Page 62 of Chasing Storm
“Waiting for you,” he says. “The housekeeper let me in. I was dissatisfied with our conversation the other day. I wanted to pursue it a bit further, but it appears you have bought the lady in question directly to me.”
His shrewd blue eyes land on me with intense interest. I shift uncomfortably as he steps forward and reaches out for my hand.
He grazes my knuckles with his lips before he releases my hand a few seconds later than I’m comfortable with.
“What’s your name, dear?”
“Dad, this is Storm Rivers. Storm, this is my father, Christopher Montgomery.”
“Storm. What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”
I’m starting to feel a bit creeped out. I think JP realises how uncomfortable this is for me because he moves in a bit closer, putting his arm around me.
“So,” Christopher says, his eyes never leaving me. “You are the one who tamed my son.”
I press my lips together, not sure how to answer that.
“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 married 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. I should’ve known better. 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, my heart shattering into a million pieces.
“Storm, wait!” JP calls after me. “This isn’t what you think, I swear…let me explain.”
I don’t reply. I can’t. 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.
38
THATCHER
Istumble through 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 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.
