Page 37 of The Starry Knight

“I’m going to get your bed all wet with my hair.” She states, like I care what she does to my bed. I couldn’t care less. I throw her the towel wrapped around me and she covers her eyes like she hasn’t seen me this naked several times now.

“Why are you covering your eyes? You know you like it!” I jump in the bed right beside her, causing her to bounce again. I grab her body, putting us both under the covers. “Stop wriggling. I’m trying to warm you up.”

“Let me at least wrap my hair in this towel first.” She does just that then snuggles in beside me. I could get used to this. Having Stormy in my arms just feels right. Like she was the jagged little puzzle piece I needed to fit with. Just like my father would tell us when we were kids, “If it’s right, you know.”

“Shit, what about work?” She shoots up and looks at me.

I chuckle. “I’ll tell your boss that you called in sick,” I wink at her, and she playfully punches me in the chest.

“That’s not funny. Everyone will know something is up between us.” She worries her bottom lip. I pull her chin toward me so she’s looking at me.

“I don’t give a fuck what people think. You are mine. Anyone can know,” I say in all seriousness.

“Elijah is going to flip out. He won’t leave me alone,” She utters but tries to look away when she sees the anger bubbling up inside me. That motherfucker has been hitting on her all this time even when I told him in no certain terms to leave her alone. I sit up, ready to get my phone to call my brother and let him knowthat I’m about to fire his assistant. “Hey, it’s okay. I can handle him. You don’t have to fight all my battles.”

I cup her cheeks. “That’s what I’m here for. I want to do that for you. Besides, you shouldn’t be uncomfortable at work. That’s sexual harassment and I won’t stand for it.” She rubs her hand down my chest and back up, trying to soothe me.

“We’ll deal with that later. How about a nap?” She falls backwards onto the bed, her breasts bouncing along with her. Leaning over I pull a nipple into my mouth, while I slide my hand over her smooth skin. I move to the other nipple, giving it a little tug with my teeth. “Mm, Daddy did you hear me say something other than nap?” she teases. I look up at her, giving her a devilish smile.

“Nap can mean other things, Angel.” I profess. I slip my hand between her legs and find that she is soaked. I crawl over her until I am holding myself on top of her. I kiss a trail down her collar bone, over her breasts, down to her belly button and over to each hip bone before I continue downwards. I smell her sexy as fuck arousal and I can’t wait to get another taste. “Open up for me. Let me see you.”

She does as I say, and I am greeted with the most perfect ripe pussy I’ve ever seen. “I need my breakfast,” I say with a smirk. She rolls her eyes until I lick from her center to her clit. She lets out a loud moan as she writhes on the bed. I continue to eat my fill until she is chanting my name. Hearing her call me Daddy does something to me. I want to see her cunt dripping with my seed. I want to see her belly swell, knowing she is carrying my child with her. I never in my life thought I would want that. But I want it with Stormy. I wantit all. I think of adding my name to hers and I chuckle thinking of Stormy Knight. She’s going to hate it and I’ll love it even more. I add two fingers to her as I continue to lick and nibble away. I hold down her hips to the bed, so she can’t go anywhere. She has to take the pleasure I’m giving her.

“Daddy!” she screams and I think the other tenants in this building might be able to hear her. I climb up her body and slam my cock inside her. I kiss her so she can taste herself on me. I feel her orgasm ricochet through her body, and I thrust in and out of her wet pussy. I can already feel my climax barreling through me. She turns me on so much, just eating her out was enough to make me come. I thrust into her over and over, each more punishing than the last. I want my seed to make it through even if she is taking birth control. For a moment I wonder if she carries it in her purse or if she will be skipping a day today. Hope springs in my heart, I want to tie her to me in as many ways as I can. I come in a rush, thinking of her pregnant with my child. I probably should talk to her about it but fuck that. I will always take care of her. Jets and jets of my come hit her womb and I will the little swimmers to do their job.

“Fuck, Angel, you feel amazing squeezing my cock. You take me so well.”

“Your cock is so big and fills me up, Daddy. I love it.” Pride soars through me at her words. I pump in one last time and keep my cock firmly in place, hoping those little fuckers stay in there.

“Keep saying things like that and you definitely won’t get that nap.” I kiss the tip of her nose and roll off of her, reluctantly. “Stay there.” I shove to my feet,getting a wash cloth from the bathroom to clean her up. When I get back, I see she did as she was told and stayed there. I smile at my little vixen listening to what her Daddy told her to do. I wipe around her thighs then scoop some of my come and push it back into her. She gives me a quizzical look.

“What are you doing?” I shrug my shoulders and continue pushing it back inside her. “I’m on birth control, you know?” She looks at me like I have lost my damn mind and maybe I have. I finish cleaning her up and throw the rag over my shoulder.

“What kind of birth control are you on? The pill?” I question. I don’t want to have to get Dr. Peterson over here to remove birth control if she has a permanent one. I’ll do it, but then she will know that’s what I want before I’m ready to tell her.

“Yes, the pill. Why? I’m not going to get pregnant if that’s what you are worried about. I take it religiously.” She replies and I wonder again if she has it in her purse. I don’t remember seeing it when I went in there looking for her anxiety meds.

“Well, we can’t leave the apartment for a while so unless you carry it with you…” I trail off, letting her come to the same conclusion I’m thinking.

“Fuck, I have to leave. I don’t have it with me. I didn’t think I would be staying somewhere last night. You have to take me home, Sebastian.” She sits up, biting her bottom lip and wringing her hands together.

“Calm down, Angel. Everything will be fine.” I put my hand over hers, not wanting her to reinjure it. I try to reassure her, knowing damn well that we aren’t leaving this apartment with all the paparazzi lingering. Maybe later this afternoon, but I’m sure they knowwhere she lives by now. I need to get up and take care of this. As much as I would love to keep fucking Stormy, I need to get rid of these people and find out what scandal they are spilling. Miles is probably having a fit. I need to go find my phone. Fuck, I don’t want to pop this bubble we are in. “I need to go find my phone to see what is going on with everything. You can take a nap if you want to. I’ll get you some clothes to put on, too,” I add.

“Thank you.” I grab some sweats and a Princeton t-shirt and toss it to Stormy. She gets up and pulls on the clothes and I have never seen a sight better than Stormy in my clothes. They are way too big for her, but she looks so fucking sexy with my sweats rolled up and a huge tee. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.

I shrug, “I just like seeing you in my clothes.” I turn and head to the living room where I think I dropped my phone earlier. I find it on the couch and see I have several missed calls from Miles and Marcy.Fuck.This can’t be good.I press on Marcy’s name first, hoping she has some good news for me. I told Stormy I would protect her, but I need to know what I’m up against.

Chapter 20

Stormy

What a whirlwind of twenty-four hours. So much has happened. I know I need to talk to Sebastian about everything from my past. From the look on his face when he got the call, he already knows a lot. I’m sure he has questions. I walk into the bathroom, gathering my clothes. I need to be ready when he says I can leave. My chest aches at the thought of leaving him. He’s growing on me. I don’t think he is the playboy that everyone painted him as. I know better than anyone that the tabloids can blow things out of proportion. Or maybe with me he is different. A girl can dream.

Classes start today and I have my first one tonight. I don’t want people following me when I’m on campus though. I shouldn’t have gone to that bar last night, but it’s done and over with. Now I have to live with the consequences.

“Fuck.” I mutter to myself. I sure got myself in deep. I’m sure I have been plastered all over the internet by now. I’m scared to even look at my phone. I need to call Lana and tell her I am okay. Shit, she’s probably worried. I go to my purse in the living room to retrieve my phone and I hear Sebastian on the phone.

“She’s not like that. She’s innocent in all this. Stormy was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.”He spits into his phone. His back is to me so he doesn’t know I can hear him. I wonder what awful things are being said about me. I grab my phone and head back to his bedroom. I don’t want to hear anymore. I dial Lana’s number and wait for her to pick up.

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