by Alexa Blue
She tilts her head to the side. “Nope. That shit’s only in fairytales.”
I press Brooke against the wall. Her eyes grow large as she gazes into mine. Her bottom lip twitches with desire as I press my body into hers. “Neither did I, until now.”
She scoffs, but her eye contact remains firm. “Mr. Muscles, what are you on about?”
I run my hands against her thighs. Shifting my hand on her inner thigh, she opens her legs for me.
There’s a growly bass in my voice when I speak again. “Brooke, you’re all I think about. I can’t escape you, not even when I sleep because you’re still in my dreams.”
She swallows hard but listens intently to my every word.
“I’ve never believed in fate, but after seeing you tonight, having my hands on your thigh legs in this dark alley, I know this is meant to be. Brooke, I don’t give a fuck about your rules. You’ve belonged to me since I first laid eyes on you, and I’d be damned if I let you go again.”
Brooke's knees go weak, but I hold her up. Her face is flushed with desperation, and I kiss away a tear rolling down her cheek.
I lift my hand, and her excitement drips down her thighs onto my fingers.
She takes in a deep breath. “Storm, I… I don’t know what it is, or why you have this hold over me, but you’re all I fucking think about! I feel… fucking powerless with you.”
A devilish grin forms on the corner of my lips. “It’s decided, beautiful. You’re mine.”
I slip her panties to the side and rub the girth of my finger against her folds. “Oh, Jesus!”
Finding her entrance, her juices soak my hand. As I press my finger inside her, Brooke closes in on me. Her lips meet mine in a passionate kiss.
“Storm,” Brooke says softly in my mouth, plea filling her voice.
My finger slips deeper inside her, and I rub my thumb against her swollen clit. “Let go, baby. I got you.”
Our lips remain locked as I lift my belt buckle and lower my jeans. My cock is desperate for her sweet pussy.
Still pressing Brooke against the wall, she lifts her legs, wrapping them around my waist and I rest my shaft at her entrance. I slap my cock teasingly on her pussy, before pressing into her.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans in my mouth. “Don’t stop, Storm. That feels so fucking good.”
Eager to feel more of me inside her, Brooke shifts her hips forward.
Her moans inside my mouth drown out the sounds of passing cars. I don’t give a fuck where we are, all I care about is feeling my cock against her flesh.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I grab on her thick ass, squeezing each cheek as we make sweet love.
Thrusting my hips back and forth in a gentle motion, I allow her to get used to the feeling of me inside her.
I look down at where we're connected, and as I pull out, I see her juices glistening on my cock. The sight drives me over the fucking edge.
My thrusts become faster and harder. Her moans grow louder, and I cover her mouth with my hand. “When we get back home, cupcake, you can make all the noise you want.”
I fuck her sweet cunt harder and harder until her body pulsates under my touch.
The first time round, I pulled out, but not this time. I want her to feel the sensation of my seed shooting against her flesh.
If a baby comes out of this, I’ll make sure our baby has the best of everything.
“Oh, oh, oh! Fuck, Storm!” She grunts. Her tits bounce with my every pounce.
I press my forehead against hers and lower my hand on her clit. Pressing against her aching bud, my thumb works in a circular motion. I don’t stop rubbing on her, thrusting into her, even when I feel Brooke lose control.
“Don’t ever fucking stop,” she pleads.
The sounds of my balls slapping against her ass echoes in the alley as her pussy tightens around me. Her pussy spasms around my cock, and with her desperate groans, I cannot hold back any longer.
Letting go, I shoot my load deep inside her, filling her with my warm, sticky seed.
My knees grow weak, but with Brooke still resting on my hips, I do everything in my power to hold us up.
When my last jet of cum shoots inside her, Brooke crashes. She pants heavily inside my mouth.
“Storm,” she breathes.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I… I love you.”
Her words are fucking magical, as if the winds whisper a sweet melody in my ears.
Brooke is mine, and now that I have her, I’ll move mountains to make sure she’s happy. Whether that means punching a gangster in the face or making sweet love to her in a dark alley.
After regaining our breath and neatening ourselves, we walk out the alley, towards my car.
I press Brooke against my car and gaze into her eyes. “Come home with me, cupcake.”
Her face turns a darker shade of pink. “Storm, I can’t say no when you look at me like that.”
I hold my gaze. “That’s why I look at you like that.”
This time, it doesn’t take much to convince Brooke to come home; my home, where she belongs.
We both had plans to have a drink tonight, and on our way home, I stop at a convenience store for a bottle of wine.
“You’re coming?” I ask, pulling the car over outside the store.
“My feet are killing me. I’ll wait here, you get the wine.”
I lean over and kiss my queen on her forehead.
For the first time in two weeks, I’m all smiles.
For the first time ever, I’m in love.
Chapter Nine
Brooke
A crackle of lightning lights up the Los Angeles sky. It will piss with rain in the next few moments, and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be with than Storm.
Even thinking about it in my head sounds cheesy—Storm will keep me safe from the storm.
Sitting in the car, I watch Storm run into a local Seven-Eleven convenience store. He has a jump in his step, almost as if he's bouncing. He's so fucking happy, and he's not alone.
This feels too good to be true. Being with Storm again feels like an impossible dream. It feels like I’d wake up and realize this was all a figment of my imagination. That I’d wake up in my bedroom to my shitty reality with an empty bottle of wine on my bedside table.
I know my heart's moving into dangerous territory, but for the first time, I don't care. I want this feeling to last, no matter how much it may hurt down the line.
This is the furthest I’ve gone with a guy since I swore never to give my heart away. Lying to myself is stupid, and not something I can do any longer. Not when I’ve been consumed by thoughts of Storm. Not when I’ve fantasized over him filling me with his thick cock, and holding me in his arms after we make sweet love.
When we fucked in the alley, he shot his cum deep inside me, and it felt fucking amazing. I connected to him in a way I've never connected with anyone. It wasn't just sex, it was something much more.
I can pretend not to give a fuck about him all I want, but like Amanda says, it hurts because it’s love. He’s all I think about, and now that I finally see him again, the relief is unreal.
An argument outside the store entrance breaks my train of thought.
“Who the fuck is she?” The woman barks.
The guy’s voice is aggressive. His hands are on her shoulders, he roughs her up as he shouts back. “I told you already, we’re not fucking having this conversation here!”
“Get your filthy hands off me. Who the fuck is she?” She pauses as if she realizes something. “Wait, is this why you always keep your phone on silent? Is she the reason I’m not allowed to look at your phone? Oh, my God, I’m such a fucking idiot.”
She tries to free herself from his grasp. I know I should get out the car, slap the man senseless, and tell him to man the fuck up. While he's at it, tell him to lift his hands from her. Perhaps I should get out and tell her she can do much better than this cheating piece of shit. But, I remain sea
ted, staring on with large eyes as the scene unfolds in front of me.
“Get… off… me!”
Sounds of thunder rumbles in the distance, followed by a blinding flash of lightning.
She manages to escape his grasp, but as she steps back, the man winds his hand back and slaps her across the face. The sound of his hand connecting with her face is louder than the booming thunder.
My breaths quicken and I pull my hands to my mouth. I try screaming, but I can't. Shock freezes over me.
This could have been me, is the only thought running through my mind.
He leans down, lifting her from the ground. “Fuck, what have I done… I’m so sorry!”
The woman's in tears but accepts his hand. He lifts her to her feet and wraps his arm around her waist.
They walk away, but from her jerking shoulders, I can tell she’s still crying.
He cheated on her. I doubt this is the first time, and yet she stays. Despite her cheating prick of a man killing her, she stays with him.
I see Storm standing in line, with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates in his hand. Opening the glove compartment, I pull out a notepad. Attached to the notepad is a pen. I tear off a small piece of paper, scribble on the paper and leave the note on the driver’s seat before stepping out the car.
The sounds of my heels echo down the street as I run for dear life. I make it around the corner without him spotting me. Standing on the edge of the road, I watch as Storm walks out.
He walks with the same bouncing step he had when he walked in the store, but it slows down once he discovers the car is empty, that I’m no longer there.
He stands, staring into the empty car for a few minutes, dropping the box of chocolates from his hand. At the same time, the bottle of wine slips from his other hand.
Shards of glass scatter as the bottle drops from his hand. Standing in a puddle of wine, Storm throws himself against the car in defeat.
The skies give in to the pressure, and it starts drizzling.
I wipe a lone tear running down my cheek. As I gaze into the sky, another tear rolls down my cheek.
I couldn’t allow myself to be happy. When happiness saved me from the bar, I shuddered. I’m so shit scared of love that I’ve run away from Storm, my happiness.
Soon, my happiness will be lost in time, like my tears in this rain.
Chapter Ten
Storm
Stepping into my now empty car, a small piece of paper on the driver’s seat catches my attention.
I can’t do this. I’m so sorry.
Brooke,
The note is short and to the point, without any fluff or pretense. I’m not sure who I was kidding. I guess I was just desperate to be with the girl I can’t get out of my mind. I thought we shared a moment in that bar, hell, I thought we shared a moment in that alley.
But, I was a fool to think a girl like Brooke would come back home with me.
This is as clear as closure gets. Now I can move on with my life, hopefully, get my stripping and writing back on track.
She could not have made the message any clearer—the woman wants nothing to do with me.
We both agreed to never meet up again, but when I laid eyes on Brooke in that bar, I believed it to be fate. I was willing to do whatever it took to protect her, to make her mine. Yet, once again, I lost my queen.
“Someone’s looking grumpy,” Ms. Paddy’s voice catches me off-guard. In the back of my mind, I heard the elevator sounding open, but the sound was distant. I stood inside the elevator, staring out blankly, consumed by my thoughts.
I step out and offer a fake smile. “Hello, Ms. Paddy,” I say and shift past her. I don't even pretend to want to talk to her.
“You’ve been a very busy body lately,” she continues.
I take in a deep breath before turning to my neighbor. “Yeah, I’m really sorry about the other night… and err… the morning.”
“Be sure to close your curtains next time.”
I smile. “Will do. Good night, Ms. Paddy.”
I take another step towards my door when her voice interrupts me again.
“Girl problems?” She asks.
I walk back to the elevator, and before I know it, I'm confiding in my older neighbor. I've always said she is like my second mother.
I tell her about Brooke, and how I think I’m in love, but she doesn’t feel the same.
She lifts her gaze to the ceiling, covering her face when I forget I'm speaking to my religious neighbor and tell her about the fantastic sex.
I get so carried away talking about Brooke, that I keep her outside the elevator for the next fifteen minutes. Ms. Paddy is the only person I’ve been able to speak to about Brooke.
Ms. Paddy cuts me short. “Sweetie, I don’t know this girl, but I know you.”
“Yes, it’s jus—”
“Let me finish,” she interrupts. “I don’t know her. I don’t know if she’s worth your time.”
My head sinks.
“What I do know,” she continues, lifting my head up with her finger, “is that I have never seen you happier than the night I saw you two together.” Her smile is warm, comforting, and she rubs the inside of palms against my arms.
I search her eyes, desperate for answers. “What should I do, Ms. Paddy?”
She shakes her head in disapproval. “Sweetie, I think we both know the answer to that question.”
Ms. Paddy gives me a final smile, taps me on the back, and steps into the elevator. “Oh, and Storm.”
My head jerks excitedly, expecting a solution.
“I’ll be praying for you.”
It’s four days later, and I don’t think Ms. Paddy’s prayers have been working. Brooke is still on my mind.
My father was a prick that treated my mother like shit. Not only did it kill her, but me and my brother lived in hell. There were always arguments between my mom and dad, sometimes those arguments became violent. We all knew he was a cheating dickhead, but we all felt trapped.
For the longest time, I’ve been scared to get involved in a relationship, fearing I might turn out like my father. But I now know I will never be like him.
All I need is her heart, and I will make sure Brooke is happy for the rest of her life. I will love her, and I'll be fucking sure to treat her like the big, beautiful goddess she is.
My beeping phone catches my attention.
Hey sexy,
It’s been a while. If you’re free tonight, keen for some fun?
Hugs,
Alexis
I throw my phone against the wall and it shatters with the impact. “Fuck off!”
Usually, I’d be jumping at the chance to fuck Alexis, but I’m not interested. I’m not interested in any woman, other than Brooke.
‘Sweetie, I think we both know the answer to that question.’
Ms. Paddy’s advice plays over in my mind. I’ve been trying to make sense of it, like an unsolvable riddle.
My head jerks up, and my lips form a perfect ‘O.’ I know exactly what I need to do.
I slip on my sneakers, and grab my car keys, before dashing out my apartment. I know what needs to be done.
“Hello!” I greet Ms. Paddy in passing and run past her.
She doesn’t respond, but I can imagine her smiling from behind me.
I run to the elevator, and after pressing on the button to the lobby a few times, I decide it cannot wait and take the stairs. Sprinting down four flights of stairs, I run out my building and into my car.
I’ve waited long enough.
It’s time for me to claim my queen.
Chapter Eleven
Brooke
It’s been two weeks since I last saw Storm, since he saved me from the filthy biker.
This time I screwed up royally. After what I have put him through, there’s no way the man would want anything to do with me. When I watched his face sink at the sight of an empty car, it killed me.
My bedroom door swings open, and Ama
nda storms into my room. She grabs the glass of wine out my hand and smacks me on the back of my head.
“Hey, what the hell!” I bark, glaring at her with confusion plastered on my face. I rub the back of my head as I wait for her response.
“I’m hoping that slap would give you a freaking wake up.”
“Amanda, I have a headache, ple—”
“No, now I'm going to speak, and you will listen.”
Sometimes, it feels like Amanda’s the older sister. I don’t understand my thought process half the time, yet it feels like she’s the only person able to make sense of my life.
She takes another sip of my wine. “Oooh, this is good! I think I’ll be taking that bottle from you.”
I glare at my sister with parted lips. Did she just slap me across the head to steal my wine? “I know you did not just—”
“Oi! I’m speaking now,” she takes another sip, “hmmm, really good,” and clears her throat. “Anyway, when I set you two up on a date, I knew Storm would be perfect for you.”
My head sinks. Storm is the last person I want to discuss with my sister. “Yeah, about that. I kind of ruined it for good now. But, that’s over, and not something I want to talk ab—”
“You keep telling me how the right man will love me with my weight… blah blah blah… yet you can’t follow your advice? You finally find a man that thinks the moon of you and yet you’re sulking in your room? Stop being so fucking stubborn, Brooke. Go out and fight for your man.”