Storm

Jill. Juggsy. I was close.

They all say hey or what’s up or some other form of hello, and I smile shyly back at them and say hi. They are all incredibly good-looking, covered in tattoos and piercings, almost all of them with longish hair. Vandal sticks out like a black cloud on a summer day. His jet-black hair is the longest of them all, and messy, covering half his face. His eyes are dark—almost black and his skin is the color of dark coffee stretched over huge muscles. He has an intense gaze, unsmiling. He’s a bit scary to be honest, but there is something about him that just commands attention. I feel like if he raised his voice just a little, I’d be cowering in the corner hugging myself in about two seconds.

Jill is giving me the evil eye, leaning against a large speaker, arms crossed. I try not to look at her face. I don’t want to see the mouth that was on Storm, obviously not requiring detailed directions like yours truly.

Storm gets me set up on a stool off to the side of the stage, hidden from the crowd. Nudging my legs apart with his, he moves to stand between my thighs and plants a kiss on my lips.

“I might steal this stool for later,” he teases, pressing his growing erection against me. His hand moves down the outside of my jean-clad thigh, pulling me tighter against his body. “I’m not sure I can play knowing you’re sitting right here looking all hot.”

I fake a pout at him. “I’ve been dying to watch you play again.”

“We’re outta here as soon as this gig is over. I need to be alone with you.” He groans, his dark eyes lowering to gaze at my chest.

“You look beautiful tonight.”

Clutching the sides of his open shirt, I kiss his naked chest, right below the heavy black cross hanging from his neck.

Letting out a deep breath, he pulls away. “Okay, baby. Time to go. You stay right here, all right?”

I nod and push his hair out of his face so I can look up into his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Ever.

Sitting so close to the band is nearly deafening, but so exhilarating. The music vibrates through my body, pulsing through my veins. I can’t take my eyes off Storm as he plays his riffs and toys with the crowd. His stage persona is undeniably sexy, beckoning the fans to want him. I’m completely captivated by him, just as the fans are. I laugh as he crosses the stage and stands next to Vandal and they play together for a few moments, Storm grinning like a lunatic at Vandal, trying to get a smile out of him, but Vandal just shakes his head at him. The crowd laughs and screams Vandals name.

“He’ll get bored of you.”

I turn, the smile slowly fading from my lips.

Up close, Jill isn’t very pretty. There’s a hardness about her, an emptiness to her eyes. If I met her somewhere else, as a stranger, I would feel sorry for her. I would wonder what made this woman look so angry and lifeless.

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” I throw back at her and turn my attention back to the band. I won’t let her bring me down.

“Yes,” she says. “We will.” She steps in front of me with her smirking smug face, blocking my view.

“Trust me, Jill. He won’t be requiring any of your holes anymore. I’ve got it covered.” I pray she doesn’t see through my fake confidence. “Run along now. I think I saw a group of teenage boys outside earlier that might be impressed with your plastic parts.”

I exhale as she sneers at me and prances away on her stilt-like shoes. Amy was right, just nip this bitch in the bud, and don’t give her an inch. I will not let her get wind of my insecurities.

Storm swoops onto me as the band leaves the stage, gathering me up in his arms and lifting me off the stool. I wrap my legs around his waist and he backs me up against the nearest wall.

“Christ, get a room,” one guy mutters, walking by us. I’m too caught up in Storm to even be embarrassed, loving that he is not afraid of public affection. He’s sweaty and breathing heavy as he kisses me, but I don’t care. I just want more and more of him.

He pulls away from my lips, his green eyes are bright and fiery. Being on stage truly brings him to life. Every part of him appears to be humming with energy.

“I like having you here when I get off the stage.”

It’s not the first time he’s alluded to wanting me to travel with him, and I skirt the issue every time. Of course, I want to be with him, but so many fears jump to the forefront of my mind. My fear of flying. My claustrophobia. Leaving Halo. My job.

“Evie...” He lowers me back down on my feet. “I see your mind tweaking again.” He touches my nose affectionately with his fingertip. “No more of that. Let’s go. It’s time to commence what will forever be known as me and you.”

My heart stops.

It skips two beats.

One for me. One for him.

And then it pounds again, harder than ever.

Chapter Twenty-One

Two steps into my house and he turns, backing me against the door. His hand clicks the lock in place. I reach for the light switch, but he grabs my hand and pins it above my head. Above us, the moon is shining through the skylight, casting a dim blue ethereal light throughout the living room.

He kisses me softly, sucking my bottom lip between his. Leaning my head back against the door, I open my mouth to him as his tongue slowly sweeps in and finds mine. His free hand goes to my blouse and begins to unbutton it.

“I had this plan,” he says between kisses, “to go really slow with you,” he kisses my cheek, “and bring you roses,” he drags his lips down to my neck, “and be all romantic,” he nips my neck with his teeth, “and show you how special you are.” His fingers fumble with my buttons. “Fuck it.” He releases my hand and rips the front of my blouse open, tiny onyx buttons flying. He dives down to my chest, pulling my bra aside, his hungry mouth devouring my breast, his tongue rolling over my nipple.

“I don’t need all that.” I murmur, gripping his shoulders, my pink nails digging into his flesh.

He yanks my blouse down my arms and tosses it to the side and without missing a beat, reaches behind me to unhook my bra and tosses that, too. Seconds later, he’s got my jeans undone and pushed down to my ankles. He sinks down to his knees and pulls my pumps off then disentangles my jeans from my feet. He runs his hands from my ankles all the way up to my thighs, hooks his thumbs in my new silk panties, and slides them down and off. He kisses my inner thigh, his hands low on my hips, dragging his tongue all the way up, his tongue disappearing into my folds. I let out a small moan and grip his shoulders tighter. Lifting my leg, he bends it over his shoulder and delves in further, his tongue going in deep, his fingers splayed out to the side of my mound, spreading me apart for him. His tongue wanders up to capture my clit between his lips, sucking gently while he slowly slides a finger into my wet entry. My leg starts to shake and I grab a fistful of his hair. My hips instinctively start to buck toward his face, the urgency building. He pulls his finger out quickly, his tongue leaving my quivering bud, and he begins to kiss my tummy, his hands going around cupping my ass in his hands. My pussy twitches from the sudden abandonment, aching for him to touch me again and bring me back to that climax that was so near.

His large hands come up across my back and to my front cupping my breasts, kneading them as he bites my hip, then leaves a trail of kisses over my pelvis, down my thigh that is bent over his shoulder, pressed against the side of his face. Just as my body starts to relax a tiny bit, he brings his fingers to my hot core again, sliding two fingers in, then slowly pulling them out, bit by bit, spreading them like tiny scissors as he pulls them out.

“Storm...”

He silences me by licking my hooded clit, sucking it gently, then harder as his fingers work their magic inside me. My body starts to shake again, the climax starting to roll back in. He pulls away abruptly.

“Oh, my God... Storm...”

He stands, wrapping my leg around his waist and kisses me, his breath hot and tasting like me. “Please...” I say. He is driving me absolutely mad with desire. I grind myself against him, all inhibition flying out the window. I just need to feel him. Any of him. All of him.

“What, baby,” he growls softly, taunting. He pulls off his shirt and my hands immediately caress his shoulders, his broad chest, my fingers gliding over his tattooed flesh. A light film of perspiration covers his skin and dampens his hair.

“I need you...” I whisper, kissing him, sucking his tongue.

“Tell me.” His fingers twist my nipples, gently at first, then harder, sending a bolt straight down my core between my legs. “Tell me what you want,” he coaxes, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back so his lips can kiss my open neck.

I drop my leg and reach for his belt, undoing the buckle.

“I want you inside me... please...”

“I’ve been dying to hear you say that, baby.” His lips crash back down on mine as he pushes my trembling fingers aside so he can quickly pull his belt off, out of the belt loops, then letting his jeans fall to his ankles.

His stiff cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. I reach between us and stroke him, long and hot in my hand. Every part of him is beautiful, strong, and masculine. Being near him awakens every feminine gene in my body. He groans in my ear, his breathing heavy.

“Your touch is what got me right from day one, Evie. You touch me so fucking soft and sweet. It makes me so fucking crazy for you.”

He lifts me up with his hands, off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he slowly rubs the tip of his cock against my clit.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, effortlessly moving my body up and down so my lips slide up and down the length of him.

“Yes... please.”

He’s kicking his boots off as he’s lifting me up and down. I’m amazed at the strength of him and how effortlessly he can maneuver me around.

He puts me down for a moment and then picks me up again, swinging an arm under my knees and carries me like a baby to the couch. He sits and holds me on his lap, against his chest, my legs across him.