Taming the Storm

by Samantha Towle

  My eyes meet Dex’s. He wipes blood from his mouth with his hand. Then, I see a lone tear run down his cheek.

  “I’m sorry, Ly,” he says.

  I turn away, retreating into Shannon’s arms, and when I look back, Dex is gone.

  “You okay?” Shannon asks me.

  “Yes…no.” I give a sad smile.

  “So, I have no clue what the hell that was about, but there’s definitely no doubt left in my mind that you and Tom are sleeping together.”

  I lift my shoulders and give her a weak smile, seeing no point in denying it now. Even though after tonight, Tom and I will be no more.

  “Ly, you okay?” A breathless Cale is at my side.

  I can see the anger still flaming in his eyes.

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I was—”

  “It’s okay. I’m okay.” I rub his arm. “How’s Tom?” As I speak, I turn and see Tom talking with two of the club’s security men, who have finally made an appearance.

  “I should go and see if he’s okay.” Stepping away, I leave Cale with Shannon.

  At my approach, Tom’s eyes meet mine. He says something to the security guys. Then, he moves away from them, coming to me.

  We stop a foot apart. “Are you okay?” I ask.

  He looks okay. His cheek is a bit red from where Dex hit him, but apart from that, Tom doesn’t appear to have a mark on him.

  “Are you?” he asks, turning my question back on me.

  “Yeah.” I nod. “You hit him…”

  He stares at me for a long moment. “I take care of what’s mine.”

  I’m his?

  My heart thuds against my ribs. I close the distance between us. Tentatively, I lift my hand to his face and gently press it to his cheek.

  In his eyes, I see the surprise from me touching him like this in public.

  I lower my hand. “This is our last night together.”

  His eyes darken. “Then, we should make the most of it.”

  I’m beyond relieved that I’m going to have this one last night with Tom. I know I’ll hurt badly for it tomorrow, but for tonight, I don’t care. All I care about is being with him.

  Tom slips his hand into mine. “Let’s get out of here,” he says.

  “Wait.” I tug on his hand. “I need to let Cale know that I’m leaving. He’ll worry if I just disappear.”

  Tom leans down, and presses his lips to mine. I feel his kiss all the way down to my toes.

  “You’ve got one minute,” he says over my mouth, before releasing me.

  I take a shaky step back. “One minute.” I turn on my heel, and walk quickly back to where I left Cale.

  He’s still standing with Shannon.

  “Cale, I’m going to…” Shit, what do I say?

  “Leave with Tom.” He gives me a look. “Come on, Ly, I know you and Tom have been doing the nasty.”

  What?

  The shock must be written clear on my face, because Cale says, “Don’t look so surprised. You’ve always been a shit liar.”

  “Hey.” I give him a gentle jab in the arm. “I’m sorry though, that I didn’t tell you.”

  “We’ll talk about that tomorrow. You’ve had enough shit going on tonight from seeing…” He doesn’t say Dex’s name.

  Seeing Dex here tonight has had an effect on Cale, too.

  “You okay?” I ask, touching his arm.

  He wraps his hand over mine, gripping my fingers. “I’m fine. Go with Tom. And tomorrow, you and I will have a long talk about how you don’t keep secrets from your best friend.” He smiles.

  Letting go of his arm, I wrap mine around him, hugging him. “You’re the best friend a girl could ever hope for,” I say against his shirt.

  He squeezes me tight. “And you’re the best girl a guy could ask for.”

  I lift my head from his chest, looking up at him.

  He gives me a rueful smile. “He hurts you, Ly, and—”

  “You’ll kick his ass. I know the drill.” I put on a smile.

  Right now, I don’t want to tell Cale that Tom and I will be no more by tomorrow, and my heart will pretty much be kicking its own ass. I can confide in Cale when it’s over.

  Giving him one last squeeze, I say good-bye and walk back to Tom, who’s waiting for me where I left him.

  He’s got a scowl on his face.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  “Uhum.” His eyes find mine, softening on me, the scowl instantly disappears. He puts his arm around my waist. “Let’s go.”

  Tom guides us out a side door of the club, and he opens the door of a waiting black limo, ushering me inside.

  The instant we’re seated, I curl my body around his big frame, just needing to feel him. His strength. His warmth.

  One hand slides around my back before settling on my hip. His other finds my chin. He tilts my face to his. “You doing okay, Firecracker?”

  “Yeah…I’m good. Here with you, I’m happy.”

  He stares at me. Then, his eyes close, and he leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips while grazing his knuckles against my cheek.

  The limo starts to move.

  Settling my head against his shoulder, I ask, “Where are we going?”

  “Home.”

  “Home?”

  “Yeah, my house in LA.”

  “That’s a bit of a drive.” I smile, secretly happy at the thought of seeing Tom’s house. Happy that he wants to take me there.

  “Don’t worry.” He grins as Usher’s “Scream” starts to play in the limo. “I’m sure I can find a way to keep you entertained for the few hours it’ll take to get us there.”

  A Few Hours Later—Tom’s House, LA

  I awake to the feeling of the world falling out beneath me. My body jumps.

  “I got you,” Tom’s deep voice says from above. “You fell asleep in the limo.”

  Then, I realize that I’m in his arms, and he’s carrying me. Sliding my hands around his neck, I nuzzle into his throat, inhaling the scent of his aftershave, loving the feel of his stubble against my skin.

  We made out for a while in the limo. Things got a little heated, and I ended up with Tom’s head between my legs where he used his mouth and fingers to bring me to orgasm. I returned the favor by getting on my knees and taking him in my mouth. After he spilled himself down my throat, he hauled me onto his big body and held me. I must have fallen asleep in his arms.

  “You okay if I put you down for just a minute? Need to get my key.”

  “Sure.”

  Tom lowers me to my feet, and I lean against the wall by the door.

  He pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door before pushing it open.

  I wait to follow him in, but the next thing I know, he’s picking me back up.

  “I’ll be okay to walk now.” I laugh.

  “I like to carry you. You’re like a little doll.”

  “I’m not little. You’re just huge.”

  “In every way, darlin’.” He winks.

  He kicks the door shut with his foot and proceeds to carry me up a wide staircase. I can’t see much as Tom hasn’t bothered to turn any lights on, but from the size of this staircase, I’m guessing his house is big.

  Quickly reaching the top of the stairs, he takes us to the left and then through a door a little farther down the hallway.

  He crosses the spacious room and sets me down on his massive bed. I watch him walk over to the wall, and he presses a button on a panel. Dim lights come on. Then, he moves over to the iPod docking station, which is set up on his dresser. I watch him scroll through the music before he finally selects a song. The music starts to play through the speakers in the room.

  “Last Request” by Paolo Nutini.

  Tears instantly fill my eyes. I blink them back while swallowing the pain I feel from listening to the lyrics, from what Tom is telling me with this song.

  He’s saying good-bye.

  As I watch him walk toward me, my heart breaks. The soulful v
oice of Paolo Nutini spurring my pain on. Hurting from how much I want Tom in this moment, knowing it’s our last.

  The last time I’ll get to touch him. Kiss him. Feel him inside me.

  Even with the weight of that bearing down on me, I still stand when he reaches me.

  I need to make the most of this night.

  I slip my hands under his shirt and press my fingertips against his hard stomach, loving the sound of his sharp intake of breath at my touch.

  His eyes glitter down lustfully at me.

  Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I lift it. Tom raises his arms, allowing me to pull it over his head.

  I drop his shirt to the floor, and then put my hands on his chest. Inching up onto my toes, I brush my lips gently over his. As I move back, Tom takes my head in his hands. His eyes burn into mine with such intensity that it takes my breath away.

  Then, he seals his mouth over mine, leading me into a knee weakening kiss.

  He grabs my ass in both hands, lifting me, as I wrap my legs around his waist.

  Tom climbs up onto the bed on his knees, kissing me still, he takes us down to the mattress.

  This time is different. Slower. He takes his time undressing me—caressing, and kissing every part of me. Looking at me with reverence. It’s almost as if he’s memorizing me with his eyes and hands and mouth.

  When I’m naked and wanting beneath him, I reach for his jeans and unbuckle his belt.

  Tom takes over, sliding it free from his jeans. Belt in hand, he takes both of my hands and moves them up above my head. He looks down at me in question.

  I nod, letting him know I’m okay with it, feeling excited beyond measure.

  He fits his belt around my wrists with a precision that I choose to ignore.

  “Is that okay?” he asks.

  “Yes.” I’m breathless with anticipation.

  He moves his big body between my legs. “Keep your arms up there. Don’t move them. You move, I’ll make you wait longer to come.”

  “I understand,” I whisper. My body is vibrating with excitement.

  He takes my nipple into his mouth and tugs it with his teeth, leaving a sting that he immediately soothes with his tongue. Moving to the other breast, he repeats the action.

  He gets to his knees, sitting between my thighs. “You look so beautiful right now,” he says in a throaty voice. “Spread your legs.”

  I part them wider for him.

  He runs his finger between my wet folds. “So goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs. Moving down the bed, he positions his head between my legs and starts to lick me with enthusiasm.

  His fingers go into my pussy, pumping in and out. Then, they start to trail down toward my ass.

  “Yes.” I lift my hips, letting him know how badly I want him there.

  “I wanna fuck your ass so bad.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, finger rimming my puckered hole. “I want to be the first man to give that to you.”

  Can I do this?

  We’ve been doing the fingers-up-my-ass since that night under the stage. Tom has increased it to two fingers, but we’ve never gone so far as to actually have anal sex.

  It’s our last night. This could be something that’s ours…his alone that I gave to him.

  I do trust him. I know he would never hurt me.

  Yes, I want this with Tom.

  “Let’s do it…” I hear myself saying.

  He lifts his head, eyes dark and fixed on my face. “You really mean that?”

  “I really mean it. I want this with you.”

  Dismay suddenly passes over his face. “Fuck,” he utters. “I don’t have any lube in the house.”

  I’m surprised by how disappointed I feel. “You don’t have anything?”

  “No…my home is not a place I have sex in.”

  My eyes widen. “You’ve never had sex here before?”

  Knowing Tom, I find that hard to believe.

  “Don’t sound so surprised. In the past, with other women, I either went to their place or the apartment I have in town, which is specifically for—” He cuts himself off, realizing I don’t need to hear about his fuck pad. He moves closer to me. “You’re my first.”

  I want him to be my first.

  Swallowing past my girly emotions that his declaration has set off in me, I say, “Can we do it just using…me?” I nod down to the ridiculous wetness I’m currently providing.

  His eyes sweep down my body, settling between my legs. His eyes start to burn again. “We can try.” His hands come under me, then, he’s flipping me over onto my front. “Get up on your knees. Face on the bed. Arms above your head. Lift that sexy ass of yours for me.”

  Spurred on by his commands, I do exactly as he asks. I get my hands comfortable so the belt isn’t digging into my wrists.

  Tom comes up behind me, and his thick finger dips into my entrance. He moves my natural lubricant up to my puckered hole. Carefully, he works his finger in. I feel that slight unease I always do when we first start doing this, but sensation quickly overrides, and I fall into the feeling.

  No time has passed before he’s working in a second finger, stretching me. All the while, rubbing my clit with his skilled fingers.

  I’m panting, heart pounding, my legs trembling. “Tom,” I moan. “I need it…you…now.” I can barely breathe. My body is on fire, and my head is swimming with desire. I’m desperate to have him.

  Without a word, he gets up on his knees, and thrusts his cock deep into my pussy.

  “Oh my God.” My eyes roll back in my head, while my inner muscles clench around him.

  “Fuck!” he bites out. His hand comes to rest on my hip, his fingers gripping me tight.

  Then, he starts to fuck me.

  After some well-aimed thrusts, he pulls out. I feel the head of his cock move upward, over that delicate piece of skin that separates my most intimate places.

  His cock gently nudges at my puckered hole, his hold on my hip tightening, his fingers digging deliciously into my flesh.

  The feel of him there has me warring within myself. Fear fighting with desire.

  “You sure you want to do this?” he asks, his voice rough.

  I realize that I’ve tensed up. My muscles are locked tight.

  Yes, I want this with him.

  Closing my eyes, I force myself to relax.

  I nod, unable to speak, too focused on the feel of him there.

  “Answer me,” he commands.

  “Yes!” I cry out. “Just fuck me now!” My voice is needy. I want to power through. I don’t want to wait around. I just want him inside me.

  He growls, then, I feel him push hard against my tight hole.

  The head of his cock slips in. I feel the familiar burn at having something in there, but this is far more intense than his fingers.

  Biting hard on my lip, I instantly tense again.

  “You need me to stop?” he asks, gruff.

  I can hear the barely there control in his voice.

  “No, don’t stop. Keep going.”

  “Okay. But I need you to relax.” He slides his hand up my spine. “You need to open up and let me in.”

  I relax my muscles again, allowing Tom to work himself in a little farther.

  “Jesus.” My voice is caught somewhere between a sob and a moan.

  Then, the burn suddenly goes, and all I feel is a maddening desire. The intense need to have Tom Carter buried as deep in my ass as he can go.

  “More,” I demand.

  He pushes in another inch.

  A breath hisses from me.

  His fingers go to my clit, playing with me, and then he pushes one inside my pussy, fingering me, getting more of my natural lubricant. Removing his finger, I feel him rub it around me and himself.

  I’m hot and desperate, wanting this more than I ever thought I would.

  He’s lubricated us up, but he isn’t making a move.

  “Tom, please, I need this…you…don’t stop now.” I’m half-crazy with lus
t. On the edge of the precipice he’s taken me to. I need him to finish this. “Just fuck my fucking ass!”

  He thrusts in another couple of inches.

  “You still okay?” He sounds breathless.

  “Stop talking, and just fucking do me!”

  I love that he cares and doesn’t want to hurt me, but I’m desperate beneath him. I’m so turned on that I can’t see straight. I’m hot all over. I can’t remember ever being this turned on before.

  Having him in such a private place, dominating my body, owning me—it’s beyond anything I could have imagined.

  Another thrust. “I’m almost there, baby.” His hand comes around, and he starts to rub my clit again. “You ready for the rest?”

  My eyes close. “So ready.”

  He drives the remainder of his big beautiful cock into me.

  I’m full of him. Desire coursing through my body, I feel like I might go insane from the sensation alone. I’ve never needed someone as much as I need Tom right now.

  “How do you feel?” he asks, his voice strained.

  I twist my head to look back at him. “Amazing.” I graze my teeth over my lower lip.

  The fire in his eyes burns brighter than I’ve ever seen before. He pulls halfway out, and thrusts straight back in. The sound that comes from him nearly has me coming.

  My head falls forward, my hair curtaining my face.

  The pleasure is so intense that it’s blinding.

  “Ly, I’ve never felt anything like this…you. I could do this forever with you.”

  Forever.

  Then, he starts to fuck my ass with an unrestrained passion.

  And I’m lost to him. Heart and soul and body.

  I’m Tom Carter’s.

  I’m coming minutes later and coming hard.

  “I’m gonna come, Ly. Now…I’m gonna…” Tom grunts a rough, dirty sound. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

  He pulls out, and I feel the hot spurts of his come as it hits my ass and lower back.

  When he’s done, he falls onto the bed beside me. I let my lower half come down, so I’m lying flat.

  He brushes my hair off my face. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.” He smiles, and then it falls when he realizes what he’s said.

  There’ll be no more days after this.

  “Stay there. I’ll get something to clean you up with.”