Page 9 of Surge of Storms

“Y-yes, I want to.” I want that more than anything in the world. I want this moment to stretch on forever, and for the real world to never come.

What happens next is Sam walking me gently through sex while knotting. Sex in a variety of positions. Sex where she guides my hands to the places she wants to be touched, and I do my best to please her.

My woman. My Sam.

When my dick finally softens, I roll next to her, holding her close. As I kiss the top of her head, my mind starts working once more. We had sex. Sam and I. She said she doesn’t regret it, but maybe with calmer emotions she will. And maybe Aydan won’t be as fine with this as she thinks.

“Stop,” she tells me, smacking my chest lightly.

“Stop what?”

“Worrying,” she says, giving me a knowing smile. “Everything is okay. You haven’t done anything wrong. Alright?”

She knows me too well. “I just– in the scenarios I’ve made up in my mind about when this finally happened, things were different.”

“How so?” she asks with a little smile playing on her lips.

I try to think. “I would come to your house with flowers and those caramel chocolates you like so much. I’d sit you down and tell you straight out that I liked you, then ask you on a date. You’d go, maybe reluctantly, but over the course of a few dates I’d grow on you, and we’d end up together.”

She throws back her head and between laughs says, “So, in your ideal fantasy, I reluctantly go out with you and you grow on me?”

My face burns. “I’m a practical guy.”

She moves so she’s half on top of me and points a finger at my chest. “You are a guy with ridiculously low self-esteem, and I’m going to make it my mission from this point forward to remind you every minute what an absolute catch you are.”

Again, I believe her, even though none of this feels real.

I touch her face, and she leans into my hand. “Are you sure… being with me doesn’t feel awkward or wrong now that we’ve calmed?”

She smiles. “A few days ago maybe it’d feel a little awkward to have sex with you after just being friends for so long, but this just feels… right, doesn’t it? Like we were always supposed to be this way?”

My chest aches. “Yeah, that’s how it feels for me. I just wanted to be sure how you felt.”

She shrugs. “What could be better than falling in love with your best friend?”

Every muscle in my body tenses. “You love me?”

“I’m completely smitten with you because you’re amazing, smart, talented, handsome… and it doesn’t hurt that you’re amazing in bed.”

Something in me calms. She’s in love with me. She thinks I’m good in bed.

Yup, I’m definitely dreaming.

“Besides,” she says, “just because we went dragon and fucked each other’s brains out doesn’t mean you can’t still get me chocolates and flowers and take me on a date.”

“Good,” I tell her honestly. “Because I really want to date you.” I wince. “That was really manly, huh?”

She kisses me. “That was perfect.”

We hold each other for a while longer. The storm around us has calmed. The storm inside me when I knew Sam was hurt has calmed. I wish we could lay here all day, but I know deep down we have to get back, before the others worry.

“We have to–”

“I know,” she says. “Just a minute longer.”

And so, we stay a little longer before finally getting dressed. I put Sam’s bra in my pocket so it doesn't hurt her back and slowly ease her shirt on, tears stinging my eyes when I see the painful-looking scars.

“I’m going to kill that dragon for this.”

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