Page 53 of Chasing Storm

Still on his knees, he leans forward, forcing me to lie backwards on the stairs as his body cloaks mine.

“As I said, fucking progress.”

I outline his lips with my tongue. “Fucking progress, indeed.” And I smile.

Joey stands, and lifts and carries me to the bedroom where he demonstrates his control by edging, turning me into a sniveling maniac. I beg, claw at him for closeness, but Joey's hips teeter back and forth at a slow pace, pick up, and when my body tenses, he eases off. It’s painstakingly erotic and frustrating at the same time. To have a deep need for a release, but you’re denied it. When I finally come, I'm exhausted. Not to show favoritism, Joey flips my slack body onto my stomach, and shoves pillows under my hips, showing love to my starfish. He eases his way in, smacking my ass cheeks when I appear comatose, then mounts me like a feral cat.The nerve endings spiral out of control, curling my toes. Thinking I can’t come anymore if I tried, my hands tear at the sheets, sweaty face dampening the pillow as it hits. My back arches, ass in the air, and I shout Joey’s name. Over my shoulder, I see him in a zone, pumping the last few times before his head falls back, grunting out the warm ooze filling my butt, trickling down my pussy and inner thighs.

He drops to the side, rolls me on top of him and says, “Tea?”

My throat is sore from screaming so much that it’s raspy. “Yeah?”

“You’ve always been my hero.”

This ignites the tears pouring down my face. I snuggle into him, close my eyes, and dream of our future.

Chapter 22

Teagan’s like the depths of an ocean. No matter how deep I think I’ve reached, I still haven’t hit bottom, and I’m not talking about sex. She’s the warmth of light reflecting off the water and the dark abyss at the bottom. But her darkness isn’t the normal kind most people assume, such as menacing or evil. I’m referring to the darkness as something I can’t grasp, something she holds close to herself.

My jealousy is an example. A struggle for me, and I had predicted Teagan would tire of it and leave. Last week when I proved my jealousy regarding those guys at her school, instead of screaming at me for my behavior, she asked how jealousy felt. From the dark space where she hides her beauty and secrets, she wanted to understand. No one’s ever wanted to understand me. I’ve only known indifference. Granted, Sean and I have been friends our whole life, but we don’t discuss feelings even when he was aware of what James did to me. We left it as an unspoken truth. So to have my wife, who has been through a lot because of me, ask me to describe jealousy, I didn’t know it was possible to love her more. Teagan’s been my everything, my hero, and this hidden darkness she brought to light for me reinforces it.

My beautiful wife is at school while I’m working on Elijah’s accounts. I’ve brought him another three-million dollars. Two million and change is all that’s left of my debt to him. After that, I can choose to keep on as his accountant or break away. My little Teacup wants me to continue. She believes having Elijah in our corner and as a friend is beneficial to us, except her discussion with Erin regarding his dick size still irks me. My wife shouldn’t imagine anyone else in that manner, but as she tries to explain, some women confide in each other about men. It doesn’t excuse their discussions, yet there’s nothing I can do about it other than keep it in mind to punish her.

Smacking her cheeks last week while fucking her ass was bliss. Her beautiful skin blemished by my handprint made my dick harder. She’s let me fuck every hole of hers, and it’s pure ecstasy. She’s my mania. When I’m not fucking her, I’m thinking about doing it. There’s no other place I love to be at than lost and buried inside of Teagan. I breathe better. My troubles fade into the distance.

The doorbell rings, so I lock my computer before answering it to Elijah and his driver/friend Simas.

My hand holds the door as I say, “I’m currently working on your accounts.”

He claps his hands together. “Great! I flew in to talk to you about a few things. Do you have the time?”

I gesture for them to come in. “Yeah. I don’t pick up Teagan until noon.”

My phone pings, and it’s a message from Teagan to take out the casserole.

I text her back,will do. Elijah and Simas are here, but I’ll be there at noon.

Should have known Teagan would respond with a,tell them to stay for lunch.

Elijah and Simas are standing in the foyer. “Make yourselves comfortable in the living room. I gotta take a casserole out of the fridge. Teagan told me to tell you to stay for lunch.”

Elijah glances at Simas and responds, “We honestly didn’t come here to eat. Teagan feeds us enough.”

I shrug. “I’m only telling you what she wants, and I give my wife what she wants.”

He smiles. “Are you okay if we stay?”

“Sure. Every time Teagan cooks, it’s enough to feed an army.”

“Good. How’s your mom doing?”

“Fine. Stubborn. She refuses to let James dictate her life anymore, which translates to Sean and I aren’t allowed to follow her or ask her to stay with us.”

This makes him laugh. “I guess you can’t blame her. She finally has her freedom, and she’s not giving it up. How’s Sean?”

“His business is thriving. The wellness and nutrition aspect aren’t running yet though, because he’s in the process of interviewing people.”

Elijah nods and there’s a pause before he adds, “If you want, Simas can pick Teagan up from school.”

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