Page 62 of Knotting Hill
“About time too. The clock is ticking.”
“Dad,” JP hisses, which draws my attention to the electric current running through the air between them.
“What does that mean?” I blurt out.
“Well, JP turns twenty-nine in a couple of weeks. So you need to be mated and bearing a child for him in the next few months.”
“What?” I blurt out, mortified. “What is this?” I turn to JP, looking for answers.
“His final trust is contingent on this proviso. Did he not mention it?” I glare at the old man for a moment. He is smug and knew this was something that would pull the rug out from under me.
But then the implications of what he has said hit me, and I spin to JP, stepping back from him. “What?” I spit out. “This is all about money?”
“No, Storm,” he says calmly, putting his hands out. “I was going to tell you. I meant to earlier. It’s why I drove you home, to have this conversation with you, but we got sidetracked…”
“Don’t!” I say, putting my hand up to stop him. “Do not lie to me. Fuck, I’m so stupid. Iknewthere was something off about this. I knew the St. Lucs wouldn’t settle down so suddenly. I’m so fucking stupid.” I shake my head, holding back the tears as I race to the front door, dragging it open and escaping into the night.
“Storm, wait!” JP calls after me. “This isn’t what you think, I swear…let me explain.”
I don’t reply. I pick up my pace and keep running as fast as I can back towards the comfort of my flat where I can cry in peace and solitude about what a fucking idiot I’ve been, what a fool they’ve made of me.
Thirty-Eight
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I stumblethrough the door of my home, almost too exhausted to keep my feet beneath me. I’ve been at the hospital with my mum for days, dreading the inevitable moment when I had to leave. But knowing that my dad is going to be okay, helps. I’m too tired to even think about what happened to JP and Storm. I thought they’d come back, but they didn’t, so I suspected they fell into bed at Storm’s. I don’t have any bitterness about it, I’m glad they spent some time together. My mum forced me to come home for a little while, so here I am. The house is quiet, and in that moment, I’m relieved to be able to retreat and to stop thinking, even if it’s just for a while.
I drag my feet towards the bedroom, keenly aware of the comfortable embrace of the bed that is waiting for me, even as my thoughts turn to Storm and the perfect shape of her lips, her hands wrapped around my shaft. With a sigh, I strip off my shoes and clothes, feeling the fatigue set in as I slide beneath the covers.
Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift away. My heart rate has been steadily rising ever since the thought of Storm's hands around my cock crossed my mind. Her mouth sucking me off is a fantasy I hope to become a reality very soon. Lying in my bed, my breathing becomes quicker and heavier with every thought of Storm sucking me off. My body tingles in anticipation.
My bed sheets are cool to the touch, the fabric lightly grazing my skin as I writhe on them. My body is screaming for satisfaction. I shift slightly, feeling the material of the cotton sheet rubbing against my growing erection. It feels good, but I want more. I want Storm's hands around my cock.
I reach out, grabbing my dick with my left hand. I feel the warmth of my skin as I caress it. My heart beats faster as my hand moves up and down the shaft. I imagine all the different things that Storm could do to me. I think about her tongue lapping up the pre-cum that is dripping from the tip of my cock. I think about her lips wrapping around the tip, and the sensation of her mouth sliding up and down my length.
My right hand joins my left, and together they become a blur of motion. I start to pant. The sensation is overwhelming as I fantasise about all of the things Storm could do to me.
My right hand moves faster, my left hand gripping the base of my cock. I feel the sensations intensify with every stroke. I’m getting closer and closer to the edge. My left hand moves slowly up and down the shaft now, with my right hand working faster and faster. My breathing becomes heavy, and my heart pounds. My orgasm is coming, and I know it’s going to be intense.
I let out a moan as the warmth of my orgasm builds within me. My whole body tenses as the pleasure overwhelms me. My muscles contract, and my breathing is ragged. I let out an exclamation as the intense pleasure of my orgasm washes over me. I spurt out my cum all over the sheets, but I don’t give a shit. I’ll take care of it later. My body shudders as the sensationsubsides all too quickly. I lie there for a second, allowing myself to take in the moment, my breathing gradually slowing, until I finally drift off to sleep, my body still humming with pleasure to dream about Storm and all the things I can’t wait to experience with her.
I groggily open my eyes, struggling to make sense of the faint knocking on the bedroom door. I ignore it, but the sound persists. Glancing at the clock, I groan when I see the time. 6AM. Why? I’ve been asleep for about two hours.
“What?” I call out, beyond irritated.
The door opens and a cautious head pokes around.
“Josh,” I growl. “What do you want?”
He looks dishevelled, his hair sticking up in places, but there was no mistaking his presence.
“Hey,” he says. “JP is waiting for us in the kitchen. We have a problem.”
“What's wrong?” My stomach flips at the anxiousness of his tone.
Josh sighs. “JP and Storm had a… disagreement last night.”
I groan and bury my face in my hands. Of course. Of course they fucking did. He told her about the trust, and she threw a shitfit, and now we’ve lost her. “Fuck’s sake. We need to fix this.”
