Page 32 of Into the Tempest

“Do they not like me?” I suddenly felt a little unwell. “I tried to stop talking at the end there, about the cyclone and maybe kidnapping you, but I was nervous because they were all looking at me—”

“What? No,” he said with a laugh, taking my hand. “The opposite, actually. My mum thinks you’re great.”

“Oh.” My stomach was on a seesaw. “Then what is it?”

He looked at our hands, his thumb sweeping nervously across my knuckles, and he smiled and shook his head. He whispered, “I don’t know... I don’t know if I’m ready to say just yet.”

Outside, thunder rumbled and a crack of lightning echoed through the sky from a few kilometres away.

We both turned to the balcony, but the glass doors were all boarded up. “This place looks like a prison cell,” he mumbled. Taking my hand, he pressed my palm to his lips and his eyes met mine, a different depth to them now. “Take me to bed, Jeremiah. Have your way with me. I want you inside me while the storm rages outside.”

Oh.

Well, then.

I lifted his chin and kissed him softly. “Are you sure? After last night—”

Something fierce flickered in his eyes, and there was no doubt.

He was sure.

Still holding his hand, I led him toward the stairs. He hit the light switch on the way, and his room, with the windows all covered with plyboard, was pitch-black. I went to turn the lights on, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me close.

“Go by feel,” he murmured.

Oh boy.

My body already on edge, I did what he wanted. I raked my hands up his chest, feeling along his neck so I could undo the top buttons on his polo shirt. I pulled it over his head, quickly cupping his jaw so I could line up a kiss.

I teased his tongue with mine, pulling him in close and skimming my hands down his back and over his arse and back up again. My hands explored and mapped out every inch while I sucked on his tongue.

He fumbled with the button on his pants, and I gripped his hands to stop him. “You said I could have my way,” I murmured.

He made a sound that was more groan than gasp. My eyes had adjusted to the complete darkness, enough that I could see the outline of the side of his face, his eyes, and...

And the way he was looking at me.

Not even the darkness could hide that.

I undid his pants and slid my hands under his briefs so I could push them down. He pulled at the buttons on my shirt and then tried for the button on my pants. I wound my fingers around his wrists and stopped him. “Get on the bed,” I said.

He groaned again. “Fuck yes.”

I stripped out of my clothes while he complied and had to rummage around blindly for the bedside table. “Ow,” I said when I caught my finger on the edge of a foil wrapper. Tully chuckled, but it became a moan when I kneeled on the bed, finding one of his feet first and making my way up his leg.

I kissed up his thigh, getting close to his crotch. “Hmm,” I hummed, inhaling his scent.

His fingers found my hair. “Don’t torture me, please.”

“I’m going by feel,” I whispered, finding the base of his cock and nudging his balls with my nose. Then I licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft.

“Oh fuck.”

Thunder boomed overhead and he pulled on my hair and arched his back. “Jeremiah,” he whispered.

Pleading.

I found the lube where I’d thrown it on the bed, and spreading his legs wide, I smeared his hole and pressed a finger into him. He grunted, not a happy sound.

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