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Hurricane wasn’t the only nigga with issues.

I just knew how to handle mine in silence.

My house was small compared to Hurricane’s crib, but it was just me.

I had something in the works when it came to purchasing a bigger home.

In the meantime, my shit was fly, my backyard was the beach, and my interior designer had my shit decked out in modern décor.

“Ohh, your house is so nice, and I can’t wait to chill on your private beach. I’m going to go put on my bathing suit, so you go do the same.”

“I got you.”

I wasn’t a pushy ass nigga, so I showed her to my guest bedroom and bathroom instead of inviting her into my room. After we finished the bottle of D’usse I had for her, she was going to want to spend a night and be searching for my bed.

I went to my room, put on a pair of white swimming trunks with Versace printed down the leg in black, and slid on a pair of matching socks and my Yeezy slides.

When I came downstairs and walked to the kitchen, I saw her through the glass sliding door that led to the beach.

She was lying on a blanket on the sand under an umbrella that had been outside since I moved into my house.

I grabbed my dick as I watched her from behind in her little pink thong bikini.

Her ass was fat, and I couldn’t wait to feel on it.

I grabbed my D’usse and a glass before I stepped outside.

I got a glass for the lady because I was drinking out of the bottle.

I walked behind Storm, moved her long blonde goddess braids to the side, and started kissing her neck while I rubbed her lower belly.

She giggled and then turned to face me. She was short as fuck, just the way I liked my women.

I grabbed on her ass while she grinned in my face, showing off her pearly whites.

“This sun been killing me out here. Can you rub some sunblock on me, boo?” she asked.

“Hell yeah, long as I can rub it on that ass.” I snickered.

“You can put it anywhere on me.” She stood on her tippy toes and kissed me. “I hope you don’t mind me kissing you.”

“Nah, not at all. You’re beautiful, ma, so you can have your way with me,” I uttered in her ear.

“I feel the same way.”

Storm lay on her stomach. I rubbed lotion on every part of her body that was showing, and then we got our party started.

I laid back on the cover with my shades over my eyes while Storm rolled up some weed, took shots, and turned on the music to set the mood.

The sound of the R I got time for all of that,” I replied nonchalantly.

I passed her the blunt back and picked up the bottle of liquor. She was about to ask a bunch of female questions, so I had to get fucked up. I hated being questioned, but she was cool, and I was going to entertain her.

“I know it's way too soon to ask this, but does a nigga like you even believe in love?”

“I believe in love. I just don’t use the word loosely. I might fall in love one day, though. Just not right now,” I truthfully told her.

It had been years since I’d been in love. I would eventually have to settle down, and I couldn’t deny that I had my eyes open lately. That was why Storm was able to sit on my lap and ask me a million nosy questions.

“Well, at this point in my life, I am looking for something serious. I know I’m just here on vacation, and you’re my lil’ summer fling or whatever, but I would like us to keep in contact.”

I smirked. “You don’t even know how the dick is yet, and you wanna keep in contact?”

She laughed. “Shit, I’m ready to find out right now. This D’usse got me feeling good.”

Storm started grinding on my lap to the music, and I found myself untying her bikini top, causing her breasts to spill out into my face. I started licking one of her nipples, causing her to moan softly.

“You got some condoms, right?” I asked because I wasn’t going in her raw.

“Yup, I got a fresh box in my beach bag.” She reached over for her bag.

Storm was riding my dick so good, I was in a trance as she moaned in my ear. I could suddenly smell the rain, and the air was thick with humidity. California had a weird pattern of weather when it got too hot near the beach. I opened my eyes, and the sky started turning dark gray.

I had forgotten about the summer storm that was coming.

I had been so wrapped up in getting money.

Storm started bouncing on my dick like a porn star, and sprinkles of rain starting to fall.

She felt too good, so I continued to fuck her in the rain until I reached my peak.

By the time I was done, the rain had started pouring, so we rushed into the house.

Storm got flooded in with me, so she couldn’t go back to her hotel. Therefore, she stayed at my house, sucking and fucking on me for forty-eight hours, and I enjoyed every minute of her being around.

Luckily, my freezer was filled with food because she was cooking for a nigga, too.

I made sure I set the record straight with her that I was single, even though she was laid up with me.

We were just kicking it until she left to go back to Colorado.

She was a good catch, but I had to push her to the side until I was ready.

Once the roads were safe to drive again, Hurricane wasted no time getting on my line, ready to cause another storm worse than the one that had passed.