Page 59 of Chasing Storm

Her attention moves to the empty store, to each of us, and then her eyes widen when the realization hits her.

“My florist shop? Joey…”

Most of my life has been surrounded by violent men, so Teagan’s and my mom’s crying sessions do something to my heart. I know there are good and bad cries, but their tears have me aching to console them and that’s what I do. My mom cries in my arms, shaking, while Teagan’s crying next to us with Sean’s arm around her shoulders.

I kiss my mom’s hair and say, “For all you went through, you never treated me with disdain or hated me for beinghisson.”

My mom cuts me off. “Oh, Joey, I could never hate you. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me. My beautiful little boy has grown into a handsome, successful man.” She takes my face in her hands. “Don’t you ever think for one minute that I ever thought that way about you. James might be your father, but you have my blood in you.” Pointing to her chest, “The best blood.”

“You’ve been a great mom and missed out on so much in life.” I turn her toward the storefront. “I want your dream to become a reality.”

Placing her hands over mine on her shoulders, she leans back as if already picturing where everything will go.

Teagan steps next to her and asks, “Shall we check it out?”

With shaky hands, my mom unlocks the door, and we pour inside. There’s a small counter on the right side, a glass enclosure opposite it, and a large sink on the back wall. Behind the back wall is an office. The place has a lot of things already set up.

Teagan says to my mom, “Would you mind if I helped you clean it up and paint?”

My mom brushes the hair from Teagan’s face, hugs her, and says, “I’d love that.”

After the four of us talk about what will go where in the store, mainly Teagan and my mom, we go down a block to a Mexican restaurant. My mom is still dazed from the surprise while the rest of us talk about the shop, Sean’s business, and Elijah.

June brings in the heat, and Teagan started her classes. She hasn’t asked for one, except I know my wife, and she wants her own car. On her day off, I drive her to the dealership and have her pick out her car. Fuck if it wasn’t the best decision. Once we get home, she strips us both, we change into swimsuits, she leads me outside, and has me sit by the pool with my legs in the water. I’m leaning back on my arms, watching my gorgeous wife with the best tits, pussy, and ass stroll to the steps that lead into the pool. She dives under water, swims across, and comes back, swimming between my legs. She shifts my hips forward, removes my trunks, and takes my dick in her mouth. Holy fuck, the wet warmth mixed with the warm air and breeze has me closing my eyes. We’re on an acre of land. It doesn’t mean someone can’t see into our backyard, although the entire yard is enclosed by a fence, dotted by bushes, and a couple of large trees. Her hand strokes my erection while her mouth sucks the head, licking along the throbbing vein, half-lidded eyes on me. My eyes fall to her mouth, tongue, hand, and their devotion to my cock. Her hand moves in succession with her mouth, which takes me deeper each time until she’s gagging. She pulls away enough to gulp in air. I wipe the saliva connected from my cock to her mouth.

Teagan’s body presses against the pool’s wall, so I can’t see much of her. I reach over, grabbing her hair, moving her back so I can slide into the water. Floating on her back, my hand holds her hair, while I bring her to the stairs. She’s on the top step, waving her arms in the water, while I kneel above her.

“Want to try something new?”

She smiles at me. “Always.”

“This requires lots of trust and a safe signal.”

“You mean safeword.”

My lips brush against hers, erection lying across her stomach, and I say, “No, safe signal. You can’t say anything when your head is under water.”

Her eyes grow as big as saucers. “Under water? Explain.”

“While I’m fucking you, I’m going to dunk your head under water, take it out, and dunk it back in. I’ll keep doing it until we come.”

A wicked smile punctuates what I want, but her smile falters.

“That sounds dangerous.”

“If you don’t trust me, yes, it’s dangerous. If you don’t come up with a safe signal, then we lose the control.” I kiss her. “It’s something I’d like to try. No biggie if you’re not up for it.”

She bites her lower lip. “I did say I want to try something new.” Her eyes fall to the water. “How long will you hold me under?”

“Probably about five seconds each time.”

“What kind of safe signal should I do?”

“You pinch my left wrist, which will be holding your hair.”

Her eyes meet mine, and with a hesitantokay, she begins to turn, but I catch her, pulling her into my arms. “Listen, Love. If you really don’t want to do this, tell me, and I’m fine with that. Don’t do it because I want it or to owe me for the car.” I wink. “Do it because you want to.”

She rests her head against my chest. “I want to make you happy.”

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