Page 50 of Breaking Storm

She releases a moan when I sink a finger inside her.

“If you want deep penetration, to experience it, then I’m all for it. But if it’s because you feel threatened, competitive, or to prove something, don’t bother.” I kiss her lips. “I love you. Our sex life is us, and only us. No one will ever touch you again.” My finger thrusts in and out of her, hand soaked from her arousal. “If I ever find out you’re with someone else, he better run, and you better hide.”

Teagan arches, twitching against me when she comes. Aftershocks cause her legs to jerk, and then she is dead weight. I kiss her temple, forehead, nose, and mouth, and she blinks up at me.

I suck on her earlobe, nip it, and say, “Do we have an understanding?” She nods. “Say it.”

It comes out breathy when she responds, “We have an understanding.”

“Good.”

I hang her arms over the balcony rail, raise her right leg, hooking my arm underneath while she balances on tiptoes with the other. This angle and stance will impale her on my dick. Lining up, I shove into her halfway, and she yelps.

“Finger your clit.” One of her arms wraps around the outer rail while the other rubs herself. “I’m only halfway in. You want all of me?”

“Yes.”

“If it hurts too much, tell me to stop.”

I withdraw slowly and slam inside until my balls press against her ass.I'm so deep inside, I can feel her tonsils.She hisses, white knuckling the rail, biting her hand. Without asking, I do it several more times, transforming her hisses into moans. Her weight is on the rail while I hold her one leg and fuck her hard. She’s deliciously addictive. Teagan speaks my name like a mantra. Damn, I love this woman. My eyes open to her coming and crying, shaking her head, arms cast along the rail. I kiss her tears as I slam inside, again and again. My balls tighten, burying myself deep, and I come. Resting my head next to hers, our hair and body are sticky.

One last kiss placed against her temple, I pick her up and carry her into the washroom where I start a bath. Teagan’s putty in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder. A freshly fucked Teagan is indescribable. My utopia.

In the tub, I sit behind her and wash her hair and body. She moans a thank you.

“Tea.” Her eyes meet mine. “How much did it hurt?”

“As much as the pleasure.” She smiles at me. “The simultaneous pain and pleasure was erotic. Thank you.”

By the time I clean, dry, and dress her, she is asleep. Tucking her back into bed, I go to my home office. It’s been a while since I checked my finances, emails, or return calls. The market is doing well, making me a couple more hundred thousand. There were several emails from Frankie, hinting about my conversation with Reuben. He’d like to meet up. I reply, tomorrow will be good.

I’M MEETING FRANKIE AT CLARK Street bridge, so we can talk about my discussion with Reuben. The weather has shifted the winds and dropped the temperature. When I need to leave Teagan, I struggle with the space and absence. She’s home to me. Everything Tea soothes my frustrations, anger, and possessiveness. Before leaving, I buried my face and fingers in her pussy, causing her to climax more than I can count so she can think of me while I’m gone.

Frankie’s smoking in the middle of the bridge when I approach.

He tosses his cigarette into the river and shakes my hand. “Looks like you’re back to new.”

“Getting there.” I walk and he takes to my side. “So, you spoke to Reuben.”

“Yeah, he mentioned the conversation because you brought up my name, except he didn’t tell me why.”

I zip my leather jacket and tuck my hands in the pockets. “He said a lot of guys are done with James. They’d rather me be the leader.”

He flips up the collar of this coat. “What James did to you was the last straw. He’s already been bending and snapping connections for several years. We’re done. It’s time you challenge him.”

We’re in front of a Clark Street diner. I stop and turn to Frankie, eyeing him before saying, “What about you?”

Frankie steps back in shock. He presses his hand to his chest. “Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’m not family.” His eyebrows crinkle. “Leadership passes down in blood. It’s the accepted way, otherwise, there would be too many internal blood feuds.”

“And if—”

My phone buzzes, so I hold up a finger to Frankie and answer, “Hey Sean.”

Sean’s rambling about James, a locked door, and that’s all I need to hear before ending the call, shouting to Frankie, we’ll do it another time, and running to my car. I don’t live too far from the downtown area, but traffic is messing with me today. It takes longer than usual.

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