33. Storm
My bedroom door bursts open Thursday morning and Matt comes in; he’s shirtless, one sock on, the button on his jeans still open, and a hickey on his neck. Matt has been screwing Desire for months, wanting nothing more than what I did out of her—I thought I heard her voice last night while sleeping with Auden. Truthfully, I never felt anything for Desire. I felt bad for the girl, but she opens her legs to every guy in this town. No one wants to get into a relationship with her because of it. She’s not Auden; none of my fucks are Auden. Their memories will stay in this apartment, in this town, and stuffed into a folder I’ll never open again in my head. Charlotte “Auden” Summers. She’ll take over everything.
I groan, turning over. “Go away, Matt,” I scoff, turning onto my back and pinching the bridge of my nose. “What time is it?”
“Like nine,” he says, looking at Auden as she lifts the comforter over her head and turns onto her side. He nods his head at her. “You serious about her?”
“Extremely,” I say, sitting up and resting my head against the headboard so I can have my morning smoke.
I light up and let the smoke rise slowly, trickling out my nostrils. The first smoke of the day is like a smoke after sex. Deserving, relaxing, like taking a breath of fresh air.
“Diamond in the rough,” he comments, holding out his hand for a drag. I blow the smoke away from where Auden is sleeping and nod. She truly is my diamond.
I take the cigarette back for a puff. “I’m gonna marry her.”
“She’s the type of girl you marry,” he says, fixing his jeans.
“And have babies with. So many babies.” I chuckle and so does Matt.
“Happy for you, man. It’s been a rough few years,” he says, taking the cigarette from me.
I roll my head on the headboard to look down at Auden who’s under the lump of blankets. “Thanks.”
Matt puts out my cigarette. “Mind giving me a lift home?”
“Yeah, we gotta head to Frank and Stevie’s anyway,” I reply. “Drop you off on the way.”
“Thanks, man,” he says, helping himself to my closet. He takes out one of my hoodies and nods. “Borrowing this.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I point at the door. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way back to my couch.”
Matt chuckles before heading to the couch and plopping on it with a sputter. He doesn’t close my door. All right, I’ll give him a fucking show.
I yawn, scooting down the bed and pulling the covers over my head. I leave kisses on Auden’s shoulder, her neck, her cheek, and stop when I reach her lips. She groans, shaking her head away from me.
I smile even though she can’t see me. “Morning, babe.”
She chuckles sleepily, that dimple poking through. “You stink,”
“Morning breath.” I breathe out, making her laugh, and turn her head away.
“No, I meant you reek of cigarette smoke.”
I climb on top of her. “I’ll quit, then.”
“You don’t have to do that for me,” she says, adjusting her legs so naturally. Christ, we’re perfect together.
“I’d do anything for you.”
My mouth falls on hers and we kiss, no matter what I smell or taste like. I bet she can’t get enough of me just like I can’t get enough of her.
We try to stay quiet knowing Matt is in the room over, but I fail before she does. I let out a moan when she drags her fingers up my back and I push deeply within her. Without hesitation, a soft moan leaves her, and that was enough to start us up. We’re loud when we fuck, louder than I’ve ever been. I’m a quiet lover, but with her, she brings out the screamer in me.
“Oh, God!” she moans, rolling her head back and arching her back as I touch her. I stop thrusting and focus on her, I want her to finish at the same time as me.
How she’s squirming and pushing at my wrist, she’s going to cum. I start thumping quickly, touching her, and fucking her. Only thing I want to do forever.
“Fuck!” I belt, holding still and releasing.
We’re shaking and neither of us moves. It’s like our go’s just continue to get more intense. This woman will be the death of me.
She sighs satisfied. “Jesus.”
My breathing is erratic. “I’m fucking shaking.”
“Guess I’m just that good.”
“No, baby. You are that good,” I say, breathlessly.
“About fucking time you shut up!” Matt yells from the living room.
She gasps, covering her face and laughing uncontrollably. That laugh has become my obsession. “I completely forgot he was here,” she says, moving her hands to her mouth.
“I didn’t.”
She gasps again, hitting my chest. “Storm.”
“Hey, he slept in my apartment where I have my angel. If he wasn’t expecting to hear us, then he’s more of an idiot than I thought,” I say, getting comfortable beside her.
“You’re trouble, you know that,” she says, propping her head on her hand.
I waggle my eyebrows. “Best kinda trouble, right?”
She giggles again and kisses my chest before she rises. Goddamn is she ever perfect. I thank God every single moment of every day since I met her for keeping me alive. I will be my best for her. And if I’m not, then I’m going to try really damn hard to be.