Page 60 of Breaking Storm

Joey shakes his head. “Mom, you’d be great at those jobs.” He gives her a loving nudge. “And you’re not too old.”

I join by saying, “Whenever you’re ready, I can help you create a resume. We can load it with life experiences.”

Kara reaches over and gives my hand a tender squeeze. “Thanks, Teagan. What are your plans?”

I tuck the throw pillow into my lap. “Well, hopefully finish college.” My head turns toward Joey, and my arms encircle his bicep, batting my eyes up at him.

He laughs. “Tea, you can finish college. But you’ll have to attend a college out here… and wear a GPS… and call me every hour on the hour.”

I’m stunned by his response, but then a smile creases his face. Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him all over. Joey hauls me onto his lap.

My head tilts back until I meet his eyes. “What do you want, Joey?”

His eyes wander to each of us, and when he responds, his focus is on the fire. “To be a father.”

I swallow hard. Out of all the things he can be and do with the money he has, all he wants to be is a father. I’m touched and my chest constricts. His arms tighten around me, hoping I can give him fatherhood.

Because we were forced into this marriage, my father made sure I wasn’t on birth control, and Joey has never used a condom. Little do they know, I secretly had an IUD inserted a week before the wedding. Since they took everything away from me, it was the only thing that allowed me control. Control over my body. Control over my life. But now, Joey’s waiting for me to get pregnant. To give him the one thing he wants, and the one thing I can. But I’m not ready. School is still my number one goal, and I can’t finish while caring for a baby. Or I can, but I don’t want to. This is my chance to get a degree, maybe teach, or get a master’s and doctoral degree. I’m too young to be a mother.

Kara and Sean are asking Joey questions about wanting to be a father, and I sit against him and stare at the table. There’s nothing for me to say. If I tell him about the IUD, he’ll be furious and go off on me in front of them. It’s best to stay quiet and bide my time.

Chapter 23

IT HADN’T ESCAPED MY NOTICE that Teagan remains quiet when I mention wanting to be a father. I know her plans are to finish school, but I don’t know if I can wait two years until she is ready. And will she be ready then? On top of that, we’ve had unprotected sex, and she hasn’t gotten pregnant. Will she have difficulty? There isn’t any birth control in her medicine cabinet, and she would have told me. We don’t keep secrets anymore. I came clean with everything. The only solution is to keep fucking until it happens.

The day after dropping Frankie off at the silos, I called him to see how things were going. There’s talk about James being overthrown by me. Teagan’s dad has been fighting with James for a while regarding the turn in loyalty. Since we’re not quite sure where James is or what his next move will be, Frankie and I decide it’s best to wait another week before we meet up. Let rumors flame and burn a bit.

We’ve been at the lake house for a week, and I love having my mom and Teagan here. I can tell Sean is impatient and wants his own place. Who can blame him? He’s ready to start a new life for himself by owning a business and a home.

It’s early morning and Sean and I just came back from a run. There are great trails through the forest and around the lake. This gives us time to talk.

Outside the house, we’re bent at the waist, hands on our knees, heaving in the cold air. We did a five-mile run, which isn’t much, but we haven’t worked out in a week. I slide the kitchen door open, and from the refrigerator, toss him a bottled water. I guzzle mine and start the coffee.

While it’s brewing, I ask, “How about we visit a real estate agent for a house and business for you?”

Sean freezes and then wipes a hand across his mouth and through his hair. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I wave my hands around the room. “You’re restless here. It’s time you do what you want to do.”

His head whips sideways, blinking fast to avoid any heavy feelings. When he has it under control, he turns back and nods. I retrieve my laptop from the office, and he scrolls through his phone. Once I find a real estate agent nearby, I have him make an appointment while I run upstairs for a quick shower.

Sprawled out on her stomach, Teagan’s hair fans the pillow and limbs take up half the bed. I stare at her and memories of last night surface. My face buried in her, making her come several times before I fucked her, wringing out a couple more orgasms. She’s vocal when it comes to sex, and it makes me hornier. Her moans, whispers, begging for more keep me hard.

Watching her sleep, I release my dick from my shorts and stroke it. My hand twists the head, smearing pre-cum, sliding down the shaft, and my hips working in succession with my hand. Teagan shifts, and the sheet partly slips, exposing her entire left side. Her tender skin and rounded ass, which I plan to take at some point, has me groping, tugging, and stroking my cock. My head falls back, eyes close as I pump faster. Frantic breathing during the rise of an orgasm. I grunt, wrench my dick, drive my pelvis forward and back, releasing the cum into my hand. When my eyes open, Teagan is still asleep, so I head into the washroom.

On my way out of the bedroom, I bend over and give her a kiss on the lips.

She stirs, hand cupping my cheek, and asks, “Where are you going?”

“To see a real estate agent for Sean.” My hand smooths over her ass. “Sleep. We shouldn’t be too long.” Again, I caress her lips. I can’t get enough of this woman.

Sean is pacing in the living room, having a conversation in his head by the way he’s nodding and mouthing words.

I jump down from the last step and say, “Who you talking to?”

He shakes his head and laughs. “Fuck off! Let’s go.” His reaction to being caught makes me laugh.

In the nearby town, we enter the real estate agency and ask for a Paul Borowsky. A fair-skin, blond haired, lean guy in a tailored suit comes out from a back office. He extends his hand, introducing himself, and we do the same. Paul escorts us into a small room with a round table and chairs.

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