Page 106 of Braving the Storm
“Didn’t exactly think we’d get interrupted at this time of the morning.” Storm whispers back. I scrunch my eyes, because bless him for getting up at the crack of dawn to stoke the fire, but damn him for forgetting to lock the door after fetching more wood.
“Briar, I swear to god, if you’re still in bed...”
My entire body clenches up. Meanwhile, the man at my back remains buried inside me, still slowly pumping his hips, fucking me from behind, seemingly without any intention of stopping.
“Tell her to go away, or I’m going to walk out there butt naked and tell her myself.” He nips my ear and tightens his hold on myupper thigh, making it impossible for me to do anything but remain pinned in place.
“I just got out of the shower, Cris. Give me a few minutes to get dressed.” My pussy ripples and pulses, giving away just how my body reacts to exactly this kind of risky moment.
Storm makes a wicked noise, a quiet laugh, feeling everything.
“Fine.” She grumbles. “Hurry up. It’s medieval that there’s no cell phone reception here, I had to drive all this way just to find you moping around.”
At my ear, there’s another delicious noise, I can only imagine what the man owning my body is thinking right at this moment.
“Where’s Uncle Stôrmand?”
Shit.Shit.
This time I really do begin to panic. It sounds like she’s walking closer. All the while, I can feel the crest of another orgasm coming up to claim me.
This is so messed up.
“You gonna tell her where I am?” He whispers, lips fastened against my neck. “That I’m balls deep inside your pretty little cunt?”
I’m unable to stop tightening around him on reflex. Goosebumps fly across my arms.
“Uhh, I don’t know where he is.” The door to the bedroom hangs wide open, and I can’t drag my eyes away from the gaping wooden frame. “He didn’t come back here last night.”
“Then why is his truck parked outside?” Her icy tone floats the few feet separating us from where she stands in the lounge.
Fuck, right now, this right here is the moment I completely freak out.
Storm slows his movements, but only just; his warm, hot mouth stays pressed against my ear. One giant palm slides up to my tits, plucking and strumming my nipples as if he’s got all the time in the world; not like my sister is about two seconds away from bursting in, that she could so easily decide to walk in hereat any moment.
“Tell her I was out with friends, Briar.” He instructs me what to say, all the while torturing me and pleasuring me to the point I can’t see straight.
“He… He went out with friends, I think. They came and picked him up. Maybe he crashed there.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip to disguise the whimpering noise threatening to climb up my throat because as I stumble my way through the lie, he starts tugging on my nipples, hard.
Just the way he knows I love them to be handled.
“Jesus.” His rich, rumbling sound leaves a shudder roaming straight down my spine. “Feel how close you are… bet you wanna milk me fucking dry, to get every last drop, the way you’re gripping me like a fist.”
“Oh my god.” I silently chant the words over and over.
“Bet he was with one of his whores.” My sister makes an ugly sound in the back of her throat.
He hums, not sounding pissed off, in fact, he sounds extremely self-satisfied.
“If only she knew. I’ve got my own pretty little slut right here.” Teeth scrape my neck, and his palm slips down between my thighs. “My perfect, beautiful thing who wears my cuff, my hat, and was made to take my cock.” He sucks on my earlobe and rubs my slickness all over my clit, and I nearly forget everything about why I have to be quiet, barely hanging on by a fraying thread, instead of straight up moaning out loud.
My sister continues to loiter. The sound of pacing footsteps on the wooden floor and the sound of cupboards opening and closing as she pokes around tells me exactly where she is in the kitchenette.
Storm is intentionally dragging this out; he knows how unbelievably close I am, and there’s no chance he’s going to let me come until my sister leaves.
Letting out a frustrated noise, Crispin stamps her foot. “For pity’s sake, Briar, I’m not waiting around while you take all day. I’llmeet you at that awful cafe in town for breakfast, and we’re talking about you coming home.”
She starts moving away; for the love of god, I hope the sound of the door shutting and her car engine is going to come any second now.
