Page 58 of Calling Quarters

“Where are we going?” she asked in a giggle when I tugged her down the stone walkway and toward the creek.

“I haven’t had a moment alone with you for days and it’s feeling crowded in there with Rhyse’s ego.”

We neared the edge of the water, and I slid my shoes and socks off, reaching for the button on my pants next.

“Remy, they’re right there,” Storie hissed. Her eyes grew wide when my pants hit the ground and my boxers followed close behind.

“They can’t see us,” I assured, tugging my shirt over my head in one movement. “I want to go for a swim.”

I stepped down into the creek with a splash. The water was cold at first, stealing my breath away as I sunk deeper into its depths, but my body adjusted to the temperature quickly. The stream was narrow, but the bottom went down further than I had expected it to. The water reached just below my armpits at the deepest point.

The feeling of literally being inside my element was indescribable. The creek's constant stream of water flowing against my skin gave me a sense of wholeness I'd never been able to replicate until Storie came along. It was like I'd been plugged into an electrical outlet and was being charged.

Storie gazed at me from the bank in astonishment for a few moments before she swung her head around and looked toward the cabin. Once she was sure no one was watching us, she began stripping her clothes away, revealing the perfect, milky skin I’d grown to love the glow of.

She made quicker work of getting undressed than I had and once she was completely naked, she stood on the edge of the creek for a moment, rethinking her decision. I could see the conflict warring in her irises, and I wanted to pull her in just to prove that I was worth taking the dive for.

Instead, I took the opportunity to look at her body. To take in all of its beauty while she was too distracted to care. Of course, I’d seen it before. She never pushed me away or avoided being vulnerable with me in our most intimate moments. But I could always see the struggle in her eyes—the discomfort it provided her.

Finally, she landed on immersing herself all at once to get the slice of pain from the cold waters over with. In the blink of an eye, she went from this unattainable piece of art standing above me in the open forest air to a warm, soft beacon of hope against my skin. She struggled to stand on the creek bed, so I grabbed her hips and tugged her against me, allowing her to wrap her legs around my torso. I loved the sigh that fell from her lips as our bodies melded together. I became drunk on the sound of her moans when I leaned down and kissed her plump, waiting lips.

In this position, her center was perfectly aligned with my growing cock. She took advantage of our weightlessness, slipping it back and forth between her legs against her clit. Our kiss became sloppy and desperate, teeth clanging against each other, nibbling at the swollen skin of our lips. My fingers dug deep into her hips as she moved against me in rhythmic circles. When her breathing became erratic and her eyes started to roll to the back of her head, I reached one of my hands around her from behind and explored her slits, massaging her from a completely different angle in the exact rhythm I knew would send her over the edge. Seconds later, with a soft, guttural moan, she came undone against me. I felt the heat of her juices as they moved between us in the water before being taken away with the stream.

“I love you,” she whispered into my ear when she was finished.

Those words gave me pause. Outside of my mother, I have never heard them muttered in my direction before. They felt deep and significant and left a weight in my chest that I’d never experienced. I had all but professed my love to her when I asked her to take the Book of Shadows from the Grangers, but I couldn’t bring myself to say those three small words. To hear them come from her mouth—to feel the effects of someone as special as Storie saying something so powerful—it was like nothing I've felt before.

“I love you, too,” I admitted back, hoping she could tell how difficult it was for me to say.

Her mouth returned to mine in a delicate frenzy, her hot center pressed back against my stretched skin. I couldn’t take the teasing torture anymore. My hands wrapped around her bottom as I lifted us both from the water, carefully lying her down onto the padded forest floor. She opened her legs for me, and I rested between them, easily settling into her warmth.

Her lilac eyes peered into mine so innocently, the black flecks danced around her pupils as she awaited what came next. I leaned down and gently caught her lips with mine, slowly easing in. The sun had disappeared somewhere behind the trees, taking most of the light away with it. We were on full display yet blanketed in darkness and I could feel her insecurities about being seen fade away with our kiss.

I raised myself just enough to reach between our melded bodies and massage her mound once again. As always, she was dripping wet for me. When I was sure she was ready, I grabbed my length and lined my tip up with her slick center. Just before I pushed myself in, she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her body, shoving my entire cock inside her in one movement.

A moan erupted from her throat that matched the hiss I released between our lips from how deliciously tight she was. I paused inside her for a moment, pulling away from our kiss to ensure she was still okay. When I saw nothing but ecstasy painted across her face, I began rocking my hips back and forth, savoring every bite and scratch she gifted me as her pleasure built up.

I leaned down and sucked her perky, pebbled nipple into my mouth, taking her full breasts into my hands as my finger played with the other side. Her back arched off the ground and another quiet moan left her as she wrapped her arms around my head and scraped her fingers across my scalp.

I felt the familiar tightening sensation throughout my body and knew I had to bring her over the edge with me. With my tongue lapping against her tits and my cock grinding as far inside her as it would go, I reached my hand between us and rubbed circles around her clit. Within seconds, I felt her muscles pulsing around me and I let go of my own release. We swallowed each other's sounds of pleasure, too caught up in our cloud of ecstasy to care if anyone heard. That same white-hot bolt of lightning from before shot through my body as we became one, strengthening the power that our bond manifested even further.

When we were both finished and all that could be heard in the quiet forest were the echoes of our heavy breaths, I rolled off and laid on the bed of leaves beside her. My arm tugged her closer to me until she turned and nestled herself into my side.

Chapter 33

Storie

The prospect of communicating with my parents carried me through the next twenty-four hours in a cloud of oblivion. I left the cabin with a list of random items they needed to perform the ceremony and had Blaire come with me to gather them in town first thing in the morning. Remy didn't go too far into detail about how it works or if I'd be able to actually see them for myself or simply use him as a vessel to talk through, but I was excited nonetheless.

I couldn't wait to see his gifts in action. To share that potent power and know it's what we were made to do together.

“So, do you have a list of questions you're going to ask?”

Blaire and I were standing in the homeopathy section of Granger's Pharmacy, searching the sparse shelves for a bundle of cedar, some dried herbs, and blue and black candles. When I asked her what they could possibly need these things for, she pinned me with a look of condescension and stated, “For protection,” as if the answer was obvious.

“Mom says they haven't been able to keep anything in stock lately. I guess everyone in Watchtower is preparing for the worst.” She crouched down to rifle through a pile of discarded, wilted herbs that had fallen out of their packages and were left behind. I saw the worry etched across her face before she turned away to hide it. “I just wonder how it's going to go without the Quarters’ shield in place.”

“Everything is going to be fine, Blaire,” I comforted feebly, kneeling beside her. “We're going to get answers and straighten everything out.”

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