Page 8 of Chasing Storm

My lips wrap around her clit, and it shuts her up. I suck, sliding my finger up and down her slit, and she lets out a long moan. I wiggle my tongue against her clit, stroking her lips, dipping inside, and sliding back out. Between my saliva and her arousal, she’s wet enough to take it out. But I want to make her come. It will ease her mind and body. Flattening my tongue against her pussy, I lick upwards in a leisurely way, continuing the same pace. Teagan is breathing heavy. Her clit is engorged and my tongue circles it as I slide a finger in and out of her. Her head rolls from side to side, whispering my name. My God damn name. My dick is harder than an iron pipe, knowing I get this kind of reaction out of her. She’s Jello in my hands, so I keep up the rhythm. Circling and sucking her clit. Sliding up, down, and back. My finger drives her higher until she explodes on my hand and tongue, without me relenting. A whimper. A moan. Legs twitch. I let her ride for as long as I can. While she comes down, I kiss her inner thighs, blow on her pussy, and my hands spread her legs wider.

“Are you ready, Love?”

Teagan smiles and nods, holding her legs again. I wipe my hand dry, and using my index finger and thumb, I dip them into her. They move in a circular motion in search of the string to the IUD. My knuckles press into her lips, and she sucks in air. Five minutes of feeling around, I find the string, instruct her to cough, and I pull it out. There’s a tiny bit of blood on the IUD, so I toss it into the toilet and flush. I could wash my hands, but I love the smell of Teagan on me. Back in the room, I kiss her and tell her she did good.

She’s tired from the orgasm, and sad about losing the control she had over her body. She puts on a pad in case she bleeds and gets dressed.

There are a couple of cars in the parking lot. I steal the license plates from one, put them on another, and we take off. This car is an upgrade from the last two, but not by years. It will get us where we need to go, which I’m not sure of yet.

I run inside a quick mart for snacks and other items.

In the car, Teagan shuffles through the bag and takes out a box of condoms. She holds them up, eyes shifting from the box to me.

“You don’t want to get pregnant.”

“Joey…it’s not—”

“Hey, I get it. Now is not the time. Plus, I want you to decide when. They’re more for you than me.”

This prompts a smile and tears to appear on her face. I tap her chin and nose, and say, “Now give me a Snickers.”

Teagan’s smile widens. She hands me a Snickers, opens a bag of Doritos for herself, and sits in the passenger seat beaming. This is the Teagan I love to see. Happy. And I did that. A simple thing as condoms, and she can somewhat choose how her life is going to go. We’ll get there. Somehow, this will all be in the past. I’ll give her the education she wants. A house. Children. Teagan’s mine, and if I have to burn down this fucking world to attain a happily ever after for us, I’ll do it.

Chapter 4

We’ve been driving for hours, listening to music, talking, and I’ve dozed off several times. I offered to drive, but Joey insists on keeping the wheel. Every so often, I glance over at him, amazed and fortunate to have him at my side as my husband and lover. It’s been such a short while for us, yet it feels like years. Joey continues to surprise me. The IUD is a recent example of it. He doesn’t flinch when it comes to, let’s say, intimate moments. No flush of the cheeks. No repulsion. Because of him, losing the IUD, the only control I had over my body, doesn’t seem so bad, especially since he made sure I lost it during an orgasmic state. Plus, my handsome husband gave me some power by buying condoms. Joey gets me, and as much as he wants children, he’s waiting until I’m ready.

I fall asleep again, and when I open my eyes, the ocean comes into view. Seagulls squawk above us, sand drifts onto sidewalks and roads, and the houses are dressed in oceanic colors of teal, blues, and yellows. My lungs breathe in the salty air, which draws out a smile. Joey’s inspecting the buildings as we drive by. His face is stoic.

“What are you looking for?”

His head turns to me and then back at the road. “For a real estate office. We need some place to live. I’d like to stop running for a while, and after taking out the IUD, I’m hoping we’re safe for the time being.”

I collapse into the seat, biting my lower lip. “God, I’d love a place of our own.”

Joey takes my hand and says, “Me, too. We’ll find something.”

He veers the car over to the curb for us to stretch our legs and take in the scenery. My eyes widen at the beautiful beach not far from this quiet town. The people appear laid back by the way they saunter along the sidewalks, window shopping, and ice cream sampling. I lick my lips as my mouth waters at the ice cream. The cold, gusty air doesn’t seem to bother them. Joey slips his hand in mine, tugging me toward a building at the end of the street.

I fake pout, pointing at the gelato store, but he just shakes his head. “Later, Tea.”

A waft of cinnamon hits me when we walk inside the realtor’s office. Our heads move in sync in search of someone. From a back area, a middle-aged man appears, sipping coffee and taking a bite of a donut. As soon as he sees us, he spills the hot liquid and drops the donut. We all watch it fall to the ground, sugar flying in the air, coating the rug.

He grabs a napkin, pats down the drops on his tie, and says, “You scared me. I didn’t hear you come in.”

Joey steps forward with his hand out. “Sorry about that.”

The man takes his hand and asks, “What can I do for you?”

“Joey and Teagan.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Gabe.”

For an older man, Gabe isn’t hard on the eyes. He has a head full of hair combed back, graying along the sides, eyes the color of the ocean, and a tan, which enhances his white teeth. Gabe gestures to two chairs and takes a seat behind a desk.

“So, what can I help you with today?”

Like always, Joey takes the reins. “We’re looking for a small house to rent.”

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