As I sang, I danced around Storm, gyrating my ass into his thigh, shimmying my shoulders as I lowered one strap, then the other. The heat in his eyes gave me the confidence to belt out the song like I knew I could. I was on point, hitting every note perfectly.
Back home, when I was in the church choir, the director had told me I was the brunette version of Carrie Underwood. It was the biggest compliment I’d ever gotten for my singing.
When I left for college, I sang in a jazz band on campus and at various bars and coffeehouses on amateur nights. Unfortunately, it was my voice Dane had noticed one night at a bar near my university. He’d bought me a drink after my performance, and I took him home. And so began the worst two years of my life. A big part of why I wanted nothing to do with Storm the night we met had to do with Dane. But that all changed. Every piece of me wanted every part of him.
At the end of the song, I pushed Storm onto the bed and let my dress fall to the floor. I stepped out of it, completely naked, save for my boots.
I cradled Storm’s face and captured his bottom lip between my teeth. “Don’t you cheat on me…”
He swept me off my feet faster than I could say,everand tossed me on the bed. Desire rushed through me as I bounced, watching as he literally ripped off his shirt. God, he was magnificent. He tugged off his boots and had his pants tossed aside just as fast.
Storm pounced on me. The thick crown of his cock entered me. A powerful thrust came next. I yelped his name as he fucked me, hard. Drilling into me without regard for how loud I was or if anyone was around.
“Fuck, Angel. You’re everything. I’ll never cheat on you. I promise.”
We kissed, wildly touching each other. Chasing our orgasms as if our lives depended on it. We bucked harder and faster. The sound of our skin slapping was all I heard.
Storm put his hand between us and found my ball of nerves. “Come for me. Let me feel you come on my dick.” He rubbed and flicked my clit.
I shot off like a rocket. My cries of ecstasy pushed Storm to go off next.
“Fuuuck Angel. Fuck, you feel so damn good, milking my cock.” He groaned, his body tensing through his release until he collapsed on me.
We held each other, touching and kissing as the hours passed. It was heaven.
I ditched my friends to stay the night with Storm. Tara was relieved to hear I was alive and didn’t give me crap.
Storm didn’t want to go to the club’s party. I assured him it would be okay if we went but had gruffly said no. Neither of us cared about the Fourth of July when we had our own fireworks show in his bed.
Sometime after seven, a prospect delivered food to Storm’s room. We had sex several more times while music vibrated the floor beneath us. I eventually fell asleep inmyman’s arms, deliriously happy and sexually satisfied.
It was the best Independence Day of my life.
25
Storm
This morning Madeline and I washed each other in my oversized walk-in shower. It was fuckin’ fantastic. She’d lowered to her knees on the tile floor, a dazzling smile on her gorgeous face. My girl loved the hell outta my dick. I’d nearly crumpled onto the floor in front of her.
Her mouth was wickedly talented. I’d made sure she knew it too, so she’d get dipshit Miller’s words out of her head. I wanted to beat him to a pulp for making Madeline feel inadequate. Because she wasn’t, she was every man’s dream come true. I’d meant it when I told her she could suck my dick anytime.
“I need more on than your T-shirt.” Madeline’s pink cheeks were freaking adorable. She rarely blushed, but when she did, my chest tightened.
Whenever she was near, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. There wasn’t anything about her I didn’t like. I especially liked her long silky brown hair and her cute aqua blue toenails. She seemed to love the color blue.
“Angel, you’re gorgeous. We’re just going downstairs for breakfast. I thought you were hungry.”
“I’m starving. But what will the others say when they see me in only your shirt? When will your aunt and cousins be back from their road trip? I can’t meet them looking like this.” She tugged on my shirt.
I knew she wanted to make a good impression with my Aunt Eve and the boys, but she didn’t need to worry. I was confident they would love her.
“Not for another week. They decided to stay in DC for the Fourth of July.” I was glad too. With the shit going on here, I preferred they stayed away as long as possible.
“Oh. That’s nice.” She rolled her toes under.
I smirked, raking my eyes over her, and licked my lips. I wanted her again. Right then.
“The hungry look in your eyes is what I’m talking about. I don’t even have panties on.” The blush in her cheeks deepened.