Storm by Aria Ray

Chapter Twenty

Zoe

The driver parked the car and I got out. Some of the other MC guys were hanging around the motel.

“How’s your sister?” one of them asked.

“She’s doing much better. Where is Storm?”

“In his room.”

I walked to the room we’d shared. I actually expected one of the guys to stop me from entering but none did. Then I remembered that they all still thought I was actually in a relationship with him, that I was his old lady.

I opened the door to a dark room. I stood in the doorway for a moment, waiting for my eyes to adjust. I could sense him in the room, even though I couldn’t see him.

“Storm?” I murmured when I stepped in and quietly shut the door.

He didn’t reply, so I walked towards the bed. I could see him now, sleeping on his back with the sheets half-pulled up over his naked body. His shoulder was bandaged. I had a sudden urge to shake him awake and ask if the wound was painful.

Then I noticed the glass of water on the bedside table beside a pack of pills. The medic had clearly given him some painkillers, which was probably why he was sound asleep.

“What are we going to do now?” I murmured. I didn’t even know what I was asking exactly. I didn’t know what I felt.

I should have been elated that Alison was back. I should have been relieved that I could now return to my life. That wasn’t what I was feeling. The more I stared at Storm, the more I knew things had changed. The idea of never seeing Storm again was painful, and I didn’t know why.

The sensible thing to do would have been to leave. Instead, I climbed into bed beside him. Within minutes, I had fallen asleep, too, with the sound of his soft breathing in my ear.

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I woke up with a start, a fading scream still floating in the air. I’d been having nightmares.

Alison had been in my arms, and the warehouse had gone up in flames. While the fire had roared behind us, I laid Alison down on the ground and had tried to shake her awake, but she wouldn’t open her eyes. I had been screaming and sobbing in my sleep and then…

I sat up in bed quickly and saw Storm.

He wasn’t lying in bed beside me, though. Instead, he was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. Naked from the waist up, his tattoos stretched over his bulging biceps. The bandage on his shoulder had turned a little bloody overnight. It needed to be changed, but he didn’t seem to notice.

His eyes were focused on me, his face was stony and dark with his lips pressed together in a firm line. I could see there was something on his mind. Something…disturbing?

Even though I wasn’t naked, I pulled the sheets up around me.

“Have you just been sitting there watching me?” I asked.

“What are you doing back here, Zoe? When did you come back?” His voice was firm and deep. From the sound of it, he didn’t even want me here. His disapproving tone was like a punch to the gut.

“I wanted to see you. I guess I wanted to make sure you were doing alright,” I replied in a shaky, weak voice.

“This is nothing,” he growled and glanced at the wound on his shoulder, then turned his critical eyes on me again.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you didn’t want me here.” I spoke sharply, pushing the sheets off me and standing up. He tracked me with his deep blue eyes as I strode over to the door, fully intending on leaving.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to the hospital to be with my sister,” I snapped.

He came at me in a flash before I even knew what he was about to do. He put a hand on the door, obstructing my path.

“You’re here now, so we should talk,” he growled.

“I didn’t realize we had anything to talk about.”

Storm glared at me from under his hooded lids. His jaws were clenched like he was still in pain, then he lifted his hands, placing them both on the door so that I was trapped between his arms. I had no choice but to stare into his dangerous eyes.

He was dangerous to me. He had the ability to completely turn my life upside-down.

“Are you okay, Zoe?” he asked in a softer tone.

“I think I am now. I wasn’t okay last night.”

“You had to go to the hospital with your sister. If you didn’t, you would have hated yourself for it. I couldn’t let you stay with me.”

“I know that,” I replied as he brought his face closer to me.

“I am the last person you need to worry about, Zoe,” he continued. I could feel his hot breath on my nose now. His lips were so close to mine, I could taste them.

I didn’t know why, but I felt like kissing him would solve everything.

“I’m not worried about you,” I lied, “You’re a big boy and you can take care of yourself.”

Storm didn’t reply. Instead, he swiftly lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him, and he ground himself into me. His mouth rushed to meet mine.

The hardness of his cock burned through his clothes and straight to my core, lighting it on fire.

His tongue slid down the length of mine, up to tickle the roof of my mouth, and then it disappeared. He growled, catching my upper lip in his teeth before taking our kiss even deeper.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him as if my life depended on it. I couldn’t breathe. Not with his muscles and tattoos surrounding me, pressing me to the door. Not after that kiss.

Just when I thought our kiss was coming to an end, he pulled me away from the door and carried me to the bed.

When he bent at the waist, I slid off and my back hit the bed. I ached for him. Couldn’t stay still. Throbbing and wet, I reached for him.

Storm caught my shirt, dragged it off me sideways, and tossed it aside. My tight jeans. My panties and bra. Everything came off in a matter of moments. I was completely naked on the bed before I knew it. Completely exposed.

He stared at me with dark, hooded, blue eyes while he undid his pants. I ached harder at the sight of his cock. Storm grabbed his thick shaft and stroked himself as if he knew that it would wreck my senses even more. His eyes flitted over me. My breasts. My belly. Lower.

I pressed my thighs together.

He lowered himself on his knees in front of me.

“You can’t hide from me, Zoe,” he said in a low gruff voice.

It was true. Somehow, body and soul, I was completely exposed to him.

Storm pulled me into his arms and kissed me again. I reached down between us so I could feel his cock in my hand. Big and strong.

Mine? At least for today.

He groaned into my mouth when I started stroking him. Strong and dangerous but putty in my hands when I stroked him. My sliver of control was enjoyable but wouldn’t last.

And then the moment ended.

Storm growled and pulled away from the kiss. He twisted me around, pushing me down on the end of the bed.

He held my ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing and examining their shape. His cock, hot and hard, rested against one ass cheek. Moaning, I arched my back and wiggled my ass.

He slapped it. Hard.

I gasped, balling the bedsheet in my fist.

Storm leaned over me, molding his front to my back. I sensed his mouth hovering near my ear but forgot how to form a sentence when his fingers found my clit.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, Zoe?” he asked in my ear, “I lose all control when you’re around me.”

Goosebumps flooded everywhere, and the hair at the back of my neck stood up. Storm’s hot breath raced down my back while his fingers stroked my clit. I was so damned hot and ready for him. So…

He thrust into me without warning. Stretched but aching for more, I gaped at the bedsheets. My breath hung until he slammed his full length into me. I gasped long and loud, gripping the bedsheets tighter to brace myself.

I was going to be sore, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking about the consequences of our actions. All I wanted in that moment was to be with him, to feel close to him.

Storm pushed himself in and slid out, then thrust himself back into me again. My body shook, and so did the bed. He pulled my knees off the mattress and onto the carpet. His arms covered mine when I stretched them over a corner of the bed, sinking my face into the coolness of the sheets.

Lethargy gripped my muscles. I basked in the protective weight of his body covering mine. The flex of his muscles pushed me against the mattress with every thrust. In that moment, a profound realization struck me. I had never felt this fulfilled before with any man. But why him?

Did I want him only because we would never work?

But we worked! We fit together perfectly. We moved together so fucking well.

Storm’s hands spread goosebumps from my wrists to my elbows. He stood up, straightening from covering me. One strong thrust drove his cock deep. So damn deep.

I tried to look at him over my shoulder, but he pushed my head down again. With my cheek to the mattress, his fingers slid through my hair, and he leaned in again to surround me.

Working his hips to gain the right angles, he said, “Come for me, woman.”

That was all I needed to hear. The most intense orgasm I’d ever felt swept over me. Every fresh bump of Storm’s cock intensified it further. I writhed underneath him, reveling over the fact that I would enjoy him fucking me all damn day. I would enjoy every last minute of it. I almost felt like begging him. Then, he exploded with a grunted curse and more of his weight settled on me. He was still buried deep inside.

It wouldn’t last forever. In a few moments, this was all going to be over, so I tried to savor the feeling of him inside me. Filling me. So deep.

My clit still throbbed as he pulled himself out. His hand traveled all over my back like he was examining my shape, and then he stood up straight.

I didn’t even want to turn and look at him, afraid of what I would see on his face.

“I need to go talk to the others,” he said as he pulled up his jeans.

“Okay, sure, yeah,” I mumbled and crawled back into bed. I pulled the sheets around me.

I wished he didn’t have to leave.