The Storm Series, page 20
“Fuck,” I hissed, the image of her on her knees making me insane.
With my control a thing of the past, I lined my cock up with her pussy, but instead of ramming into her the way that I wanted to, I ease my hardness inside her, inch by mind-blowing fucking inch. I watched as I stretched her open, and the way that her body sucked me in had my eyes crossing with pleasure. Gypsy was a leaking mess, and the perverse noises of my cock penetrating her sounded wicked. Honestly, it was fucking with my mind.
“Oh, God…” she moaned, her head dropping back, her legs opening wider for me. “Roark…oh, Jesus…”
When I was finally buried to the hilt, we stayed like that for a few seconds, her body adjusting to how full she was. Her fingers were gripping the edge of the counter, and if I wasn’t afraid of my phone getting hacked, I’d take a picture of us like this, then use it as my screen saver.
Christ on The Cross, she was stunning.
Needing to move, I asked, “Ready to get fucked, baby?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her honesty shining through again. “God, yes…”
Making sure that I had a firm grip on her thick thighs, I pulled my hips back, then began fucking the hell out of the enigmatic woman. As predicted, she didn’t hold back, and each demand, whimper, and cry from her lips had me falling more and more for her. Yeah, it was happening quickly, but the practical side of my mind didn’t give a fuck. All that mattered was how she felt wrapped around me, and with each bounce of her tits, I just wanted more.
“Christ, you’re taking my dick so good, baby,” I grunted as I pounded into her, the thought of romance not crossing either of our minds. “It’s like your pussy was made for me.”
“Don’t stop,” she ordered. “More…I want more…harder, Roark…”
Yanking her ass damn near off the counter entirely, my hips crashed against her thighs with enough force to leave bruises. Even when she started screaming out my name, another orgasm crashing through her, I didn’t stop. If she wanted harder, then that’s what she was going to get.
Sweat started beading at my hairline when another orgasm hit her, and it was only seconds later that I was unloading inside the latex, praying that the force of my release didn’t puncture a hole right clean through the sucker. The sensation was taking over every thought, feeling, and movement, and I’d never cum so fucking hard in all my life.
As I shot ropes of my cum free, Gypsy jackknifed into a sitting position, throwing her arms around my neck. She held on tightly as both our bodies shook and trembled, her heartbeat racing against mine, and I wanted to hold her like this forever. I’d never had a woman want to share her orgasm with me before, and that’s exactly what Gypsy was doing. She was holding me through it all, and that just had my dick racing to get hard again.
“Jesus, Roark,” she muttered over the blood rushing through my ears.
No shit.
Chapter 13
Gypsy~
Everything was going fine this morning, but I could still feel my cheeks redden whenever I thought about last night. Roark had ended up spending the night, and though we hadn’t gotten much sleep, he’d been sweet about the whole thing in between rounds. One second, he’d been coming at me like a man starved, but then the next, he’d been washing my hair in the shower.
When his alarm had gone off, waking us both, he’d been the perfect gentleman. Since he’d had to get up earlier than I’d had, he had tucked the blankets back around me, kissing me on the forehead, telling me that he’d call me later. He’d also been honest about his work hours, not making any promises, explaining how Mondays were the worst for him.
Roak hadn’t tried to sneak out before the sun had come up. He hadn’t tried to get out of bed without waking me. He hadn’t mumbled an awkward thank you, slinking out of my apartment afterwards. He’d spend the entire night, then treated the morning and me as if we’d been in a relationship for months now. He also looked just as breathtaking in the morning as he did any other time of the day, which really was unfair.
Still, for all that it’d been a perfect night and morning, I couldn’t help but cringe whenever I thought about what all that I’d let him do to me last night. I’d given him things that were usually reserved for months down the line, but I’d never been so turned on by a man in all my life, and that was the only excuse that I had, though a pitiful one. Nevertheless, the more turned on that I’d gotten, the more depraved that Roark had become, and it’d all just been so…so much. It’d been a lot, and somewhere in there, I had passed out a couple of times, the experience becoming too much. Whatever could be said about Roark Storm, it couldn’t be said that he didn’t know his way around a woman’s body.
There was also the fact that Lance’s words kept taunting me this morning, and I didn’t know why. He hadn’t been the first person to ever call me weird, so it wasn’t that. I knew how lots of people saw me, so I had pretty thick skin when it came to remarks like that. Yeah, it had hit me differently because we’d been in a relationship, but that still hadn’t been the first time that someone had been mean to me.
So, why couldn’t I shake his words from my mind?
Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I shouldn’t be Roark’s type at all, and sooner or later, he was going to see that. Yeah, I might be his type for a brief fling, but for something more? Roark was a freakin’ accountant that had admitted to being a neat freak, something that I clearly wasn’t. By all accounts, he had his life together, and I was barely keeping my head above water because I was an idealist. It wasn’t even that my business wasn’t successful, it was that I wasn’t successful.
When my phone rang, I reached for it, my heart warming at the name on the screen. It was like he just always knew when I needed him.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey back,” he replied easily. “I was just calling to check on you. See if that hotshot accountant was able to help you.”
“Actually, he’ll be back this weekend,” I answered. “Something about having issues and not being able to walk away from the job without making sure everything is in order, should I ever get audited.”
There was a heartbeat of silence before he asked, “He’s going to organize all six years?”
“Yep,” I sighed. “He must like living dangerously.”
I could hear my dad chuckle over the phone. “He must.”
“Dad?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“The accountant is Roark Storm,” I informed him, knowing that he’d know who he was.
“Roark Storm? Ripley Storm’s younger brother?”
“The very same,” I muttered.
“Well, the other day when you called, you told me how his sister-in-law ended up getting him to help you, but you never mentioned that he was related to Ripley flippin’ Storm, Gyps.”
“I know…I know.” I let out another sigh. “I just…I guess I just didn’t want to say too much in case he decided to turn down the job.”
“Well, you know that I don’t follow internet gossip, but it’s hard not to know who he is,” Dad remarked. “Ripley is always mentioning him during his interviews, and he even mentions how his wife and brother are best friends. The way that Ripley met his wife is no secret.”
“Other than looking similar, you’d never be able to tell that they’re brothers,” I replied.
“Well, their chosen professions kind of give that away,” he chuckled.
“Dad, can I tell you something?”
“Always,” he automatically replied. “You know that you can always tell me anything, honey.”
“Well, after spending the past few days together, we kind of…he spent the night last night,” I confessed, not embarrassed about sharing something so personal, rather more embarrassed because I had terrible taste in men, something that both my parents have had to witness over the years.
“Is he being nice to you?” he asked softly, knowing all about Lance and my previous boyfriends.
“That’s the problem,” I grumbled. “They’re always nice in the beginning.”
“Gypsy, this doesn’t sound like you,” he said, concern lacing his voice. “Usually, I’m the one that’s doubtful and needs convincing.”
“I just really like him,” I admitted. “He…he checks all the boxes, Dad. He’s brilliant, successful, generous, attentive, and…and he’s been really sacrificing for me, if that makes sense. I mean, he didn’t have to take this job on for free, Dad. Plus, he didn’t laugh at me when I told him that I like to sell kindness over making a profit. In fact, he hasn’t laughed at me once.”
“Oh, honey,” he sighed, absorbing my pain like most good parents did.
“On paper, we’re complete opposites, but it doesn’t feel that way when I’m with him,” I went on. “He has a way of making me feel safe, and that’s stupid after only knowing the man for a few days.”
“There’s nothing stupid about giving a person the benefit of the doubt,” he said, something that I’d heard many times growing up. “Yeah, most often than not, most people don’t deserve it, but that’s because something is wrong with them, not you.”
“No, I know that, Dad,” I said, because I really did believe that. “It’s just…Roark feels different. I’ve had my feelings hurt a lot in the past, but I think that Roark Storm could probably break my heart into a million little pieces.”
I could hear him letting out a huge sigh over the phone. “While the father in me would love to tell you to run far away from the man, imagine what the world would be like if we never took any chances,” he said, making me smile at how open he was. Most fathers would hate having this kind of conversation with their daughters. “Plus, your mom and I didn’t raise you to be scared of life, honey. Yeah, that bravery comes with the risk of pain, but as long as you’re able to learn from that pain, then it wasn’t all for nothing. There’s a lesson in everything, even hurt and pain.”
Straightening in my chair, I said, “Well, I’m only twenty-seven, so it’d be naïve for me to hope that there won’t be more lessons in life coming my way, right?”
Dad chuckled. “You still have plenty of time to make more mistakes and learn from them.”
“Speaking of mistakes, is Mom still mad at you?”
That got a genuine laugh out of him. “She decided to forgive me last night when she realized that she was partly to blame for the brownie fiasco,” he answered. “She knows better than to leave baked goods around without a note on them if she doesn’t want me helping myself to them.”
I grinned. “Dad, she always leaves notes on the containers. Always.”
“Are you sure?” he teased. “Because there was no note on this one. We looked everywhere.”
I laughed. “If you think that she bought that, then you’re seriously delusional.”
“Luckily, a missing brownie isn’t enough to make your mother leave me,” he replied happily.
“Because you’d let her leave you?”
“Never,” he said, his words no longer carrying any teasing.
Listening to the conviction in his voice, I couldn’t believe how much I wanted what my parents had. I wanted a man that loved me enough to never not work things out with me. I wanted a man that couldn’t see his life without me in it. That wasn’t to say that I wanted perfection, because I didn’t. I wanted real, and I wanted forever, and if it came with constant arguments over missing brownies, then so be it. However, more than anything, I wanted loyalty. I wanted loyalty from the man that I loved.
“Well, I just heard the bell chime, so I need to get back to work,” I told him, already getting up from my desk.
“No problem, sweetie,” he replied. “Call me later if you need to talk. In fact, how about you stop by tomorrow or later this week?”
“Will do, sir,” I agreed before hanging up.
Shaking all the doubts about Roark from my head, I headed into the shop, ready with a smile. I was also going to have to learn how to balance selling items and happiness, because I refused to let all of Roark’s hard work go to waste.
Chapter 14
Roark~
Mondays were the worst for SIA because I liked the beginning of my weeks heavier than the end of them. I had no problem working a sixteen-hour day on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. However, come Thursday and Friday, I was ready for the weekend. At least fifty times a week, someone was asking me to skirt or break the law, and while I agreed that our government was a corrupt one, I wasn’t going to prison for anyone. While I had no problem researching loopholes or adjusting a few things, I refused to pass off someone’s pet as their dependent or whatever else crazy shit people asked of me.
There was also the fact that I already missed Gypsy. It’d been so hard to crawl out of bed this morning, her body feeling too perfect lying next to me. Never mind that last night had changed me forever, but having Gypsy wrapped up in my arms had felt like she’d been living there for as long as I could remember. Yeah, lots of guys would say that the phenomenal sex was fucking with me, but she’d been fucking with my mind way before she had let me into her bed. The sex was just a bonus, and what a fucking bonus it was. I’d never had a woman give herself so freely, and my dick was mad at me for coming into work this morning. It wanted to be back inside Gypsy’s perfect body, and preferably without a condom this time. We were definitely going to have to have the ‘protection talk’, and once we did, I was going to show her exactly what all I was capable of. If she thought that last night was full of shame and debauchery, then she was in for a huge surprise.
I let out a puff of smoke as my phone rang, hoping that it was Gypsy, but knowing that it probably wasn’t. After all, she did have a shop to run, and Rocky didn’t start her shift until after her classes. However, when I saw that it was Junie, I couldn’t be disappointed.
“Hey, Junie Bug,” I greeted as soon as I picked up.
“Just checking on you,” she replied like a mother hen. In fact, she was worse than Mom was.
“I’m good.”
“How are things with Gypsy?” she asked hesitantly. “Am I going to have to name my firstborn after you, or did things go okay?”
“First off, you’re naming your firstborn after me, no matter what,” I told her. “I’ve decided that it’s the least that you two could do for me.”
“For what?” she chuckled.
“For finally allowing you two to date,” I argued. “Second, you were right.”
“I’m sorry, come again?” she asked just to be a jerk.
“She’s very nice,” I conceded. “And while selling kindness isn’t the best business decision on the planet, she sells it well.”
“My, my, my-”
“Don’t,” I said, cutting her off. “Take your wins and be gracious about it.”
“Holy shit,” she exclaimed. “You like her.”
I inhaled another hit of poison. “We spent last night together,” I confessed.
“I know you, Roark Storm,” she said sternly. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Do you hound your husband like this?” I scowled.
“Yes,” she admitted shamelessly.
“I really like her,” I finally answered. “There? Happy?”
“Well, as much as I like her, I never saw that coming,” she replied. “You guys are complete opposites.”
“Yeah, it’s crazy,” I agreed. “She’s not anything like the women that I usually date, but I think that’s a good thing. We both bring something new to the table for each other.”
“Awe, I’m happy for you, Roark,” she cooed. “I really am.”
“How’s Vermont? I asked, changing subjects. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to her about Gypsy, because I did, and I would in great length when she got back home. I just worried about Junie, and marriage to my brother wasn’t going to change that. I’d been worrying about the girl long before my brother had ever come into the picture, and I wasn’t going to stop.
“Predictable,” she muttered, and my heart ached for her.
“You need to tell Ripley, Junie,” I advised. “Maybe in talking with him you guys can figure out something to…to help with the situation.”
“Women are not going to stop throwing themselves at your brother, Roark,” she huffed. “If they were, they would have stopped by now.”
My cigarette was almost out, but I had a feeling that I’d be lighting another one right afterwards. Junie was stuck in between a rock and a hard place, and I knew that she would rather suffer in silence than ever make Ripley feel like he needed to choose between her and his career.
“Junie Bug-”
“Plus, it’s not like the entire world doesn’t already know, Roark,” she went on. “The man doesn’t shut up about our marriage or how much he loves me. So, it’s just…those kinds of women don’t care that he’s married, happily or otherwise.”
“Yeah, but maybe by telling him, he’ll be more aware when someone asks him for an autograph or whatever,” I suggested. “He can also choose not to interact with any fans over the age of ten.”
She let out a soft laugh. “I’m not going to do that to him, Roark. Ripley loves his fans.”
“So, you’re just going to be miserable and uncomfortable?”
“Yep,” she answered easily. “I mean, it’s not like it’s going to be forever. He’ll retire one day.”
“My brother doesn’t deserve you,” I said as I pulled out another fucking cigarette, hating that Junie was putting Ripley’s happiness above her own. While I knew that was the norm for people in love, a woman’s wellbeing always mattered more than the man’s. At least, that’s how I saw things.
“Are you lighting up another cigarette?” she asked, knowing me so well.
“Yes,” I answered as I snuffed one cigarette into the ashtray while inhaling the other. “That’s what our friendship does to me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” she snorted. “Your distorted view of women is what makes you smoke like a freight train.”
“My views on women are not distorted,” I argued. “All men should cherish the women in their lives.”
