Surviving the Storm (Surviving Series Book 2)

by Virginia Wine

  “Fuck,” he said.

  He quickly moved toward his target.

  “Allow me.”

  Then he was on his knees, between my legs, worshiping my pussy with his mouth. His tongue wrapped around my clit in perfect rhythm. Watching this erotic act play out in front of me added another layer of sexual excitement—as if I needed it.

  I looked up, thanking the heavens when I saw a thousand stars shining over us. I rocked back and forth, unashamed of my eagerness.

  He moved with breathless urgency as he buried his tongue within my folds. His bold caresses tipped me over the edge.

  “Alex, I’m so close! I love you.”

  My climax came in waves, lasting longer as the aftershocks took on a life of their own.

  “I think I just saw fireworks.”

  I laughed mischievously.

  “Now, that’s a good sign.”

  “Let me help.”

  I reach for him to help him stand, trailing a finger over his cock, which was standing proud in all its glory. I wrapped my fist around his base and start to move up and down.

  He gripped the handrail until his knuckles turned white. My lips and tongue continued to move closer to his tip, swirling and sucking. I wanted it to be wild, dirty, and sexy. I wanted to be more for him, and prove my love physically. I unchained the wild and wet force of my sexuality as I let him in. As he throbbed deep in my throat, I sucked and swallowed him whole.

  The way his gaze flew to mine fueled a desire in me only waiting to be ignited. I slowly released him and started moving in the rhythm I knew he needed. I knew the tension was building when he gripped my hair and wrapped the length around his fist. He was taking control, fucking my mouth. Taking him to the hilt, I knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and I was ready.

  But then he pulled out with a slight cringe and the most sinful smile on his lips.

  “See that lounger?” he pointed with a nod, his breath sporadic. “Lay on it.”

  I was more turned on than I’d ever been with any other man. I ached for him.

  “Go on.”

  His breathy demand urged me on, so I reached for the inviting cushion and sank into comfort, ready, waiting, and exposed. I watched his approach. He was shackled with raging lust as he stood at the foot of the lounger.

  His gaze racked over my nakedness.

  “Dirty, you said?”

  He climbed over my body, kissing, biting, and licking his way until he found himself beside me.

  I cried out as his mouth captured my nipple. It peaked, as did the other, as his tongue latched on. I arched in pleasure.

  Then his hand made a path down my belly, with a small detour around my belly button. Without warning, he shoved his finger inside of me, stretching my softness. Then he pulled out, and his thumb rubbed my clit and increased the pace, stimulating every erogenous zone in my body.

  “If you come for me now, then I’ll fuck you hard, Madison.”

  A moan of pure pleasure escaped me as he relentlessly thrust inside me. I came hard and easily under his experienced hands.

  “That’s it, baby.”

  He quickly maneuvered on top of me, nudging my legs further apart as he lifted them to rest on his forearms. His cock nudged my entrance while he supported his weight hovering over me. Our eyes met.

  “I love you,” he said, his gaze running over our bodies. “But I have to fuck you hard right now.”

  Then he drove his hard cock deep within my body, joining our heated flesh. Power radiated off of him as his body moved, pushed, and thrashed into mine, filling me up with each potent stroke. I didn’t think I had any more climaxes left to give, but he wanted my full surrender again, and his firm male hips knew what they were doing. I was amazed at my reaction to that deep primitive tug that signaled I had more to give, and I explode again, gripping Alex within my body as he loomed over me.

  He withdrew and slid home again with great force. A primal roar escaped from his chest, my name on his lips.

  “Fireworks?” I asked between breaths.

  “Fireworks,” he answered.

  I could feel his smile pressed against my breast, where he’d collapsed.

  Chapter Ten

  Alex

  I woke to the most magnificent view of the sun rising over the lake. There were no walls, only glass, and Mother Nature was showing off. I wondered about the last time I’d felt at such peace.

  I reached for Madison, but the only remnant of her was the T-shirt I gave her last night. It was tossed in a ball, sitting on her pillow. Desperate, I grabbed it and inhaled it slowly. Her scent was intoxicating.

  Suddenly I spotted her in the doorway.

  She stopped cold at the sight, two cups of coffee in her hands.

  “I don’t know if that’s creepy or…” Tossing the shirt aside.

  “Probably creepy.”

  I gathered the pillows against the suede headboard and signaled her over. She was a dream, and I felt myself wanting more, unsure of what that would be exactly.

  “Are you an early riser?” I asked.

  “I woke up too excited to miss a single moment here.”

  She handed me the coffee, and I took it eagerly.

  “I was thinking.” She rested her coffee on the nightstand, instantly gaining my full attention. “Let’s just get the important conversations out of the way this morning. That will allow us to freely enjoy the precious time we have together.”

  “You know you can tell me anything,” I said, folding her into my arms and kissing her hard. “I’ll shower, and then I’ll meet you on the back patio.”

  She nodded, biting her lip, and I could feel the tension pouring off her.

  When I got to the bathroom, I reached to turn the water on. As I took my hand and ran it over the rocklike formation, I realized that this was the shower. It was hard and rough, as if a bolder had sat here for centuries, and they’d carved out the beautiful enclosure. Jets were everywhere the eye could see. And sitting at the opposite end was a large tub, egg-shaped and carved from identical material. It looked large enough for two. We could have stayed here a month and still never utilized every amenity.

  I stepped into the spray, and the hot water pulsed from every angle. I used the time to form a story I could share with Madison—and not have it conflict with attorney-client privilege. After drying, I slipped into a pair of cargo shorts and a white linen shirt. Then I grabbed my coffee, although lukewarm, and went searching for my girl.

  Once outside, I realized that the trees smelled of pine, nature’s perfume. Wild flowers off in the distance brought a sweet fragrance with each burst of wind, and I marveled again at the beauty of the natural surroundings.

  Madison was sitting stoically, sipping her coffee.

  I approached her, offering a fresh cup.

  “Black?”

  She smiled.

  I took the Adirondack chair beside her as we took in the beauty before us.

  “What did you tell Graham about this weekend?”

  Diving in seemed like the best approach.

  “That’s the easy part. I told him I was traveling for work. He understands that I’m constantly searching for unique material, and things that only I could choose. He didn’t question me at all.”

  “So, if that’s the easy part, hit me with the hard part.”

  Her face bare of makeup, she was beautiful even when her brows bumped together. It seemed as if she was carrying the weight of the world.

  “Graham is blackmailing me.”

  The words came out barely above a whisper as the details poured out one by one. She didn’t hesitate while telling her story, no longer able to deny the secret she’d been carrying. It was a lethal venom dying to burst free, and I was there to catch her.

  “So, both Steel and Theo are working on finding out the truth?”

  “Yes, it won’t be long now.” She reached for my hand. “Promise me you won’t do anything until…”

  I hesitated. Was this a promise
I could keep? This insane moment of jealously was pointless, yet it still stirred something ugly inside of me.

  “You shouldn’t have to put up with shit like that.” I decide to ignore the promise she wants to hear from me. “And it’s all the more reason to leave him.”

  Her face was pale, concealing her hidden emotions, which ran much deeper than she was letting on.

  “I’m sorry, Madison.”

  I could feel the muscles in my face tightening. Insane thoughts of violence were rushing in. I had such possessiveness over the woman sitting beside me, the woman I wanted to be mine.

  “I’ll leave him as soon as it’s safe,” she said.

  A strange calm engulfed me, despite the fury I had felt only seconds ago. Understanding the full scope of her situation, I was humbled by her bravery. And in that moment, I knew I would have to give her my trust, and place my faith in her.

  “I won’t interfere. I’ll trust Steel to unravel the truth and protect you, even if it kills me.”

  Judging by the the edge in my tone, she comprehended the internal struggle going on inside me.

  Then I leaned over, tucking the strands of blonde hair falling out of her braid behind her ear. The intimacy of it all made me remember flashes of last night, under the stars. I could hardly hide my reaction now, and desperately wanted a repeat performance.

  “Not so fast,” she said, interrupting my thoughts.

  The conversation screeched to an abrupt halt.

  “Your face was plastered all over the Internet kissing Janelle.”

  Her erect posture meant she was seeking answers.

  “Yeah, um, that.”

  I tried to gather my thoughts.

  “She’s an old friend from college, although I hadn’t heard from her since then. When she approached me, I took her case, which I can’t discuss.”

  “I thought you were a nonpracticing lawyer?”

  “That’s true, but Janelle came to me needing my help—with a catch.”

  “A catch?”

  “She needs the public and her family—her father, particularly—to be convinced that she’s heterosexual. I have to play the part while the case unfolds.”

  “Well, it’s been very convincing,” she remarked, and a small part of me rejoiced in her jealousy.

  “She knows all about you, and how I feel. She knows I’m in love with you. Does that help?”

  She just shrugged a shoulder.

  “I understand what you’re saying, but I don’t have to like it. She’s still another woman in your arms, and you’ve got your mouth on hers.”

  Her arms crossed over her chest in what could only be described as a pout. It was adorable. I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me.

  Her eyes quickly pierced mine, not finding the humor in the situation at all.

  “I think my part is over, but I’ll be working on her case when I return.”

  Those words seemed to sooth her, and I understood. I had my own jealousies to deal with.

  “And Graham?”

  “He hasn’t touched me since I met you.”

  Our eyes met.

  “Yeah, I’m as surprised as you.”

  “Well, that’s a relief.”

  It was so easy to get caught up in the obstacles that stood between us being together, and I was still learning how to love unconditionally and accept it in return. I covered her hand with mine.

  “Anything else you want to talk about?

  “I’ll let you know.” Turning to face me, she handed me her phone. “Let’s enjoy our remaining time in paradise. There’s a place on South Beach Street I want to go. It’s so close, we could walk there.”

  And on her phone I find image after image. She has found a festival.

  “Count me in.”

  We walked the streets, and felt a kinship with the people who lined the sidewalks. An art community, the pathways were lined with musicians, crafts, and jewelry. I felt invigorated that my dream to be with Madison was slowly becoming a reality.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. The breeze was whipping her hair into a sexy mess, as the pair of faded cutoff jean shorts hugged her sweet ass. Her white tank top showed her aqua-blue bra, and a silk scarf blew behind her. I could only assume there was a fashion sense at work that I wasn’t aware of. All I knew was that she was so fucking sexy, down to her red painted toes and white flip-flops.

  We strolled around and laughed at silliest things. We danced in front of the guitar player, singing (and butchering) the lyrics. We held hands, stole kisses, ate Mexican food, and drank margaritas.

  Later I waited, holding her purse, when she was in the restroom. Wanting full credit for this unmanly act, I secretly returned to the jewelry booth we had visited before and bought the bracelet she had admired. Then I hid it in my pocket.

  By the time we headed back, the sunset streaked gold and pinks across the sky, swirling the colors reflecting off the water.

  “This is so beautiful, Alex. Thank you for bringing me here with you.”

  She stretched onto her tippy-toes to place a kiss on my cheek.

  She was my reason for existing.

  “My pleasure.”

  I reached my arm out and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her close to me. I tried to live in the moment with her, since our time together was so precious.

  I wanted it to last forever.

  ***

  “Home sweet home,” Madison said a little while later, as we walked back into the luxury mansion.

  “I need to check my phone. Do you mind? I’ll keep it short.”

  She only smiled in response. I heard her moving through the house exploring, finding inspiration in the most unlikely places.

  “I found a theater downstairs!” she yelled up to me at one point.

  “There’s a downstairs?”

  Damn, Janelle, I should have doubled my fee.

  After returning several calls, none of them of real importance, I headed out back. Madison was standing on the pier, and the sight of her was exquisite. A jolt to my heart brought me back to the present and I followed her line of vision to the sunset disappearing from view. As darkness slowly took over, I make my way back inside and placed the box holding the bracelet on our bed.

  An hour later, I was making us another round of margaritas. We each had a round in town, but that was two hours ago now. A liquored-up Madison was going to be pure fun. I made my way to the patio and handed her the drink.

  “Thanks.”

  “I saw you down on the dock earlier.”

  “Did you see it?” she asked with excitement. “The last moment the sun dipped into the lake? It made me want to take a dip.”

  “Christ,” I spitted out.

  She gave me an all-knowing look. The barely-there baby-blue swatches she called a bikini should have been illegal. Her every curve was on full display. I was thankful that the only eyes on her were mine.

  “You like my new suit?”

  “Like? What’s not to like?”

  Fuck, three pulls on the strings and she‘d be naked underneath me.

  I suddenly stripped down to nothing, taking her hand in mine. The beach was grainy but firm, and the water was ice-cold.

  “Why is it so cold?”

  “Because the snow from the mountain melts and travels down to the lake, the water is never warm.”

  I rushed to her side and pulled her into my body, sharing my body heat.

  “Your lips are blue,” I said between chuckles. “It’s time to get out.”

  She laughed and shivered as we headed back to the patio.

  “How about the hot tub? We haven’t played in there yet.”

  I laughed. It was as if she was filling my soul. Was there any part of her that didn’t bring me pure joy? She held my heart—my entire heart—in her hands. I had feelings too strong to articulate, and I couldn’t put into words how I felt. It would sound sappy, no doubt. I had just never known that I could be this happy.

  ***r />
  “I love waking up with you,” I whispered, even though she was still asleep. I smiled, seeing the bracelet on her wrist. Her childlike excitement over the small gesture had warmed my heart. The sun was casting a soft light along her hair, and her lashes fanned across her cheek. Her arm was plastered over my chest.

  It had been the right decision to come, no matter the risk.

  She meant everything to me, but we were going back to reality today, and fear moved through my veins. I worried because I knew I couldn’t protect her—not two hours away.

  “Hey.”

  I looked into the deep blue of her eyes.

  “Stop it.”

  “Stop what?”

  “Worrying.”

  “Caught me. Okay, I’ll try.” I kissed her soft lips instead. “We never made it to Emerald Bay. Next time?”

  “Next time.”

  She climbed on top of me, and inevitably my hands crept up her body. She rocked her naked sweetness against mine, her slick heat begging for more. The woman could brighten the darkest of nights.

  “You’re so smart and sexy, and so out of my league.”

  She shook her head no, and a slight pink blush appeared on her face.

  I pushed a strand of hair off her forehead. I could barely breathe with love for her. Her familiar touch was filled with love, hunger, and a greedy need I was eager to satisfy. I knew exactly what she wanted, her silent desires already etched in my mind.

  The last words would be my name falling from her lips.

  ***

  It was late, and why Theo had insisted on meeting tonight he wouldn’t say. I was beat after the flight home and the sad goodbyes I had shared with Madison. I yawned. What were best friends for?

  I noticed the hanging baskets filled with ferns as I rung the bell at his door.

  “That’s new. Who’s got the green thumb? You?”

  Theo only glared at me as I passed him by and stepped into the living room.

  “Who do you think?”

  The tension lingered. I could sense it.

  “Nice touch. Very homey.” I headed to the fridge, making myself at home and grabbing two beers. “Where’s Eden?”