Page 21 of Chasing Storm

I exhale slowly and drop to my knees. What the fuck am I doing? Meeting her eyes, I know the answer, because she’s my little Teacup. Mine. And if I’m willing to die for her, I should be willing to grovel, too. Right?

On my knees in front of her, I place my hands on her hips and say, “Forgive this possessive, jealous asshole who loves you to the core.” She continues to stare at me. “You’re right. You’ve been nothing but loyal and have taken care of me. Been on the run. Risked your life for me. I don’t deserve you, but I’m a selfish bastard.” My hands slide up and down her waist. “Tea, I know you wouldn’t be with Elijah or any other man. I know you love me, yet still I threw accusations at you because of my own insecurities.”

Teagan steps back, and my arms fall to my side. My eyes crinkle and narrow from my painful admission, showing my weakness. I gulp some air and continue.

“You’re everything to me, Tea, and I let it cloud my judgment. I’ll work on it, and I’ll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me.”

Teagan turns, walks over to the bed, and lays down on her back. “Then please me.”

This I can do. I’m on my feet in no time and between her legs. My fingers edge underneath her pajama bottoms, and slip them off, revealing a bare Teagan. The sight alone has my head falling back, but I recover quickly. I drop onto my stomach, place my hands underneath her ass to slant her upwards, blow on her pussy, then lick the whole thing through. She chokes in air, and I smile against her lips and inhale the sweetness of Tea. I work her into several orgasms, and her pussy is red and swollen. Peeling off my clothes, I roll on a condom before climbing over her body, ridding her of her top, and kiss the divot at the base of her throat. Her ragged breathing reveals my submissive Teagan. She’s spread out and sagging into the mattress. Moans, groans, and pleas to give her more make my engorged dick weep. It’s not only her body I love, but how she keeps me in check, preventing me from falling into the depths of depravity.

The head of my cock pushes against her entrance. I sweep my pelvis back and spring forward, fitting all the way in, causing us both to whisper a thanks. Teagan was the light at the end of the tunnel when I thought the underworld would own me for life. She plucked me out of a place I wanted so desperately to leave and turned me from street fighter to loving husband. Gathering her tight against me, with every slow thrust, in and out, extracts the shame I have for reducing her to sadness. My thrusts increase for every plea for forgiveness. When Teagan climaxes, she shouts my name and with a lilt in her voice, says she forgives me, while I drive in faster to relinquish my tension. And in my release, I shed the guilt and promise myself to work on being a better husband. To remember that Teagan’s loyalty and love warrants trust.

Chapter 8

The dark sky and billowing smoke from buildings is enough for me to remain in bed, running my fingers through Teagan’s hair. It’s soft like her, except for yesterday. My little firefly had me submitting. That’s not going to happen again. I’m the one who says what, when, and where.Ha! Who am I kidding? Teagan will forever put me in my place when I get out of line, which is what I did yesterday. And the same with Sean.

Which reminds me, I haven’t heard from him. It’s not like Sean to notget back to me, although these are new circumstances. We’ve never been on the run, escaping in opposite directions. I hope my mom is okay. She’s been through enough to last her fifty lifetimes. All I want now is to bring my family home and keep them safe. To have my mom and Teagan under my roof, while I care for and provide for them.

I glance down at Teagan. Her head rests on my chest, leg draped over my thigh, and her hand is splayed over my stomach. This moment is pure. Teagan in my arms in bed after a night of idolizing her body. She assumes it was all about me apologizing, which part of it was, but it was mostly for my pleasure. I kiss the top of her head and she stirs. An early morning relaxed Teagan is unbelievably staggering. She takes my breath away and then breathes life into me.

Tilting her head to see me, she whispers, “Good morning.”

Even with wild hair, half-lidded eyes, and dried drool on the side of her mouth, she’s the most stunning woman to me. Adorable and entrancing all rolled up into one. She’s a pole dancing Tinker Bell.

Teagan mirrors my smile and asks, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, Love.” I suck on my lower lip, eyes traveling over her face, and grace her with another kiss. “How are you feeling?”

After all this time, my little Teacup still blushes when it comes to sex. “I’m good. A bit sore.” My eyebrow rises. “At least everyone will know I rode the storm.”

Have I mentioned she has a phenomenal sense of humor?

I let out a loud laugh. “Maybe I should get you a shirt that says, ‘I got pounded by the storm.’”

Teagan playfully smacks my chest.

My phone rings and I know it’s Sean, so I put it on speaker.

Sean’s voice echoes in the room. “Hey! I finally got your messages.”

Teagan pipes in. “Hi, Sean.”

“Hey, Teagan. How are you guys doing?”

I take over the conversation. “We’re fine. Is my mom alright?”

“Yeah, except she recently took a tumble, and we were in the emergency room on Tuesday.”

Teagan moves, and I lift and slide against the headboard. “What happened?”

In the background, I can hear my mom say, “Hi sweetheart. I’m fine. Love you,” before Sean answers, “She’s okay. We were grocery shopping, and she tripped over part of the broken sidewalk, twisting her wrist. It isn’t broken, but she has a splint on it.”

I sigh in relief. “I’m glad to hear it. Tell her I love her.”

He tells her and I hear her say, “Love you more.”

Sean asks, “So, what the hell is going on? All I got from your messages was the hit is eliminated and you’re at Elijah Devane’s penthouse?”

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