Page 107 of Braving the Storm

Except, the door opens, and there’s no familiar thud to indicate that she’s finally left.

“Oh my god, will she ever leave,” I gasp, fists balling up in the sheets when he picks up the pace, seemingly unconcerned that our intruder hasn’t yet departed. My head turns into his arm beneath my head, and my teeth connect with his skin. There’s no other way I can stop myself from whining or crying out.

“His boots are here.” She calls out.

There’s too much suspicion in her voice.

I can’t hold on much longer, but I somehow spit out a reply. One that hopefully saysfuck right off.

“Pretty sure he’s got more than one pair of boots, you know.”

Storm curses something rich and approving, then starts pumping into me, sinking as deep as he can go.

Stars form behind my eyes.

“Fine, whatever. God, you need to sort your shit out and get out of bed earlier in the day. I always knew you were lazy, but this is next level, Briar.”

The door slams.

Behind me, there’s a growl, a deep noise that rumbles straight through from his chest pressed against my back.

He flips us, so that I’m on my hands and knees, and drives into me ruthlessly.

Sweet relief floods my veins when I hear the car start and pull away.

Storm fucks me so hard, so powerfully, I’m drooling and biting down on the pillow as he tells me all the filthy things he knows I want to hear right now. That I’m his. I belong to him. I’ve got his cuff on, and that means he gets to own my body whenever and however he wants, his perfect little fucktoy.

“Come right fucking now. I want you to come harder than you’ve ever fucking come in your life.”

As he fists my hair and snakes a hand round to find my clit, everything consumes me.

“That’s it, my beautiful whore.”

My toes curl, a low moan rips out of me, as I blank completely. White spots take over my vision and I’m pretty sure my hearing disappears along with my sanity.

With a groan, his hips stutter, then he buries himself as far as he can go. His cock pulses into me, throbbing inside my pussy as my climax feels like it never ends.

It’s so intense, I’m left in a daze. Simply melting against the man who wraps me up in his arms. My Storm, who pulls me into his chest with murmured words and wet kisses that coat me from head to toe in nothing but the sweetest, kindest, softest embrace.

Right then and there, the words hang on my lips, and desperate need aches behind my ribs. I want to tell him how much I love him.

Yet, the familiar awful, gnawing feeling holds me back, insipidly reminding me of a poison spreading from its source.

Uttering those words might be the truth, but it would be the worst thing I could possibly curse him with.

Chapter 37

I’m like a fawn on ice skates with wobbly legs as I pull up and park outside the only cafe in Crimson Ridge. The place where my sister lurks in wait for me.

The unsteadiness isn’t out of trepidation, but from being so thoroughly blissed out after Storm took it upon himself to torture me in the best way possible this morning.

He knew I needed to be given the perfect kind of distraction to settle my mind and my nerves before descending into the viper pit.

My pussy is definitely a little sore. Meanwhile, I’m floating along the sidewalk on a serene ocean of contentment, no doubt with a goofy, love-sick grin on my face, as I shove my keys in my handbag.

Thedeath-trap rental, as my cowboy likes to call my car, came in useful once more. As much as he might want me to drive his truck, we both know I’m a hundred times more of a liability to crash attempting to navigate a stick shift until I’ve had alotmore practice.

What I would give for all of that and more under his steady, guiding hand.