Storm

by Lagomarsino, Giulia

  “Oh God.” I bent over at the waist, spots filling my vision. I was really going to be sick now. I felt a hand on my back and flinched away, afraid that now I had invited all men to come touch me. But it was just Jessica.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Uh…fine. Good. Fucking fantastic. I’m just gonna…” I spun around and dry heaved in the sink, all the while the guys were laughing behind me.

  “I think that’s enough, guys. You’ve had your fun.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked as I hung my head over the sink, afraid I was going to puke.

  “They’re just fucking with you.”

  “What?” I jerked my head around and saw double for just a moment. The guys were all fucking grinning at me.

  “Just tell him, Tony. You guys are being assholes.”

  “You don’t remember last night?” Tony asked. I shook my head. “Dude, you got fucking wasted last night and when I walked in on all the racket you were making, you had just pissed in the laundry basket. I figured that I shouldn’t leave you alone when you plopped your ass down in the middle of the fucking floor. So, I got you in bed and you passed out, but I was afraid you were gonna vomit and choke to death because you drank a whole bottle of Jameson by yourself. So, I stayed, but after two fucking hours of sitting upright in bed, I fell asleep.”

  “So…” I looked at them all in confusion. “We didn’t…”

  They all started laughing and I pushed off the sink and walked out of the room. “You guys are assholes.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Jessica

  I was walking down the hall to my room when I was yanked into Storm’s room. He held his finger to his lips and then grinned. Jerking his head toward the bathroom, he started off in that direction. Not knowing what else to do, I followed.

  “What-”

  He spun and held his finger to his lips again. I made the motion of zippering my lips and throwing away the key. He rolled his eyes at me, but motioned for me to follow. He went to a cabinet and opened the door, moving some stuff aside. There was a hole at the back and it opened into the bathroom next door. Tony’s bathroom.

  “What are we doing?” I whispered.

  “Just watch.”

  Looking directly through the hole, I could see the shower across the bathroom and the sink off to the right. The toilet was to the left. I heard whistling and then Tony turned on the shower. When he started to strip, I turned my head. As good looking as he was, I didn’t think Storm would like me admiring another man. Storm grabbed onto some clear string that was laying in front of us. I hadn’t even noticed it. I looked back through the hole just as Tony pulled the shower curtain closed.

  I watched for a few minutes, but nothing happened. I heard Storm laugh under his breath and then I heard Tony scream.

  “What the fuck? Hot, hot, hot. Ooh!” He sounded like a little girl and it took everything I had to keep from laughing out loud. He started humming again and then he screeched. “Cold, cold, cold! Jesus Christ, my balls are gonna shrivel up. What the fuck is going on with the water?”

  That was when I noticed that Storm was pulling on strings. I smacked him, but he just chuckled.

  “Now it’s time for the good stuff.”

  He yanked on one of the strings and the shower curtain flew open. Tony startled and fell in the shower, his legs high in the air. He sat up quickly and looked around the room.

  “Who’s there?”

  I slapped my hand over my mouth as Tony stood and pushed the water back through his hair. He turned off the water and snatched a towel off the towel bar. Wrapping it around his waist, he stepped out of the tub just as Storm pulled on the string again, this time sending the shower curtain back in the other direction. A laugh burst free from my mouth, but it didn’t matter. Tony was too busy screaming to hear me laughing.

  The shower turned back on and steam filled the bathroom. Storm pressed a button and whispers filled the other bathroom. There was a creak as his bathroom door opened and then it slammed shut suddenly. Tony raced to the door and tried turning the knob, but it wouldn’t open. I saw his gaze flick to the mirror and then Tony stopped, backing away slowly. The color drained from his face. I moved closer to see what he saw. Dripping down the mirror in red was a note. Boo!

  And then all at once, everything stopped. Tony stared around the room, waiting for something to happen again. He inched toward the door and slowly turned the knob. When the door opened, he raced through.

  I slapped Storm on the arm, laughing so hard I thought I would pee. “That was so mean.”

  “I’ve been waiting to do that for a few days now. I figured after his prank this morning, he deserved it.”

  I wanted to feel bad for Tony, but it was so funny that I couldn’t help but laugh. It was only then that I realized how close to Storm I was laying. I felt his thigh brush against mine as I moved and saw his gaze darken when he looked into my eyes. His hand reached up to brush back a lock of hair from my face and then his lips were on mine. I gasped in need and met his kiss with just as much lust and passion as him. His hand slipped behind my neck as he held me to him. His erection pressed against me, hitting me right on my clit.

  Shifting me under him, he rocked his cock against me, sending shockwaves through my body.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Yeah,” he groaned. “I need you, little rabbit.”

  “If you say you’re going to shove your carrot inside me, I’ll never speak to you again.”

  He pulled back and looked at me in confusion. “What?”

  “Never mind.” I pulled his head closer to mine and pressed my lips to his. God, he was such a good kisser. And then his lips moved to my neck, licking and sucking at the delicate skin just under my ear, down to my collarbone. I thought I was going to come right then.

  Needing him inside me, I grappled for his zipper and shoved his jeans down. When I wrapped my hand around his cock, he swore under his breath. I squeezed slightly and he jerked up, smacking his head on the top of the cabinet.

  I laughed, covering my mouth as he grimaced. “I knew this wouldn’t go smoothly,” he grumbled. He yanked me out of the cabinet and then kissed his way down my body, pulling my pants off as he went. His tongue was hot and wet against my skin, sending shivers to my core. He kissed his way up my legs and then he was kissing me through my underwear, his tongue pushing against my clit. I had never been so turned on in my life. I felt a little nip as his teeth latched onto my panties and then he was pulling them down my legs, all the while his eyes bored into mine.

  I held my breath as his eyes slowly trailed over my body and then zeroed in on my wet pussy. He slowly climbed up my body, making me feel like the mouse that was about to be trapped by the cat. I jumped when his tongue touched me and then his hands grasped my wrists, holding them down as he devoured me. I writhed under his touch, needing more and needing to get away as the sensations built so high that I felt like I would come apart. I was just about to fall over the edge when he moved, shoving his cock into my slickened body.

  His thrusts were frantic and needy. His hands were rough and demanding as he contorted my body in ways that I never knew were possible. He spun us around and suddenly I was on top, riding him and taking what I needed from him. His hands slid under my shirt and cupped my breasts, pulling at the cups to reach my nipples. With every pinch I rode him harder and faster. His hand slipped around behind my ass and then a finger slipped inside. I glared at him, but I was so fucking turned on that I allowed him to take that liberty. He slapped my ass, almost like he was telling me to ride him faster. I bounced harder, shoving his cock as far in as I could. He slapped me again and again, each time urging me on until I came hard, unable to hold myself up any longer. He held my hips as he thrust up into me a few more times and came inside me. I collapsed on top of him, breathing hard and feeling blissfully wrung out.

  “That had to be better than last night,” he grumbled in my ear.

  “Hmm.” I was too sleepy to
answer. We laid there for a minute and then he twisted out from under me, picking me up and carrying me into the other room. He laid me on the bed and sank down behind me, wrapping his body around mine. I slipped my fingers between his and started to drift off in peace.

  I felt his hand brush against my cheek and then slide down my arm. It was soothing, but sensual at the same time. His fingers slipped into my hair, and suddenly, I was being yanked up in bed. I cried out at the sharp pain and pulled back from him, but when I looked, no one was in the room with me.

  Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I looked around the room, my heart hammering out of control. I slid my hand across the bed and felt the cool sheets. Storm hadn’t been in here for a while, but then who was just in here touching me? I rubbed the side of my head, thinking I had imagined it, but my scalp was sore and there was a small clump of hair that had fallen out and was lying on my arm. I picked it up, swallowing hard as I looked at the evidence. Something had just been touching me.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Storm

  I woke up with Jessica in my arms and it felt amazing. I loved her body wrapped up in mine. No. No, that wasn’t right. I liked her body wrapped in mine. I didn’t love her or her body. I just….it was good. I pulled away, making sure not to wake her up, and slipped over to my side of the bed, resting my elbows against my knees. I ran my hands up and down my face, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on with my head. I wasn’t going there with her.

  She’s the one.

  No, she’s not.

  It’s her.

  Stop fucking saying that.

  Man, I told you. You have to trust me.

  I stood and shoved the sheet from my body. I wasn’t going to deal with this shit. Sure, her name was Jessica, and yeah, she had red hair, but there could be a thousand Jessicas in the world that had red hair. I shook my head, trying to dismantle the thoughts that were settling in my brain, and pulled on some clothes. Heading downstairs, I grabbed some supplies and headed for one of the rooms to start cleaning so I could paint. I still had to find a way to bring up Jessica selling the property to Reed Security. I had already mentioned it, but Cap needed this finalized. I had to get on it.

  I was about halfway through painting the room when Jessica came running into the room looking terrified.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I…this is going to sound crazy, but there was someone in the room with me.”

  “Like, one of the guys? Because I don’t think any of them are here right now.”

  “No,” she shook her head violently. “This wasn’t….okay, so I was sleeping and I thought you were touching me, like on my arm. And then I felt your hand slip into my hair and then I was yanked up in bed by my hair. I opened my eyes and you weren’t there.”

  “Are you sure this wasn’t a dream?” She shook her head and held out the clump of hair for me to see. “Wow.” Okay, this was a new one, but there had to be a logical explanation. Taking her hand in mine, I headed for the stairs.

  “What are you doing?”

  “We’re going to find out how your hair got yanked out.”

  “I just told you.”

  I turned to her, gripping her arms in mine. “Jessica, ghosts aren’t real. We’re going to go look, and I swear, we’ll find something that will explain what happened.”

  Her nostrils flared in anger, but she let me lead her up the stairs to the room we had shared earlier. We stepped into the room and I noticed a chill in the air. It had to be the windows. These old houses were notorious for having bad windows and drafts all year round. I searched around the bed and found more strands of her hair on the mattress, but I couldn’t find anything to suggest that her hair had gotten caught on something.

  “Okay, I’ll admit that this is strange, but maybe you just got yourself worked up and dreamt about scary shit. I mean, I had just played a trick on Tony. It’s logical that it would find a way into your dreams.”

  “Storm, don’t pull this shit on me. I’m not crazy. I know what’s real and what’s not.”

  “I’m not suggesting that-”

  “Yes, you are. I’m not crazy. I know that someone was in here. Something was in here and touched me and pulled my hair out. I’m not making this up.”

  “Hey, I’m not saying you’re crazy, but sometimes our imaginations can get the best of us. It’s not a big deal.”

  “I’m telling you that something was in here with me, that something attacked me and you’re making it sound like I should just brush it off. I thought you were in security? I thought you protected people.”

  “What do you want me to protect you from? There’s nothing here that’s going to hurt you.”

  “What about the tunnels? Something pushed me down those stairs.”

  “You slipped and fell after you got scared.”

  She huffed and looked at me incredulously, like I was the one that was insane. “I can’t believe that you don’t believe me.”

  “Look, would it make you feel better if I had the guys come through and do a sweep of the house with me?”

  She shrugged, but I didn’t know what else to offer. Even if there were ghosts, how the hell was I supposed to catch one and make it go away? I pulled her into my arms and tried to be comforting, but it was hard when I thought she was a little looney.

  “I’ll call the guys over and we’ll make sure that every inch of this place is checked out by the time you go to sleep tonight.”