Page 25 of Shrouded Desires
The undisguised need in Raine’s words was like a slow lingering lick to Storm’s cock. He hardened with such a rush that it should’ve sent him to his knees with how fast the blood flowed south.
“Fuck.” His gaze flew up to the boy’s face.
Raine was still slumbering, and obviously dreaming about last night or some variation of it. Lust coursed through Storm, as he fought the urge to scoop the boy up and carry him back his bed, where he would conquer Raine’s body in a way that would have his boy screaming his pleasure for all to hear.
He stifled his groan before backing away. He had to get out of here now. He fumbled in the dim light, but finally managed to tug free a clean polo and another pair of khakis off their hangers without making too much noise.
He’d just grabbed a pair of his loafers and was heading to the door, when Raine mumbled again, something that sounded like a demand that Storm fuck him. He nearly dropped his bounty to the floor. He drew in a deep breath, started to mentally count to ten, abandoned the count at three and fled the closet.
He rushed into the bathroom, dropped everything on the counter, and wrenched the water on in the shower. He didn’t even wait for it to heat before stepping under the spray. Icy prickles pummeled him. The shock should’ve sent his hard-on running for the hills, but instead the insistent bastard continued to throb angrily, uncaring that icy water continued to pelt Storm. Even after he did a quick wash of his body, it hadn’t softened.It continued to salute. “Fuck me.” He glared down at his dick. “I can’t go to Max’s like this.”
Roughly grabbing his wayward cock, he decided to beat it into submission. It only took about half a dozen hard strokes before he growled between clenched teeth as he painted the side of the shower with his release. The pleasure, even as short and brutal as it had been, nearly sent Storm to his knees. His body craved the boy. Of course, knowing the chemistry wasn’t one sided only deepened his desire to master Raine, and not just in bed. “Get a grip, man.”
Even as he berated himself, an all over body shiver had him wrenching the water off. Now that his dick had temporarily been sated, it was time to go see Max. He was never going to be able to figure this thing out with Raine without full rein to do as he pleased with the boy.
Within twenty minutes he exited the rear entrance of the club and covered the ground to his SUV. As he unlocked it, a prickle of unease, as if someone were watching him, had him pausing. Lifting his head, he scanned his surroundings but saw nothing out of place. “Quit being a fucking edgy bastard, Parkers. No one even knows you’re here.”
With one final glance around, he finally chalked the feeling of being watched, up to nerves. There was a lot riding on the outcome of his upcoming chat with his best friend. Slipping into his vehicle, he started the engine, then pulled out off the parking lot.
The commute across town went fast. The traffic was light and within fifteen minutes he found himself pulling into the driveway in front of Max’s home. A white two-story colonial with burgundy shutters, it was in a better part of town and the flowers Lizzie had planted in the beds gave it an inviting look.
Exiting his SUV he made his way up the walk. With each step, his nerves grew. He hadn’t felt this nervous since his first playoff game.Which is ridiculous. Max is my best friend.
As he approached the front door opened. Max, wearing a battered robe, appeared. He bent to grab the paper off his porch, but froze on his way back up as he spotted Storm.
“Storm, what are you doing here? Everything okay at the club?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Storm joined him on the porch. “We need to talk though.”
“Oookay, nothing vague about that.” Max gestured for him to come in. “Might as well come on it. Got coffee on already – and don’t lecture me about drinking the devil’s brew. I may not be able to turn you over my knee like my wife, but I have other ways of making you pay.”
Storm rolled his eyes at the familiar threat. “Whatever, dude.” He followed Max into the kitchen. “Speaking of which...” he glanced around the spotless kitchen. “...where is she?”
“Sleeping.” Max gestured at him to have a seat. “She hasn’t been sleeping the best since my heart attack, so when she finally fell asleep again this morning, I snuck out of the bedroom without waking her.”
“Is she doing better since our scene Friday night?”
A shuttered look crossed Max’s face. “I think so. She’s been very quiet and not communicating like she should be, but I’m giving her time to process. We made need another one before she finally comes to terms, but I’ll let you know.”
“You do that. I’m here for you, if you need me.” Storm pulled up a chair at the breakfast nook and settled into it.
“I will.” Max grabbed the coffee carafe and two cups out of the cupboard. “Cream or sugar?”
“Neither.”
“Black it is.” After setting them on the table and filling both, he returned the carafe to the machine. Then he rejoined Storm.
“So, what do we need to talk about?” He sank down into his own chair. “If it’s not club business, the only other thing I can think of that would send you clear across town on a Sunday morning is Raine. What’s he done now?”
“Nothing, beside what we already talked about.” Storm took a sip of his coffee. “He’s taking the new rules fairly well, even the one about asking permission to masturbate.”
Max’s brow furrowed for a moment, before smoothing out. “You and your damned orgasm denial.”
Storm shrugged. Just like the craving for heavy impact was a part of Storm’s psyche so was the need to control his sub’s pleasure.
“While it was never part of my agreement with Raine, as long as he agreed to it, I don’t see the harm in it. But that doesn’t tell me why you are here.”
“By his own admission, Raine has admitted that your arrangement with him is merely platonic.”
