Page 100 of The Storm

“Shh!”Nick’s palm covers my mouth after another too-loud moan escapes. I slam my eyes shut and my head falls back on the pillow.

“Please,” I gasp.

He gives another thrust. He goes so deep his balls rest against my ass. Each move is slow and calculated to drive me to the edge and then hold me there, not letting me tip over. And every time I reach for my cock, he slaps my hand away.

“I fucking hate you,” I gasp when he, once again, pulls almost all the way out, and then starts to slowly sink back into me.

He laughs softly, chest vibrating against mine.

“You’re going to wake somebody up, and this will be very awkward to explain,” he whispers into my ear.

“Yeah,” I pant against his hand. “And then will you fuck me?”

“I am fucking you. Should I be worried that you can’t tell?”

His cockhead drags over my prostate. I let out an indecipherable noise.

“I hope this house has thick walls,” he murmurs into my ear.

His hand over my mouth becomes tighter, and without warning, he slams into me. The he takes his hand away andreplaces it with his mouth. Our tongues clash violently while he slides into me at just the right angle.

He swallows the shout of pleasure I let out when my orgasm slams into me. Jets of cum coat our stomachs when my dick pulses between our bodies. Nick’s cock slides in and out of my ass once more before he buries his face in my neck as he follows me over the edge.

We sneak into the bathroom in the middle of the night to take a shower and then we sneak back into my room. He doesn’t even hesitate before he climbs into my bed. And throws his arm over me. And presses his nose into my hair.

And takes another piece of my heart for safekeeping.

I wavegoodbye to Isla and Tory, one of the owners of Bayside Paddling.

“See you tomorrow,” Isla calls out before she goes back to her conversation with Tory.

“See you,” I reply.

I’m not in a hurry. Nick’s still at work for at least another two hours. Then again, if I head there now, that’s an extra two hours I get to spend with Nick. The restaurant he works at is one of those open-concept places where you get an excellent view of the kitchen from the dining area. And a view to the kitchen equals a view of Nick.

I’m so busy planning all of it out in my head that I don’t notice Dia and Bridge until they’ve both shouted my name in unison.

I turn around and find them standing in the parking lot.

I change direction and make my way toward them.

“Hey!” I say as Bridge throws herself into my arms. I catch her and twirl her around. “You’re back.”

Bridget’s been in Texas, visiting her grandparents and a bunch of extended family there.

“Flew in this morning. Aww, did you miss me?”

“It’s like the house is empty without you there. Every minute. Of every day.” I pretend to wipe away a tear, and she swats me on the chest while she grins at me.

“Be nice to me or I won’t ask you to come to dinner with us.”

“I’m so glad you’re here!”

She throws her head back and laughs. “That’s better. Come on. We have a reservation.”

“Where are we headed?” I ask.

“Al’s. I’m dying for a burrito,” Bridge says.