Stormy Love

by Lexy Timms

  He whisked her down the hall and dumped her onto the first couch he came to. This woman was so hot, and it felt like he was going to burst into flames. He crashed his body into hers, his cock leaking against her soft thigh, and their tongues did battle as he rolled against her. His hand stroked through her hair and her hands raked down his back. He loved the feeling of her nails against his skin. He rose up and pulled his hips to her, then whipped his gaze back up to hers.

  “Do I need anything?” he asked.

  She shook her head, and that was enough for him.

  He pushed into her, watching his thick cock sink into her dripping pussy. Her arousal slicked his cock, glistening as Kallie squirmed and adjusted to him. He could feel how tight she was. How unused her pussy was. This beautiful woman had been neglected. Looked over. Passed by for other women with more sass or more experience. But he saw her, and he knew what she possessed. Underneath that meek demeanor and those sad eyes was a minx ready to milk his cock dry.

  And the way her pussy throbbed around his groin made him salivate.

  He watched their connection, pumping in and out of her. How her arousal streaked his dick white. How her walls fluttered around him. He tossed her legs over his shoulders and bent her in half, crashing their lips together as he began to pump into her body. Slowly. Torturously. Giving her time to adjust before he pulled another orgasm from her.

  He felt her grab his forearms. His legs. Anything to gain some leverage. He rolled deeply into her body, pulling moans from her lips that made him shiver. Her walls clamped down around him. Drawing him closer and coaxing him to his final precipice. Her eyes were dilated and her lips were quivering.

  She wanted more.

  Needed more.

  And he saw it.

  He slammed into her and she arched her back, crying out into the room. He pounded into her, loosening that tight pussy with his thick dick. Her juices were spilling down his balls and coating his thighs. She was a river of affection and she was more than willing to give it to him. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head and her legs began to shake. Her toes curled into the meat of his shoulders and he grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head. He pulled one of her nipples between his lips, sucking and lapping and biting down playfully. Her pussy was out of control. Fluttering at lightning speed and threatening to make him blow early.

  But he kept control over his own function as she fell over the edge again.

  “Ash. Yes. I. It. You. So.”

  Her choppy sentences lit him on fire. Every part of his body was burning. Her pussy was tight, gripping him so hard he couldn’t move from her body. He grunted and groaned, forcing his cock to hold back one last time. His balls were aching for release and his hands were trembling, but he wasn’t done with her yet.

  He wanted to watch her come one last time.

  He gathered a shaking Kallie in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. The four-poster bed looked almost untouched and the two of them fell to the mattress. Kallie’s legs were wrapped around him and he slid in effortlessly. Rolling into her like waves against the shore as she undulated against him. She fit him perfectly. Her soft curves molded to every crevice of his form. His hands ran down her sides and back up to her breasts. His lips fell to her neck. Her chest. Her shoulders. Every ounce of him was poured into her, and she in return. Never had he felt so connected during a simple one-night stand. A simple night of pleasure meant to satiate a temporary craving.

  He crawled onto the bed, his legs spread out and his fingers entwined with hers. She was pinned beneath him, rolling herself against him as their lips kept finding each other. Kiss after kiss. Until his lips were so swollen he thought they would burst. His cock was throbbing dangerously against her walls and he picked up his pace. Rolling turned to thrusting, and thrusting turned to pounding. And soon, the bed was rocking on its frame as groans dripped from his lips.

  “Fuck, Ash. Yes. Harder. Don’t stop. Keep going. Oh my gosh, please. Please. Please let me come. One more time.”

  “I promise,” Ash said. “Hang onto me, Pretty Kallie. Hang on.”

  He released her hands and pushed up onto his. He slammed into her, grinding his tightly wound curls into her clit. Her hands flew to his back and dug into his sculpted muscles and he growled at the sight. Her eyes rolled back. Her heels digging into his ass. Her legs shivering around him and her chest bouncing with each assault. She was decadent. Luscious. More than he could’ve ever imagined. Worth every effort to get her there and worth the almost-fight at the club.

  This woman was a fireball.

  And she had no idea.

  Ash’s hips began to stutter and he dug his knees into the mattress. He slammed against her clit one last time and her back bowed from the bed. Kallie’s drones of pleasure sent him over the edge, forcing his balls up into his body. He crashed himself into her, holding her close as her pussy milked his cock.

  Pump after pump. Thread after thread. Until not a drop was left in his body to give her. He filled her to the brim until she was spilling out on the bed, and still she quaked around him. Clung to him for dear life as his lips kissed her neck. As his tongue lapped at her breasts. As his hands meandered along her curves.

  She held him deep within her body, cradled against her wet heat while sucking his cock dry.

  He was panting. Gasping for breath in the crook of her neck. The way her hands ran through his hair, it almost felt more intimate than what they had engaged in. He slid from between her thighs, startled by the cold he now felt. He gravitated back toward the warmth of her body, holding her against him as her breathing settled out.

  He slid his fingers through her tangled hair as his arm hooked around her waist. Her ass settled back into his cock and he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder. He felt a calm drape over him. A calm not usually there after a simple holiday hookup. And he felt his eyes growing heavy. Lobbing closed.

  Like he was going to fall asleep.

  Ash never stayed after a hookup. He always got dressed and left. Spending the night always hinted at a closeness that wasn’t possible for the short-term flings he looked for. The short-term flings that were right for him. But as he lay there, holding Kallie in his arms, he considered staying. He considered blowing his rules out of the water and waking her up with his cock. Sliding between her legs and rolling into her until a morning orgasm forced her eyes open.

  He relaxed against her, feeling himself succumbing to her warmth.

  Until his eyes strayed over to the bedside table.

  There was a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting there. And at first, it didn’t strike him as odd. Women enjoyed flowers and he probably wasn’t the only man on the island trying to woo a woman like Kallie. But he was the one that won out over all of them and that sent a sort of pride surging through his chest.

  Then, his eyes fell upon the note.

  Congratulations on your nuptials! We hope your honeymoon is filled with all the romance and love it could ever deserve.

  What?

  His hand immediately slid from Kallie’s waist. She turned over, her hair mussed over her face and her cheeks still flushed from her orgasms. He slid off the bed and padded out into the hallway, gathering up his clothes and pulling them on.

  “Ash?”

  Her voice was so sweet. So innocent.

  But she wasn’t.

  “Yep?”

  “Is everything okay?”

  He looked up and saw her come around the corner. Naked. Free. Her legs were strong and her breasts were red from where he’d marked her and her hair was tousled in all the best ways.

  “Got an early morning at work,” he said.

  “The bar doesn’t open until noon, right?” she asked.

  “I have to be there to clean down and prep. That takes a few hours. Sorry.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  He didn’t wait for any other response. All he wanted was to get out of there. He slipped into his flip-flops and opened the front door, clo
sing it behind him without looking back. He strode back to his bungalow on the other side of the beach. The private bungalow reserved only for those who could afford the glaring five-figure nightly price. He shoved his way into the palace on the private beach and cast his clothes off, disgusted with himself.

  Kallie was married?

  He hopped into the shower and started the process of washing her off. Washing off her juices and her scent and the feeling of her lips against his. Normally he basked in it. Soaked in it before washing it off the next morning. But the idea of sleeping with a married woman was something that turned his stomach.

  Could Kallie really be married? Where was her ring? He knew she didn’t have a ring on. Not even a tan line. He always checked before taking on a conquest. He didn’t make it a habit of sleeping with married women and he wasn’t going to continue the trend. But something about the situation didn’t sit right. Where was her husband? If she was married, where in the world was he at one in the morning?

  Obviously not beside her.

  Was she not married yet? Maybe she was on the island to get married before spending her honeymoon there. But that still wouldn’t explain the lack of a ring. Or even a tan line. She would’ve had an engagement ring she wore all the time, right?

  Was he a last-minute fling before the groom-to-be arrived to get married to her?

  Ash felt dirty. Dirtier than he ever expected to feel. Kallie was classy. Intelligent. Or so he thought. He couldn't believe a woman like her would play him like that.

  And he ate right from the palm of her married little hand.

  But in a way, he was playing her as well. A no-string romp in the sack that ended when her flight left the island. He didn’t fuck married women, though. That was a line he didn’t cross. At least, as far as he knew. He made sure of it. Her villa had no traces of a man. No shoes. No clothes. No smell of cologne. Nothing that alerted him to a fact that a man was staying with her.

  It didn’t make sense.

  But then again, it didn’t have to.

  Ash hopped out of the shower and dove straight into bed. He didn’t even bother to dry off. He was frustrated that he couldn't bask in the afterglow of such amazing sex. And it was amazing. The best he’d had in a very long time. There was a connection between the two of them. A heated one that didn’t stop. Kallie. His Pretty Kallie.

  A cheater.

  Ash was conflicted. Disappointed. Frustrated at his circumstance. He rolled over and closed his eyes, trying to draw himself into sleep. He had no idea a night with a woman like her could be ruined in such a spectacular way. His body was still coursing with energy she filled him with. His cock was still aching for more. More of the married woman he’d fucked.

  He rolled over onto his stomach and pressed his head into the pillow, stifling the yell he really wanted to do.

  Instead, he lay there until sleep took him over.

  And despite his best efforts, his dreams were filled with her.

  Kallie.

  His Pretty Kallie.

  Chapter 12

  Kallie

  Kallie sat on the balcony, reliving the events of the night before. She rolled a grape on her plate with her fork, moving her breakfast around instead of eating it. She didn’t feel well. She didn’t even feel good. She felt dirty. Used. Like something was wrong with her.

  What made Ash run off so quickly?

  Her phone rang and Kallie knew who was calling. The only person who had called her ever since she’d stepped foot onto the island. She picked up her phone and held it to her ear, preparing for the divulging of information that was about to take place.

  “Good morning, sunshine. The earth says hello.”

  “I don’t think that’s how that line goes, Eris.”

  “It doesn’t matter. What matters is how last night went,” she said.

  “It came and it went,” Kallie said.

  “Is that ... a euphemism?”

  “It was a lot of fun,” Kallie said.

  “Then why don’t you sound like you had fun? Wait, did you get hurt? Did someone hurt you, Kallie?”

  “No. No one hurt me. I mean, yes. But—”

  “What? I’m booking a ticket. I’m getting online right now,” she said.

  “Eris. Slow down. Would you let me explain?” Kallie asked.

  “What happened last night?”

  “That cute bartender I was talking about? His name’s Ash.”

  “Oh, we have a name now. Awesome. Wait, he hurt you?”

  “No. Eris, hush. Ash asked me out dancing, so we went dancing last night.”

  “How does this amount to you getting hurt?”

  “There was a drunk guy in the bar that kept getting handsy with me. Grabbing me. Yanking me. Things like that,” Kallie said.

  “Did Ash kill him? He’ll get props if there’s a dead body.”

  “No, but he did take care of it. And it was...”

  Kallie sighed into the phone and her best friend gasped.

  “You fucked him.”

  “Damn it, Eris. Come on.”

  “Oh my hell. You had your one-night stand!” she exclaimed. “Spill all the details. Oh, I love a good knight-in-shining-armor story.”

  “You really need to get your head checked,” Kallie said with a grin.

  “Was he any good?”

  “Eris, he was incredible. I came three times last night.”

  “Oh, those are always the best sessions. He was big, wasn’t he? It’s always the big guys.”

  “I had to take time to adjust,” Kallie said as her cheeks filled with a heavy flame.

  “Fuck me sideways. Now I’m jealous. I might buy this ticket and fly out there anyway to get me some of that action.”

  “But he didn’t stay.”

  “Is that what’s bothering you?” Eris asked. “Kallie, he’s not supposed to stay. That’s not the part a rebound guy plays. He’s supposed to fuck you senseless, so you can shake the shadows of your ex off during your orgasms. That’s it.”

  “But he was about to stay. I could feel it. He was holding me and relaxing, then he pulled away really quickly. Like I was a disease or something.”

  “Maybe he has his own rules about one-night stands. I never stay with them.”

  “Wait, you don’t?” Kallie asked.

  “No. You stay, and then the guy wants to cook you dinner, and pretty soon he’s calling you his girlfriend after four days and won’t let you leave the house.”

  “Uh ... what kind of guys are you sleeping with?”

  “The point is, maybe he has his own rules and it had nothing to do with you. With three orgasms, I highly doubt he had a bad time,” Eris said.

  “I don’t like the way it ended.”

  “Did you have fun?”

  “Of course I had fun. You can’t have three orgasms and not have fun,” Kallie said.

  “Then that was the point. You had fun, you got your ex off your mind. He’s now no longer the last man you’ve slept with. It’s a step in moving forward.”

  “And I’m supposed to trust you on this?”

  “I’m an expert, Kallie. Of course you’re supposed to trust me.”

  “Fine. But what do I do if I run into him again?”

  “Don’t trip over yourself trying to get back to him. He was a one-night thing and nothing else. He’s not going to come running after you begging for another date. You got what you needed, and so did he,” Eris said.

  “I don’t like this,” Kallie said.

  “But you do a little bit, right?”

  Kallie closed her eyes and allowed the wind to pour through her hair. If she concentrated hard enough, she could feel the rhythmic fingers of Ash’s stroking in them. Untangling her hair he had so roughly messed up.

  She really liked it.

  She just wished he would’ve stayed.

  “I do,” Kallie said.

  “Good girl. Now, I suggest you put on another one of your bikinis, take that book you’re reading, and go
treat yourself to an after-sex drink. You deserve it after all.”

  “It’s nine in the morning,” Kallie said.

  “Then wait another hour. I don’t care. I’m going to go have a drink, though. All this talking about orgasms makes me feel like I just had one.”

  “You’re insane.”

  “And I love you too. Talk soon?”

  “Of course, Eris.”

  “Toodle-oo!”

  Kallie hung up the phone and decided she was, once again, right. Her out-of-control best friend, who was the complete opposite of her somehow, knew exactly what she needed and when. Kallie cleared her plate and slipped into a bikini, then she packed her purse for the beach. She slipped into her flip-flops and grabbed her wide-brimmed hat, then wrapped a colorful bikini wrap around her body.

  Then, she set off for the Cabana.

  She figured she would see Ash working there, but he wasn’t. Which was odd, because that was his excuse for leaving the night before. Was he lying? Was he that desperate to get away from her? It made her heart sink thinking about it and she suddenly didn’t want to pester the younger bartender for a drink. She walked down to the beach and settled in an open lounge chair and pulled out her book.

  All she wanted to do was forget about the night before.

  But when that wet suit went racing by on the ocean waves, she sighed.

  She knew exactly who it was.

  She looked up and saw Ash surfing, with his tight body dripping with water. Eris’s words rang in her ears, and she resisted the urge to go talk to him. She honestly didn't want to anyway. She’d done something wrong last night. Something to push him away, and she wasn’t sure what. Did he not have a good time? Did she stink afterward? Did she do something he didn’t like? Maybe she was too forceful with her actions or her sounds were too loud.

  James sometimes told her she was too loud in bed.

  Maybe that was it.

  Or maybe she was simply a bad lay that he wanted to get away from. Kallie didn’t have a lot of experience in the area. Not like Eris anyway. Her stomach sank to her toes and tears rose to her eyes, and she didn’t like the way she was feeling. According to her friend, she was supposed to feel lighter. Better. Ready to take on the future. But all Kallie felt was sick and used and embarrassed.