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Chapter Forty-Seven

Gabriel

The alarm goes off on my cell, but like I have done over the last week, I snooze it. I’ve just fallen back into a nice sleep when it goes off again, and I groan, shutting it off completely. I roll over, feeling the bed for the t-shirt that I lost during the night. When my hand lands on it, I pull it to me, covering the lower half of my face with it bunched up so I can breathe it in. Sleep takes me again, and it’s peaceful because Storm is here with me.

I wake up some time later, rested and unable to sleep anymore, but that doesn’t mean I want to get up. I shift, trying to get more comfortable, but this bed doesn’t feel as good without Storm here with me. Eventually, it’s my bladder that causes me to get up, but I take the t-shirt with me, pretty sure I’ll never wash it or the sheets on that bed, which is so damn pathetic.

When I’m finished, I take the t-shirt and go to my bedroom to gather clothes for a shower. I need to try my best to get back into a routine. I can’t let this situation with Storm ruin my life, as much as it feels like it will. I still have to go to work, meaning I need to shower in the mornings, along with eating breakfast. Though I don’t have work today, it’s a good day to start.

I open the door to my room and step in, going over to my dresser to pull open the drawer to decide what I want to wear. Storm’s t-shirt is tucked under my arm. I’m going to turn into Linus from Peanuts , only with a shirt instead of a blanket. It’s not big, so I’ll be able to fold it up and put it in my bag to take to work with me. No one has to know but me.

I pull out a pair of underwear and then socks, putting them on top of the dresser to bend down and go for a shirt when I hear something behind me that has me pausing.

Is that… snoring?

A lick of fear runs up my spine, and I carefully turn around to look at my bed. Holy crap—someone is in my bed. My heart jumps as I jolt back, banging my hip on the dresser. I bite my lip to stifle the groan.

Who the hell would be in my bed?

It can’t possibly be…

Storm?

With hope blossoming in my chest, I take a careful step forward, then another and another until I’m at the end of my bed, looking down at a sleeping Storm.

It’s impossible to describe the emotion swirling in my chest over seeing him here.

He’s hugging my pillow, face buried in it. The blankets are pulled up over him to his shoulders and he’s mostly on his stomach. What is he doing here? How long has he been here? How did he get here?

I didn’t come into my room last night, I went right to his. Has he been here the whole time? I move to the side of the bed—my side—where he’s asleep.

“Storm?” He stirs, then takes a heavy breath and seems to go back to sleep. So I repeat his name. “Storm.”

He lifts his head, then looks over his shoulder. Confusion is clear on his face but only for a few seconds before he turns over.

“Gabriel?”

“Storm, what are you doing here? How long—” I snap my mouth shut, the look of devastation on his face is enough to have my chest aching and the words get stuck in my throat.

He tosses the blankets off him, and I can’t help but drag my gaze down his body. Over his wide chest and firm stomach. He’s in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs… sleeping in my bed.

Storm gets to his feet, and then he’s standing in front of me.

“Gabriel…” he breathes out, just inches from me. My heart picks up, pounding an erratic rhythm.

I knew I missed him, but I didn’t realize how much until right this very moment, now that he’s standing in front of me so close that I can smell him.

“Storm…” I respond.

His gaze goes to my lips, and then his hand is on my cheek, fingers brushing my skin. My eyes fall closed, my lips part, and then he’s kissing me. A soft press of his lips against mine that gradually gets firmer before his lips open for me, and I feel the soft swipe of his tongue against mine. I whimper, and don’t even care.

Our bare chests press together, his erection crushed against my thigh. My hands go to his neck, needing him closer. So much closer. Closer than I think is even humanly possible.

“I missed you,” he says, bringing his mouth to my neck and kissing down my chest. He drops to his knees and tugs my briefs down, taking me into his mouth. My hand thumps against the wall, and I look down at him. Our eyes lock as he sucks me off, and I see in his eyes so much emotion.

“My god,” I groan, resting my head back again and finding his hair to tangle my fingers in. It’s been so long since I’ve come, since I’ve had him around me. I never lasted long to begin with, but it’s even worse now. “Storm…” His name comes out as a whine, and I bite my lip, fighting away the urge to come down his throat. It’s so hard to believe he is here, that this is real. “Stop, please. Stop, stop…” I beg, tugging on his hair. He does, but I can tell he doesn’t want to.

“I’m sorry,” he says, getting to his feet and moving to step back, looking absolutely mortified.

“No,” I growl, gripping his arm and tugging him to me. I kiss him again, strong and firm, and he kisses me back just the same. I turn so the backs of my thighs hit the bed, and holding onto him, I sit down and scoot back. He crawls over me, his body covering mine. “I need you,” I say. “Please, I need you inside me.”

I never thought I could crave someone the way I crave Storm. I never knew I could need someone the way I need him. Before he left, I knew I liked him here, loved the things we were doing, but it took for him to leave to actually see how badly I need him. And now that he’s back? It’s impossible to stop. I need all of him; I need everything.

“Please,” I say again.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, resting his head against mine.

“Yes, please.”

His mouth is on mine again, thrusting his erection against mine. He’s so hard and feeling him rubbing on me is making me impossibly harder.

“Storm,” I whine. “Please.”

“Okay,” he breathes out. “Okay.”

He sits up on his knees, then leans back to reach into my nightstand drawer and pulls out the lube that we put in there once he started sleeping in here with me. Storm makes quick work of getting it on his hand and sliding a finger inside me.

“Oh my god!” I groan, grinding against his hand. “More. Please.”

Without a word, he adds a second finger. I think I may explode just like this. Just having him touch me, having him back here… it’s all too much. Too much, yet not enough at the same time.

“Inside me. Now. Please.”

There’s no teasing from him this time. He does exactly as I say. He gets to his feet for just long enough to get naked, then he’s coating his dick with lube and lining up with my hole. Pressing inside me slowly, he holds onto my legs to keep me steady. I grab his arms, digging my nails in and urging him deeper.

“Slow down,” he says.

“No. I need you,” I say with a shake of my head.

He nods in understanding and continues to push inside me. There’s some resistance, my body being annoying, but I relax myself as much as I can, needing him in me.

“Fuck,” he hisses once he’s all the way in. I lean up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck to pull him to me, needing his lips on mine.

Storm rocks against me slowly, hands touching everywhere, lips never leaving mine. I hold onto him for dear life, not wanting him to get away from me. He hits the perfect spot inside me, and he’s lying on me enough to give pressure to my dick, which has me quickly climbing toward an orgasm that I so desperately want.

“Storm,” I whine.

“Yeah, baby.”

“A little faster, please.”

He does as I say, moving just a little bit faster.

“Yes, yes, just like that.” My fingers dig into his skin. “I’m going to come.”

“Fuck, Gabriel,” he groans as he keeps up his pace.

The orgasm has my dick spasming, shooting cum between us. Storm licks my chest free of it as he keeps fucking me, moving faster now, using my body how he needs to get off. I’m still hard, still feeling like I could come again, if he keeps going.

“You want my cum in your ass, Gabriel?”

“Yes!”

Storm hikes my thigh up and shifts to fuck me deeper. Deeper than I’ve ever felt him before. I feel him everywhere, and it’s exactly what I need.

“I’m so fucking close. You’re so tight and you feel so goddamn good.”

All I can do is whimper in response as I watch him use my body for his own pleasure, fucking me hard and fast, needing to come, needing my body to make him come… I love seeing him like this, in the throes of pleasure, chasing an orgasm and wanting to share it with me.

His hands tighten on my legs as he slams into me one more time, his dick throbbing inside me. I clench around him, greedily taking his cum.

“Fuck,” he says through a shuddering breath. His eyes open and he looks down at me, something passing in his eyes. I can’t quite tell what it is, but it’s not great. So I lean up again, taking him by the back of the neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

“You can’t leave me again,” I whisper against his lips before kissing him there, then along his jaw. “Please. Don’t ever leave me again.”