Page 35 of Chasing Storm
Tomorrow I can worry about the future. Tonight, I want a hot guy to buy me drinks and hopefully get tongues wagging. And I don’t mean mine and Franco’s together, just to be clear.
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“Where the fuck have you been?”
Stepping through the front door that I’ve literally just opened, I pause. “Excuse me?”
Thatcher and Josh are standing in the entrance hall, glaring at me, arms folded.
“I was with my dad in the city, remember, we talked about this…the terms for my full trust when I turn thirty? Any of this ring a bell?”
“Shut the fuck up and listen,” Josh growls.
“Whoa, tiger, who bit you on the balls?” I ask with a laugh at his stinky attitude. I’m in a rather good mood. I managed to foil my father’s plans to delay my trust, and I’m feeling really happy about that. Not only did I stick it to him, but I will also get the rest of the trust fund, ensuring that I can take care of Storm, should she choose to to have us. And should she come around and see that we aren’t walking dicks, of course. Which, granted, may take some convincing. I frown as Josh punches me on the shoulder.
“What?” I snarl.
“Did you hear a word I just said?”
“No,” I admit.
“Fuck’s sake!” Thatcher roars. “We need to move. NOW!”
Startled by the aggression from my friends, I turn around as they march out of the house, fully expecting me to follow it seems.
“Will someone tell me what is going on, please?” I ask, following them like a lost puppy. What the fuck is that all about? I gather my wits and shove past them on the pavement, hauling them both to a halt to glare at them in annoyance.
“Storm is currently on a date with Franco, the hot Italian barista,” Josh snaps. “So, unless you want him to have his cock inside her for the rest of the evening, I suggest we get a move on to stop that cluster fuck before it even starts.”
“Wait. What? Franco? Where the fuck did this come from?”
“I overheard them making the date this morning,” Thatcher says.
“And you didn’t think to stop it?” I roar, suddenly getting in on the urgency.
“I tried. She completely sacked me off. Not that I blame her. You two have not exactly shown your finest hours,” he huffs.
“Hey, that kiss was perfect, and she knows it,” Josh says angrily.
“Where?” I thunder.
“The bar down the road,” Thatcher says, shoving past me to head off in that direction.
“How do we stop this?” Josh asks.
“Fuck knows,” I mutter, my mind racing. Franco is as bad as, if not worse, than us. Well, past us. Present us are doing remarkably well, considering none of us has had pussy for over a week. That’s probably why everyone is so fraught. I know it’s getting to me. But I will endure it for Storm and know that when I ram my cock insideher, worlds will collide, and I’ll be able to come inside her like a fountain of cum bursting out of a pressurised pipe.
I can’t help but snicker at the mental image, which doesn’t go down well with these two arseholes, who need to lighten up slightly.
“She won’t fuck him,” I say confidently. “Cassidy said she isn’t easy or looking for casual. She wants a future with someone and that guy is not it. No way Franco will be able to get between her legs. That’s why she is special and why we are not making any headway with her. She doesn’t want a man-whore; she wants substance and romance. We have it to give her when she lets us. This is her timetable, and we will do whatever it takes for her.”
Almost ceremoniously, I shove open the doors to the bar to announce our arrival.
It is heaving. I grimace at the number of bodies between us and the bar. “Do you see her?”
“There!” Thatcher says, being two inches taller than Josh and me, placing him around six foot two. Bastard. “She’s already with him. He’s whispering in her ear. She’s giggling, grrrr…” He is about to elbow his way through the crowds when I stop him.
