Chayton's Tempest

by Aliyah Burke

  Without hesitation he began making love to them both,

  alternating between them as if enjoying the finest chocolates

  man had ever encountered.

  Her moans were music to his ears. Maverick knew there

  wasn’t anywhere else on earth he’d rather be than with

  Tempest.

  Laving a path down her sternum, Maverick dipped his

  tongue in her bellybutton, smiling when she squirmed and

  whimpered. Scooting further down the bed, he continued with

  his quest.

  The scent of her desire bombarded his nose and he

  burned for her. With two fingers, he trailed them over the

  juncture of her thighs as his mouth nibbled along the top of her

  panties.

  He could feel the moisture seeping through the cotton

  material and his cock responded with a violent jerk in his

  pants. His teeth bit her side, and she shook while his tongue

  licked away any pain.

  “James,” she panted.

  His fingers drifted over her core again. And again. She

  tried to increase those light touches by shifting her hips as

  much as she could.

  “Yes, mitawin,” he purred against her silken skin.

  “What?”

  She moaned and bucked against his fingers again.

  “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Touch me,” she said breathlessly.

  “I am.” Another touch flitted across her apex.

  “James!” she yelled as one hand wound in his hair and

  pulled.

  He nipped the inside of her thigh in response and she

  ground herself against him. Maverick could taste her sweet

  essence through the material of her underwear and he bit back

  a groan.

  His tongue swept up the wet cloth and he shivered as

  her taste covered his tongue. He used one finger and moved

  the material to the side, allowing his tongue full access to her

  moist flesh.

  He moaned in pleasure as her cream saturated his

  probing tongue. His skin felt on fire. His body ached to join

  them as one. He longed to sink deep into her heat and

  experience emotions he could only have with her.

  With a rough growl, he ripped her panties down and

  dropped them somewhere, his attention firmly fixed on the

  sight before him. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and he could

  see the tip of her clit peeking out from the full lips.

  His mouth covered her and he began to enjoy her again

  without the obstruction of her panties. Her mews filled the air

  as he licked up and down her slit.

  Pulling her clit into his mouth, he rolled it around. His

  teeth grazed it lightly and he reveled in each jump, each quiver

  from her. Her responses only enflamed his.

  “James,” she whimpered. “Please.” Her hips arched

  against his mouth. Her legs tightened around his ears, holding

  him in place.

  Stabbing his tongue deep inside her, he lapped all she

  had to offer. When her body stopped convulsing around him,

  he drew back. In seconds, he shucked his pants and boxers

  before lowering himself over her. His rigid erection knew just

  where to go and Maverick slid home, welcomed by her slick

  heat.

  Tempest released a groan of satisfaction. Maverick

  slipped slowly into her, stretching her, forming her body to fit

  his. Every touch, every caress from him sent her to a place she

  longed to remain.

  A perfect world where nothing was wrong.

  His rough, silvery timbre, whispered words in Lakota in

  her ear as he moved slowly within her depths. She placed her

  legs up around his waist, the heat of his skin searing her, and

  allowed him deeper access.

  He took it and then some. She purred in pleasure as his

  slow, even strokes started a fire deep within her. Only this man

  had that ability. Sex with others had been good, but this was

  damn near indescribable for her.

  “Maverick,” she mumbled.

  “Yes?”

  Flames licked up and down her skin where he touched

  her. His teeth grazed the outside of her ear, adding to the

  stimulus.

  “More,” she pleaded.

  He murmured more Lakota to her and picked up his

  pace just a bit. His hands found hers and stretched them out

  over her head where he interlaced their fingers.

  Maverick’s body enveloped hers, making her feel so

  warm, loved, and needed. The pace increased further as she

  wriggled beneath him.

  “More,” she begged, planting her feet on the mattress

  and angling her hips to meet his sensual thrusts sooner.

  “Easy, mitawin. We do this easy,” he uttered.

  She whimpered and pushed against his sweaty body.

  “No.” Tempest wanted to forget everything. She longed for

  mindless sex.

  “I’m not fucking you, Tempest. I’m going to make long,

  sweet love to you.” He nibbled on her parted lips before

  covering them with a kiss.

  She wriggled against him.

  “No, Tempest. I want you to burn for me like I burn for

  you. This is our time to start over. This is our time.”

  And just like that, she stopped wanting it fast, hard, and

  mindless. She wanted everything he had to offer. Kissing him

  lightly, she closed her eyes and pretended he was hers.

  All hers. No one else’s.

  “I’m all yours, mitawin. I’m all yours.”

  His body moved faster. Skin slid on skin as he withdrew

  and entered her core.

  Tempest cried softly, “James.”

  His hips never stopped plunging into her. “Right here,

  my love. I’m right here.”

  She was so close to the feeing she craved. His lips made

  love to hers as he continued moving within her.

  “Are you ready, Tempest?” he asked in a graveled voice.

  “Yes,” she replied as she tightened her fingers around

  his.

  “I love you, Tempest,” he said as he came deep within

  her.

  She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. Her body fell

  apart into a million tiny pieces as she was launched over the

  edge, encompassed by bliss.

  His heavy and warm body settled her deeper into to the

  mattress. She could feel the rapid beating of his own heart

  against her breast. His face was buried in her neck and for a

  moment, they remained joined and silent.

  Tempest whimpered slightly when he rolled off of her,

  but she stopped when he pulled her into his embrace, tucking

  her head under his chin and latching his arms around her.

  Limbs languid, she nuzzled his neck and sank further

  into his hold. This was what she wanted. This was what she

  needed.

  Maverick’s hand stroked the back of her head as their

  pulses slowed. Tempest could hear nature outside the window

  and it lulled her into another restful slumber.

  Twenty-Two

  Tempest opened her eyes slowly. The sun was going

  down. She sat up slowly and met Maverick’s. He sat in a chair

  watching her.

  “Hi,” she whispered shyly as she drew the blanket up

  over her naked body. Would he want
to take back those three

  words he’d told her earlier?

  “Hey, beautiful,” he answered in the same low tone.

  Scooting back till she hit the headboard, she asked,

  “What are you doing?”

  “Watching you sleep.”

  “From across the room?”

  “I wanted to make sure you got all the sleep you needed.

  Touching you was driving me crazy and I didn’t want to wake

  you. But I didn’t want to be away from you, either, so I opted

  for this.”

  His words warmed her. She looked over the side of the

  bed and didn’t see her clothes. When she glanced back to

  Maverick, an arrogant smirk had filled his face.

  “Are you looking for something?”

  “My clothes.”

  “I have them here.”

  Tempest blinked and saw her folded clothing resting on

  his lap. “Can I have them?”

  “He smiled wolfishly. Come get ’em.”

  Tempest didn’t understand why she felt shy, but she

  did. Wrapping the blanket around her, she climbed off the bed

  and shuffled her way toward him. One hand snuck out of the

  blanket and she wriggled her fingers.

  Maverick opened his thighs and pulled her closer to

  him. He kept his fingers on the wrap around her. “Tempest,”

  he murmured.

  “Maverick,” she whispered. “Can I have my clothes,

  please?”

  He pressed them into her hand as he used his other one

  to caress her cheek. “I’ll get dinner started.”

  She turned and headed away; but at the last minute, she

  looked over her shoulder at him. He stood by the door, arms

  crossed over his chest, and he looked so predatory it made her

  shiver despite the heat and the blanket around her.

  His eyes took one more journey of her body and then he

  left without a sound.

  Heart beating all fast and out of control, Tempest

  dressed quickly and went to the bathroom to try and contain

  the mess of her hair. She brushed it a few times and left it loose

  around her shoulders, not wanting to put it up.

  She headed out to the main part of the cabin and found

  Maverick in the kitchen heating up a griddle with two steaks

  beside him. Tempest stopped before actually going over to him

  and slipping her arms around him.

  As if he heard her thoughts, he turned and pinned her

  with his pitch-black eyes. “Why are you standing there looking

  so unsure?”

  “Why are you here, James?”

  She heard his sigh from where she stood. He placed the

  steaks on the heat before washing his hands and approaching

  her. His strong hands settled on her shoulders and pulled her

  into him. Her head was tucked under his chin and the soft

  material of his shirt rubbed against her cheek.

  “Answer me, James,” she muttered, determined not to

  let his comforting distract her.

  “Where else would I be, chante, when you are hurting,

  but by your side?”

  “Did Dakota send you up here to find me?”

  “No, he doesn’t know where you are.”

  “I know. Only Mili did. How’d you get her to tell you?”

  “I can be very persuasive when need be.” He brushed

  his lips over her temple. “Listen to me, Tempest. I’m here

  because you are in pain and I want to help you through it.”

  Shoving back from him, she glared up at him. “I’m in

  pain because of you!”

  A solemn look filled his handsome features. “I know

  that and I swear to you if I could take it all away from you, I

  would do so in a heartbeat. The last thing I want to do is hurt

  you more than I’ve already done so.”

  Unsure, Tempest ran a hand down her face. “I thought

  this was about getting to know your son.”

  “Not all of it.”

  “I don’t want to play a part in this.”

  “Tempest, what do you want me to say?”

  The sound of frying meat filled the silence but they

  continued to stare unerringly at one another.

  “I want you to be honest with me.”

  “I am!”

  “Why are you here?” she hollered. “Surely you could’ve

  found a fuck in Albuquerque without disturbing me.”

  “I did not come here for a fuck!” he bit off.

  “Why should I believe that? I said if you wanted to fuck

  you could stay. You did.” Whirling around, Tempest bolted out

  of the room and out the front door. Sobbing, she sank down on

  the swing.

  Maverick turned the heat down on the steaks so they

  wouldn’t burn. Then he went out the door. He found her sitting

  on the porch swing and crying. Her legs were pulled up and

  her chin rested on her knees.

  Lowering himself to the wood beside her, Maverick

  stretched his legs out in front of him and remained silent for a

  moment as he mulled over the right words to say. The woman

  next to him looked devastated and it broke his heart.

  “Tempest, I need you to hear me out.”

  She didn’t say anything, but he took the fact she didn’t

  bolt and run again as a good sign.

  “I came up here to be with you, to help you through this

  rough patch. I want you to use me. Hit me, scream at me,

  whatever. I just want you to know I’m here.” He turned toward

  her and took her chin in his hand. “And I’m not leaving.”

  “What if I want you for sex?”

  “Sex? No. We can make love all you want. But I’m not

  going to fuck you for the sake of fucking.”

  “I thought you said I could use you,” she countered.

  “You can. I want you to find happiness, mitawin.” He

  placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I’ll call you when dinner’s

  ready. Let me know if you need anything.”

  Just as he was about to walk in the door, she stopped

  him with a question. “James?”

  “Yes?” He looked over his shoulder at her. The setting

  sun gave her skin a beautiful glow. She was so gorgeous, it

  hurt, and her eyes were dappled full of mischief.

  “So it’s just mindless fucking that’s out? Anything else

  goes?”

  He trailed his gaze over her body and licked his lips,

  delighted to see her pulse increase. “Anything else goes.”

  She smiled wickedly. “Just checking.”

  Shaking his head, Maverick walked inside and finished

  making dinner. He wasn’t entirely sure what the reason for her

  one-eighty, but he figured there might be a lot of that until

  whatever demons she fought were defeated.

  He watched her over their quiet dinner. They were

  sitting across from one another, with two candles burning

  between them. His gaze was glued to the way her eyes

  sparkled in the light, the way her mouth pursed when she

  pulled food off her fork, the way her tongue peeked out and

  drew in every last bit of flavor possible from her lips.

  After dinner, they cleaned the plates and returned to the

  table with a piece of cake in front of them and a cup of coffee.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  Maverick drank some coffee. “For?”

  “Being here with me.�
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  “Baby, I don’t want to leave you, ever.”

  She chuckled but he could still see the pain in her eyes.

  “Sure.”

  Tempest took a bite of her cake and moaned in apparent

  pleasure as she swallowed it. His cock jumped in the confines

  of his jeans. Down, damn it. This isn’t about sex! His cock

  throbbed again to remind him what it thought about that. But

  Maverick was determined to show Tempest he didn’t just want

  the amazing pleasure of her body. He wanted everything she

  was. All of it.

  Maverick wouldn’t push her, though. He had his plan in

  mind; and she could protest all she wanted, but he needed her

  in his life. They were intertwined and she needed to realize

  that.

  They spent a quiet evening on the porch swing.

  Maverick kept her anchored against his side. No words were

  spoken. The night sounds of nature provided them with a

  beautiful symphony.

  Maverick couldn’t recall a time he’d ever experienced

  such contentment. The image of enjoying nights like this with

  Tempest and a little baby flashed before him. His grandfather’s

  warm approval flowed over him. Finally, you understand,

  grandson. Finally!

  Closing his eyes, he nodded before turning his attention

  to the woman at his side. Tempest was sound asleep against

  him. Her head rested on his shoulder with feet curled beneath

  her.

  He brushed a hand over her hair and pressed a kiss to

  the top of her head. For a few moments, he allowed his lids to

  droop. When he felt himself beginning to doze, he stood,

  scooped her sleeping body into his arms, and carried her back

  inside the cabin.

  Her thick lashes rose as he entered the bedroom.

  “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

  “You’re exhausted, Tempest. If your body says you need

  to sleep, you sleep.” He laid her gently on the bed.

  As he began to straighten, she grabbed the material of

  his shirt. “Stay with me,” she whispered, her eyes fixed to his.

  “I plan on it,” he returned as he shut of the lone light

  and headed for the bed, dropping his clothes along the way.

  _

  Tempest stood beside Maverick as he surveyed the

  wood she’d chopped. She cast a sidelong glance at him when

  he shook his head.

  “All of this, Tempest? You chopped all of this?”

  She heard the astonishment in his voice. “Yes. Amazing

  how chopping wood gets out frustrations.” Tempest shrugged.

  “I just have to stack the rest of this. There is a bit more to chop.