Page 41 of Chasing Storm

My tongue licks and sucks along my teeth marks. She tastes delicious.

Teagan’s legs wrap around my waist, hands gripping my ass as her thrusts meet mine. A sheen of sweat helps us slide together. Our fucking increases. My hips snap into her hard, causing her back to arch.

“Joey, I’m…”

And I stop, settle between her legs, and prop my dick against her clit.

There’s this anxious need contorting her face as she says, “Why did you stop?”

I angle my head to the side, taking in her beautiful denim-colored eyes. “This desperation you feel…the pain and pleasure swelling in your pussy…that’s what I want you to remember when memories hook into you when you desperately want to forget.” Her mouth parts slightly. “And this restless reminder of wanting fulfillment is a sign for you to come to me and spill whatever is overflowing within. Anger. Tears. Talking. I don’t care.” My hips round, cock grinding into her pussy for emphasis. “We fulfill each other’s desperations. Your need to forget is the driving hunger to connect and find solace in me.”

She’s still gazing at me while tears stream down her temples. I lap up her salty tears, pull my hips back, and thrust inside her, each of us releasing a moan. We return to our rocking motion, hips meeting together. Our frantic breathing carries us higher and higher. Her pussy and my dick pulse in sync with our hearts. We’re jumping off, ready to fly, when the bedroom door opens.

“Oh shit! Sorry.” Leo slams the door, and as he’s walking down the hall he hollers, “For Christ’s sake, lock the fucking door!”

My hips haven’t relented, and neither have Teagan’s. Smirks wipe across our faces, turning into laughter. We’re in flight, soaring, and hit our marks, groaning each other’s name. My forehead pushes against hers, heavy breathing dies down, and she giggles.

“There’s my, Tea.”

I kiss her face, and we do it again. We’re spent. My balls ache, her pussy is red, and we’re satiated. Teagan decides to clean up while I go downstairs to see what Leo wanted.

He’s in the kitchen, hugging Isabella from behind, when I walk in.

Leo shakes his head. “There’s a lock on the door. I don’t ever want to see your naked ass again, fucking my sister.”

Isabella and I laugh, and I retort, “She’s my wife, you puss ass bitch.”

Before he can respond, his phone pings with a message. His hand runs through his hair, lets out a silent curse and looks at me.

In a low voice, Leo says, “I’ll be right back.”

He heads for the front door and Isabella shrugs. She offers to make me something to eat, and then I hear his voice. That fucking treacherous voice. I stalk toward the door, swing it open, and find Leo arguing with Frankie. When Frankie sees me, he shuts up, staring at me.

My steps are firm, coming up to Leo’s side. “Do you have a death wish?”

Frankie’s eyes flutter between us. “I came to talk to Leo about something.”

I step right up to him, leaving an inch between us. “What about?”

From behind, Leo says, “Protection.”

My body bends over, laughing at the notion that this dick came for protection.

Then my body tenses, I give him a sinister glare, and I respond, “You put Teagan’s life in danger.”

Both his hands go up in a stop position. “I didn’t put the hit out there.”

“No, but you wanted in.” I push forward, leaning over him, pressing a finger into my forehead. “To put a bullet in my head.” My body presses further, moving him backwards. “What was it you said about Teagan? ‘She’ll become a casualty.’”

I don’t even register my arm advancing, cracking him in the jaw. A left hook followed by a right uppercut. He’s doubled over, but I’m not done. With my hands on the back of his head, I jam my knee upward, smashing it into his face. Frankie’s not small. He was my bodyguard, someone I trusted, so he recovers from my hits, twists to the side, shooting blood from his nostrils onto the pavement.

He stomps toward me, but Leo’s guys block him.

Leo breaks the tension. “There’s nothing for us to talk about. Joey’s right, you had no qualms about hurting my sister.”

Frankie eases up, arms hanging at his sides, begging, “Leo, please. We’ve been threatened and my house has been vandalized.”

I go at him again, but Leo pulls me back and taunts Frankie, “Who is threatening you? Who vandalized it?”

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