thought you might. She is something special."
She gives me a grin before walking with me to the room Mini is sure I put her in - mine. At the door she kisses me on the cheek, "I'll be close if you need me or if you need a break, but something tells me you've got this."
I go to check on Candy and rouse her. She's slow to come to but eventually her eyes open. "You alright, baby."
"Hmm," she nods. I talk to her a little bit more before going to do some more work. Once I finish up, I go back to the bedroom and pull an armchair up close to the bed. Candy is sleeping soundly with one leg thrown over the covers. I follow the line of her bare leg all the way up before shifting in my seat and trying to find a comfortable place for my cock trapped in my pants. The milky skin, the round curves, the thought of her wrapping those legs around me and riding me, all have my dick throbbing like a fucking toothache.
Were she not hurt, I would be on her like a beaver on a prime piece of wood - teeth, tongue, paws, and more. But I would never do that now. She's been hurt. She's in pain. I can tell by her scrunched expression in her sleep that her head is still hurting her. I check my watch and take a chance waking her a little earlier to give her the pain meds the hospital gave her.
"Baby, sit up here so you can take these for your head."
I help her sit up, the neckline of my shirt she's got on falls off one of her shoulders leaving a trail of tempting skin for my eyes to follow. "Are you in pain?"
"Little." She hands the glass of water back to me. I set it on the nightstand and turn back to her. I can't stop reaching out and running my finger down the exposed skin to the edge of the tee.
"You need to get some more rest, baby."
"Hmm," I can tell she's not fully awake because instead of telling me not to touch her she actually leans into it. I help her lean back and snuggle under the covers, dropping a kiss on her forehead as I take my seat and set my phone alarm for one more hour.
That is our night right up until five in the morning. This time when I wake her, she doesn't just roll towards me and open her eyes. This time she grabs me and pulls. I've been asleep so I'm not exactly the most stable I've ever been in my life. I catch myself before I fall all the way on top of her.
"Baby, what are you doing?"
"Snuggling." She doesn't open her eyes this time. Instead, she tries to pull me closer. "Work with me here."
I crawl over her and lay down on the other side of her. She moves further into my arms. I know there is something I should be doing but feeling Candy up against me just causes my mind to go blank and makes me want the same thing she’s wanting - snuggles.
The next time I wake up it’s to the sun shining through the curtains and Candy rocking her hips back and forth on me. I lay very still for a few seconds after consciousness returns to me and try to piece together how I ended up where I am.
I remember being pulled into the bed by a very sleepy Candy who wanted to curl up tight with me. Now she's riding me, both legs on either side of my hips and her t-shirt riding up above her waist. My hands are on her hips and for just a second, I wonder if I should move them. I don't want her to wake up and think I tried to take advantage of her. Then again, this may be the safest place for my hands given the fact that she is riding me like I'm a stripper pole.
For the record, I am completely ok with being Candy's stripper pole, but I don't know how much more I can take before I start giving back.
"Candy," My voice is little more than a growl. "Candy. Are you awake?"
There is a moment when she pushes down on my dick, which is already thick and hard for her, and I can tell she may not be wearing underwear. Holy fuck! I move my hands down a little further and over to the swell of her ass. Nothing.
"Candy, why aren't you wearing underwear?"
"Never do while I sleep."
Oh, sweet fucking Lord! I am in so much trouble! "God, Candy, you're driving me crazy." I try to keep my hips still as she slides and glides over the shaft of my cock.
My balls feel like they might explode from this. I move my head so I can try to look down and see her riding my dick but all that does is offer me another temptation. One that I can't fight this time. I take her mouth. I can tell right away that she's more than innocent - this girl's never so much as been kissed. She's a virgin. My virgin.
It's there in the untutored way she moves her hips against me, the lack of finesse when she kisses, the small shivers that rack her body over the slightest touch. I take her mouth with my own and teach her. What I do she does and in that way, we teach each other what the other likes.
"Oh God," she pulls from my lips and gives a stuttering gasp as she works her hips faster and faster on my cock. My boxers are coming further and further down and are soaked with precum. Then she growls - the cutest fucking growl I have ever heard in my life. She's getting frustrated.
"Do you need help, baby?" I whisper in her ear and wait. It doesn't take her long to answer me in the form of a little whimper. "Do you need me to show you how?"
"Yes."