Page 34 of The Storms Between Us
twenty-eight
As soon asI open my eyes the next morning, I feel my body dragging. It’s as if it knows we have to return to reality today and it’s starting a rebellion. In a perfect world, I would spend the rest of my days lounging on this beach, surrounded by all my favorite people. But this world is not perfect and reality always creeps its way in, whether we like it or not. I stumble my way through breakfast, only taking a few nibbles of toast. The air surrounding us is heavy with disappointment. Nobody wants to leave, and the feeling is tangible through us all.
The only good thing to come out of this morning is that my stomach seems to have settled over night. Unfortunately, I can already feel the anxiety building at the thought of returning home. Being able to leave the house and walk along the beach without being followed has been so relaxing. I make a point to remember to ask Elijah if he’s heard anything new from the police or his hacker friend during the drive home. I want to start the next chapter of our journey together without this hanging over us. As we load the last of our things into the back of the Jeep, I can feel tears already welling up my eyes and I try to wipe them away before anyone notices.
“Why are you crying, pretty girl?” I hear Elijah say as he walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.
“Just sucks to have to say goodbye to Kelsea already. It feels like it's been forever since I’ve seen her. Even though I'm so grateful that you put all of this together, I wish we could have stayed longer,” I tell him.
“I know, Sunshine,” he says, kissing the side of my head. “I wish we didn’t have to rush back, either. But we’ll make sure the next visit lasts longer. Maybe she can come down soon and help you pick shit out for the house,” he says and I nod my head, knowing there’s few things Kelsea loves more than shopping.
“Alright, Thor. Hands off my woman,” Kelsea says, pushing Eli away from me. She decided after our conversation last night that Thor was the most fitting nickname for him. I told him it was because of his build and longer hair, but I left out her comparison of his dick to Thor’s hammer. Sometimes that girl is just too much, but I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.
We stand in silence, holding onto each other tightly for several long minutes. I hear her try to suppress a small sniffle, and I squeeze her tighter.
“Don’t worry, Kels,” I whisper, so only she can hear. “He takes care of me.”
“I know. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be letting you leave right now.” She steps back and wipes her eyes. “Please be safe, sister. Don’t make me have to kill this fine young man for letting something happen to you.”
“It was great to finally meet you, Kelsea. I promise I’ll keep her safe,” Elijah says, wrapping her in a hug. She kisses him on the cheek and waves as she climbs into her car. As I watch the familiar taillights of her Subaru fade down the street, I feel like a piece of me is being pulled in her direction. I decide right then that I’m going to make it a priority to drive to Durham at least twice a month for some girl time. Orgasms are fantastic, but sometimes a girl just needs her bestie.
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By the time we pull into the driveway back in Grovewood, I’ve had to make Elijah pull over three times for me to throw up. I don’t know if it was the details Eli shared with me about Justin or something I ate, but I make an appointment with my doctor for tomorrow and decide to lie down for a nap.
The sound of the shower running pulls me from my dreams. I glance at the clock and see it's 7:30pm. I've been napping for almost five hours. I stretch my tired muscles and get out of bed, walking over to the bathroom to enjoy the show. Silently, I watch Elijah showering through a gap between the curtain and the wall. Does this seem a little voyeuristic? Maybe, but I don’t care. My man is a sight to behold and I already feel moisture gathering between my thighs at the sight of him. I rub my legs together to try to relieve some of the ache, but that only makes me groan in discomfort. Elijah’s eyes snap to mine and a wicked smile spreads across his face.
“You know you’re always welcome to join me, Sunshine,” he says with a cocky grin.
“Oh, I know,” I reply. “I’m just enjoying the scenery for now.”
“Is that right? You’re sure you don’t wanna come in?” He asks, gripping his shaft tightly in his hand and slowly stroking himself. I let out a small moan as I feel my nipples tighten at the sight of him bringing himself pleasure.
There are so many things that I never thought would turn me on until I met Elijah. I slide my hand up my torso, kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples lightly to relieve the ache. This only seems to turn him on more as he pumps his fist harder and faster, his eyes never leaving my body. I pull my shirt over my head and stand just out of his reach in nothing but my soaking wet panties and a sheer lace bra. He stretches out his arm to brace himself against the shower wall as I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“You’re always sexy as fuck, Ember. But watching you touch yourself? Damn babe, I’m not gonna last long here,” he says, his voice sounding gruff and strained.
“You mean like this?” I ask as innocently as possible as I slide my hand into my panties, slipping a finger between my folds. It glides effortlessly through my wetness and I rub small circles around my clit. I let out a breathy moan at the feeling of pleasure already building in my core. I watch Elijah stroke himself, rough and fast, and I wish it were my hands doing the work.
“Fuck, baby, if you keep looking at me like that, I'm gonna come,” he says, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he tries to hold on to his control. I slide my panties down my legs and work a second finger through my wetness and into my core. The feelings are all too much. I feel the muscles in my body clench around my own fingers just as I see Elijah’s knees buckle slightly and he explodes into his fist.
I’m still riding the high of my orgasm when I feel him pick me up, setting me down roughly on the edge of the counter. He drops to his knees without hesitation and lowers his head between my thighs, feasting on me like a starving man. My overly sensitive skin barely has time to adjust before I’m coming again. I wrap my hands around his head, shamelessly pulling him closer to me. My head falls back in sheer ecstasy as he pushes me over the edge. No one has ever owned my body the way he does. No one ever will.
