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I’m not sure how long I sit there staring at the screen, watching the new comments roll in. It’s like a disease, spreading, morphing, makin
g my skin crawl.
“Baby, what are you doing? You better not be working over there.”
I hear him stick his e-cig in his mouth and come up behind me. I slam the laptop lid down and turn to him, hopefully hiding my growing panic over all the comments and hashtags.
“Just checking my email.” I smile up at him.
“I’m naked on your couch and you’re checking your email?” He reaches over me and lifts the lid, his eyes scanning the screen.
“Oh, fuck me. Already, this shit is starting with these assholes online?”
“Apparently so. Hashtag BlizzardChick is trending.”
He rolls his eyes and goes back to the couch, rubbing his face with the back of his hand.
“Come over here.” He takes a drag on his cig. “You look upset. Come talk to me.”
I close the laptop again and cross the room, sitting on the couch next to him. I curl my legs under me and pull the pillow into my lap. “I’m a little upset,” I admit, peering up at him from beneath my hair.
“Why? I thought we had a great night. Did I hurt you?” Concern furrows across his face.
I grab his hand and lace my fingers with his. “No...,well, yeah a little, but that’s not it.”
“Then tell me.”
I nod over at the laptop. “The comments, the picture. I’m not used to all this stuff. Some people are saying really nasty things about me. About us.”
He pulls me onto his lap. “Evie, I know it’s hard, but you can’t let that stuff get to you. I don’t want to keep you a secret. I want to be out in public with you. But with that, comes this shit. We have to just ignore it as best we can. I grew up with this stuff. I’m used to people putting our pictures in magazines and then this social media crap. I hate that you have to deal with it now, too.” He pushes my hair off my shoulder and rests his lips there. “Last night was fucking incredible. Let’s talk about that instead.”
“It was...,but—”
“But what?”
“One of the comments... it says they’re friends with the band and that you’re just with me for publicity. To get attention, I guess.”
Pulling away, he shakes his head, his jaw clenching. “Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t believe that shit, do you?”
My eyes drop, and my hesitation to answer him infuriates him.
“Fucking Jill probably posted half that shit. She does crap like that all the time to start trouble.”
Well, that would make sense. She obviously wants to make me uncomfortable, and she seems the type that would do stupid things to try to come between Storm and I.
“I don’t fucking play games or do shit for publicity. I don’t want publicity.” He runs his hand up my thigh, under the thin silk material of my robe, his fingers sliding between my legs. “My feelings for you are real. I care about you more than anything.”
Before I have a chance to reply, he’s kissing me, deep and rough. I can feel the anger in his touch, his disappointment in my distrust. I hate that I doubted him.
He turns my body, laying me down in front of him, his lips never leaving mine. His hard, hot cock presses against my ass. He pushes my thin robe up around my waist and lifts my leg, pulling it back behind me and laying it over his. In one smooth push, he buries his cock into my pussy from behind, causing me to gasp. His hand moves up to cup my breast, his lips on my neck, sucking and biting.
“Does that feel like a game to you, baby?”
I arch my back and open myself up to him, moaning against the pillow.
“Don’t you ever doubt me, Evie.” He rolls over toward me a bit more, crushing me into the couch, laying more of his weight on top of me. He slams into me harder, his balls slapping against me.
“I love fucking you even more than I thought I would,” he growls into my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”
He slows, pulling his cock out slowly, inch by inch, then pushing it back it even slower, drawing out the feeling, then pulling out slowly again. He rotates his hips, slowly grinding back down into me. I reach behind me and grope for him, my hand settling on his muscled thigh, nails digging into his flesh, trying to pull him harder into me.
“Don’t be greedy,” he whispers, pounding down into me. I cry out his name deliriously. My body begs him for more, my sex dripping wet, clenching his shaft as he pounds me from behind.
“Your pussy loves me, doesn’t it?” God, I love dirty Storm talk. I think he could make me come just talking in my ear.
He grabs my hand on his thigh and entwines our fingers, then brings our hands down above my head, turning our bodies until I’m lying face down flat on the couch, his full length laying on top of me. His free hand snakes under me and lifts my hips up, ass in the air, and he plunges into me. Sliding his hand between my legs, his fingers find my clit, swollen and pulsing, waiting for him. He works his magic on me, rubbing the throbbing nub as he pistons me from behind. I squeeze his hand and scream his name into the couch as I come, my wetness engulfing his huge cock inside me. He pulls out suddenly, ripping me from my orgasmic dream-state, and flips me over quickly beneath him, sliding his shaft into me again. I wrap my arms and legs around him, my lips and tongue exploring his chest. I gaze up at him as he climaxes, his eyes rolling up, mouth parted. He looks like pure ecstasy. His grip on my hand loosens, his thumb making slow, gentle circles on my palm. His arm and leg muscles start to relax.
A few minutes and short, lazy thrusts later, he opens his eyes and stares down into mine.
“I love you, Evie. I know since we met it’s been like a crazy train on the loose, but I really love you.” He takes a deep breath. “Love is something I don’t joke about, you know that. It’s also not something I thought I’d have. You’re a surprise to me.”
“Storm...” My throat tightens with emotion. The sincerity of his words shakes me. I’ve been slowly falling for him since the first day, fighting it with everything I have—afraid he will hurt me, afraid I might hurt him.
“I love you, too. It scares me to death, but I do.”
“Then we will be scared together.” He kisses me softly. “I want a partner, Evie. A best friend. I think we’ve got that. I mean, I want to fuck you silly, but at the end of the day, what I really want is someone to come home to that’s just gonna sit with me and hold my hand and love me for me, and let me love them.”
“I want that too, Storm. So much.”
“So... we should give it a try.” He grins and raises his eyebrow at me.
I rub my foot up and down his calf. “I don’t know how to do this.”
He brushes the backs of his fingers across my cheek and contemplates me for a moment. “Evie, I don’t know how to do this either. I haven’t been in a relationship since I was fucking nineteen years old.”
“That really scares me, Storm. What if you can’t stop... with the girls? You’re used to just jumping on anyone, anytime. What if you don’t like being with just me?”
“I can stop. I have stopped. That’s not going to be a problem. I’m not a sex addict, Evie. And ya know what? Half that shit you read about me online isn’t even true. Just because I was with a model or a porn star at some party, doesn’t mean I had sex with her. I told you when we first met that I have a few female friends who I would have sex with on occasion. That’s it. Even I have some standards.”
I sit up. “Storm, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. All the pictures online...”
“It’s okay, I know.” He pulls me closer to him and wraps my legs around him. “I’m going to be honest with you. What I want, what I fantasize about with you... is you being my sweet angel during the day and my whore at night. I want you to always want me. I don’t want you to ever push me away or say no to me. I want to buy you sexy lingerie, and slowly take it off you. If I want to drag you into a back room at a concert and ask you to blow me, I want you to want it. And not because I’m in a fucking band, but because you want me. But on top of all that, I don’t want it to just be sex. I want the trust and the love that’s su
pposed to come with all that. That’s my fantasy, and it started when I met you. Could I live without that? Of course. Will I love you no matter what? Yes. No doubt. I would never cheat on you, no matter what. Maybe you think I’m a sicko now. If so, then I’ll deal with it. But that’s what I want.”
I stare at him for a long time, trying to wrap my head around everything that is him. Somewhere in him is a huge fear of rejection, of not being loved or wanted for who he really is. He’s lost in his fame, and I think his first wife did a number on his head and heart when he was too young. I want to heal him and give him everything he wants.
“Yes,” I say simply.
“Yes?” He frowns at me, confused.
I wind my arms around his neck. “Yes, I want that. Yes, I can be that. You can trust me, Storm.”
“I know, Evie. It’s what I love about you so much, I know I can trust you. I know this won’t be easy and it’s new for both of us, but I will try like crazy to make you happy.”
