Page 205 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two

“Thank you for introducing me,” she eventually says. “I’ll get out of your way.”

“Are you hungry, Skai? There’s plenty of food here,” Shae offers. Skai shakes her head.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to break the family moment apart,” she says, and I can’t help but feel there’s another meaning in there.

I nod, and Skai and the young man walk off, disappearing in the foliage.

“Mommy, Daddy, can Raiden and I go find Uncle Axel and play video games today?”

Tempest bounces up and down, excitement coming off her in waves.

I glance at Shae, and she nods her affirmation.

“Sure,” I say. “Just make sure you take breaks!” I yell, trying to reach them with my voice despite them sprinting back into the house.

“That was…” Shae takes a deep breath, holding it in her chest before expelling all the air in a smooth movement.

“Yeah,” I reply, sliding back into my chair. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried,” Shae adds quickly and gives me a look.

“As long as the babies are okay,” she murmurs. “That’s all that matters.”

To signal my agreement, I kiss the back of her hand, right over the ring that declares to the world she’s mine.

FORTY-SIX

SHAE

The fullness between my thighs lets me know I fell asleep with a dick inside me. Which would be horrifying in any other situation, but now, with there being hours until sunrise, I’m a whole host of contradictions.

“Keep squeezing that pussy around me, and you’re gonna get fucked again, Sweetness.”

Oh,fuck.My eyes squeeze tighter because the way his sleep-rough voice courses down my spine has me clenching even more, arousal flowing down like a Slip ' N ' Slide.

“Hmmmm,” Storm growls, rocking his pelvis up so that his even-harder dick kisses against my cervix.

Damn you and your big dick, Storm Sandoval.

“Storm,” I begin, sliding back to disengage us, but he grabs my hips, pulling me back into position.

And sliding my clit against his pubic bone.

“Storm,” I say again, sitting up this time and facing him. He reclines on the pillows with one arm thrown over his head. His other hand latches to my hip, keeping us pressed together.

“As much as I’m enjoying this moment,” I say on a breath, but Storm sits up in one smooth movement, activating his abdominal muscles in a way that has my mouth going dry.

“First things first, Sweetness,” he murmurs, latching onto my neck.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” he says, pulling me closer to his mouth with a hand on my back.

I shiver.

“O-oh?” I stutter.

“Mmhmm,” he says, his broad hand gripping my ass cheek. “How do you want it, baby?”

I don’t even know what he’s talking about at this point; he’s got me so discombobulated.