Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Had Jolene changed her mind? He turned onto his back and hooked a hand behind his head, so that he could get a better look. Stay calm! The sheets rode low on his hips, so he tugged them up, scrunching them over his mid-section. He didn’t want to scare her off. She was as fiery as she was timid. Jolene finished with whatever she was doing in the closet and turned around.

Holy fuck!

“My bag arrived earlier,” she said, sounding casual, relaxed even.

“I see that.” His voice was thick. His dick was hard. His balls were tight. This despite taking care of his erection not even an hour ago.

The silk clung to her every curve, falling to about mid-thigh. The straps of her nighty were thin. He could make out the outline of her full breasts. Her nipples were hard despite the fire that raged in the hearth. Storm swallowed thickly as he watched her walk over to the bed. Her breasts swayed and jiggled with each step she took. He tried hard not to stare. Again, not wanting to scare her off. Jolene didn’t like it when he ogled her tits.

Excitement coursed through him. He felt like a whelp about to experience his first taste of pussy. His dick throbbed. It was going to happen. He felt like fist-punching the air.

“Would you mind if I slept in the bed with you tonight?” She looked at him from under her lashes and half-smiled. Her lips were shiny, they scented of berries. The smile was seductive, made him swallow again, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“No.” A deep rasp. Storm cleared his throat. “Not all. Be my guest.” Act casual. You got this. He’d never had to talk himself through foreplay before. He was acting like a complete fucking amateur. Of course he had this. He was Storm. Prince of Water. God to females everywhere.

Jolene peeled away the covers. She placed one knee on the bed, her nighty rode up higher, showing off her lush as fuck thigh. She was flirting with him. He couldn't wait to part those babies. To hold onto them while he pounded into her. He was going to make her come so hard. He turned onto his side so that he could face her. So that he could drink her in.

Storm caught a glimpse of her underwear. Red. Holy fuck but they were a bright fiery red. Pity they weren’t going to survive this. He was tearing them off. Shredding them with his teeth. Then he was going to fuck her into oblivion.

By claw, but she smelled delicious. So damned amazing. His nose twitched, as did his cock.

“Just one thing…” Her voice was a soft purr.

“Anything.” Right now, she could name it and it was hers. His dick throbbed. It couldn’t wait to be inside her and he couldn’t blame his cock for having outstanding taste.

“Do not touch me.” Her face morphed back into the death stare from earlier. “You lay so much as a single finger on me and you are dead.”

“You mean…” Storm frowned. What? No! But surely? His dick twitched again, but this time it was in pain. Agony!

“Oh,” she blinked a couple of times, “you thought I was actually going to let you…that we…” She laughed, reminding him of his brother earlier. “Oh god, that’s funny.” She laughed harder. “You thought I’d let you sleep with me.” She sobered up in an instant. “No! You misunderstood. I’m sorry if the sexy night clothes misled you. It’s all I packed, since I planned on spending quality time with a guy who actually wanted me for more than just fun and games. I don’t have anything baggy and down to my ankles. Something dowdy, which is what I would have worn for you.”

He had no retort. Storm just lay there with a mouth full of teeth and a hard, throbbing cock. It was his balls’ turn to scream in agony.

"My back is still stiff from sleeping on the floor. I'm sleeping right here." She rubbed the mattress between them, "until I go home in a couple of weeks. It's your turn to be stiff." She glanced at the crumpled sheet, still over his hard-on, and Storm had to suppress a groan. "That is, unless you want to sleep on the floor. She turned over, taking a good deal of blanket with her. "Stay on your side and I'll stay on mine."

Not a fuck!

His dick had never been so hard. To think he'd been so damned happy. He couldn't think of a time he'd been so ecstatic. Except for maybe that one time when he'd managed to put Tide on his back. It was some years back and Storm had only been a couple of months into his training. It had been some achievement for a newbie. Especially since Tide was four years his senior. Of course, he'd give his brother a run for his money nowadays for sure, but back then...

Shit!

She’d played him.

Outright fucking played him.

His dick was harder than nails. His erection not going anywhere. There she lay. Right there. So close he could touch her. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils. It didn’t help that Jolene was needy and achy. She wanted him but wouldn’t admit it. Her breathing was also slowing. She was falling asleep. Maybe this whole thing hadn’t been such a good idea.

Bullshit.

All she had done was to step it up. This challenge was becoming tastier by the hour. The human didn't know what she was up against. Storm smiled as he turned over.

Game fucking on!