Chapter 12
Kenzee
“I have to work,” I tell him but he doesn’t seem to care. The bastard.
“You called out,” he says.
“No I didn’t.”
“Okay, I called out for you. Told him you were a little tied up,” Storm says before winking at me.
“How long are we going to do this, Storm?”
“As long as I feel like it,” he says as he pulls his shorts off and grabs his cock. That fucker is hard after looking at me for what seems like forever but he hasn’t made a move to touch me either.
Storm slowly fists his cock as he watches me, running his hand up and down the shaft.
I lick my lips as I sit back and take him in.
Storm is built from being in prison. He said that he worked out a lot, and you can tell that by looking at him.
He knows he looks good, and I think he’s using that to his advantage right now.
He keeps stroking his cock while his eyes are on mine, his muscles tensing and bulging with every tug.
“This could be in your pussy right now. That tight little thing could be wrapped around me, milkin’ me.”
“So why isn’t it?”
“You fucked up, Kenz. You made a mistake.”
“So I shouldn’t have jumped her. I’m sorry, okay?” He chuckles and keeps tugging his cock.
“Sorry isn’t good enough. What if you were hurt? What if there were more of them?”
“There weren’t,” I whisper as he groans and begins to move his hand faster. Now he’s moving toward me, so close I could reach out and touch him, but I know better than to try.
“There could have been. That's enough for me to get pissed, Kenzee. Now you’re gonna watch me come all over that pretty little face of yours. You’re gonna sit there like a good girl, and you’re gonna take it all, yeah?
” he tells me. I shake my head no slowly, but his eyes are on fire, and so is my fucking body.
Storm moves closer and tugs on his cock harder and faster until I see it.
His cum spurts out, hitting me in the face as he grunts and groans.
I’ve never had a man do this to me before. I’ve never had a man like Storm either.
Hot strings of cum splatter on my face as I keep watching him. When he’s done, he releases the hold he has on his cock and my free hand slips between my legs. Storm notices and quickly moves to slap it away before he reaches for my face, running his fingers through the mess he made.
“You look so fuckin’ good like this. Covered in me.
Lettin’ everyone know who you fuckin’ belong to now.
You over it now, Kenz? You over the fact that I snapped that bitches neck in front of you?
” The memory assaults me, and I almost lose it all over again, but Storm clamps his hand over my mouth, shoving a cum covered finger past my lips.
“Don’t talk, darlin’. Not now.” He pulls his hand free and climbs onto the bed, spreading my legs as he goes. He gets himself in position and leans down, running his tongue along my wet pussy.
“Storm,” I say his name but he doesn’t listen.
“You’re gonna tell me you’re over it, Kenzee. You’re gonna tell me that I can uncuff you and you’re gonna calm down,” he demands before getting back to work. His tongue works like magic on my body, and I find myself arching into him.
He loves it when I do that, he growls and goes at me harder, faster. I’m a panting mess as he eats my pussy like a starved man and I can’t help but love every second of it.
“Say it, Kenz.” He says, pulling away for only a second before diving back in.
“Oh fuck, Storm,” I whine as he flicks my clit and circles it, toying with it.
I’m so fucking close, and he knows it. He slows down, waiting for me to answer him, and I do.
“I’m over it! Fuck, Storm, I’m over it.” He groans as he pulls away from me and reaches for the key, unhooking the cuff. Then he drops onto the bed on his back.
“Ride my face, Kenzee.”
At first, I don't think I am going to do it, but then I see the dark look in his eyes, so I climb over him. He grabs my hips and pulls me down, devouring my pussy as I hold tightly to the headboard.
He drags my body over his mouth, and I cry out for him. I never knew that things could feel this good, but Storm seems to know how to do it perfectly.
When my legs begin to tremble, he works harder and faster until I let go. He growls against me and eats up everything that I release for him.
“Shit,” I grumble as his tongue works its way in and out of me. When my body slowly calms, he releases my hips, and I climb off him, dropping onto the bed next to him.
“You’re gonna stop bein’ so reckless,” he tells me.
“You can’t change who I am, Storm.”
“No, and I don’t want to. I just want you to be safe, baby. Jumpin’ those fuckers when we aren’t ready isn’t bein’ safe.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Good. Now that we have that out of the way.” He yawns before reaching for me and pulling me against him. “I’m fuckin’ tired.”
“Then let’s sleep.” He lifts his head to look at me, and I raise mine to look at him.
“You’re gonna stay with me?”
“Yeah. If that’s okay.”
“You never have to ask if it’s okay, Kenz. This is what I wanted, you being here with me.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, it is.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead before letting his head drop back on the pillow. I snuggle back into him and just lie here, enjoying the moment together. But with the club comes drama. And that’s exactly what’s happening right now.
I hear the shots, I know what they are. Storm does too as he leaps from the bed, grabbing his pants and gun.
“Stay there,” he says, pointing at me. I nod and pull the sheet up to my chest as he leaves the room, leaving the door open behind him. I think about sneaking over to see what’s happening, but then I see Patch flying down the hallway, and I think better of it.
I hear the commotion, but not anymore shots so I slip out of the bed and pull my clothes back on just as Storm comes back.
“Some asshole was shootin’ at the place next door,” he says.
“Jesus. Thought we were under attack.”
“You’re safe, baby.”
“I know I am. With you.” He smiles at me, and it makes my heart flutter. I never thought about Storm like this. I lied when I said I didn’t remember him from when we were young. I do. He was always a lady’s man, even at his age. Hell, grown women would throw themselves at his feet at that point.
“Why are you out of bed?”
“I think I’m going home.”
“Like fuck you are. Get the clothes off and back in the bed, Kenzee.”
“Don’t you think we’re rushing this a little?”
“Is that what you think?” he asks me. I shrug my shoulders because I don’t know what I think anymore. He walks toward me, cups my cheek in his hand and grins at me.
“I’ll be honest here. I don’t really care what you think at this point. The deal is off. You’re here. I’m keepin’ you.”
“That’s way too much,” I tell him, trying to step back but he doesn’t let me. He keeps my face gripped in his hand so that I can’t go anywhere.
“No. That’s not enough. You’re pretty damn lucky that I haven’t claimed your ass yet in front of everyone.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Storm, don’t do that.”
“Keep you? Oh, I’m keepin’ you, Kenz. It’s just a matter of time until I announce that shit.”
“You barely know me.”
“And? That means shit. I know what I need to know.”
“Which is?”
“You’re happy with me. You feel safe with me. That’s all I needed to hear.”