Out of the Storm

by Jillian Elizabeth

The dinner chatter is nice with everyone around the table as we eat. I place my hand on Andrea’s upper thigh and squeeze lightly, rubbing small circles. I find those laser beam baby blues looking up to me, the light in them stops my world. “You keep looking at me like I’m your next meal, beautiful girl, and we are cutting our party short.”

  My girl boldly brings her hand over to my lap, only she skips my lap entirely and goes right for the goods, her sonar on the man in my pants is spot on as she runs her nails slightly up and down.

  Clenching my jaw, I squeeze her thigh tighter. Looking over to the little minx I love, she smiles behind the wine glass pulled to her lips. The crinkle at the corner of her eyes tells me she's proud of what she knows she's doing to me. This girl knows how to get what she wants from me for much less, but damn if both our worlds won't be completely rocked tonight with what I've got planned. Pulling her hand away from my cock before I embarrass myself when I get up, I pull it to my mouth and kiss it.

  I've spent years working with so many people at this table. I look around the room and see some faces that I don't necessarily like or appreciate, but deal with all the same in our little political world here.

  I see many of the women I've fucked in the past keep looking our way. I don't think they would make Andrea feel uncomfortable, but knowing I had numerous people around here leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

  I see Nick getting up quickly, as I see a sour look on Chantal’s pretty face. He leans down quickly to the side of her chair and pushes his hand into her back. I see her wince as she moves side to side with his running hands pressing low on her back.

  “Everything okay, sweetheart?” I ask a little concerned. I don't think any of us are expecting New Year's babies tonight.

  Rolling her eyes and placing her hands on Nick’s, she looks over to me with a small smile. “The girls are really moving tonight, just pushing up against my back. They are losing more room each day and trying to stretch out. My organs and bones don't like to be their playground,” she says on a small laugh.

  She lightly taps Nick’s hands to get him to stop, like this is an often occurrence with them. Doting husband and dad, never thought I would see this day. I remember when all this guy wanted to do was get his dick wet, shoot his gun, and bring a nice girl home for the holidays to impress his mom.

  He struck it all here. This wholesome girl that threw his world on a tilt and spun it also captured the wild Italian that needed wrangling.

  Just as Chantal sits back and rubs both her hands on her protruding belly, I see Andrea get up and walk over to her. I see her dainty hand reach over and touch the belly being occupied by sassy little Chantal's twin girls. The two are smiling and sharing a quiet conversation between each other that I can't quite hear.

  Chantal picks up Andrea’s hand and moves it far over to her right side. Andrea's face lights up and I'm guessing she's feeling the movement. Her eyes meet mine, as she's leaning over touching the babies. The look says it all, she wants this.

  She almost had it and it was stolen from her in fate's cruel game. I will make sure my Starfish will have all the babies she can handle. After all, I’m Italian and baby making is a special dance. I can't wait to see her glow with each one of our children as she carries them. I give her a wink, and she gives me her big megawatt smile that reaches so high her face might crack.

  And just as quickly, the tears are brimming, her eyes shining brightly for me. It's then we hear the DJ switch the music over from dinner chatter music of jazz and instrumental, to something to dance to. As Enrique begins to sing “Bailamos”, people start to dance.

  My girl stands up straight with a humorous look in her eyes. She is ready to put on a show.

  We spent some years together taking professional ballroom dancing. She was such a good sport to help me with the balance I needed when I was boxing competitively. I know her favorite is the Samba and I have a feeling that's just what wants to come out and play with this song.

  Following her with my eyes, she struts over to me, throwing a little more hip into it as she walks to me. I grab her hand as I stand and pull her to me for a kiss, looking directly into her sparkling eyes.

  “Let’s show ‘em what we've got baby,” I tell her with a wink as I pull her to the dance floor in the middle of the room.

  I feel many eyes on us as we turn to each other and make eye contact, both of us rolling our hips with the music and stepping out in the seductive steps of the Samba rhythm. God, it's been years since we've done this together, but our bodies move together like it was yesterday. The seductive sway of her hips comes to meet mine as I pull her close letting our steps and flit kicks move flawlessly together between each of our legs.

  We break apart and stand side to side. She pulls the skirt of her dress up and I feel the rhythm of her steps and hip movement. This girl and her hips give Shakira a run for her money. The drum beat of a Samba is exactly how my heart feels when I look at her, she's always done this to me. I’ll never have my fill.

  It's when she turns her head to meet my gaze that we hear the hoots and hollers around the room. Throwing her head back in laughter, she looks so happy. She’s loving this and the joy on her face makes my heart soar. Damn, this beautiful woman never ceases to amaze me. She's so damn beautiful it almost hurts.

  Coming back to face me, she winks at me and right then I know the torturously sexy dance move she's about to pull on me. As the crescendo of the lyrics and Enrique's powerful voice come over the music, she drops down to the floor and grabs my thigh. Pulling her up with my hand in hers, she licks her lips at me as she seductively snakes her way up my body, feeling the clench of my thighs and the semi arousal state of my cock.

  I spin her so her ass is right in front of me. Grabbing her around her flat stomach to her other hip, we both share a hip rotation as she reaches behind and grabs the back of my neck. Leaning down into her ear, I blow. Hearing her whimper, I know that us sharing this again has just become the best foreplay before the foreplay we've had in a very long time. The rhythm our bodies share here on the floor together speaks nothing for the allegro of our shared concerto in our lovemaking. This night will only get better, and she has no idea.

  As the song comes to an end, the room roars with applause. My sweet Starfish does her little curtsy as she holds are arm out attached to my side. I bow, with a smile at the crowd.

  The city and the county just saw a Carter Avery they've never seen before. All because of my girl. She hung the moon, this one. From the time I first saw her, she held my heart and she always will.

  I lead her back to our table, and the smile on her face is priceless.

  “You were amazing as always beautiful,” I tell her while kissing her head. Pulling her chair out for her, she sits down.

  Chantal leans over to her. “Damn girl, that was incredible.”

  Andrea doesn't know how to take compliments, and she blushes at her friend’s praise. “Thank you, it's been a long time since we danced like that,” Andrea tells her.

  “My little Starfish here, got me dancing when I needed agility and balance in my boxing career,” I interrupt.

  “The moves you have, you think you could teach Nick a thing or two?” she asks, winking at her husband playfully.

  “I thought I would hate it, but just like anything else with her, I loved it. It's something I think we need to do more of together again,” I tell her, pulling her dainty hand up to my lips.

  “Why is it you call her Starfish? It isn't a common nickname, that's for sure,” Chantal asks.

  Andrea turns to me with a curious smile. I don't think she has ever really questioned this either. I've called her that for so long, it's just become as natural as her name. “That's a good question. There are many reasons actually,” I start. “When I was younger, about 6 or 7, our class went on a field trip to the Belle Isle Aquarium. That place used to be so incredible, and I have such amazing memories from my time there.” I relive it in my mind.

  “Man, that place
was incredible,” Nick chimes in.

  Nodding at him, I continue, “We got to touch some of the tide pool creatures there, and the one that I was drawn to the most was the Starfish. It's the star of the sea and each one is different with its own look. There are so many kinds of them. They are beautiful creatures. We learned many amazing facts about Starfish that day that don't have anything to do with my Starfish right here,” I say on a chuckle.

  “One day I was sitting with her in the ER with our families. She had fallen when we were docking back in the Detroit marina after a family outing at Boblo Island.”

  Nick interrupted, “Seriously bringing up some old spirits of Detroit brother.”

  “They were incredible parts of my childhood I won't ever forget. Andrea here was so young when we went for their last season in 1993. She broke her arm at the age of two and I just felt so horrible and helpless sitting there with her.

  I told her all about the Starfish I learned about on my field trip. When a Starfish breaks a limb, it grows back and regenerates. It occurred to me then that she was my own Starfish. Even at her age, she was beautiful. Anyway, it seemed only natural I call her that.”

  She looks to me with questions in her eyes and tears shedding. “I vaguely remember that, but you never told me since then about that story. You've called me that for so long, I guess it wasn't even a question. That's the best story I've heard you tell, Carter,” she says quietly.

  Leaning over, I kiss her lips sweetly and tap her nose. “Always have been the strong and resilient Starfish that grows more beautiful every day and gets stronger every time she breaks,” I tell her while staring into her soul through her eyes. I want her to really see how truly amazing she is to me and has always been.

  Chapter 5

  Andrea

  This night has been incredible. There are just no words for the greatness, the little moments shared with Carter, and that story. God, I had no idea the nickname he gave me ran that deep. It really just reiterates how he is my one, the one and only guy for me, and always has been. It also just shows me how stupid I was to think I could ever love another. The amount of pain Carter and I both inflicted on each other in the amount of time when we were apart was stupid and immature. Never again do I want to go through that hurt or hurt him.

  I've heard from Nick that he was a hard one to rein in at that time. A vigilant soldier of Detroit with nothing else to lose. That's scary.

  I'm so glad he has his light again, the change in him these past few years has been big. Nick says it's me, I have to agree. We've always been the ointment to heal each other. The healing hands of our hearts united and our souls as one. My shining prince, knight of the night…. my superman.

  Chantal is so cute as she waddles around. Nick being so doting on her is another change from the hard detective I've seen. His love for her is incredible, and if it's an ounce of what Carter and I share, I know they won't ever lose their way.

  She's a few months from delivering if she makes it full term. But with multiples, it won't be likely she will go all the way to forty weeks. I lost my sweet baby at twenty-five weeks. It was just a glimpse in time of feeling my son move within me before I lost him. My sweet Jacob will always be my angel.

  Shaking that thought, I grab Holly and drag Chantal up to come and dance with me on the dance floor. This is one of my favorite parts of the night. It's about 11:00 and we have some time before we ring in the New Year.

  Carter gives me a soul stopping kiss as I leave the table, pulling a Cuban cigar out of the breast of his suit jacket and smiling bright. “Nick and I are gonna run outside with some of the guys to share a Cuban. We’ll be right back and you and I are gonna burn the floor some more,” he says, snaking his hands around my waist and kissing my neck.

  Letting my head fall back, I smile when Chantal and Holly give me their gagging sounds from behind me. Let them, I can't ever get enough of this man.

  “See you soon sexy,” I wink as I sway away from him. Turning around, I see him staring as I walk away, sticking the cigar in his mouth and clenching his jaw. Taunting my man is going to get me in trouble tonight. It's a trouble I'll gladly string myself up in.

  Nick throws his head back in laughter as he claps Carter on the back, steering him out the door.

  It has me giggling as I head to the dance floor. The Cha Cha Slide starts up and we all fall in line, well Chantal has modified hers a little. Instead of the hops, she pulls her hands up and does a sprinkler. We are all cracking up and having a good time. Holly giving me shit for my Cha Cha hips makes me snort laugh, which only makes them laugh harder.

  Getting the creepy feeling up my spine again, I look around. I see Ed out on the floor with his young girl. I don't know that story and I don't think I want to. She doesn't seem as into him as he is her. But he's watching me. What's his deal?

  Just as I finish staring him back down and turning around, I am grabbed around the waist and pulled into Carter’s hard body. I jump slightly even though I know it’s him. “Sorry, Starfish, didn't mean to startle you,” he says in my ear as he takes my earlobe between his teeth.

  Just as Ed Sheeran’s ‘Shape of You’ comes on, he grinds his hard body into my ass. Splaying his hand across my stomach, he moves our bodies together. Closing my eyes and just using my senses with him, I smell the fresh Cuban on his breath mixed with the clean masculine sexy smell that's all him.

  He leans down and bites my shoulder before spinning me around and dipping me back. As I come up, he grabs my neck and kisses me long and hard as he pulls my dress up to stick his knee in between my open thighs. Unashamedly I grind my throbbing pussy against his hard thigh as he dirty dances us out in front of everyone.

  My breathing gets shallow and I moan, it's suddenly a sauna in here. Looking into the sparkle of his honey brown eyes, I pull his head down to wrap my arms around his neck. Biting his neck, I feel his grip on my hips squeeze almost to the point of pain.

  “Fuck, Andrea,” he says on a moan as he pulls back.

  Just as he's grabbing me and about to no doubt pull us out of here, the song ends and the announcement comes over the speaker. They are going to draw the raffles and it's 11:30, thirty minutes until the new year.

  Groaning, he turns me around to hide the hardness no doubt showing itself quite proudly in his pants. “You're so lucky you were saved by the announcer, my sweet,” he groans in my ear.

  Oh, lucky would have me on my back right now looking at his dark hair between my milky thighs.

  This right here is torture.

  As they announce the winners of each of the prizes one by one, we all stand around the dance floor and clap for each lucky person who spent their hard-earned money on things they were interested in. Ultimately, it's the raising of the funds for the Children's Hospital that is the goal, but it makes it fun to have things to win.

  “Andrea Jensen,” the DJ announces. I meet him out in the middle of the dance floor as I'm given the beautiful piece of metal I fell in love with earlier. The Springfield Subcompact XD. Just the feel of it in my hands has me excited and ready to learn to use it. Holly and Carter both meet me as I walk back.

  “How's the tingle between those thighs, baby girl?” Holly asks, hugging me in congratulations of my prize.

  Throwing my head back in laughter, I give her a wink. She wasn't lying. No doubt shooting it will be close to an orgasm if it's as amazing as the way she talks.

  Carter takes it from my hands on a whistle as he inspects it. “Congratulations, Starfish,” he says putting it in his waist of his pants.

  “Hey mister, that gun is mine and I can hold it myself,” I tell him with a foot stomp and holding my hand out.

  “I was just holding it for you since you don't obviously have anywhere to put it right now,” he says with his eyebrow cocked looking down at my dress clad self.

  “Oh but handsome, I most certainly do,” I say while pulling my dress up to reveal my thigh highs.

  “You are most certainly testing my p
atience tonight, Starfish. When I get you out of here, you better be ready for a long night.” He takes the Springfield and sticks it in the inside of my thigh at the top of my thigh high. Pulling his hand back up and looking in my eyes, he pushes his fingers to brush along my panty clad pussy.

  “Oh, but you are quite ready aren't you,” he says pulling my dress down. I just bite my lip and nod quietly. His eyes flare with the fire I know I'm playing with.

  “It's time to start our countdown to the new year. It's one minute until midnight. Everyone grab a champagne flute from their table and we can share a community toast,” the DJ announces as we walk back to our seats.

  Pulling my champagne flute from the table, Carter hands me his and holds me in his arms. As the countdown starts, Carter graces our close group with a New Year’s wish. Raising his glass, he meets everyone with his eyes.

  “Felice Anno Nuovo! Nick my brother, Felipe Anno Nuovo, Amico Mio. To my love- la mia vita e’ con te, my life is with you,” he says looking into my eyes. “Let us ride together always my friends, a Happy New Year and new beginning to us all. Molte benedizioni a noi- many blessings to us. Saluti- Cheers,” he says as everyone repeats back in unison. “Saluti.”