Storm

by Lagomarsino, Giulia

  “That’s not-”

  “And it probably has something to do with war. You were probably perfectly normal before you went and joined the military,” Kate surmised. “I’ve seen it before. Hell, before Knight joined the military, he wasn’t an assass-”

  Maggie slapped her hand over Kate’s mouth. “Well, I think we know not to give you too much wine anymore.”

  “If you’re talking about him being an assassin, I already knew. It was in the Reed Security training manual.”

  “They have one of those?” Claire asked. “Why weren’t we given one? Is it because we’re girls?”

  “I’ll have you know that I can kill just as well as some of the men around here,” Maggie said. “And, I love weapons. So, I should definitely have my hands on that manual.”

  “It’s not-”

  “Besides, I’m the boss’s wife. Why wouldn’t I at least have some input into this thing? I mean, have you seen me throw a grenade?”

  “And you lost two fingers for your trouble,” Lindsey chimed in.

  I sighed and ran a hand across my face. This was going nowhere fast.

  “Ladies, there is no manual.”

  They all stared at me for a moment, but then Claire grinned. “Right, like we’re going to believe that.” She snorted and took another sip of her wine.

  “Can we get back to what I wanted to talk to you about?”

  “Sex with the rabbit,” Lindsey nodded. “Right, go ahead.”

  “She’s not a rabbit,” I said, shaking my head. I pulled the wine bottle away from the ladies, needing their full attention. “The question is, do I make a move knowing that I don’t want more? I don’t want to lead her on, but I also want to stick my dick in her.”

  “You’re such a pig,” Claire sneered. “And it’s so fucking sexy.”

  I reared back at the differing statements in less than ten seconds.

  “You go get her. Rip her clothes off and ravage her,” Claire said. She stood and stalked toward me and I was slightly scared that she was going to enact part of her speech on me. “Throw her down on the bed and then lick her neck and tell her you’re going to eat her pussy like a starving dog that hasn’t eaten in a week.”

  “That’s…creepy…and I don’t know what to say to that.”

  “Ooh!” Lindsey jumped up. “And then when you have her good and writhing all around, you should bite her neck as you thrust your throbbing nightstick inside her.” She sighed and rubbed her tiny baby bump. “God, I’m so horny.”

  “My nightstick?”

  “And as love’s sweet arrow makes its way through the door of her femininity, and into the glistening portals of her womanhood, whisper all the ways you’re going to caress her and make the rivers of her honeypot flow.”

  “I’m not even sure what the fuck you just said.”

  “But get rough with her too,” Maggie encouraged me. “A woman with an ass like that can take a little rough play. Make it good for her. Let her know how much you want to devour her.”

  “I’m not actually going to eat her,” I told them all, a little concerned that they were pushing me to be some kind of Twilight character.

  Kate grabbed onto my shirt and spun me to face her. “And whatever you do, you look at her like she’s the last woman on the earth and you have to have her or you’ll die. And if you want to really emphasize it, you can do a blood pact.”

  “Whoa, what the fuck are you ladies drinking?” I stepped back and moved further away from the advancing pack of female wolves.

  “Go to her, Storm.” I backed up as Maggie continued to advance. “Take that woman and ravage her!”

  I tripped over an armchair, falling to the ground. Afraid they were going to come attack me, I scampered to my feet and ran the fuck out of there. How the fuck did these guys land such crazy-ass women?

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Jessica

  He finally came back into the room after being gone for twenty minutes. I thought I had made myself pretty clear. Though I wasn’t an expert on seduction, I thought I had done all the right stuff. I exposed my neck. I thrust my boobs out for him to see. I sat on the fucking bed. I ran my hand up his chest and wrapped it around his neck! How much more of an invitation did he need?

  He came in looking agitated and for a moment, I thought maybe something was wrong at work, but then I heard him mumbling something about crazy ladies. He could only mean the women that were living here. He must have run into them or something. So, instead of waiting for him to come to me, I stood up from the bed and walked over to him. This time, I left no room for misinterpretation. I wrapped my hand around his back and grabbed his ass, pulling him against me. When his head popped up and his eyes met mine, I pressed my lips tightly against his. It only took a moment for him to fall in line and kiss me back.

  He started walking me backwards and when I hit the bed, he shoved me back on the bed.

  “I’m going to…lick your neck,” he said awkwardly. My brows furrowed in confusion as he slowly lowered himself until he licked at my neck. And not like a sensual kiss, but a dog licking his master. But some people just had weird ways of kissing, right? So I ignored it and waited for him to finish slobbering on me. When he finished and looked down at me, I tried for a smile and patted his cheek.

  “That was…nice.”

  He ripped off my shirt and my blood pressure skyrocketed. Now things were getting serious. My heart beat out of control as moisture pooled between my legs. After two years of no sex, things were finally happening. And with such a gorgeous guy. Hell, he could slobber on me all he wanted if he would only stick his dick in me.

  “You are so gorgeous,” he murmured. He tore the panties from my legs and looked at me strangely, making me think there was something wrong with my vagina. “I’m going to devour you like…a mangy dog…eating garbage…from a trash can.”

  “What?” I asked in confusion. To be honest, he looked just as confused. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe I’d hit my head harder than I thought and all of this was my imagination. Oh God, I was stuck in one of those dream comas where you’re running around looking for the door and you can’t get out.

  “That came out wrong. I think.”

  I nodded slowly, praying we could just get to the good stuff now. Despite the awkward conversation, I still wanted to fuck this man. I started undoing his pants and practically salivated when I saw how big he was.

  “Holy crap,” I breathed heavily.

  “Stroke it,” he murmured. So, I complied. Who was I to turn down an invitation to grab hold of his cock? He groaned as I grabbed ahold of him. “That’s right. Stroke my…nightstick.”

  I stopped mid-stroke and looked up at him. “You’re…um….”

  “Cock,” he said forcefully. Maybe I heard him wrong. Maybe my hearing was going. Because no man I knew would ever refer to their penis as a nightstick.

  I started to play with him, licking and sucking and enjoying all the sounds he made. And when he thrust inside my mouth, I thought I would combust with need.

  “Please,” I pleaded. “I need you inside me.”

  He bent down, pushing his way on top of me until I was lying back on the bed. I could feel his cock dragging along my leg and anticipation built up inside me. Would it hurt? It had been so long. What if it had grown closed in the last two years?

  I watched as he reached down and held onto his cock, pushing it toward my entrance. “My sword is going to impale you like…” He paused, squeezing his eyes shut. His lips were moving as if he was murmuring to himself. “Through your petals of glistening…foreboding.” WTF? “No, my arrow of masculinity will pierce you and your doors of virility…”

  I laid still beneath him, wondering how the hell to get out of this now. Did I shove him off me? Did I yell that there was a spider and jump off the bed? Maybe I should start moaning and pretend like my head hurt. Even the hospital was better than this.

  “Your honeypot will ooze with the…pus of my manhood.”

>   Eyes shifting back and forth as I sat on the verge of the worst panic attack of my life, I struggled to come up with something, anything to get out from under this man.

  “Spider!” I shouted, not able to come up with anything better. He looked down at me in confusion. I shoved at his shoulders until he finally moved off me. Shaking like I was brushing off a spider, I snatched a blanket off the bed and wrapped it tightly around me. “That thing was huge. Did you see it?”

  “Uh….no. I guess I was thinking about other things.”

  Right. I knew exactly what he was thinking about and there was no way his sword was getting anywhere near my honeypot with his pus.

  “I just can’t…not after seeing that spider. And I think I’m starting to get a headache. Yep, there it is. I think I should just take a shower and go to sleep. You know, after all the excitement from the day, I’m just not up to…sword fighting.”

  I ran off to the bathroom and locked the door behind me, shuddering as I remembered what he had said. His hands had touched me. How was I going to stay the night with him after that? Luckily, when I got out of the shower, he wasn’t in the room. I slipped off to bed and fell asleep before he came back in the room.