Storm
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“Depends how high the voltage was,” Hunter said as he knelt next to Storm. “God, I hope he didn’t piss himself. I hate it when they do that.”
“No, I didn’t piss myself,” Storm grumbled. He pushed off the floor and stood on shaky legs. Hunter propped him up under his arm.
“Why were you dressed as a ghost?” I asked.
“I fell through the second floor and Jules freaked out and shot me with his super soaker of foam.”
“Why didn’t you wipe it off?” Cap asked. “Someone could have shot you.”
“With what? Do you see towels all around that I could use?”
“I’m telling you,” Rocco said. “This place is haunted. We should have never come here. If you were smart, you’d get your woman out of here and never come back.”
“She’s not my woman,” Storm insisted. “And this place isn’t haunted.”
Rocco turned to me, looking for me to back him up. “If I tell you it’s haunted, will you tell me your secrets?”
The guys all turned and walked out of the house-more like ran, and left me standing there with Storm.
“What a bunch of pussies,” Storm snorted.
“Tell me about it.” I turned and eyed him skeptically. “Do you know what secrets Rocco has?”
“The only secret I have is the complete confusion on why I even agreed to have everyone clear the house. Between you and me, I only did it to stay inside Jessica’s pants.”
I nodded. “That’s the big downfall. A grand gesture will always land you on your ass.”
He shook his head and headed for the door. “Not me. I never get knocked on my ass.”
“Keep dreaming, man!” I shouted after him. “I give you one week!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Jessica
“Come back to bed,” Storm groaned, pulling me back onto the bed and wrapping his body around me. He was lucky I was even here. After all the guys ran out of the house last night, Storm convinced me to stay, insisting that he would sleep in bed with me and protect me from anything that might come to harm me. I didn’t know that he could protect me from what was after me, but I felt like I was so close to getting answers and I didn’t want to lose any time. I had to get back to finding the proof I needed to bring down the clinic and find out once and for all what happened to my mother.
“I have things to do.”
“No, you don’t. The only thing you have to do is stay in this bed with me and make sure that I get at least three more orgasms this morning.”
“Well, I’m glad that you chose that as my job. It could be worse. You could expect me to be barefoot in the kitchen.”
“Watch it,” he said in a low, grumbling tone. His hands ran up to cup my breasts. “As much as I love feeling these tits in my hands, I’m not anywhere close to thinking about you barefoot and pregnant.”
“Well, that’s good considering that we only started sleeping together a few days ago, and you haven’t even taken me out on a date.”
He stilled and pulled back slightly. “I didn’t…” He cleared his throat and I could swear I could see him convulsing behind me.
“Would you relax? I didn’t say I wanted you to take me out on a date. I’m just pointing out that there’s an order to this conversation. Usually people date for a very long time, and then there’s a ring. After that comes the baby, and we’re nowhere near that.” I felt him let out a long sigh and I patted his hand. “You don’t have to worry. I’m not looking for any of that.”
“So…we’re just enjoying each other?”
“Well, that’s what I thought we were doing.”
“And…if I wanted more?”
I thought about it for a moment, trying to decide if that was something I even wanted. “I guess you would have to come talk to me about it.” I shifted in bed, turning around so I could face him. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not exactly someone I would see getting into a relationship with right now.”
“Why?” he asked somewhat offended.
“Well, it’s not that you’re not relationship material, but you don’t exactly put off the vibes of the guy that’s looking for more. In fact, I’m pretty sure that you’ve got these huge walls up for some reason. And that’s fine. I wasn’t looking for more.”
He searched my face for some sign of me lying. Men always did that. It wasn’t that I was opposed to being in a relationship, but I wasn’t one of those women that dated a man for months on end when I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. What was the point? All that time wasted when I could be finding someone that I actually wanted to be with.
“So, you don’t want to date me,” he said slowly.
“Storm, if you came to me and asked me to go on a date, I would probably say yes, but I’m the type of person that wants to be involved with the person I’m dating. Like, I would want to know about you and who you are. I would want to know about your family and friends. I’m an all in type of woman. So, if you want to date me, just be prepared for my expectations. If you want to just fuck, then I’m all in for just fucking.”
He looked at me strangely. “I’m not sure if I can trust you. Women always say shit like that and then they get their feelings hurt.”
“Storm, I’ve known you for about two weeks. We’ve already had a rocky start. I would be foolish to think that we’ll magically fall in love and run away on rainbows and unicorns. That’s not life.”
Well, it wasn’t my life, and it certainly wasn’t my grandmother’s life. She had every intention to run away with my grandfather and look how that turned out. And my mother, that was something I would never understand. She never would talk about my father. She always insisted that he was a one night stand, but I caught her looking at a photo from time to time, like she was sad and lonely. I never saw the picture, but I always wondered if it was my father.
“Huh.”
“What?”
“I guess I wasn’t prepared for this. I thought you would be one of those women that asked me to open up and tell you my feelings.”
“Oh, I’m going to ask you about your feelings.” I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. Gripping onto his dick, I slowly lowered myself down on him. “Tell me how you feel now.”