Page 83 of Chasing Storm
STORM
Later that week, I return from work to find the men assembled in my flat and looking rather shady.
“What?” I ask, fear gripping me that something has gone terribly wrong with our love bubble. I already feel ill. My heart is beating erratically, and a sheen of sweat is covering my brow. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was coming down with the flu again, but that can’t be right, can it?
I clutch my head, letting my bag fall to the floor as the stress of this situation suddenly gets the better of me.
“Storm,” Josh says, reaching me first as he is closest.
I drop to my knees, my head lolling against him when he wraps his arms around me.
“Call an ambulance!” JP states as he drops to his knees next to me.
“No,” I croak, trying to find his hand through the steamy haze of my eyes. “I’m okay. Just PMS…I think.”
“PMS?” Thatcher asks, joining us on the floor. “Do you need anything?”
“Nope, I’m fine,” I mutter, embarrassed that I ended up on the floor. “Maybe bed.”
“Balls to this,” JP states, getting up. “You are coming back to ours. That was our plan anyway. We can make you more comfortable there than here with all of us.”
I don’t argue. I let Josh pick me up and carry me to the sofa as JP and Thatcher search for a bag to shove some of my stuff into while Josh places a cool cloth on my forehead that he retrieved from the bathroom.
“Honestly, guys, I’m fine.” I wave in their general direction.
“Do you need some paracetamol?”
“Yeah, bedside drawer, thanks.” I hoist myself to my feet a second after I realise what else is in the bedside drawer. “Uhm…” I launch myself across the flat, skidding to a stop, tangled up in the bedsheet as I hear the drawer slide open, and a grunt of surprise. “You have us three and you still have this?” JP asks with a loud snicker, waggling my vibrator at me.
I try for a giggle at the absurdity of the action but fail. “A girl has needs.”
“I have a feeling you aren’t going toneedthis,” he says.
“Three cocks isn’t enough?” Thatcher chuckles. “You are insatiable.”
Giggling, I bury my face into the bed. “You really want me to move in with you now?”
“Yes,” JP says, crouching next to the bed, vibrator still in hand. “You can even bring this.” He waggles it around some more. “Are you ready for that, princess?”
“We haven’t known each other that long…”
“I know, but I told you already, it’s fate.”
Staring at each of them in turn, I throw caution to the wind. It’s hasty and crazy, but the thought of not being with them hurts my heart so badly, I choke. “Yes, I’m ready. I won’t deny fate. She can be a real Sadie when she wants to be.” I snort hysterically at my own joke, which none of the males gets, but who cares. It’s funny to me, anyway.
“I think we definitely need that,” Josh says, reaching out to grab the vibe. “Looks like it could be fun!”
Laughing, I shower his face with kisses, which makes him laugh. He waggles the vibe again and gives it a nod of approval. “I mean, it’s not as big as my cock, but it’ll do.”
I laugh harder, causing him to glare at me. “Oh-kay,big boy,” I purr. “Your cock is bigger than the Knobmaster 3000.”
JP and Thatcher are in hysterics which lightens the mood after the heavy-arse question they served up to me.
But I’m ready.
I’ve never been more ready in my life.
Getting to work on packing a few things, the guys muck in to help out with me barking instructions at them on what to pack, and soon we are ready to get going.
