As I dropped my sweater on the floor and shrugged out of my jeans, I called out, "Guess who I saw at the drugstore today."
Storm, in the middle of checking his messages from the Coshocton chapter, asked, "Who?"
"My mom."
His head whipped around so he could look at me. "Your mom?"
I nodded.
"Did she acknowledge you?"
I smiled. Shook my head.
His brow puckered as he clambered to his feet, and within seconds, he was hugging me, and I was right where I needed to be. "It’s her loss, baby girl."
"I know."
"Did she see Cyan?"
"No, I went alone."
He hummed. "I’m not sure if I’m glad about that or not. I’d hate to think that she’d have blanked Cyan as well." He gave me another squeeze. "I mean it, Keira. It’s her loss."
"Truly, I know. Before Coshocton…" I shrugged. "I’d probably have been upset but not now."
He grunted. "The old bitch is too stupid to realize what she’s missing out on." He pressed a kiss to my lips and when I let my tongue dart out to ensnare his, he shifted a little, grinding his dick into my belly, letting me feel both his hardness as well as the padlock.
For Christmas, he’d bought a gold chain and had had a jeweler weld the key to his padlock onto it alongside the first birthday gift he’d ever given me—the pendant with the Midsummer Night’s Dream quote on it. Touched as I was, it still amused me to think that his dick-lock was studded with diamonds.
I reached up and rubbed it between my fingers, murmuring, "Wish it wasn’t too cold for us to visit our spot on the hill."
He grinned. "There’s plenty of time for that. I’ll have to make sure we visit in the summer."
I grinned back, then let go of the lock and let my hands come up to cup his cheeks, holding him in place as I surged onto tiptoe so I could nip his bottom lip.
"Them’s fighting words," he mumbled against my mouth.
"I didn’t say a thing," I taunted with a soft laugh, releasing a shriek as he hauled me into his arms then tossed me onto the bed.
As he crawled between my legs, I smiled at him as I slipped my hand underneath my panties. When I played with my clit, he growled and grabbed the crotch then dragged it away so he had the perfect view of my pussy.
My hips rocked as I touched myself, enjoying it even more when he dragged his cock out and started jacking off. The visual obscenity of the padlock was something I was used to now, but seeing the tip, leaking precum, and an angry red, had me moaning at the sight.
Jerking upright, I snagged the key around my neck, then slotted it into the lock as he held his cock firm. He tossed it to the side as I bucked upright, tumbling us around so that I was on top. Grabbing his dick, I held it fast in my hand as I slipped it through my juices, before I notched it into my slit.
As I sank onto his thick, fat shaft, my head tipped back.
As I rode him, I let loose a garbled laugh that was a mixture of joy and love and need.
As I sped up, I let the freedom of being with Storm like this overtake me.
As I clutched at him with my pussy, I felt the bindings that tangled us together tighten even more.
And as I came, and his cock spurted inside me a bare half-second later, as I cried out my orgasm and he roared with his own, I felt a secret smile drift about my lips.
Tomorrow, I’d tell him we were going to have a baby. A baby that, before, he wouldn’t have wanted but I felt sure he would now.
Tonight was for us. Tomorrow was for our family.
Forty-Six
Keira
Four years after August 8th
Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day
A hiss escaped me when he spread my pussy lips apart, and I groaned when his damn phone was suddenly between us, and he started clicking.
"If you ever get hacked one day," I whispered, "I’ll kill you."
He snickered, but nipped my inner thigh before he moved my legs further apart. As he did, I felt his cum slipping out of me and, of course, he took another shot.
When he encouraged me to roll onto my belly, to go on all fours, I did, arching my back and peering at him over my shoulder as he took shot after shot once he’d pressed a kiss to his brand on my ribcage. It read, ‘Some angels are demons too.’ And I thought it fit us to a tee.
After Phoenix’s birth, I’d been, well, self-conscious. Of course, Storm had let me get away with that for about five minutes. Like always, he worshipped every inch of me, filling up the spaces in my self-esteem with the truth—at least, in his eyes.
Eventually, I’d started believing him, and, a little while later, I’d agreed to let him take pictures of us.
Ever since, his phone was usually close to hand whenever we had sex.
I’d admit that knowing he got such a visceral pleasure out of my body was a massive turn on. Two kids hadn’t been kind to it, but he still looked at me like I was a porn star.
Of course, to him, I was.
With a baby and two teens, it wasn’t always possible to be as accessible as he needed, and I’d agreed that if he needed to jack off, he could, so long as he sent me a photo in return. As a result, he used the pictures he took of me and then, later, for extra accountability, told me what in particular had made him come.
It worked. The lock and that seemed to keep him under control, and with the expansion of the chapter, how the businesses he’d invested in at the start of his presidency had exploded under his watch, with two teenagers and a toddler, life couldn’t really have been more stressful and yet, he was doing okay. Better than okay, I thought. We were strong. Stronger than ever.
"Put your fingers in your cunt," he rumbled, and I groaned but did as he asked.
My clit was still sparking with the pleasure he’d gifted me a few minutes ago, but I was used to this. Waking up to an orgasm and a photo shoot in the morning was pretty much how I started every day.
As I toyed with my pussy, I replied, "You know I hate that word."
"I love it. I love your cunt."
I grumbled but didn’t complain. Not when he leaned down and tongued my slit, not when he sucked my clit into his mouth again and got me off hard and fast. By the time I was humping his face, he was sliding back inside me and I groaned, pushed to the limit as he stuffed me full of his shaft.
The phone was flung aside, forgotten, as his hands clawed at my hips when he dragged me back onto his dick. I reached between us, fingering my tender clit again, knowing he wouldn’t get off until I did, and I worked myself harder, higher, faster, trying not to let the endless to-do list filter through my concentration.
Storm needed me, all in. If I wasn’t focused, he’d know, and he’d feel like a piece of shit. I was done with him feeling that way. It had taken three years and the birth of our son to get him to admit that Bear was right—that he was worthy. And in that time, I’d worked hard to show him how I loved him, how I didn’t want to live without him. How we were it for each other.
Soul mates, just as Bear had called it.
So I shoved aside the desperate state of our fridge, which was severely lacking groceries, and the schedules that were needed by the diner staff. I focused on us. Just us. Forever us.