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Her eyes teared though she said derisively, “that’s just plain sad. You’re way too much man to have gone without a woman this long. I guess one of your shirts will do.”
“The laundry room is in the basement on the other side of the garage if you want to wash your clothes. Or I can order clothes here for tomorrow.”
Storm laughed aloud. “I haven’t washed clothes since I was a teenager. Being a manager and part/owner of a hotel has its advantages. I’ll throw my dress back on and go without panties in the morning. Not staying long enough to wait for new clothes.”
“Alright. We’ll wake up early and talk.” I kept my face neutral though my dick jumped at her off hand mention of wearing nothing under her dress. I jogged up the two flights and returned with one of my New York Giants Jersey. “Here. Should be long enough to cover your bottom after you shower.”
She received it. “Thank you.”
“Going to bed now. Call if you need anything.” I had barely made it to the second landing when she called my name through the air, and my system picked up her voice as if we were on a call. “Yeah?”
Storm asked in a meek voice. “Do you have a sofa or a chair in your room? I can’t sleep out here.”
I chuckled. “Yeah. Come on.”
She soon bounded up the stairs, holding the quilt and pillow, and jabbed my chest. “And don’t say I told you so.”
“I’m not...though we could’ve saved some time if you just admitted you were too scared to sleep downstairs by yourself.” I started walking up again. “Stop looking at my ass.”
“I wasn’t,” she replied as she giggled. “Okay. Maybe a little. I mean, it’s right there. I can tell you still work out.”
I looked over my shoulder, feigning insult, and she shrugged. “You would’ve stared at my ass if it was the other way around too.”
“Facts. Being staring at it all night.” I smiled, and our eyes met. Her eyes were bright with energy, and I remembered why I loved her so. She gave me hope, and how she looked at me, I gave her hope, too. Maybe...maybe, I wouldn’t have to fight so hard to get her back.
Chapter 3
Storm
While I lathered in his massive shower, I questioned my sanity to be alone in his bedroom. My body didn’t seem to care if my heart and mind couldn’t forgive. I’m not even sure if I would fight him if he boldly joined me in the shower. He was right about earlier. After he jerked me out of the car and hit my ass, I wanted him to fuck me. Had been surprised he hadn’t been a savage and snatched it as he had in the past whenever I denied him. I had other men in the seven years, though none made me feel like Gavin did. Maybe because he was my first love or because I’d fought so hard for our love, his mark on me was indelible.
I held my head back and pulled the tie off, allowing the multi-head shower to wet my hair. Gavin always loved my wet, wavy look, and I wanted to entice him. I enjoyed how his jaw clenched when I mentioned going without panties, though he tried to act unaffected. Desire pooled deep within at the blissful memories of our fucking, and I wanted to use the massaging power of the water spraying to get me off. And if I was an intelligent woman, I would’ve relieved myself to avoid any temptation from the man in the other room waiting for me. The practical part of me couldn’t rationalize masturbation when a delicious dick was only a few feet away from me. Then, my stubborn pride kicked back in. How could I give into him after making it clear he would never fuck me again a couple of hours ago? Was I really that weak for Gavin that simply being in his presence and my panties dropped? Yes! My body screamed. Then, the reminder that he killed Cain and that he was capable of taking out the rest of my brothers cooled my heated body.
The stinging water kept hitting my rigid nipples. Before I knew it, I sunk to the shower bench, opened my legs, and spread my slick lips, allowing the water to pelt down on my clit. I leaned my head against the wall and pretended that it was Gavin’s curly and wavy-haired head in between my legs, eating me out. My finger became his tongue as he licked and licked until I came silently. Physically exhausted and emotionally drained, I couldn’t wait to crawl into bed and fall asleep in his king bed. He’d already agreed to sleep on the chaise lounge in the alcove of his bedroom, surrounded by his bulletproof windows.
When I walked into his bedroom dripped with machismo and masculine energy from the dark red walls and red, black, and brown décor, he stood before his huge aquarium, reminiscent of when we first met. In the darkness of the room, the soothing colors emanating from the glass further calmed me. This was what drew us together. He was shirtless and wore his black silk pajama bottoms off his taut ass. Damn it to hell, all that playing with myself did nothing as I felt myself moisten at the sight of his naked, tatted chest. He’d only had four tatts years ago. Now he had numerous ones, including the large one of a sword with wings that started at his neck and concluded on his chest.
His head turned toward me, and his eyes did a slow travel of my body from my bare feet, over his jersey that barely covered my naked bottom, to the top of my wet hair. I had a towel wrapped around my neck. “I’ll place this towel over my pillow to protect it. Prefer to air dry my hair then blow dry it.”
Gavin didn’t say a word, and I sauntered to bed, adding a slight twist to my hips. When I pulled back the down crushed red velvet bedding, he’d reached the bed simultaneously, and his arm snaked around my waist. He moved my hair to one side, and his mouth immediately sucked my neck. I gasped at the onslaught on my neck and his thick erection that pressed against my back. Fuck, I murmured. I would have a red mark on my skin because with every suck, my clit twitched, and I had no plans to stop him. His other hand dipped under the jersey and cupped my pussy. My legs almost gave up at his two-finger intrusion as his palm graced my mound.
“Come on, I miss the taste of you. It’s been years, and I’ve been so damn thirsty.” Gavin whispered against my neck.
I groaned out of frustration that my body couldn’t resist him. “Fuck...fuck...eat my ass and pussy. That’s it, Gavin.”
He pushed me face down and lifted my ass high in the air. I gripped the sheets as he opened me wide, and his tongue ran the length of my pussy to my ass. He grabbed my cheeks and licked, sucked, probed, and ate both holes. Oh, how I missed the way Gavin loved my body with such abandon. One hand slid under the shirt to cup my breast, and the index finger of his other hand thrust in and out of my dripping walls. He feasted on the juices of my body like I was the finest wine. When my moans grew louder from the slick sounds of my wetness, he started licking me and moving his hands faster and faster until my eyes rolled in the back of my head from pure pleasure.
After I screamed my orgasm, I laid flat on my back and covered my face. Tears falling fast and furious. “I can’t do this.”
Gavin quickly propped himself on his elbow and lightly touched my stomach. “Can’t do what?”
“I can’t be like this with you and keep my distance. I don’t operate like that. I’m not that bitch who can fuck without emotion, at least not with you. It has to mean something.”
He implored, “Then don’t. We can have a real marriage in every sense of the word. Like we planned. Two babies if we have a boy and a girl. More until we have at least one of each. We can get another house that we pick out together and live somewhere else. Whatever you want. I didn’t ask for your hand to control you. I want to love you. I want to share my kingdom with you. I have everything I can imagine. Except you.”
I looked at his handsome face, his thick hair falling over his forehead. Gavin had the type of physical beauty that made others bend over backwards to please him, even without the wealth and power his family had afforded him. He’d never been denied anything he wanted except me. I pulled the sheets tighter around my body and propped my head on my elbow, facing him. “Why do you get to have me? Huh? I’m a fucking prize that deserves more than a man who would kill my family and be bold enough to say you won’t apologize. The scales are so unbalanced in this relationship. You hurt me, and because I’m trying to protect my family, I’m expected to forgive you and live happily ever after with you.
When we first planned to get married, we were on even footing. We came from the same type of family. Neither of us led but followed whatever was asked of us by the family. I thought you understood my brothers' importance to me because you had the same loyalty to your siblings. Now you’re a fucking boss, a king looking for his queen. Except I don’t want just that role when I have my own kingdom that I’m building outside of my family. I’d become a force in the hotel world at twenty-eight. Imagine where I’ll be five, ten years from now.”
