Page 87 of Chasing Storm
Moving my hands lower, tracing circles around her thighs, she quivers beneath my touch. My own desire is increasing with each passing second. I can’t hold out much longer.
My fingers move lower, until they find their way between her legs. Storm gasps when I touch her, her body arching in response to my caress. I rub slow circles against her sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She purrs and writhes beneath my touch. I increase the pressure on her clit and make her moan louder. She trembles, twisting against the sheets in pleasure. My desire intensifies as I pull back from our kiss.
Storm's breathing is coming in short, shallow gasps, telling me she is close. Wickedly, I pull my hand away with a smile.
She grunts in annoyance, pulling me closer to her. I position myself at her entrance and guide my cock inside her with a soft groan of intense pleasure. I increase the force of my thrusts, pushing deeper and harder until Storm screams in desire. She cries out as her arousal reaches its peak, and her body convulses when she climaxes with a ferociousness that pleases me. Smiling in satisfaction, I feel my own orgasm building inside of me. I pound into her with more strength. My cock is soaking wet with her juices and the cum of the other men. My body tenses. I know it’s time. As my pleasure reaches its crescendo, I shoot my load into her, my dick jerking wildly inside her as my cum pumps out, filling her up.
“Fuck!” she screams. “Yes!”
She shakes underneath me as her climax rockets through her ruthlessly, unwaveringly, as I make love with her in a way that I will never forget as long as I live. I slam my lips against hers, kissing her forcefully.
She fists her hand in my hair and writhes underneath me, needing more. I wish I had more to give.
When she lets me go, we lie there for a few moments, relishing in the afterglow of our love. I kiss her forehead, rasping with exertion.
“This moment is perfect,” I murmur.
“Mm. I love you.”
“I love you, princess. You came into my life like a…” I smirk. “…storm and swept me off my feet. I will treasure and cherish you forever.”
“Pretty good with the words, aren’t you?”
“Only for you. I don’t want you to ever worry about how we feel about you. We will reassure you every single day, we will renew our love at every opportunity, and when your belly swells with our child, whoever it belongs to biologically, we will cherish you for eternity.”
“Fuck,” she says, tears seeping out of her eyes, reaching out for Thatcher and Josh. “I love you all so much. This is perfect. This is everything I dreamed of. This is exactly how I needed it to be. We have all shared something beautiful, something that only we could understand, and I couldn’t be happier or more at peace.”
Thatcher kisses Storm's forehead and snuggles in close, even though my cock is still buried deep inside her. Josh also joins in, making this a tangle of limbs. My heart swells with love. I’m pretty sure we’ve swept her off her feet and given her the romantic comedy movie beginning she dreamed out. But thisisonly the beginning, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her and our family.
53
STORM
The sun is high and bright, the air balmy and welcoming. It has been several weeks since I moved in with JP, Thatcher and Josh.Ourhome. I have made my mark all over the house, which I mainly did to piss off Christopher, who has come sniffing around more than once to see if I’m actually living with and committed to his son. I think it has seriously annoyed him on a level that is surprising, but we just find it amusing. But despite his attitude, I’m elated to be with my soulmates. Even more so as I’ve just come from work, and my mother has confirmed what I have suspected. I am joyous and in awe of the world around me as I stride towards Josh’s bookstore on Portobello Road. My anticipation is mounting, and my heart soars with each step that I take, knowing what I have to tell my loves.
The streets are full of life, the sounds of laughter and conversation filling the air. People of all ages are out and about, browsing the wares of the various vendors that line the street. There is an energy in the air that is palpable, almost as if it is reacting to my untold news. I smile as I make my way down the street, but then I see the one person I didn’t really want to see. However, now that the opportunity is here, I’m going to take it.
Emma Franks.
She looks over and sees me approaching, her blonde hair looking like it has been freshly styled, her face expressionless until she sees me.
With a voice tinged with anger, she says, “Storm. I heard that you and Thatcher are together. I warned you to stay away from him.”
I nod, instantly riled up by her. “Yes, we are, so you can threaten me all you like; I’m not going anywhere. You and Thatch are over.”
Her lips curl into a smirk. "Just wanted to see if it was true. I heard he was with you, but then I saw him out at the party the other night.”
I let out the mother of all scoffs. She seriously doesn’t know? How can she not know? The whole of Notting Hill knows by now. “Oh, really?” I drawl sarcastically. “I highly doubt that. I’m living with them, and they haven’t left my side or my bed in several weeks, so you can try your hardest to break us up, but it willneverhappen. Do yourself a favour and forget all about this delusion you have and get on with your life instead of trying to mess up everyone else’s. It’s sad. Pathetic, even. We are adults, not in high school anymore. I don’t have time for this bullshit, and I don’t have time for you.”
Her mouth agape, she can do nothing but stare after me as I shove past her to enter the bookstore, glad to see my soulmates already here.
“Fine,” she spits to my back as I enter the bookshop. “Have him. You two deserve each other.”
I snort. Which part of that does she think is an insult? Then, I sigh, relieved that she is gone from our lives. I have no energy for drama.
The air inside the bookshop is thick with the smell of old paper and leather. The walls are line with books, some new, some old. It is an enthralling place, and my mood lightens even more.
I see Josh talking to an old man at the counter, laughing with Elle about something. JP and Thatcher are also there, talking and laughing together. I’m overwhelmed when I think that this is my family now.
