19. Storm
She’s a squirter. Of course, my angel’s a squirter.
When she finishes, I bite down on her thigh and come up, staring at her while licking my lips. I don’t think there’s anything more perfect than this.
I don’t know how to apologize. Doing what I do best is the only thing I can think of. Words are not enough. But I see the hurt in her eyes, the way she wants to say no to me, but we’re drawn together like two magnets unable to part. I hate that I kissed Desire tonight, letting a stupid comment unravel my pain and hurt my chances of being with this impeccable woman. I hope Auden regrets kissing Dee, too. Because I was ready to tear him open and throw away twenty-five years of friendship for her.
I hurt her and I will never do that again.
I yank my shirt off and scramble out of my clothes, making sure to toss that sexy bra off of her. As soon as the condom’s in place, I stare at her; she’s already dripping for me. She bites her lip and her toes are curled. Christ, Auden. I’m going to destroy you tonight.
I pull her hips toward me and try to enter her; it’s like her pussy won’t let me. It takes me three tries before I’m in and thrusting hard. She likes it from the soft moans she releases.
Her legs are on my shoulders and I lick up her ankle, looking down at her. “Forgive me.”
Her eyebrows come together, staring deeply at me, eyes piercing a hole through my soul and taking what belongs to her. She reaches for the pillow again and I chuckle. She doesn’t need that pillow. I want people to hear what I’m doing to her. I remove it as I’m collapsing on her and finally kissing those lips. She moans against them and scratches down my back.
I wince, but it feels so fucking good. “Fuck.”
“Oh, God!” she moans loudly.
“Say my name.”
“Luke,” she squeals. I lift my head from her neck and stare at her, cheeks hot. No one has ever called me that during sex before. It’s my real name. She calls me by my real name. “Oh, Christ, Luke.”
“Auden,” I moan, leaving my mark on her neck. “Fuck, Auden, I’m sorry. Forgive me. Please?”
“Cum with me!” She practically shouts this.
So, I do, letting out moans louder than we should, and from the banging on the walls, we’ve disturbed everyone. Good. Her moans are like a symphony. They deserve to be heard.
I look at her and smile, leaning down to kiss her again but she places a finger on my lips to stop me. We’re out of breath, sweaty, and staring at each other. “I’m sorry,” I say again.
She grabs my bottom lips between her thumb and index finger and pulls down until I’m at her breast. Her perfect fucking nipples are hard as rock.
“Prove it,” she says as if the sex we just had wasn’t proof enough.
“That was my last condom.”
“I said, prove it,” she orders, pushing my head down on her breast.
I do. I prove it again. She goes on top and chokes me. Oh, she’s kinky and I love it. I’m definitely not finished with her tonight. I need to prove to her how much I’ll worship her. How much better of a man she deserves. I’ll give her the best. She’ll get my best.
I could have lost this. Lost her. These feelings, this pull; I’ve never been drawn to a woman as I am to her. God brought her to me. He made her specifically for me. My angel. I almost lost my angel. My sexy, caring, perfect little angel. I’m sorry.
We’re lying back, sheets loosely draped on our sweaty, naked bodies. Our breathing has relaxed substantially, but we don’t move. We stare at the ceiling until one of us speaks. I want to tell her I’m an idiot, that this is why people look down on me. I want to tell her I like her. I want to explain to her how she saved me. I can’t tell her how she saved me, though. It’ll break her heart.
“You called me Luke,” I finally say.
“You said say my name. That’s your name, isn’t it?”
“No one calls me Luke,” I say, not even the cops when I see them come into the bar.
She rolls her eyes and chuckles, fixing the sheet on her so she can turn over. “Sorry, Storm.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m sorry, babe. I’m a fucking idiot and…I’m just…sorry.”
“I know,” she whispers, placing her hand on my arm.
I don’t deserve her forgiveness. I don’t deserve someone so stunning. But she’s mine. As soon as I lay my cards on the table, I’ll tell her how much she means to me.
I desperately need a smoke after the sex. I’m still shaking it was so good. “You only go by Auden here?”
“I’m in the process of legally changing it,” she tells me.
“Why’s that? I like Charlotte. You look like a Charlotte.”
“My grandmother’s name was Charlotte, and she died the day I was born. My mom thought it was fitting to name me after her, but it isn’t since I never met the broad. And if we’re being completely transparent, I’m adopted, so that woman doesn’t mean much to me as it does to half the family who met her. I wanted something unique, not something tying me to a family I don’t feel a part of,” she explains. I sympathize with her. She feels like an outcast. I feel like an outcast. She feels different than those who love her. So do I.
Charlotte and Luke are one and the same.
I nod and brush hair from her face. “I get that.”
“Why’d you leave today?” she asks so innocently.
“I didn’t feel good enough for you.”
“You making out with someone after screwing me all morning, proves you’re not good enough for me.”
I shake my head and stare at the ceiling. I don’t want her to see my eyes gloss over. “I know.”
“I think your family and friends know about the two of us,” she says, licking her lips. “After I left the washroom, Dee came up to me and apologized for hitting on me. He said he didn’t know I was yours.” She lifts a shoulder, moving her hair off of it. “I told him it was fine that it was just…the alcohol talking.”
My heart thumps, breathing shallows, and I turn my head slightly to look at her. “Are you mine?”
“I don’t belong to anyone.”
Yet.
I chuckle, turning my head completely. “When you become my girl, I think Frank is going to kick my ass.”
She pushes her lips together, reaching out to play with my nipple ring. “Will Stacy and Gerri tell anyone that you’ve been here with me? We made such a racket. Gosh, they must think I’m crazy.”
It’s like she doesn’t want people to know.
I scoff, thinking the worst of her. But how can I blame her for being scared to be seen with me? I have a bad reputation, she’ll get one, too. “Do I have that bad of a reputation you don’t want people to be like oh, of course, she’s sleeping with him?” I clench my jaw and she moves her arm away from me.
“N-no. I just, um, I-I don’t want Frank to kick your ass,” she stutters. Her face is sincere. “S-sorry.”
She gets up and goes to the washroom, closing the door behind her. Shit. I upset her. But I want to be seen with her. I want people to know she’s mine. My reputation in this town is tainted. Ruined. But being with her, she’ll see that I’m not that horrible. I’m an asshole, sure. We all deserve one chance, that one fuck up we get to sweep under the rug. She gave me that one chance. But even then, I’m not good enough. Not even to her.