Page 42 of Tempest

We gathered our things and headed back to the bike. The ride home was charged with unspoken tension, Kasen’s body pressed tight against mine.

As we pulled up to the beach house, my phone buzzed. I fished it out of my pocket, my stomach dropping at the name on the screen. “Fuck,” I muttered.

Kasen peered over my shoulder. “What is it?”

I showed her the message. Two words that shattered our peaceful bubble:Come home. -- Tank

“Last night,” I said. “Time to go home tomorrow and face reality.”

* * *

The porch glowed with candlelight, casting flickering shadows across our faces as we sat down to dinner. Waves crashed rhythmically in the background, a soothing counterpoint to the tension crackling between us.

I watched Kasen across the table, mesmerized by how the soft light played on her features. “This is… nice,” I managed, my throat tight.

She smiled, a hint of shyness in her eyes. “It is. I didn’t know you could cook like this.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I said, my voice low.

Kasen’s gaze locked with mine. “I want to learn.”

The air between us seemed to thicken. I reached for my drink, desperate for something to do with my hands. “Careful what you wish for, darlin’. I’m not an easy man to know.”

“I’m not looking for easy,” she countered, leaning forward. “I’m looking for real.”

My heart pounded. I stood abruptly, needing to move. “Let’s go inside.”

As we stepped through the door, the atmosphere shifted. Kasen’s fingers brushed mine, sending electricity up my arm. I turned, catching her wrist and pulling her close.

“Kasen,” I growled, “tell me to stop.”

She shook her head, eyes wild. “I can’t.”

That was all it took. I crushed my mouth to hers, years of pent-up desire exploding between us again. I started to think I’d never get enough of her. We stumbled through the house, shedding clothes, hands roaming desperately.

I paused at the bedroom threshold, searching her face. “You sure about this? You have to be sore.”

Kasen’s answer was to pull me down onto the bed. We came together in a tangle of limbs and breathless moans, exploring each other with a mix of hunger and reverence. She was so eager and ready, I slid inside her with ease.

As I moved inside her, the world fell away. There was only Kasen -- her scent, her taste, the sound of my name on her lips. For the first time in years, I felt whole.

The moment she came, I knew I couldn’t hold on. I took her harder, deeper, not stopping until my balls drew up and filled her with every drop of cum I had in me. Afterward, I cuddled her against my side.

I traced lazy circles on Kasen’s bare shoulder, her head resting on my chest. The room was quiet except for the distant crash of waves and our slowing breaths.

“Tank’s gonna kill me,” I muttered, tension coiling in my gut. It was one thing to tell him I was claiming his daughter. It was another to have already slept with her before talking to him.

Kasen propped herself up, eyes flashing. “I’m not a child. This is my choice. It’s not his decision.”

I cupped her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. “I know, darlin’. But your dad… you’re his little princess, and he has every right to be pissed about how I handled this.”

“Do you regret it?” Her voice wavered slightly.

“Hell no,” I growled, pulling her closer.

* * *

As dawn broke, reality intruded. We packed in near silence, the weight of our impending return pressing down. I caught Kasen’s hand trembling as she zipped her bag.

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