Bad Storm (8 page)

“Wow,” I murmured.
I kept my eyes on the sinking sun, now halfway into the water. I had never
really thought that much about Mac’s life, and had no idea it was filled with
such tragedy. He was always just Trent’s handy, southern landlord to me.

“And Nick came
with Brandon as some kind of demon protector package deal. Worked out since
none of the rest of us had an other-worldly protector. So…there you have it. How
I became part of the Deston Pack. Not really exciting. Once you start living or
spending a lot of time with another wolf, they become part of your emotional
network. It’s kind of weird at first, and even though you aren’t one, your part
of it because of the imprinting. It’s like a defense mechanism.” Trent turned
to me and squeezed my hand under his.

“We have to
protect you now. Because being bound to one of us means your bound to all of
us. And there are some inherent dangers that come along with hanging out with
shifters.”

“You mean…more than
just the possibility that you’ll lose control,” I said more than asked. I felt
dread rolling around in the pit of my stomach.

“Yeah. People
don’t like us for being who we are, as I’m guessing Nick told you.”

I nodded,
remembering what he had told me about empaths all over the world, and how many
of them dedicated their lives to killing “impure” beings.

“So you basically
just have to fight to survive.” Suddenly, the pizza wanted to get its revenge. I
didn’t feel to good.

“Hey, I didn’t
mean to scare you.” There was something soft in his voice, and he picked up my
hand to his face, pressing his lips against them and closing his eyes for a
moment as he kissed it. “But this is what I brought you into. This is why I
hate myself.”

“It’s okay,” I
reassured him, even though I had no idea if I’d regret it later. But just
seeing him, touching him, made me want to be a part of everything he was a part
of, to be in his world and never be out of it.

“I love you, and
this is what I want.”

“Even if Fun Aim
is a super star band?” he said, and though I knew he was trying to joke, I
could see a tinge of jealousy in his eyes.

“Yeah, even if
they have millions of dollars and fans. I don’t care.” I scooted even closer to
him, so that our sides were pressed up against one another, the warmth from his
body transferring over to mine.

“But seriously,”
he said, his tone not changing. “I mean, you did have a thing with Aamir, and
you ran off with him and everything…I mean, I tied you to me. I feel like in a
way, I forced you to choose me. And that’s not right.”

The sun at this
point was nearly completely submerged in the sea. I rested my head onto Trent’s
shoulder, and pulled my arms around his torso, hugging his hard body tight.

“I’ve always
wanted to be with you. And…I mean, I’m not really comfortable talking about
Aamir, but yeah, we did have something. But anything I’ve had with any other
guy, even Jason…it was because I couldn’t have you. I was just trying to have
what I thought you could never give me. Can you blame me?”

He stayed quiet
for a minute. “No, I can’t,” he said finally. “I mean, I get it. I just feel so
guilty that I put you through so much.”

“Yeah well, you
kind of had a secret worth keeping,” I pointed out. He pulled his body away
from mine, so that he could look down into my face. I nearly lost my breath at
the sight of his handsome face, his gunmetal eyes staring down into mine.

“No more secrets.
Anything I feel, I’m going to tell you from now on, I promise,” he said.

I suddenly felt
strange, like him saying that bound me to do the same. I got a flash of the
necklace in my mind, but immediately pushed it back. I wondered if I should
tell him that I still had a piece of Aamir. But part of me felt like he
wouldn’t understand.

“Okay,” I said,
deciding to end the noise in my head by pressing my lips against his. He seemed
surprised, but his lips quickly melted into the kiss, and his strong hands
moved down my back, folding into the dip of my waist.

I eagerly brought
my hands up into his dark, soft hair and knotted my fingers behind his head,
forcing our kiss to be deeper, wetter.

He pulled away
after several wonderful minutes of making out and chuckled. “Maybe we should go
somewhere a little more private?”

I looked over my
shoulder to see that the guy and his son had already left, and there was no one
on the beach but us.

“We’re alone!” I
teased.

“Still, you know
I’m not a big PDA person.” He looked around back over his shoulder.

“You could have
fooled me with Lola…”

“Yeah well, she
would freak out if
 
I didn’t. I
mean, if you’re into that fine—”

“No,” I laughed,
“It’s not my thing either. Why don’t we go beneath the Crab Shack?” I
suggested, pointing to the old building on its own little dock above the sand.

“Alright,” Trent
agreed. “Only because the breeze is so nice. Then we should go to your place
and finish what we started. He winked suggestively. I watched his gaze go
southward to my protruding cleavage and I nudged him.

“Hey, don’t get
fresh with me!”

We laughed and he
picked up the pizza and I picked up the towel, and we ran up the beach,
playfully kicking sand in each other’s direction until we reached the quiet,
dark haven beneath the crab shack.

Before I could
even get the blanket down on the sand, Trent was on top of me, wrestling me for
a kiss. I laughed and he cut my giggles off with a heart-stopping kiss, long
and hard, rendering me breathless.

His thick hands
moved up my sides slowly, creeping up inch by inch as his hot tongue probed
deeper. I lost myself in his kiss, and was thrilled by his fingers resting just
beneath my bust, over my ribs. He moved his hands over my breasts, cupping them
in his firm, masculine hands, and I moaned, lost in his tender yet strong
touch.

He moved his mouth
down my neck and towards my collar bone. But I wasn’t content, just letting him
kiss me as I combed my hands through his hair. I wanted some power of my own.
So I pushed his chest and he responded, moving back as I pushed him further
onto the sand, bringing my body over his.

I could tell from
the smirk on his face that he liked it, liked me wanting to control him. I
kissed him slowly at first, teasing him with kisses that went from his mouth,
to his cheek and then down his neck, nibbling him occasionally, just hard
enough to make him exhale sharply.

I brought my hands
to his waist, snaking his shirt upwards, pressing my fingers against his warm,
radiating flesh. I broke away from kissing his neck to pull his shirt up over
his head, and then moved my palms over his pecs, moaning slightly as I kissed
the small patch of chest hair between them, moving my lips down to the ridge
between his abs.

He moved his hands
through my hair, and I brought my fingers to his waist, greedily undoing his
button and betraying my earlier, sultry and in control disposition.

I brought his
pants down slowly, just enough to reveal a slight bulge through his boxers. I
pushed two fingers over it, rolling them downwards until my fingers were
stopped, caught in the metal zipper.

“What if someone
finds us?” I whispered. Trent sat up and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me
on the lips. His bulge pressed against the front of my pelvis, and I shuddered,
just imagining his powerful member pulsing through me.

“I guess we’ll
have to be very, very quiet then,” he said, and though I could only see part of
his face thanks to the trickle of light coming through the boards from the
streetlights, I could tell he was grinning mischievously. I kissed him again,
desperate for his taste, and he snaked a finger down the front of my dress,
pushing the fabric up over my thigh and pressing against my eager nub of joy. I
suppressed a moan and let him know I was enjoying it by dropping my mouth into
an “O.” I titled my head back and just let myself enjoy the sensation for a few
moments, the hot, greedy lava pulsing through every inch of my body.

I could hear his
breathing getting heavier, and his bulge grew harder against me, the only thing
keeping him from entering me was our underwear. I opened my eyes and took in
the hungry look on his face, suddenly hungry for a bit of him myself. I brought
my right hand down to his crotch and rubbed the hardness beneath his cotton
boxers, faster and faster, until I was sure that the friction was doing its
job, because a low, gruff noise escaped his lips.

“We have to be
quiet,” I whispered, in love with our dirty game. Trent pressed his finger
harder against me, moving it in faster circles, obviously trying to bring me to
a breaking point. I bit my lip, desperately trying to fight back.

I moved my hand
under his elastic waistline and freed the tip of his massive, velvety rod. I
touch his smooth skin and I could feel him sinking into my touch. I moved my
cupped fingers over his tip, and he bucked his hips upwards a little bit,
pressing his cock through my hand and sending me bouncing, ever so slightly, up
in the air.

Then he did it
again, and again, bouncing me on his lap as we touched each other, mimicking
the thrusts of heavenly love-making. I could feel the urge and desperation
burst through my core, making my fingers shake slightly as I stroked his
manhood faster and faster. I moaned, the hot touch of his fingers causing a
beating pulse to grow louder within me, gripping my muscles and tensing them,
causing them to scream silently with pleasure.

“I’m going to
come,” I whispered, and that news must have really turned Trent on, because he
groaned a little, moving his hands faster until I burst, squealing as quietly
as I could as my muscles exploded with tension and then release, an eruption of
pleasure and bliss.

I huffed for a
moment, trying to catch my breath, and Trent kissed me lovingly on the side of
my face. I moved off of him, giving myself space so that I could bring his
joystick into my eager mouth. He exhaled sharply, and I knew he was almost
there.

I moved gently at
first, and then quickly, relishing in the movement of his hardness against my
slick mouth, the muscles inside of me still pounding with residual pleasure. He
came, gripping my hair and filling my mouth with a warm, sweet and slightly
acrid cum. Just feeling him explode inside of me, several times over, sent
shivers down my spine. I pulled away and swallowed, surprised by how painless
that was. I had managed to avoid swallowing cum my whole life, but I realized
for the first time that I might actually kind of like it.

“Sorry,” he
muttered.

“Why?” I asked,
quickly moving my hands over my mouth in case I had anything on my face. To my
relief, I didn’t.

“Well, because, I
should have warned you. It isn’t nice of me to…you know, come in your mouth.” I
could tell it was hard for him to say that last part, so I leaned in and pecked
him on the mouth, grateful for his thoughtful concern.

“Don’t worry, I
liked it,” I murmured seductively as I pulled away. Then I couldn’t help but
laugh at my own behavior. It was just that every second around him turned me
on, and I could hardly believe how long I had gone without being in touch with
this side of myself.

“Really?” he sounded surprised, but like he kind of liked
it. “Still, we shouldn’t have done that without getting tested.” Before I could
respond, though, I heard a noise above our heads. It sounded like someone was
walking on the wooden deck over us.

I grabbed Trent’s hand, fighting back a laugh as I imagined
it was probably just some kids tagging up the walls of the old building. But Trent
went rigid beside me, and I sensed strong dread and suspicion coming off of
him. It was weird, how it felt, hot and uncomfortable.

Then it came to me. The distinct aura of something
non-human, someone wolf-like. I clamped a hand to my mouth, holding back my
gasp. But I heard a voice speak, distinctly feminine, that did not belong to
whoever we were sensing. There were several more steps coming from another
direction, above us but more to the left. There was, at the very least, two
people there.

Trent jerked his head behind us, indicating towards the
incline of sand that met with a concrete wall. The ground was elevated, and had
the potential to make eaves-dropping easier. While I was afraid of making noise
and being caught, I nodded.

As we climbed up the sand people continued to move around
the deck, and the slight breeze brought a rustle through the palm trees that
made enough noise to cover any sounds our treading feet would make.

I was confused, because if we could sense a werewolf,
wouldn’t we be sensed? I imagined at the very least, Trent would be. But when I
looked to him, he betrayed no emotion. He was poised and listening intently.

‘
Trent
,’
 
I thought, working my hardest to relay
the message over to his mind. ‘
Why can’t
the werewolf sense us?
’ I asked.

He looked at me for a second. ‘
I don’t know. Maybe he or she can but is just letting us eaves-drop
.’

The thought sent chills through my spine. Then someone spoke
again. It was the same voice from before—and it struck me with
familiarity.