Chapter 6
Kenzee
“Keep your hands up,” he yells at me once more as he moves around me.
“I am.”
“No, you’re droppin’ them and the first thing they’re gonna do is take advantage of that.”
“I’m not dropping my hands!” I argue with him. He smirks at me, and we keep going until he pops me a good one in the face. I stumble back from the force and reach up with my gloved hand to rub my face.
“Asshole,” I grumble.
“Told you to keep your hands up.”
“How long have you been doing this?” I ask as I step back into him.
“Since I was ten. My dad had me trained young. I still go to the gym so I can keep up with my trainin’.”
“Ten? Jesus. That must have been rough,” I tell him.
“Not at all. I loved it. I knew how to defend myself, and it kept me in shape the rest of my life.”
“And in prison?”
“I still worked out when I was out in the yard,” he tells me, raising his hands once more. “Now focus.” We go round and round for what seems like hours. Sweat drips down my temples as Storm keeps working with me. I find that I like this. I like learning, and I like how he teaches.
When we’re finished, we both drop down into the chairs in my backyard, grabbing the bottles of water I brought out.
“What’re your plans tonight?” He asks.
“I don’t have any. I have to work tomorrow,” I tell him.
“What do you do?” He asks as he catches his breath.
“You’re going to laugh.”
“Doubt it. What is it?”
“I work at a funeral home.”
‘Doin’ what?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
“The makeup on the bodies.”
“What the hell? You’re serious?”
“Yeah. Been doing it for years. The way I look at it, I don’t have to deal with living people, and I can make them look nice for their loved ones.”
“Do you like it?” I nod as I bring the bottle to my lips and take another long pull before setting it back on the table.
“Yeah, I do. It makes me feel good that they look good for their families. We couldn’t have an open casket for dad,” I tell him, feeling the emotions as it slowly drowns me.
I hate it. I hate that even after all this time I can’t seem to move past the pain of losing him and the way I last saw him. It kills me inside.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ve had to learn to make my peace with what is, right?” he nods his head and sets his bottle on the table before standing and stretching. I almost think he’s going to leave and go back to the clubhouse when he holds out his hand. I look at his hand and back to his face.
“What?”
“We’re goin’ in.”
“No, we’re not.”
“Yeah, we are. A deal's a deal, Kenz.” The thought of having him inside my house, in my space, doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t want anyone in there. But he’s right. I did make a deal. And I don’t back down on my deals.
I shove out of my chair, keeping my head held high as he chuckles, and I lead him inside. Storm follows me through the house and into my bedroom.
“Can I take a shower?” I ask him, crossing my arms over my chest.
“We’re takin’ a shower.”
“Together?”
“Yeah, Kenz. Together.” He strips out of his shorts and ignores me as he heads into the bathroom and looks at me over his shoulder. I sigh and follow him in there, pulling my sports bra over my head and tossing it to the side.
Storm starts the shower as I finish stripping out of my clothes. Then he motions for me to climb in as I stare at him.
“Ladies first,” he says with a grin. I roll my eyes and move past him, stepping into the glass shower. Storm follows me in and closes the door behind him before grabbing the soap and bringing it to his nose.
“Smells like you.”
“Well, it’s my soap,” I remind him. He chuckles and begins to lather himself up when he turns to me. He reaches for me, grabbing my upper arm and tugging me toward him. I raise my hands to keep from falling into him, my hands landing on his chest. My eyes shoot to his as he grins darkly down at me.
Neither of us spoke as he began to lather my body with soap. I bite my lip to keep from groaning as he moves down my legs.
“Spread them,” he says, nudging my thighs.
“I can do that.”
“Or I can do it. Spread them, Kenz.” It’s a demand this time.
And I do it. I spread my legs, and Storm begins to wash my inner thighs before going up further.
The bar of soap hits the floor right before his hand is there.
He’s massaging my pussy, and my chest is heaving.
I know that I agreed to this, but why the hell does it have to feel so good?
Storm keeps massaging me before slapping his hand against my pussy. I gasp loudly, and he does it again. My nipples pebble, and my breathing comes faster.
“You like it?” I don’t answer him. I can’t. “Tell me, Kenz. Do you like it?” Another slap and I moan loudly this time.
“Yes,” I whisper. He groans before pulling away from me, and that’s when I move. He can’t turn me on like this and then just move. That’s not fair.
I grab his cock, and my lips part, my eyes shooting to his. He smirks at me as I tilt my head.
“What is that?”
“You never heard of pearling?” I shake my head.
“No.”
“It’s small beads inserted under the skin,” he tells me.
“Why would you want that done?” I ask now.
“Stroke my cock,” he says instead of answering me. I almost move my hand, and he must be able to see the look in my eyes because he shakes his head and wraps his hand around mine, forcing me to stroke it.
Once he sees I’m going to do it myself, he lets go and tips his head back. I keep stroking it, wondering what it would feel like inside of me. Is it going to hurt? Does it hurt him?
“You were a kid when you went to prison,” I say.
“Yeah. Had this done not long before I went in.”
“As a kid?”
“I was always a big kid, Kenz,” he groans as I keep stroking him. I’m about to drop to my knees when he reaches for me, dragging my body into his. My hands slam against his chest once more before he lowers his head, his lips hovering close to mine.
“You want me to kiss you?” He asks. Do I?
I don’t fucking know what I want. I don’t really want to do this, but I agreed to it.
I nod my head slowly, and Storm leans down, pressing his lips to mine.
At first, the kiss is gentle, but it doesn’t take long for it to turn lethal.
The way he devours my mouth has my knees shaking.
The way his tongue slips past my lips and toys with mine has my insides on fire.
I swore I wasn’t going to be with a guy in the club, and here I am kissing him. No. That’s not what this is. This is a simple deal. He can fuck me, and I can learn what I need to protect myself. That’s all this is.
His hands fall to my ass, gripping the cheeks in his hands before lifting me and pressing me against the wall of the shower. He pulls his mouth from mine and groans.
“You know how much I wanna be inside of you?” He growls. I shake my head, feeling my lips swollen.
“Yeah, you do, Kenz. You know exactly what I want.” He drops his hand between us and grabs his cock, touching it to my entrance. My lips part before he slowly shoves himself inside of me.
“Oh God,” I say softly, but then he makes me scream. He plunges in, thrusting as hard and as deep as he possibly can. The beads drag against my sensitive areas, causing me to squirm.
“What do they feel like?” He asks, pressing his lips to my neck before sinking his teeth in. I cry out from the pain as he rolls his hips. “Tell me,” he demands this time.
“I can’t even describe it,” I whine as he keeps going. He pumps into me so roughly that I think I’m going to break in two right before he pulls out.
“Get out,” he says, stepping away from me and out of the shower.
He turns the water off and watches me, waiting.
I step out, and he reaches for me, shoving me against the counter before he’s back inside of me.
I’m bent over the counter, and he’s fucking me as we both look in the mirror.
I close my eyes, and his hand smacks against my ass.
“Eyes open.”
I quickly snap my eyes open and look at him in the mirror. He looks so damn feral right now and I can’t help but love it. One of his hands leaves my hip and comes up to wrap around my throat. I gasp as he squeezes lightly. My eyes are wide, watching him, watching me.
His other hand grips my hip tighter to the point of pain. I’ve never been fucked like this before. Never this rough. Every guy I’ve ever been with has been easy and gentle with me. But not Storm. He’s taking what he needs, and I’m happily giving it to him.
The harder he thrusts, the tighter his hand gets around my throat until I can’t breathe. I’m about to panic when I feel him swell inside of me.
“Come on, Kenz. Come for me, or you’re gonna pass out,” he warns me as he pumps in and out of me. I can’t take it. I can’t do this. I start to shake my head when his hand tightens even more. My lips are parted, my lungs screaming in pain, needing the sweet oxygen that he’s depriving me of.
“You’re gonna pass out,” he warns once more as dots start to dance in front of my eyes.
I feel him come inside of me before his hand drops down to my clit.
A few small strokes and I’m falling apart for him just like he wanted.
His hand leaves my throat, and I cough, gasping for air as I suck in as much as I can.
Storm keeps pumping into me slower this time.
When he’s finally finished, and I can breathe again, he pulls out of me and grabs a towel.
“You’re gonna sleep like that,” he says, nodding toward my thighs.
“No I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal!”
“Changed the rules, darlin’. When I fuckin’ cum inside of you, that’s where it stays.” With that, he turns and walks out of my bathroom.