Page 61 of Chasing Storm

After the tears and hugs, we head to the diner that just opened across the street for breakfast. The first ones there, we find a large corner booth, and load the table with coffee and food. The four of us seem to grow closer and stronger together. These three people mean the world to me, and I’ll do anything to protect them.

Chapter 25

It’s the end of July and life is looking up for us, even though I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. James is lurking, prowling out there for the right moment. We’re all aware of it, except our hands are tied. He’ll show up when we least expect it, which is why we’re vigilant of our surroundings everywhere we go.

When I’m not at school or studying, I’m helping Kara at the florist shop. We painted the walls a soft yellow, and we draped vines over metal hangings and lights to give it an outdoor ambiance. Since neither of us ever owned a shop, the orders and deliveries take some getting used to. Thanks to Joey, we have our own accounts manager.

Elijah and Erin are having everyone over for a barbeque. He finally popped the question, and she said yes. I’m overjoyed she’s out of Chicago, safe in Elijah’s home. They complement each other well. He might be older and more experienced, but Erin adds a fun, light touch to their relationship. Erin has brought Elijah out of his shell, and he’s refined her with fancy parties and dinners.

To my knowledge, they invited Kara, who is bringing Henry. Joey learned to bite his tongue and act cordial to the man. Henry owns his own construction company, is financially and emotionally stable, and adores Kara. He pops into the shop to bring her favorite chocolate filled croissants from the bakery and a coffee. Or he leaves little notes for her in the mailbox. Joey rolls his eyes, but I think it’s romantic.

I appreciate Elijah inviting my brother, Isabella, and Maya. While playing the leader of Devane’s Deviants, he got to know Leo. Since he’s no longer FBI, Elijah turns a blind eye to what’s going on in Chicago and Leo says nothing. I haven’t seen my brother and his family since my shooting, so I’m looking forward to it, and playing with my niece.

Elijah, Sean, and Simas have become friendly, so Sean will be at the barbeque, too. My guess is it will be an elegant outdoor get-together rather than an actual barbeque. Elijah is more polished than the rest of us.

I’m scrounging through the closet for a cute summer dress when I catch my husband in the bedroom, butt naked. He’s going through his drawer for underwear, so I prop myself against the doorframe, admiring my man. Lean muscles. Tattoos covering part of his torso, back, and arms. A muscular ass I love running my hands over. And when he looks over his shoulder at me, it’s his lopsided smirk mixed with those mint-green eyes that turns me into his sex kitten.

He faces me, stroking his cock while asking, “Is there something I can help you with, Miss?”

The man makes me blush every time. I purse my lips together and disappear into the walk-in closet. He’s next to me, cock bobbing in front of him.

I give him a sideways glance. “Not now, Joey. We have a party to get to.”

Joey pins me against the drawers, brushing his fingers along the underside of my bare breasts. With his other hand, he reaches for a blue spaghetti strap dress, hooks the hanger on a lower rung, and smiles down at me. His mere presence jumbles my head and insides until I lose all my bearings.

He lowers his head, runs the tip of his tongue around the shell of my ear, and lets out a ragged whisper, “Listen, Teacup.” He tics his chin toward the full-length mirror. “You can do some vogueing.”

I’m whimpering, squeezing my thighs together as he pulls me toward the mirror. From behind, he pinches my nipples, and I groan, watching as desire darkens his face. He flattens his hand between my breasts, slides it downward in slow motion, and cups my pussy.

“Joey—”

He dips a finger inside, and I press my head into his chest, closing my eyes.

“Uh, uh, Tea. Open those eyes and anticipate how I make you come undone.”

I comply, gazing at him through the mirror. Without thought, my hips angle into his hand.

“That’s right, Love. I want to smell you all day.”

His thumb circles my clit. Another finger pushes inside while he holds me up with the other arm. I’m riding his hand. My juices leak down my inner thighs, and while he’s talking dirty, my pussy becomes Niagara Falls.

He growls, “Strike a pose.”

My legs bend, back arches, and I moan through my release as his fingers still work my clit and insides. Joey slips his fingers out, smiling at our reflection, and licks each finger clean.

Bending down, he gives open-mouth kisses down my neck and the curvature of my shoulder. “Throughout the day, I want my dirty little girl to remember what she just did.” He nips my ear. “After the party, we’re going to the boneyard.”

Before I can say anything, he releases me, smacks my ass, and returns to the bedroom. I’m dizzy from my orgasm, but obviously it wasn’t enough. The idea of having sex later has me rubbing my thighs together, forcing out a mild orgasm.

In the car, I’m intoxicated by Joey’s appearance and cologne. He has a black open-collared shirt and tan cargo shorts that fit his ass perfectly along with snuggling his cock. Because I’m staring, I can see the small bulge in his pants. I wear the blue dress he picked out. It hugs my breasts and bodice and flares at the waist, and a double white line stitching accentuates the top, midriff, and hem. I dismiss the high heels for a white chunky flatform sandal, which highlights my summer glow.

We arrive hand-in-hand, walking up the path to their house, which has an assortment of vibrant flowers.

“I need to plant colorful flowers along our walkway like they did.”

Joey brings my hand to his mouth, kisses it, and says, “What you did in the backyard is nice.”

The door flies open, and Erin stands there with her arms wide open. “This is going to be so much fun!”

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