Nina Levine - Storm

I had some toast for breakfast and guzzled about two litres of water. I also popped a few painkillers to try and ease the massive headache I had. Christ, what a mess I had gotten myself in.  I resisted the urge to call Serena or Blake; they didn’t need this shit dumped on them.  I would deal with this myself.

My day took another dip in the crappy direction when I walked outside to go to work.  Someone had slashed all the tyres on J’s Jeep.  Fuck!  Not what we needed!  I called for a taxi and then called a mechanic to come and organise the replacement of all the tyres.  J did not need to know about this; I would sort it out before he ever found out it had been done.

A couple of hours later, I was at work, my boss not even aware that I had left early yesterday.  She hadn’t come in this morning, so I was able to get the shop in order so that she never even realised anything was wrong.  At last, something was going my way.  My headache was starting to ease, so that was another positive to my morning.  At this point, I needed to count all the positives, otherwise I would drown in the negatives.

My senses went into overdrive when I heard the rumbling of a bike.  Shit.  J.

I took a peek outside, and sure enough, it was J.  He cut the engine, yanked his helmet off, and strode into the shop.

“Do you care to tell me why there are men changing tyres on my Jeep?” he snapped.

I met his eyes, refusing to bow under his anger.  “Oh, go to hell, J.  I was trying to do you a favour.”

“I appreciate that, but why didn’t you call me?”

“It’s obviously because of me that they were slashed, so I wanted to pay for the damage.”

He took a deep breath, holding it in.  Then he blew it out on a frustrated exhale.  “That’s a problem for me,” he stated, his jaw clenching.

Oh, good god.  What was his fucking problem now?  “Why?” I maintained my calm.

“Babe, we’re together, are we not?”

“Yes, but - ”

“No buts.  We’re together.  So, when something like that happens, we handle it together.”

My stomach fluttered, and want pooled there.  He had stunned me.  “Okay,” I half whispered.

“Good,” he said, and then his features softened.  “I’ve got a long day today, but I want us to talk tonight.”

I nodded, the fight gone from me.  “Yeah, baby.”

He reached out and curved his arm around my waist, pulling me to him.  “I love you,” he murmured, and his lips met mine in a hard kiss.

“I love you too,” I said, and then he was gone.

I watched him go, my thoughts and feelings in turmoil.  J had not reacted at all how I thought he would.  A glimmer of hope peeked out; maybe there was a chance for us after all.

Madison

J arrived home after ten that night.  I had been sleeping on and off, on the couch, waiting for him.  He came into the house and headed straight into the bedroom.  I waited silently for him to come back out; I had absolutely no idea where tonight’s conversation was headed.

“You’ve had dinner?” he said, as he came back into the lounge room.

“Yeah.  I made you some if you haven’t eaten.”

He smiled at me, and I let that settle over me, and wrap itself around my heart.  If we were going to get anywhere tonight, I would need to keep a hold of that.  I feared we were in for another tense discussion.

“Thanks, baby.  I ate with the boys, so I’ll put it in the fridge for tomorrow,” he said, as he went to the kitchen to take care of it.

I got up and followed him; the need to be near him overwhelming.  He turned to me when he heard me enter the kitchen behind him.  I stepped into his space, and wrapped my arms around him, inhaling his scent and brushing his neck with my lips.

A groan escaped his lips, and his arms encircled me too.  He bent to lay a kiss on my head, and then he murmured, “I was so worried about you yesterday, and relieved when I found out you were okay.  But babe, you scared the fuck out of me by drinking.”

I pulled away a little bit so that I could look into his eyes.  “I’m so sorry.  I think I scared myself too, and I’m so ashamed,” I admitted.

He reached his hand out to my chin, and held it gently; tenderly.  “Don’t be ashamed.  Okay?  You need to move past this and that won’t help you.  It was a bad day, and yeah, you didn’t handle it the best.  But babe, we all have days like that.  It’s how you handle it now, and the next time it happens, that counts.  And, I need you to know that I am here for you.  I want to be the person you turn to when shit gets real.  Can you let me be that for you?”

The tears started falling, and I was helpless to stop them.  I nodded, struggling to speak.  Finally, the words came.  “I thought you were going to leave me,” I said, quietly.

Pain flashed in his eyes.  “Fuck, babe.  No, that thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.  Yeah, I was mad as hell at you, but this, what we’ve got here...this is for-fucking-ever.  I love you no matter what you do.  It’s unconditional for me.”

I sagged against him at those words; that promise.  He would never know how much I needed to hear that, right now.  “Thank you.”

“We’re going to have a lot more fights.  You know that, right?” he said.

I smiled.  “Yeah, I’ve worked that out.”

“So we need to agree right fucking now that this is forever, that we’re on the same page here.  Are you in this for the long haul?”

I touched my hand to his cheek and let it linger there.  “Yes, I am.  I love you.  Unconditionally.”

He bowed his head and breathed hard for a moment.  Then he looked back up at me.  The love I saw there smacked into me, and I felt winded momentarily.  “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that,” he said, his voice full of raw emotion.

“Oh, I think I might, baby.  I needed it tonight too.”

He took my hand and kissed it, softly.  “We’ve got a lot more to talk through, but for now, I just want to take you to bed and show you how much I love you.”

I smiled, and let him lead me to the bedroom.  As we walked, I started peeling clothes off, leaving them throughout the house.  When we made it to the bedroom, he turned and ran his gaze over my naked body.  I watched as his eyes glazed over with desire, my nipples hardening under his stare.

He reached his hand out to trace a line from my lips, down my neck, and to my breast.  As his fingers found my nipple, he brought his mouth down to meet it and licked and sucked my breasts, one at a time.  His other hand came up, so that both of them were massaging my breasts, while his tongue drove me wild.

I moved my hands to lift his shirt over his head, and he stopped what he was doing to allow this.  Once it was off, I quickly reached to undo his jeans, and remove them too.  My breathing picked up, and my fingers ached with a need to touch, to feel, and to show him how much I wanted him.

He stood before me, naked; fucking beautiful.  There wasn’t anything about J’s body that I would change.  I placed my hand on his chest, over his heart, and held it there while I focused my eyes on his.  The invisible thread that held us together sizzled with desire; with white hot lust.  But tonight, it held something more; a burning love that had been buried under layers of doubt, guilt and hurt.  Tonight it shone brightly; we had finally found our way through, and peeled away those layers by committing completely to each other.  We had promised forever, and those words had exposed the raw love that existed between us.

J felt it too.  I could see it in the way he looked at me.  Hunger for this man engulfed me.  I moved my hand up to curl around his neck, and pulled his mouth down to mine.  Our kiss was deep and full of need.  His hand snaked around my waist and pulled me to him.  I moaned when his erection hit my body.  God, I loved his cock.

“I need to taste you, baby.  Need my tongue in that sweet pussy of yours,” he murmured into my ear, while backing me up against the wall.

I didn’t argue as he knelt in front of me and spread my legs.  When his tongue hit my clit, I scrunched my fingers in his hair, and cried out with pleasure.  He grunted his satisfaction, and slid his tongue down and into my pussy.  Oh, holy fuck, it felt divine.  His hands moved slowly up the backs of my legs until they hit my ass.  He kneaded my bottom, while his tongue continued to lick and stroke my sex.

Pleasure moved through me until my whole body was alive with it.  When he began to fuck me with his fingers, I knew it wouldn’t be long until I came.  The pleasure intensified and built, until it crashed all around me, and I came with his mouth wrapped around my pussy.

My hands were still in his hair, and I pulled him up to me, to kiss him.  I needed his tongue in my mouth now.  And the taste of me in his mouth only made me want him more.  I groaned into his mouth, and pushed my body closer into his.  My arms were wound tight around him, fingers clawing his back.  One leg was wound around one of his, and all of a sudden, he gripped my ass and lifted me, carrying me to the bed.

As I fell to the bed, he leaned over me and smiled.  “Fuck, I love fucking you.  But tonight I want to make love.”

I shook my head, and trailed a finger down his chest.  “No, baby.  Fucking is our way of making love.  I want you to fuck me.”  And with that, I reached down to his cock, gripped it hard and pulled him to me.

“Fuck!” he roared, and thrust in.  Hard; just the way I liked it.

A deliciously wicked grin flashed across my face, and then our lips were locked while he fucked me just like I’d asked him to.