Page 21 of Baring it All (Men in Charge)

“Oh, iced caramel with cream and sugar, please.” She wipes off her hands, then digs some cash out of her pocket to hand it to me.

“You got it,” I reply.

“Hey, Stormy, what Kitty said was right. I didn’t want to take Laura’s appointment. She booked it online. When I called her to cancel, it was harder than I thought it would be to get her to not come.” I don’t blame Cassidy for a minute, even if she did take Laura on as a client. Money is money. I know that better than anyone else.

“You can’t control her. It was bound to happen. Hopefully, we’ve seen the last of her for a while all the same. I’ll be right back.” I close the conversation down, feeling lighter after having my own come-to-Jesus meeting with myself. Now maybe the day will go by faster, and I can get home to Griff.

25

GRIFFIN

“Come on, bud, I bet Stormy’s almost home for the night.” Finn yips in excitement. The boy knows who the woman of the house is by name. After the scene at the salon, I came home, off-loaded my bag, and saw to Finn. Apparently, he didn’t forget me after all, even got his lazy self off the couch to greet me at the door. He did his business once I let him outside, leaving the door open while I started a load of laundry, and then it was a shower for me. The first real one after my unintended swim in the ocean. After dealing with the paperwork where Smith is now under investigation, I went back to the place we were staying, changed clothes, grabbed my bag, and hit the fucking road. It felt good to get a couple of hours of sleep in my own bed. What wasn’t fun was realizing Finn clearly got a little too comfortable while I was gone. He’s going to have a rude awakening coming tonight when Stormy and I are in bed. There’s no fucking way I’ll have him in bed with us, not when I damn well know I’ll be taking Stormy as often as I can, shoulder be damned.

Christ, it’s gonna be a pain in the dick for me to be careful. The last thing I need is to re-injure myself and tell Stormy I need surgery. That means my baby girl is going to be riding her daddy’s dick tonight. A view I’m going to thoroughly fucking enjoy.

After my nap, I swapped laundry, made a sandwich, some chips, and opened a bottle of beer. My woman keeps the fridge well stocked, a damn blessing. I never did that. I’d stop on my way into work or hit the grocery store on a night I was going to actually be home and pick up what I needed. Now there are fruits, vegetables, the beer I prefer, and whatever else she feels the need to pick up. The difference being now is she cooks dinner early before I have to hit the bar, a reality that’s about to change. She’ll be getting off work, and I’ll be heading out. That’s going to suck, big time.

I open the door to the house after taking a walk on the beach with Finn. I’m shirtless and in a pair of board shorts. Finn loves the water, and even though one of my arms is useless, I was still able to toss the frisbee in the water for him to go after. This lasted until he was tired of playing fetch and getting attention from other beach goers, so we started making our way back. A quick rinse in the outdoor shower for both of us to knock off the sand, then drying Finn, and I was ready to see if my woman was home from work.

“Griff,” Stormy’s greets me, her voice breathless. There she stands in the kitchen, bag on the counter, shoes kicked off, taking her hair out of some kind of clip. I stop just inside the door. Finn goes to Stormy, nudging her hand for attention. She pets his head, eyes never leaving mine. Clearly, we both like what we see with one another, me without a shirt, droplets of water clinging to my skin. My sling is back on after the outdoor shower, but damn if I don’t wish it were off right about now.

“Baby girl,” I respond, taking another step closer. Stormy’s tongue comes out, lapping at her lips, eyes hooded with desire. My baby wants something that only I can give her. Earlier today, her face was full of worry. Now it’s filled with desire. We both need one another, which is why I’m walking closer.

“I want you, but I don’t want to hurt you.” A chuckle escapes me. The only way she’ll hurt me is by not touching me.

“You’ll have to do all the work. What is it you want, Stormy?” I ask, already knowing what I want. Now I need to hear her say it.

“I want to taste you. I want you in my mouth, Daddy.” I’m moving through the living room, grabbing a pillow off the couch along the way. There’s a quirk to her eyebrow, wondering why I’d pick it up. She’ll figure it out soon enough. Finn moves away, going to his dog bed without me telling him. It seems my boy is on my side today. Gotta love him.

Stormy’s eyes don’t leave me, not my eyes and definitely not my body. Her head tips to the side at the pillow. She should know I would never have her knees on the cold tile floor. Not when I’m going to fuck that hot mouth of hers.

“Kneel, baby girl, get ready to take your daddy’s cock.” I drop the pillow to the floor, hand going out to help her get into position. She doesn’t hesitate, eyes lowering in desire, nipples pebbling, and I watch as a shudder takes hold of her body. Goddamn, just thinking about sucking my cock is turning her on. My hand is still in hers, and I give her the next task. “Take my dick out.” She doesn’t need any further encouragement. Stormy’s greedy hands attack the strings of my shorts. Velcro gives way, and then my shorts drop to the ground. I step out of them while she waits for my next command.

I’m greeted with a purr when I wrap my hand around my cock. I twist my wrist as I jack my length. Her eyes are on what I’m doing the entire time. She licks her lips, and there goes the last of my restraint.

“You ready for this?” I ask, moving closer. She nods, and I go further. The precum is gathered on the head of my cock. The need to paint her lips with the white pearlescent cum deepens in my chest. “Stay still, let daddy do what he wants, baby girl.” I paint her lips. The smooth skin against my cock has my knees locking in place. She gives me a heated look, and I watch her chest rise and fall. This won’t last long if I’m not careful. “You wanted to taste me. Lick your lips, and then brace yourself because I’m going to fuck that sweet hot mouth of yours.”

“Hmm,” she moans when her tongue laps at her lips. Had I thought this through more, I would have had her strip down. As it is now, the second Stormy swallows my cum, I’m going to want a fuck of a lot more than her mouth. I’m going to want her naked, spread on the couch, my head buried between her beautiful-as-fuck thighs.

“Open your mouth for me.” She does without question. “Hands on the back of my thighs. Hold on tight. If you need a break, I’ll pull back. You might be swallowing my dick, but I won’t neglect your need for air or a break.” Clearly, she is on the same page because as I take a step closer, my hands going to each side of her head, she wraps her lips around my length. I take a moment to regroup, steadying myself before I lose control. Something I pride myself not to do when it comes to the woman on her knees before me. Today, it might break my will. I slowly slide deeper before pulling out, testing how far I can take it with each pass. Stormy is more than ready. She keeps her tongue soft, tracing the underside of my dick each time.

“Gonna go deeper now,” I warn her. One of my hand cups the back of her head. Her eyes water, but she doesn’t shake her head no and only becomes more enthusiastic. The tightness in the back of her throat around my tip is an experience like no other. No one but Stormy could ever take me so good. “That’s it, baby girl, swallow me, let me feel more,” I encourage. My head tips back as a prickling sensation slides up the base of spine, causing my balls to pull tight.

Another moan from her has me pulling my hips back to slide forward again, somehow managing to go deeper. Goddamn, there’s no holding back, there’s no slowing down, and I hope to fuck she can hold the hell on. I hold her while I fuck her mouth, Stormy taking a piece of my damn soul with the way she matches me.

“Swallow me, baby girl,” I groan, my sentence breaking off when she does what I say. Her mouth literally sucks the cum from my body. A ripple takes hold, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever recover with each spurt that shoots from me. “Take it all,” I say with one last push of my hips, holding her head while I finish coming down her throat. There’s no damn way we won’t be doing this again. Last time she took me in her mouth, we we’re in bed, I was on my back, and she was between my legs. It didn’t last long. I couldn’t stand not having her cunt wrapped around my dick. Today, though, there was no denying what my woman wanted.

Stormy’s hands leave my thighs, and I slowly pull out of her sweet mouth. “Griff.” Her tongue darts out, licking her lips and any remnants of my cum left behind. That’s not what has me bending down, though. It’s the way she’s pressing her thighs together. It’s time I take care of her, and I’m going to do that right fucking now.

26

STORMY

One Week Later

“Hey, Barbie, is Griff in his office?” I wave at her while walking toward the bar. Today was slower at the salon, so I went home, let Finn out, and then packed dinner to bring to the bar. I’m hoping it’s not one of those nights Griff’s on the phone half the time or out on the floor because people are stupid. He’s still healing, and I’m making sure he wears the sling even when he says he’s fine. Stubborn, stubborn man.

“Hey, Storm. Yeah, he is. It’s been a slow one.” She winks at me. Usually, she works during the day and not at night. I guess things have changed, or Jeremy is taking time off because she’s been her more than usual. I’ll have to ask Griff when I make it to his office.

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