Out of the Storm
Jillian Elizabeth
*Warning, this book contains adult content and sensitive situations.
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To the two little girls that have melted my heart and stolen it forever. Dream big and never be afraid to spread your wings.
“Kiss your fears and touch the sky.” - Stephen Becker
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” - Lao Tzu
Chapter 1
Andrea
The annual Children’s Hospital New Year’s Eve Charity is a sought-after event around Wayne County. Detroit, Michigan is a huge county that has had many ups and downs over the years. Here we rub elbows with everyone- from the high ups with money and power like the rich manufacturers, the council members, and the wealthy business owners all the way down to all the workers that make them their wealth.
This is my second year joining Carter to this event, and I love it. It's near and dear to my heart.
As a Wayne County Sheriff’s Department Homicide Detective, Carter has definitely earned the respect he has and has busted his ass to show he is amazing at his job. I'm so very proud of him. Being on his arm, being the love of his life is what makes life worth living. The time without him in my life was hell.
Finishing up getting ready while he's downstairs on the phone with Nick, I grab my clutch purse and give myself one more look over in the mirror. My dark chestnut hair is curled in waves down my back and over my shoulders. My black one-shoulder Grecian style dress fits like a second skin over the flare of my hips, my slight breasts, and my ample backside. Grabbing my diamond studs off the dresser, I start to put them in while looking for my matching necklace.
Looking back up to the mirror, I'm startled as I'm kissed along my bare shoulder and up the side of my neck. Feeling Carter’s large hands come around my front and wrap around my stomach, my head drops back as I open my eyes to our reflection in the mirror. Those light honey brown eyes of his hold my stare in the mirror as I let my hand come up to the back of his neck. His dark short hair is perfectly styled and those big pouty suckable lips are on my ear now.
“You take my breath away,” he whispers quietly in my ear.
Turning around, I kiss him hard and long on the mouth. His moan is what spurs me on further and I push him backward until he’s sitting in the chair in the corner of our bedroom. His eyes sparkle with mischief as I slowly gather my dress from the bottom, lifting it as I bunch it and gather it in my hands.
He reaches out and skims my smooth thighs with his hands, moving up to my hips. Grabbing the corner of my panties, he yanks me to him. I straddle his large thighs and settle just above his hard and straining cock trying to break free of his pants. Grabbing my hair, he slightly pulls my head back. As he licks up my neck and throat, I grind my now throbbing pussy down to meet his hardness. Hissing through his teeth, he reaches a hand down to quickly free himself.
My skin feels so alive under his intense stare; it's a stare I will never get tired of. His smolder becomes more intense as I squirm in waiting of what I want.
“Lift up, Starfish,” he says gruffly to me as I lift myself up on my knees, still straddling his thighs.
Settling me over his hardness, I feel it straining to break through my panties, and I think it just may- until he rips them off, right from the crotch.
Now turned on even more, I beg him. “Carter, please,” I ask him in a whined whisper.
Standing up while I'm still straddling him, he bites my shoulder and puts my back to my mirror, my ass sitting on my low dresser. Pulling my dress up, he thrusts his hardness into my wetness in one quick thrust. Both of us cry out in what we needed so badly. I will never tire of his hard to my soft, his heart that never has not loved me.
Feeling him so deep, I reach up and grab his short hair, bringing his lush lips to mine. His moan into my mouth catches mine, as his hands grip my ass tighter and he thrusts faster. I'm building so fast, ready to take flight. My cries are getting louder and can't be stopped. I'm to the point of almost howling, when I detonate around him...white hot stars dance in my vision as my head is thrown back and my whole body tightens around him.
“That's it. Let me see you, beautiful.” He leans up and thrusts harder, chasing his orgasm as I spasm around him.
Feeling him rub my nub with his pelvis, my walls around his length clench as I feel my orgasm build up again. Meeting his thrusts with my own, I feel the dresser rock beneath me. I couldn’t care less, let it fall, but don't let this man stop!
“Carter,” I pant. “Oh God…..yes...baby right there….ohhhh.” My orgasm hits me so fast as I feel him release inside me hard. His head is thrown back, the cords of muscles in his neck bulging, and he releases his cry of ecstasy. It’s the sexiest sound I will ever hear. The masculine war cry like victory of loving his mate...his love.
Bringing his forehead to mine, he stares into my blue eyes. Kissing me slowly, he continues to rock inside me as our breathing comes down to normal.
“Sorry, Starfish, you're so fucking beautiful, so fucking beautiful,” he says quietly, almost as if in pain.
Grabbing his face, I look into the honey brown eyes of the man that is my whole world. He relays so much to me through his expressions on his face alone, with the hardness or softness of his eyes, the clenching of his jaw, or the flaring of his nostrils.
After knowing Carter Avery my whole life, I know them all. We talk without words. Many think it's weird...it's just something we've always been able to do, really.
“That was amazing, but Carter...we’re going to be late, baby.”
Kissing my nose, he puts me back to the floor. Removing himself from my body, he tucks himself back in his pants. Grabbing my panties off the floor, he brings them to his nose for a sniff, his eyes intense on mine and making my body flush once again.
He stalks to me like a hunter to his prey, his large shoulders at attention with his long legs eating the distance between us quickly. Leaning down to the floor, he lifts my foot onto his hard thigh. His large arms bulging through the fabric of his nicely pressed dress shirt, his large hands lift my dress over my knee so it drapes behind me.
Never losing eye contact with me, he takes my panties and wipes our love from the inside of my thigh. The gentleness is so him….this is the man that loves and cares for me. In all things, it's never lost.
Setting my foot back down after placing a kiss to my calf, I go to my dresser to find a new pair of panties for the evening.
**********
Driving through the streets of Detroit, we make our way to the Renaissance Center. This place is beautiful and placed so perfectly in the city, right on the international waters between Detroit and Windsor, Canada.
I'm looking forward to staying at the Detroit Marriott, right inside the Renaissance Towers itself. Carter and I stayed here last year as well, it's just the safer place for most of us to go to at the end of an event of this magnitude.
Responsible is the way these city officials need to be portrayed
, and Carter is no exception. He's always responsible though, he's never careless. His career means so much to him. As he climbs the ladder, he’s gaining a great reputation at the same time.
That’s what is important to him. His Italian ancestry leaves him looking every part the mobster, not anyone to tangle with. He gets a wide berth from many when he's on an investigation. I've seen him in action, it's a serious side he never shows me at home. He keeps his work at the office, he says he doesn't want to contaminate our home with the filth of his job.
Stepping out of the car, holding onto Carter’s hand so as not to trip on my ridiculously high heels and dress, I look up to his smirk. The smirk that shows the little dimple at the corner of his mouth, the look pretty equal to the cat that ate the canary. I'm the canary that sings and sings when this cat eats.
A shiver runs through me as the cold December wind of the city picks up. Pulling me closely, he reaches in and grabs our overnight duffle from the backseat before the valet can make off with the dark sedan. Taking the ticket the valet gives him, he leads me on his arm toward the entrance, checking our surroundings as we head in so we can check into our room before the event for the evening.
Holding me close, he steps through the atrium with its beautiful glass vaulted ceilings, rounded over in replacement of a roof. The city lights give it a beautiful glow from the outside in, as we make our way to the room to drop our bag off and freshen up.
Pulling our key card from his front pants pocket, he looks to me with a raised eyebrow as he slides it through the slot in the door. The little chirp and him slamming the handle down let me know we're in.
Shaking my head as I give him my toothy grin, I lean up on my toes to kiss his insatiable mouth.
It's a quick, soft kiss that leaves my lips tingling as I pull away. A swat to my ass has me squealing on a jump as I stroll slowly past him and into the room.
The blinds are open, revealing the skyline on the river. It’s so beautiful. Turning my head over my shoulder as our duffle bag hits the floor, my mouth waters at the sight of Carter bent over unpacking our clothes into the drawers. His long, hard legs, the full rounded muscles of his ass that make me want to sink my claws in. My feet are moving toward him all on their own and my hands wouldn't be able to stop if I tried.
Reaching out, I run my hands up the back of his thighs, scraping my nails up over them as they flex against my touch. Leaning over his back, I place a small kiss in the middle, the only place I can reach even in my heels. His 6 foot 3 inch frame towers over my 5 foot 5 inch petite self. Feeling his inhale at my touch makes me smile as I just lay my cheek against him, just feeling him close.
He stands and turns around, gathering me in his arms. Lifting my chin to his gaze, he kisses me softly. “Later, beautiful. We need to go, but my love is all for you later. I promise.”
“I just needed a moment to touch you. It's almost impossible not to,” I say on a small laugh. Looking into the humor of his eyes, the crinkles at the corner show me he enjoys it as well.
Removing my hands from his chest, he kisses each of them as he pulls me toward the door. “You ready to schmooze the city, beautiful?”
“Sure am, handsome.” I wink.
Laughing deeply, he pulls the door open and pulls me out into the hall. Looking around us, he does as he always does and checks our surroundings. With the job he has, this is his habit. It's one I will not ever complain about. I always feel the safest I can ever be when I'm with Carter, he's my own personal superman.
Chapter 2
Carter
This event is important for our county, as well as for me personally. It's near and dear to my heart to help the children that need money raised for research, new equipment, and just an overall well-run facility. People come from all over for the care our Children's Hospital of Detroit is known for.
Over the last five years that I've been a homicide detective, I've seen things that would bring anyone to their knees. I use it as my fuel to make a better tomorrow and to bring justice to those that need it. My reputation as a hard hitter and hard worker have earned me a lot of respect, and of course, some enemies.
Having my beautiful Starfish on my arm is the greatest reward I could possibly ever earn.
She was always my girl; from the moment she was born. Our families were so close, they were always together. My parents and hers grew up together and so it continued on with their own children.
Andrea is younger than me by 5 years. I always made it my duty in life to protect her and watch out for her. I messed it up one time and almost lost her forever. I won't ever take her for granted again.
She's the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on. The meaning in my cruel and shaky world.
**********
Stepping into the ballroom, I'm immediately assaulted with the noise level. Andrea is on my arm and we slowly make our way through the room, shaking hands with people. The eyes of many of my colleagues appreciate the beauty on my arm, and it makes me proud she's here with me.
Walking to the mayor, Dean Stavros, we greet him and his lovely wife, Vivian. She takes both of Andrea's hands in hers and lightly kisses her cheek. Last year at this event was the first time I publicly displayed the love of my world on my arm. Of course Vivian was drawn to her, and they chatted kindly together most of the night as we shared a table.
Smiling down at the exchange the two women share makes my heart soar. That smile...it gets me every time. Her deep red lined lips, perfectly straight bright white smile, sparkling blue eyes, and those damn dimples. I’ve been a goner for her always, but seeing her strength over the last two years has made me appreciate her all the more. One day soon I will make her my wife and she will complete me totally. I won't take the chance to ever lose her light in my life again.
Politely excusing ourselves, we go over to Nick, my partner in crime. We share most of our investigations and he's the best partner I could have. His beautiful wife, Chantal, glows with her very present baby bump. They are expecting twins in the spring and couldn't be happier about it. Man, I hope he has all girls to drive him crazy.
I clap his back in a man hug. “There you are beautiful,” I say to him on a gruff laugh.
“Flattering me will do you no good when the wife is present, sweetheart,” he says back through a deep chuckle.
We have shared an odd friendship, but to most when we are together we look like we are about to join the rest of our Mafia brothers. His deep Italian roots leave him with a slight accent when he speaks, which garners a lot of crap from the other guys.
Andrea is feeling the twins move and the look on her face as she looks over her shoulder to me stops my whole world. She should have this, but she lost it. Damn, it still kills me that some of the smallest things can still take the light out of her eyes. My poor Starfish, so strong. I will give this back to her one day, it's my promise in life to her.
Pulling her to me, I kiss her hand and look deep into her eyes. She nods as I relay to her that I understand her sorrow. She smiles up to me and blows me a small kiss. She's back and pushed it down. Of course she is happy and ecstatic for them, but losing her own pregnancy still comes back to haunt her at moments like this.
We find our seats at the table, just as others are seemingly doing the same. Looking around, I see we are of course seated with Nick and Chantal, as well as with a few others from the department I consider acquaintances.
“Do you want something to drink, sweetheart?” I lean down to ask Andrea in her ear. She smiles sweetly at me, her smile reaching her eyes with those dimples shining. I like seeing she is fully back from the small trip up I saw earlier.
Squeezing my thigh, she presses her slight breasts to my bicep as she leans closer for me to hear her above the noise in the room. “A red Moscato if they have it please. If not, you know what I like. Surprise me,” she says on a wink.
Leaning back, I give her my sleuth eyes with a squint. “Feeling bold tonight, my love,” I say teasingly, knowing that she'
s on to my joke when she bites her lip and her cheeks pinken. She nods her head.
Pulling that lip out and kissing it quickly, I push my chair back to stand. “Miss me,” I say, kissing her forehead as I lean down pushing my chair back under the table.
“Always,” she mouths with a bright smile.
Moving to the back of the room I see there are two bars set up. They are cash bars of course. This is a fundraiser after all. I make my way over to the left side since the line seems to be shorter there. As I make it to the end of the line behind a petite blonde in a deep purple strapless gown, she turns around. I am stunned to see Holly is here, and this sure isn't the rough and tough sheriff I know.
“Holly-B-Golly,” I chuckle behind her. This garners a full head turn with a shake of her head and small laugh.
“When will that name leave your head, Detective?” she asks me, turning fully now to face me. Her ample breasts are fighting to be free of the confines of her dress, and I can't help but wonder where her husband is tonight. She's always at these things alone. Never met the guy, but many of us try and keep our lives outside of the department as private as we can. She's been on leave since late October after her daughter was killed. I still cannot imagine a pain of that level. A young, beautiful girl out making homecoming memories with her friends and it turned tragic.
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