Page 5 of Storm

“How old are you?” I don’t hide my shock and I think she takes offense to my question if the flash of indignation across her face tells me anything.

She bites out her answer, daring me to comment. “I’m twenty-four.”

“And you’ve never?—”

“No.”

Huh… well, this is a surprise. We’ve never done this with a woman who was inexperienced. Choosing my next words carefully, I want to be completely honest with her while also preparing her for our expectations. I can tell she’s just as wound up as the rest of us, so this could be good for her as well.

“I don’t see that as an issue if you don’t. We’d approach things differently than we normally do, keeping in mind that your body will need some extra recovery time. This would just be one weekend with no strings, us going our separate ways when we’re done.”

“So clinical,” she mumbles, but I don’t remark on her comment, choosing to continue.

“Four men is a lot for one person, and not to be crass, but we fuck hard. I don’t want you to agree expecting roses and candles. We use this weekend to release a lot of pent up stress and to unwind. I’d like the same for you. I don’t know your situation, but I get the sense you don’t have a lot of personal time.”

“Okay.” Her answer is quick and without hesitation. But I don’t know if she’s just responding to what I said, or if she’s saying she’s in.

“Okay?” I ask slowly. “Okay, as in, you’ll come with me?”

“Oh!” she exclaims, then digs through her bag, pulling out her phone after a moment. “I should probably tell them my plans changed.”

Reaching over, I grip her bouncing knee and squeeze it until her eyes fly over to mine. “Miriam. Just for clarification, youaresaying yes, correct?”

“Yes,” she whispers. There are small tremors rippling under my palm, so I slide my hand over her leg slowly until they dissipate. I know what an adrenaline rush feels like. It’s the same thing I feel every time we plan one of these weekends. I’m so fucking relieved she’s agreed. I’m about ready to snap, more so than usual.

Titling my head toward her phone, I say, “Then yes, you should text them. You can tell them I’ll have you there by Monday morning.”

Nodding her agreement, Miriam spends the next fifteen minutes furiously texting with her family, whom I assume are not happy she’s canceling her plans. I’m tempted to grab her phone and toss it out the window to give her a break, but even I know that would be overstepping.

We make the rest of our drive to the cabin in a more peaceful silence. She doesn’t ask any more questions about whatto expect, and I don’t ask her anything personal. When we stop for gas, Miriam makes a quick exit, mumbling something about needing the bathroom. I use the alone time to send a quick text to the guys.

Me: I’m bringing someone. Her name is Miriam. She’s onboard but doesn’t know how these trips tend to go. Also, she’s a virgin. I assured her we’d be cognizant of that. We’re about to get back on the road and should be there in about half an hour.

I don’t wait for their responses because I know they won’t argue. If anything, they’re just going to want more details. Details I don’t have to give them. I’m grinning by the time she comes back to the car, my smile growing every time my phone vibrates in my pocket.

“Ready?” I ask, holding the passenger door so she can slip back inside.

She won’t meet my eye when she fumbles with her seatbelt as I wait next to her, holding onto the frame. “No, but I’ll get there.” A sliver of understanding takes hold somewhere inside of me, so I squat down to seem less intimidating.

Running my eyes over her, I really take her in. She has a body that men write home about. Curves everywhere, plump ass, thicker thighs, and smooth skin that looks as soft as silk. Her hair is so dark it’s almost black, hanging in long thick waves around her body.

When her eyes finally meet mine, I’m absorbed by how warm they are. Anyone who says brown eyes are boring can eat a dick. Hers are fucking fire. They’re dark, flicked with little tendrils of lighter browns and golds.

My eyes drop to her mouth, and I inhale at how plump and full they are.Christ, she’s exactly what I need.I reach out and cup her cheek, letting my thumb stretch out to stroke along her bottom lip. I’m mesmerized when her mouth parts immediately for me. Visions of my cock sliding against these lips spike my heart rate, and I find her eyes again.

“I promise it’ll be good for you. This isn’t just about us.”

Her eyes fly back and forth across mine, looking for any sort of reassurance I’m being honest. She doesn’t seem to be fully convinced, but she nods once, then breathes out, “Okay.”

My thumb tugs her bottom lip down just before I lean in and press my mouth to hers. I let my tongue dip inside for just a moment to taste her, and I groan when her flavor hits.Fuck, I’m starving for her.She doesn’t reach out to me, but that’s fine for now. My plan is to have her clinging to me by the end of the night.

“Let’s get up there,” I murmur after ending the too short kiss. Smirking at her dazed look, I stand up and shut the door.

I catch her touching her lips when she doesn’t think I’m looking during the rest of our drive, and as I guide my truck up the long driveway through the woods, my excitement escalates.

There are only two other cars here, leading me to assume Tatum and Ezra drove in together. Richard’s sports car is here, directly in front, so I park on the end and turn off the engine.

Keeping my eyes on the cabin, I notice Ezra’s shadow near the edge of the front porch. He’s sitting in the perfect spot to hide himself from view, out of the late afternoon sun. I’m sure he wants to check her out before I make introductions.

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