Chayton's Tempest

by Aliyah Burke

erection slip into her body. The way his thick organ entered

  between her swollen lips. The way she opened just for him, her

  skin stretching and holding him.

  He shuddered as he felt the telltale sign of his upcoming

  ejaculation. Closing his eyes, he fought for control. Still, his

  hips picked up their pace again.

  Harder he pistoned into her. Faster his body drilled hers

  back into the wall. Deeper his cock went into her, sending

  shockwaves through them both.

  “Ohhh!” Tempest screamed.

  Maverick grunted and opened his eyes to watch her. Her

  body tightened around his and her nails dug into his skin.

  “Tempest,” he ground out.

  “Ohhh!” Her back arched. Breasts pushed towards him

  as they bounced against her torso. The heels of her shoes began

  burrowing into his back.

  Maverick watched her face when her internal muscles

  clenched around him. Her eyes fluttered back in her head as

  she shuddered beneath him. The feel of her around him sent

  him over the edge.

  He came with a shout as his penis discharged thick

  streams of come as deep as possible within her. Tempest

  answered with an unholy shout as his release triggered another

  one inside her.

  If not for his hands supporting her and years of yoga,

  surely she would have snapped her back in two. Her body was

  bent like a pretzel as she quivered beneath him.

  With exquisite care, despite the quaking his own limbs

  were doing, Maverick lifted her so she was upright against

  him. Sweat dripped from his head onto hers as he kissed her

  gently.

  Unhooking her legs, Tempest stood on the floor and

  looked away from him. Her eyes took in the clothing tossed

  around the floor. It made her take more notice of how naked

  she was.

  Ignoring the hand he held out to her, Tempest skirted

  past him and got dressed in record time. As she was buttoning

  her shorts, his hand clasped her wrist. Embarrassed, at how

  she’d acted, she stole a glance up at him.

  His pants were back on and zipped, but his shirt

  remained off. Maverick’s eyes were staring back at her.

  “Tempest,” he murmured.

  Swallowing, she remained silent and waited for him to

  say something else. Maverick ran his eyes over her before

  sweeping her up in his arms. He carried her over to an open

  space along the wall and lowered them both to the ground.

  Keeping his strong body between her and the cold wall,

  he tucked her under his chin. Latching his arms around her,

  Maverick closed his eyes and pressed his lips to her head.

  Tempest snuggled in deep to his warm chest. His arms

  around her made her feel so secure. With a sigh, she closed her

  eyes and felt perfectly content.

  Flowery words weren’t needed as they lay cuddled

  together in the cellar of her business. Without opening her eyes,

  Tempest asked in a low voice, “Plan on telling me what

  happened?”

  His strong arms flexed around her. He buried his face

  deeper into her hair. Tempest was about to ask again when she

  felt the splash of a tear on the top of her head. That brought her

  eyes open. Pulling back as far as his hold would allow, she

  looked up at him.

  The devastation in his eyes almost killed her. Never in

  all of her years did she think she would see the great James

  Lonetree cry. He stared at her as tears fell from the black

  diamonds he had for eyes.

  “James?” Tempest climbed off his lap and crouched

  beside him.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered, reaching out to thread his

  fingers through her hair.

  “Oh, James,” Tempest crooned as she sat down and

  pulled his body toward hers.

  For the first time in what seemed forever, James

  Lonetree accepted comfort from someone outside of his Team.

  Even with them, he was unnaturally composed. Unlike when

  he’d held Lex at the hospital, all of his emotions released this

  time.

  Tempest had no idea how long she sat on that cold

  cement floor, cradling the upper body of the man who had just

  given her such extensive pleasure. All she knew was he

  desperately sought some type of solace; and despite their past,

  she couldn’t deny him, especially after seeing his raw pain.

  “Mom?” Dakota’s voice floated down from the top of

  the cellar. Maverick stiffened and moved away from her.

  “I’m down here, Dak, grabbing some more cases. Be

  right up.” Tempest stood as well, watching the agitated way

  Maverick forced his shirt back on.

  “Need help?” Dakota yelled down.

  Flicking a quick glance to Maverick, who balled his

  hands into fists, she shook her head. “No. We got it. Maverick

  is down here with me.”

  Silence reigned from above. “Okay,” Dakota shouted.

  Tempest pretended not to notice the glance Maverick

  shot her. Instead, she pointed at a box and said, “That one can

  go up.”

  Maverick picked up the box. It weighed next to nothing

  for his strength. He waited for her to precede him up the stairs.

  As she moved past him, Tempest didn’t say a word.

  Dakota and Shelia were behind the bar as Tempest

  walked in. The young couple was in a heated discussion, one

  that dropped off the second she entered.

  After the boxes were set down, Dakota glanced between

  his parents. Both of them blankly retuned his stare. “What are

  you doing here?” he asked the man who had given him half his

  heritage.

  Maverick’s tone was emotionless. “I came to see

  Tempest.”

  “That much is obvious.” Dakota looked at his mother.

  “Burl stopped by to see you.”

  Maverick’s gaze slashed over to land on Tempest, who

  was doing a good job of avoiding his look. “I’ll give him a call.”

  Tempest paused. “Once I get home.”

  Picking up his helmet, Maverick walked over to

  Tempest. Once she met his eyes, his mouth kicked up into a

  small grin. “Thank you. For listening.”

  So much emotion swirled around in his dark eyes it

  threw her off. “You’re welcome.” Tempest licked her lips and

  almost groaned as his taste was immediately reintroduced to

  her system.

  Swiping her keys off the counter, she hollered to her son.

  “Thanks for putting this stuff away.” A few steps away from

  the door, she stopped. “Good to see you as well, Shelia.” With a

  small wave, she slipped out of the door and into the brilliant

  desert summer sun.

  A hand was on her shoulder as she unlocked the door to

  her Envoy. “Tempest.” Maverick’s rich tone wove a spell

  around her.

  She looked at him through her mirrored glasses.

  “What?”

  “This isn’t finished between us.”

  Shuddering at his touch, Tempest was glad the

  sunglasses gave her some protection from his eyes. “There isn’t

  anything there.” As a frown furrowed across his face she shook

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p; her head. “No, let’s be real here, James. What happened in

  there was just comfort. That’s all. We offered comfort to one

  another.”

  Stepping back from his intoxicating touch, she turned

  her back on him and climbed into her vehicle. Tempest drove

  off without looking back at the man standing there. Well,

  perhaps there was one quick look in the rearview mirror.

  _

  Tempest grinned at the man across from her at the table.

  “I must say I’m very glad you made it back okay.”

  Dark eyes sparkled back at her. “Words that make each

  return better than the last.”

  She laughed and reached for her drink. “If you say so.”

  Tempest found herself really looking at the man across from

  her. He had dark-cocoa skin and black hair that was short all

  over. He was tall and lean, muscular without being

  overbearingly so.

  “Are you sure you don’t want something other than

  tea?” he questioned as he took a drink of his margarita.

  “I’m sure. Serving alcohol all the time kind of makes me

  not crazy to imbibe.” She shook her head. “Thank you,

  though.”

  Phillip “Burl” Burlson leaned up on his elbows. His

  dinner companion was a stunning woman; he’d fallen for her

  ever since he’d had the luck to enter into a small bar called B’s

  Quarry.

  “Well, I don’t want you to feel left out.”

  Tempest grinned. “Please, you are feeding me. I’m

  perfectly content.”

  “As am I. I love sharing a meal with a gorgeous

  woman.” Winking at her, Burl picked up his fork and ate more

  of his lime grilled chicken.

  “So, did everything go okay?” Tempest dipped a

  breadstick in the meat sauce on her plate.

  “It wasn’t bad,” he conceded. “Glad to be back. Doesn’t

  matter how exotic of a place we go, there are just some things

  that are only found at home.” His eyes settled gently upon her

  face.

  Tempest flushed. “Are you trying to charm me, Burl?”

  Brilliant teeth flashed against his darker skin. “You don’t

  know?” He reached across the small table and picked up her

  hand, holding it gently in his larger one.

  Allowing their fingers to intertwine, Tempest shook her

  head at him. “I’m not entirely sure about you; you know how

  you like to tease and make jokes.”

  “About some things, Tempest. Never about us. That is

  way too important.” His fingers tightened on hers. “I do have

  something to ask you tonight.”

  Flashes of what Dakota had told her raced through her

  mind followed closely by the face of one James Lonetree. His

  eyes were full of anger as he looked at her. It was like he was

  saying she belonged to him.

  “Tempest?” Burl’s question brought her back.

  “Everything okay? I lost you for a moment there.”

  “I’m right here.” She returned the squeeze on his fingers

  before letting go and bringing her hand back to her side of the

  table.

  “Really?” He turned intelligent eyes to her face. “Is there

  someone else?”

  Tears filled her eyes as she shook her head. “No,” she

  managed to sputter. “There isn’t anyone in my life.”

  Embarrassed, she wiped away the first traitorous tear that fell.

  Without missing a beat, Burl waved for the bill and

  escorted Tempest out of the restaurant by the time the tears

  began to freely fall. He slipped one strong arm around her and

  led her over to a nearby bench.

  “What’s wrong? Tempest, please.” Burl sat beside her

  and stretched one arm out across the back of the bench. He

  turned her face toward him with his free hand. Upon seeing

  her expression, he just shook his head and pulled her in close.

  Pressing her head into his shoulder, he let her cry it out.

  He didn’t have any idea what the problem was, but he truly

  cared about this woman and wanted to marry her. Burl pulled

  her in closer and rubbed her back.

  After a few moments, Tempest pulled back and wiped

  her eyes. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry I did that. I don’t know

  what the problem is.”

  He helped her wipe the tears. “Don’t be. I’m here if you

  want to talk.”

  “I’m just feeling overwhelmed.”

  “Anything I can help you with?”

  “No. Just that the father of my son has come back into

  my life and it’s sorta tossed me into a tailspin. I haven’t seen

  him since I was pregnant with Dakota.”

  Having met her son, he asked, “How’s Dakota taking

  it?”

  “So, so. It’s not easy, but he’s handling it.” Tempest held

  his hand tightly as they sat there under the streetlight.

  Pursing his lips, Burl stated, “He’s a wonderful kid.”

  “I know. It has to be hard not knowing your father for

  your whole life and then one day he just appears out of the

  blue.” Tempest tried hard for a smile but failed.

  “Come on, let me take you home.” Burl stood and

  helped Tempest up too.

  “I’m sorry I ruined the evening.”

  “Sweetie, you didn’t ruin it. I was glad to see you and

  any time I can spend with you is never a waste.” His strong

  arms surrounded her in a hug and he placed a kiss on the top

  of her head.

  Tempest slid her arms around him in return. “I’ll make

  it up to you.”

  “Well, that’s something I won’t let you forget,” Burl

  teased as they headed for his car.

  As Burl kissed her goodnight outside of her house,

  neither was privy to the hard dark eyes that watched the

  exchange. Large fists bundled as the man watched the kiss.

  The longer it went on, the angrier Maverick became.

  Seconds before he was ready to announce his presence and put

  his fist in the tall man’s face, the kiss ended.

  Maverick growled. So this was the Air Force man, the

  one who wanted to marry Tempest. His eyes looked

  desperately for any sign of a ring on her finger. In the low light

  level, he couldn’t see anything; but also her left side was not

  toward him, either.

  “You won’t marry him, Tempest.” His voice was low

  and deadly. “You belong to me, and I’ll be damned if I let you

  go to someone else!” Maverick was rigid with fury. Black

  flames poured from his gaze and he observed the couple. It

  was time to stake his claim. Be careful, his mind warned, she’s

  still leery of you and your motives.

  Fifteen

  Maverick didn’t make his move until the other man

  spun around and climbed into his Nissan Xterra. Tempest

  waved as he drove away. There was a small smile on her face

  as she faced her door.

  “Is that the man who thinks he’s going to marry you?”

  Maverick demanded as he materialized beside her.

  A scream erupted from her as her whole body jumped.

  “Oh, my God!” she hollered as she took a swing at him.

  Maverick blocked it even while extremely impressed with her

  reactions. “What
the hell do you think you are doing?” Her

  hand covered her chest as she tried to calm her rapid breathing.

  “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  Tempest shook her head and retorted, “What the hell

  did you think was gonna happen when you jumped out of the

  dark at me?”

  He smiled at her reaction. “I didn’t jump out at you.”

  “Whatever. One minute you aren’t here then suddenly

  you are. I call that jumping out at me. You can call it whatever

  you want.”

  “Oh, I’ve been around,” he responded, his voice

  dropping lower. “I think you were just too damn busy to

  notice.” Maverick stepped closer to her.

  Tempest trembled. This man was dangerous. She tried

  to shrug nonchalantly.

  “How could you?” His question was a low growl.

  “How could I what?” Her head turned to keep an eye on

  him as he prowled around her.

  “Go from my arms into his.” Maverick back her up

  against the wall of her house. Strong arms boxed her in. “Did it

  mean so little to you?”

  Blinking slowly to give herself extra time, Tempest tried

  to ignore the masculine scent that seemed to permeated her

  pores. “We’ve already discussed that was nothing more than

  two people comforting one another. Want to tell me why you

  were waiting in the dark?”

  “Don’t change the subject. Is that the Flap who’s been

  wooing you?” He pressed closer to her.

  Dark eyes narrowed. “What the hell’s a Flap?”

  Maverick ran his tongue over his teeth. “Sorry. It’s

  someone in the Air Force. Now answer my question.”

  “What was your question?” Tempest was getting all

  muddled by his nearness.

  “That man, who dared put not only his hands but also

  his lips upon you, is that the one Dakota was talking about?”

  Shivering at the thought of him jealous, Tempest didn’t

  respond. Instead, she looked everywhere expect directly at

  him.

  “Look at me, Tempest,” he ordered. In case she wasn’t

  inclined to listen, he used one callused hand to help her.

  “Who that was is really none of your business,” she

  muttered softly.

  “Oh, my sweet, naive mitawin. This is all my business.”

  “No,” she protested as his face drew closer.

  “Yes,” he spoke against her lush lips. “You, Ms.

  Tempest, are all my business.”

  Licking her lips in an attempt to control her nerves, she

  shivered as her tongue swiped over his in the process. “I’m