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“Alright, well let me know if I can help with the funeral arrangements.”
“Actually, that is something you can do. Can you get with Elijah and finalize everything? He got everything from Stormy’s desk, so he has all the information. It can be his last assignment.” I smile to myself. I’m happy to be getting rid of that fucker. Anyone that makes Stormy uncomfortable is an enemy of mine.
“Yeah, no problem. Take care of your girl. Love you, bro.”
“Love you, too.” I drop the phone beside me and scrub my hands over my face. I need to find out how to get in touch with Blaine’s parents. I pull up my PI’s number and shoot him a text.
Sebastian:I need the contact information for Blaine Jack’s family in Florida.
Jackson:I’ll send it right over. Be careful, they might take you for more than you think.
Sebastian:Thanks for all the info on Stormy. She actually ended up telling me everything. As far as the Jacks’, they aren’t going to get a cent unless they sign something my attorney will draw up. They aren’tgetting more than I deem necessary to leave her alone.
Jackson:Good. Let me know if you need anything else.
Sebastian:Will do.
Should I include Stormy in this? I don’t want her to be angry that I went behind her back, but I also don’t want her to have to deal with this.Fuck. I’ll decide later, right now there is someone I need to be with. I walk back to my room, cracking open the door to find my sleeping Angel just as I left her. Pulling off my sweats, I slide in behind her pulling her close to me. I want to feel her soft body pressed against mine. She smells like my body soap, and I smile because I feel like I’ve claimed her with my scent. I nuzzle into her neck, breathing her in. She shifts in my embrace and pushes herself back against me. Closer our bodies become, as if one.
“Sebastian,” She whispers.
“I’m right here, Angel,” I murmur.
“Why do you call me, Angel?” she asks sleepily.
“For one, your eyes are so bright, they look like halos. And second,” I kiss the side of her neck, “second is because you emit this shine that never seems to dull even though you have been through the harshest of days. Never lose your shine, Stormy.”
She turns her head and I see a single tear stream down her cheek, and I catch it with my thumb. “Don’t cry, my sweet girl.”
“They aren’t sad tears. I just,” she begins, “I never thought I would be comfortable showing someone the most vulnerable parts of me, but you see me at my worst and still want to be with me. You even saw my paintings and didn’t run. Those are splashes of color from my soul put on canvas.” She confesses.
“Look at me. I want all of you. I want to know every corner of your soul. I told you there isn’t any place I’d rather be, and I meant it.” I lean over capturing her lips in mine, savoring her unique taste. I never want to forget this moment. It feels profound, like she is finally accepting me into her life. And I’ll be damned if I screw it up.
“Thank you.” She mutters against my lips. “Thank you for not being who I thought you were but everything I didn’t know I needed. You feel like home with a heartbeat. If that makes any sense. Maybe I’m rambling.” I lean over her body, looking down into her eyes.
“You don’t ever have to thank me.” I pause for a moment not sure if I should say it or not. But looking into her eyes, I can see she feels the same, even if she doesn’t know it yet. I can wait for her to realize it, but I need her to know. “Stormy, I love you. We may have had a rough go in the beginning, but you have ingrained yourself into my soul. I may not be the hero in your stories, but I would burn the world for you.” A gasp escapes her beautiful lips, and more tears begin streaming down her face. She reaches up and cups my cheek in her hand.
“Sebastian, I knew there was a connection with you at the fundraiser. I saw you across the room and I just wanted to be near you. I felt as though there was a tether pulling us together. I think Mary saw something similar that night and that’s why she gave me the job to work with you.” She takes a breath, blinking back a few tears. “I thought I hated you, but that was never the case. Somehow I think I always knew that our souls were made of the same thing and were calling to eachother.” She pulls her hand down and grasps my arm. She’s waiting for a reply, but she doesn’t know that she just told me the best thing I have ever heard in my life. It could only be better if she told me she loved me. I think she does but is having a harder time telling me and I understand that. I truly do. I will give her all the time she needs to come to terms with her love for me. And I will do everything in my power to help her realize it.
I roll off of her and bring her with me so that she is straddling my waist. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you.” I pull her head down to mine and smash my lips to hers. It isn’t sexy, its frantic, like if I don’t imprint this woman on me she will vanish into thin air. “I need you,” I murmur before I begin ravaging her lips again. She nods her head but doesn’t break the connection. Her towel, that was wrapped in her hair, falls to the side and I push it off the bed.
Skimming my hands down her waist, I pull on my shirt and bring it up her body trailing my hands along her luscious curves. I break the kiss long enough to tear the shirt over her head and then I dive back in. Stormy begins rocking back and forth along my hard shaft and I groan from the heat of her pussy. I can feel it through all the layers between us and I know she is wet for me.
I grab the rolled down sweats. “I need these off of you, Angel.” Pulling them down, she raises her ass in the air allowing me to move them further down, but I need them completely off. She helps with getting her legs out then we are back at it. Moans leave our mouths as we tangle together, not stopping for air. I pull back only for a moment, and I see the hunger in her eyes. Mine must reflect the same. “Take my boxers off,” I command. She shifts down my body kissing and licking as she goes.The sensation makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. She comes to my boxers and looks up at my with mischief in her eyes. Taking the band in her hand, she ever so slowly pulls them down my body. My cock bounds free from its confines and its more than ready for her. If I don’t get inside her soon, I might snap. Throwing my boxers over her shoulders, she inches back up my body, her eyes never leaving mine. She stops at my throbbing shaft and takes it in her hand as she licks the head. I hiss out from the pleasure it evokes. She takes me in her mouth fully and I groan from the sensations. I lean up grabbing her waist and pulling her until she is sitting on me. “There will be time for that later. I need to be inside this tight pussy.” I push three fingers inside her, making sure she is ready, and she is soaking wet. She’s more than ready. She is about to explode like I am.
Stormy lifts up as I slide my fingers from her, and she lines me up with her entrance. Ever so slowly she pushes herself down on me. I push myself up against the headboard to give me better access to her mouth. She lifts up and slams back down on me going faster and harder with each stroke. I love watching her find her own pleasure with my cock inside her. The look of total bliss on her face as she slides up and down my aching cock is mesmerizing. As I cup her face, I kiss her deeply, hopefully showing her the love I proclaimed earlier. I need her to believe me and to trust that I will always be here for her.
“Fuck you feel so good. You’re mine, Stormy. Mine. Do you hear me? I want you to say it.” I grit out as I begin matching her thrust for thrust. Her breasts bounce with every movement. I want to take them inmy mouth, but I want to watch her more.
“I’m yours, Daddy. Yours,” She swears. She closes her eyes and throws her head back. I know she is getting close, and I want to see her when I tear her to pieces.
“Look at me,” I demand. “Keep those gorgeous eyes on me when you come on my cock.” She nods her head and focuses her eyes on me. Placing her hands on my shoulders for leverage, she grinds her hips down into me. I move my hand to play with her clit. Just the contact is all it takes to throw her over the edge. Her movements become jerky as she continues to ride me, so I grasp her hips and thrust up and down for her. She cries out from pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes,” She chants over and over. Her eyes are still locked on mine as her walls continue to convulse around me.
“Tell me who owns this pussy,” I grunt out, feeling my own release coming.
“It’s yours, Daddy.” Hearing the words slip from her mouth is my undoing. I buck into her wildly until I’m shooting my load inside her waiting womb. I slow my movements but continue to thrust in and out, riding the pleasure as is courses through me. Before I can say anything, she crashes her lips down on mine. I grab a fist of hair, pulling her body closer to mine. I wrap my other arm around her body keeping her where I want her. Pushing us away from the headboard, I lay down bringing her with me. I want her body on mine.
