by Carian Cole
It’s midnight. I just want to go to bed. The sooner I can get to sleep, the sooner tomorrow will be here, and I can get away from Storm forever. He is totally a bad influence, luring me into strange orgasmic situations I never, ever would have done under normal circumstances. I wonder if this is how he spends most of his nights, just getting woman off at every tick of the clock.
I don’t say anything to him when he comes into the house and locks the glass door behind him.
“You’re giving me the silent treatment now?” he asks, poking at the fire and adding another log. “Just because of that?”
“You know I don’t want to do those things, Storm. You keep turning my body against me.”
“Maybe you should give your body what it wants.”
No. I am not going there with him. I just want him to be quiet and leave me alone so I can go back to my normal state of being, boring as it may be.
“Come on, I’ll take you to the bedroom and you can get some sleep.”
I silently follow him down the hallway to a huge bedroom with a monstrous four-poster bed all done in mahogany wood with matching dressers. The walls are painted a deep wine color, and thick white carpet covers the floor. Off to the side is a private bathroom.
“Wow. This is beautiful.”
“Thanks. This is my room, but you can sleep in here. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
I know a saw another closed door in the hallway that I’m pretty sure led to another bedroom. “Isn’t there a guest room down the hall? I can sleep there, I don’t mind.”
He shakes his head. “No, it’s not a bedroom. I just store my shit in there and it’s a mess.”
“Oh. I can’t take your bed, Storm. You’ve been scrunched up in a truck for two days. You deserve to stretch out.”
“It’s fine. The couch is huge. Niko and I sleep there a lot. No worries, okay?” He ruffles my hair. God, I hate that. It goes back to being cute. “There’s a bathroom right there if you need it.”
“Okay. Thanks. I feel bad taking your bed, though.” I’m not just saying that, I truly do feel bad. It feels unfair. “I don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”
He starts to walk toward the door. “Absolutely not.” He turns to face me again. “In the morning, I’ll take you to town so we can figure out what’s up with your car, and you can call Michael and get yourself home.”
“Sounds good.”
With that, he leaves. I don’t know why a room always feels strangely empty after he walks out. I undress, leaving just my panties on and climb into the huge bed. This must be a king size bed. It’s bigger than any bed I’ve ever been in. I sink back into the soft pillows and pull the comforter over me. It’s down and just heavenly soft. Being able to stretch out and having the softness of the sheets surround me is incredible. I feel like I’m lying in a cloud.
My eyes are getting heavy as sleep attempts to pull me under. My body and mind are exhausted from the last few days. I want to close my eyes and slip away from it all, but I can’t. My mind keeps wandering back to Storm... in the other room... on the couch with his dog. His ability to annoy me is huge and his so-called orgasm assistance is by far the worst thing I have ever done. I know it’s cheating no matter how he tries to spin it. But there is definitely something else there, hiding under the surface—something pulling us to each other like a magnet.
I crawl out of the bed and find my sweatshirt, pulling it over my head. I don’t bother putting my pants back on. I quietly tiptoe out into the hallway and down into the living room. He’s just sitting on the couch. His back is to me so he doesn’t know I’m there. He’s sitting there in total silence, just staring out the windows into the black nothingness of the night. I quietly step closer to him.
“Storm?”
His head snaps to look at me. “What’s wrong?”
I’ve lost my voice. It’s hiding behind my thoughts and feelings. Thoughts and feelings I can’t even begin to explain or understand right now.
“I-I just...” I look down, away from his intense stare. What am I doing? “Nothing,” I say softly. “Goodnight.”
I walk back down the dimly lit hallway and find my way back to the huge bed, snuggling back under the covers. I wonder why he’s just sitting there and what he’s thinking. Probably plotting my next unwanted orgasm.
I begin to drift off, but I feel a weight on the bed. I open my eyes, and it’s Niko lying at the foot of the bed, curled up against my feet. I smile. Halo sleeps on the bed with me, too. “Goodnight, Niko,” I whisper. That’s when I notice Storm in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. My heart literally stops. The fuck is he doing?
I don’t say anything as he slowly walks toward the bed. He stops when he gets right next to the side of the bed where I’m lying. He is only inches away, but I can hardly see him in the darkness. I can feel him, though. I can feel the heat radiating off his body. I can hear his steady breathing. I find his hand in the dark and I gently pull him onto the bed. He is massive in the bed next to me—all legs, muscle, and hair. I’m trembling all over and I’m not sure if it’s from fear or the new unknown excitement that he forces onto my body. He rolls onto his side and pulls me against him, cocooning me against his chest.
“I can feel your heart pounding, Evie.” His voice is so low I can barely hear him.
“I can feel yours, too.”
“You’re shaking.”
“I know. I’m scared.”
“You should be.”
Everything inside me freezes.
“You have no idea who I am. Or what I could do to you. I could do things to you that you can’t even fucking imagine, Evie.” He burrows his nose into my hair and takes a deep breath. “I want to make you scream.”
Fear and sheer desire rip through my body. Those two feelings should never be mixed up and thrown together into the same space. I want to run. I want to hide under the bed. I want him to kiss me. I want to touch every inch of him. Fuck me. I am so messed up.
“Relax, little one. I’m not going to touch you or hurt you. But I will be the ghost that haunts you.”
Shit. Damn. Fuck.
He lets go of me and rolls onto his back, but reaches for my hand and entwines our fingers together. We fall asleep that way, two feet apart, our hands still together.
Chapter Six
There’s something terribly intimate about watching a person sleep. To watch them when they have no idea you are doing it. It’s an invasion of the highest form to gaze upon someone when they are unable to hide, or put a wall up, to protect whatever scars or vulnerabilities they might have. I’m doing this now, but like so many other things these past few days I can’t stop myself. Nor do I want to.
Storm is lying on his back sleeping. Sometime during the night, he pushed the comforter off himself and it’s now only covering him from the waist down. One arm is bent up, curled under the pillow below his head. I stare at his face. His eyelashes are incredibly long and dark. He has some scruff on his face from not shaving for a few days. His lips are full and are slightly parted as he breathes soundly. His long hair is fanned out over the pillow. His chest, sides, and stomach, as well as his arms, are covered in ink. It’s a huge collage of mostly black with some color. There are words in calligraphic style—don’t fear the pain, rise above, all that’s ugly is beautiful, hate me or fuck me. What? That last one, seriously?
The artwork is beautiful and just a mishmash of things. Castles, wolves, faces, masks, clowns, swords, feathers, random numbers, a rainbow, a motorcycle on a road, bleeding hearts, a raven, peeking eyes. There’s a black arrow low on his hip pointing toward his crotch. I smirk at it.
His skin is naturally dark and smooth. I spy a long scar on his chest, jagged and almost hidden under the fuzzy hairs and ink. I want to touch it, but I don’t let myself. Every part of him is defined muscle. He must work out a lot to look like this. This type of bulk does not come from sitting around.
He stirs and rolls over toward me, and his eyes slowly open and
lock right onto mine. He’s caught me staring at him again.
“I’m gonna start charging you.” His voice is groggy and sleepy.
“Very funny,” I say.
He sits up and stretches his arms out. “Breakfast or a blowjob?” he says.
“What?” I’m not smiling anymore.
“Those are the choices when a chick wakes up in my bed.”
“Not for this chick. Sorry.” Ugh, he’s such a pig sometimes.
He looks down at me with his bratty smile. “I’m just kidding. Don’t get all crazy.”
I shake my head in annoyance at him and roll over so I’m facing the other side of the bed. I should get up, but it’s so nice to be in such an amazingly comfortable bed. I wish I could stay in it all day.
He props himself on his elbow and stares down at me. “I watched you sleep too, ya know. In the truck.”
“I’m sure that was exciting.” Ugh. I hope I wasn’t making weird faces, drooling, or snoring when I was sleeping. I’m sure I didn’t look all pretty and glamorous like women did in the movies.
“You twitch.”
I wince. Of course, something embarrassing.
“You don’t sleep peacefully, Evelyn. Why not? What are you thinking about?”
“How would I know? I’m sleeping.”
“I thought I was wound up, but I think you’re even worse than me.”
“I am not wound up,” I say sitting up and holding the sheet against my chest. I swing my legs off the side of the bed. I don’t want to hear any more of his comments about me. I just want to go home.
I look at him over my shoulder. “If you’re done psycho-analyzing me, can we please get dressed and go?”
“You can’t wait to get away from me, can you?”
“I’ve had about enough and would like to just get back to my life, as I’m sure you would, too.”
“I dunno. I’m kind of getting used to having you around. You’re like a little spastic kitten. One minute you’re cuddling and purring, and the next, the claws are out, and you’re pouncing in five directions.”
Well, there’s an analogy I’ll never forget.
He grabs a handful of my hair and gently pulls me back to his face. “You can scratch me if you want,” he whispers.
I yank his hand out of my hair. “Storm, cut it out. Stop touching me and saying things like that.”
“You’re hard not to touch. Sorry.” He gets up and goes into the bathroom and shuts the door.
I wonder if that was some strange compliment. Somehow, he’s made me feel guilty for not letting him touch me. What kind of crap-twist is that? Screw this crazy with him. No wonder he doesn’t have any real girlfriends. They would have to be insane to deal with him.
I go get my bag and take it into the main bathroom and put some makeup and clothes on. I still only have the one pair of stupid shoes, of course. Back out in the living room, I find my cell phone plugged into the wall next to the couch. Storm must have done that for me last night because I totally forgot to do it. There are still zero bars.
Storm comes into the room wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and barefoot. There is something about a barefoot man in jeans that’s so sexy. At least to me. He whistles for Niko, who comes running, and Storm lets him out the door to go do his business.
“The cafe in town has those lattes you like so much. Once you’re ready, I’ll take you.”
“Thank God. I need a coffee badly. I’m ready when you are.”
“Great, once Niko comes back in, we can go.”
He sits on the chair across the room and pulls on socks and his work boots. An odd feeling starts to wash over me as I watch him, his arms flexing as he ties his boots, his hair hanging down over his face. I’m going to miss him.
He looks up and catches my eyes, but I quickly look away. He shakes his head, visibly annoyed, and stands up.
“Just say it,” he says, his face turned away from me as he slides open the glass door that leads to the deck and whistles for Niko.
“Say what?”
Niko comes bounding in, paws covered in snow and runs directly over to me to kiss my face. I pet his big fuzzy head and plant a kiss between his ears. “I’m going to miss you, buddy,” I tell him.
“He’s going to miss you, too.”
I look up at Storm, who’s watching me pet his dog, and I know what he’s saying, and what he wants me to say. But I won’t say it, and I can see he’s mad. I will not fall into his trap. He thrives on this cat and mouse game of making women want him so he can play with them. I will not be one of his toys or allow myself to think that the few glimpses of possible sincerity meant anything.
“Let’s go.” He picks up my bag and I follow him down the hall to a door leading to the garage. A big truck, an older corvette, and about six motorcycles are parked in there. The walls are covered in tools. I fight the urge to ask him if this is all his. He opens the passenger side of the truck for me, and I get in and wait for him to come around and get in.
“Let’s not crash, okay?” I joke trying to lighten the mood that’s coming off him.
He grins over at me as he pushes a button to open the electric garage door and starts to back up. “If we do, I’m throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you back here. Our backseat days are over.”
Now that it’s daytime and the snow has stopped, I can see how far up into the woods we are. There are maybe three houses on the street where Storm’s house is, and then we turn onto the road where we were stuck. We drive about five miles and we come to a very small town. It’s adorable and quaint, with a few small mom and pop shops that I just love, an auto garage, a diner-cafe, the hotel, which is more like a little bed and breakfast it seems, and a very small grocery store. Storm stops at the garage first to check on our cars, which have both been towed here already. Mine doesn’t look too bad from the outside, the front looks dented a bit, but Storm’s truck is all smashed up in the front. Seeing the damage makes me realize how lucky we are we didn’t get hurt.
“Wait here in the truck and I’ll go talk to Seth. He’s the mechanic.”
I nod okay and watch him go inside. After a few minutes, I get bored and open the glove compartment. Condoms, a bunch of guitar picks, a fork, gum, a tiny Maglite. And a black bra. Size big. I slam the little door shut, disgusted. Who leaves their bra in some guy’s glove compartment? Did she leave the truck braless with those things bouncing around? What kind of woman does that? The kind he likes, obviously. I open my purse and take out my tiny size hand sanitizer and squirt it all over my hands. Who knows what the hell was crawling around in there.
He opens the truck door and jumps in, but does a double take at me. “Is that germ gel?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my head. “You have germ gel with you?”
“Thankfully, yes. Can we talk about my car, please? Can I drive it home?”
He starts up the truck. “No, it’s fucked up in the front. Seth has to order some parts. It will take a few days.”
“Well, shit. How much is that going to cost? Should I give him my insurance paperwork?”
He shakes his head as he backs out of the parking lot. “No, I told him I’d take care of it.”
“Why? You can’t do that.”
“Um, because I want to, and yes, I can. My front end is fucked. I was gonna just get rid of it, but it kind of has sentimental value now, sooo... I’m gonna let him fix it.”
“Sentimental value?”
“Yeah. We spent two days in there. How can I get rid of it?”
“You’re crazy, Storm, ya know that?”
He just laughs at me. I realize I totally forgot to call Michael because I was too busy hounding around in Storm’s truck. I pull my cell phone out of my purse and turn it on. A few emails and text messages come through. Finally! A connection.
I have six text messages from Amy. And two from Michael. Just two?
The first one: Did you get there okay?
And the second one, hours later: Call me when you have a connection.
Storm pulls into the cafe parking lot. “Hang on,” I say. “I’m going to call Michael while I have reception.”
I dial our house number, but there’s no answer. Hm. I disconnect and dial his cell.
“Hello?”
“Hey, hon, it’s me!”
“Jesus, Evelyn, what happened?”
“I got lost. And the snow got really bad and you know my car is awful in the snow, and I went off the road into a ditch. Some guy came along and tried to give me a ride, but then this crazy deer ran out in front of us and caused us to crash again. It was totally crazy, Michael. I was scared out of my mind. So we were stuck in his truck for like two days and thank God, he had blankets and some food in his truck. It was fucking awful.”
Storm rolls his eyes, and I smack his arm and make a face at him.
“Well, at least you’re okay. How’s your car?”
“It’s kind of smashed up. It’s at the garage here, but he needs a few days to fix it.”
“All right. So how are you getting home?”
“You have to come get me. I’ll tell you where I am. I was nowhere near the Falls Inn. The GPS got me lost.”
“Evelyn, I can’t come get you. I was called to go to a sales meeting. I had to go out of town. I’m in South Carolina. I flew in last night and I won’t be home until tomorrow night.”
“Are you kidding? How am I supposed to get home?”
“Can you call Amy?”
“Amy isn’t going to want to drive up here to get me, you know that. Her car doesn’t even have four-wheel drive and the roads are still kind of snowy and icy up here.”
“Well, get a cab. It will cost a fortune, but you don’t have a choice.”
“Is Halo okay? You just left him? Did you feed him?” I start to panic realizing he has left my poor cat alone.
I hear him sigh on the other end. “He’s fine, Evelyn. I gave him a ton of food and water before I left. He hid upstairs the entire weekend.”