Secret Storm (11 page)

Oh wait... we're at my place.
She no
longer felt the urge to throw him out. Why had she wanted to in the
first place? She couldn't remember and she didn't want to. He'd
come to her and told her his story. He'd trusted her—not an easy
thing for him. She just wished he would let her help him.

That's right.
He'd said he didn't need
help; didn't need her. That's why she'd wanted to throw his ass out
the door.
Damn it, stop thinking so much.

Jack sighed and mumbled something, pulling
her closer. She looked at him—his eyes closed tight, a satisfied
smile on his face—and couldn't help smiling too. No confusion or
doubt this time. It felt good. Better than good.

She'd tested his control. Why had she
provoked him? Why had she enjoyed it? Why had she needed to let him
control her?
Weird.
Fun—
oh God, so much fun
—but
letting someone else take over bothered her. Almost as much as
anything he'd revealed—or hadn't revealed.

A missing piece of his puzzle still dangled
tauntingly out of reach. He still wouldn't trust her, but what
could be worse than what he'd already admitted? What kind of a
future could they have if he wouldn't trust her completely?
Damn
it, thinking too much again.
She wanted to know where they were
going after graduation, not wanting another long-distance
relationship. The last one had gone down in flames, and it still
burned.

Her head ached and so did her back. The hard
floor made a lousy mattress, so she gently nudged Jack awake.
"Let's go to my bedroom."

"Hmm?" He yawned. "Oh, yeah, a bed would feel
pretty good right now." He sat up and stretched, rubbing the
shoulder he'd been lying on.

She pointed him down the hall toward her
room, bending to pick up their scattered clothes. Her bra was
nowhere in sight. A lightning flash outside lit the room; the
blanket lay in a tangled heap on the floor, so she grabbed it and
shook it, her shredded panties landing on her feet. Heat shot
through her when she remembered how that had happened.

Why am I still in the living room?

Jack lay asleep in her bed when she got
there, lying on his side with his back to her and the blanket
draped over his hip. Thunder rumbled in the distance. She snuggled
up behind him, rested her head on the back of his strong shoulder,
and slid her arm around his waist. Her fingers brushed the hard
line on his stomach.

She'd seen that scar the other night, a long
slash that ran from his ribs to his navel, but had avoided asking
him about it. Had his father given it to him?

His hand closed on hers, stilling it. He
rolled over. "What are you doing?"

He would never tell her if she didn't ask.
"Wondering how you got that scar."

Anger drew his eyebrows together for a
moment, and then it disappeared, replaced by a false smile. "Oh no.
Your hand was all the way down to my...." His smile turned wicked.
"I think you're looking for trouble."

He slid close and kissed her as lightning lit
the dark room and thunder cracked, closer together this time.

But this time, she didn't plan to play along.
"I think you're avoiding my question."

"What question?" He closed his eyes and
nibbled her shoulder. When she didn't respond, he relaxed back on
the pillow, his hold on her loosening as he drifted off to sleep
again.

Damn stubborn man.
As he snored, she
fought the temptation to smack him awake and make him tell her
everything. That battle would wait for another day.

Sleep now. Gather strength for the argument
to come.

***

Something isn't right.
Not my bed.
Not my home. Am I safe here?

Jack opened his eyes and looked around
without moving a muscle. Sunlight filtered in through closed
curtains, lighting a neat, carefully decorated dresser against the
opposite wall. The mirror and the walls around it were covered with
photos of faces that looked vaguely familiar. The bed enveloped him
like a mother's hug, and the woman sleeping next to him held his
heart in his hands. Almost literally.

He smiled. Sara's palm rested on his chest,
his heart beating under it. Images of the night before chased sleep
from his brain.
Wow. How did things get so out of control?
He'd meant to be gentle with her, but seemed to remember ripping
her clothes off. A guilty smile found its way to his lips. He
shouldn't have enjoyed roughing her up, but she sure seemed to.
She'd
provoked
him
.

Sara moaned, and her fingers curled
involuntarily, digging into his chest. He winced and lifted her
hand.

"Oh sorry." She blinked at him. "I thought
you were my pillow."

"I am. I'll be your pillow anytime you
like."

"Mmm... nice." She closed her eyes again.

He touched her face, brushing her hair off
her cheek.
So beautiful.
"I love the way you look first
thing in the morning."

She arched a skeptical eyebrow. "You've never
seen me first thing in the morning."

"Yeah, but I love it already. Your hair is
all tangled and curled, your eyes are sleepy, and your body has a
few bite marks and scratches left from the things I did to
you."

She moaned and pressed her lips to his neck,
nibbling up to his ear. "Do you have any idea how hot you make
me?"

He kissed her wandering mouth. "Show me."

She smiled wickedly, then took his hand and
put it between her legs.

"You're wet," he whispered.

Her hand slid down his stomach. "You're
hard."

"We should do something about that. Come on."
He threw back the covers and pulled her toward the bedroom
door.

They stopped to make sure no one lurked in
the hallway, then scurried to the bathroom.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I thought a nice hot shower would feel
good." He waited for it to get warm before pulling her in with
him.

"Mmm... I like." She kissed him, pressing her
wet, slick body against his. "We need to wake up like this more
often."

"Mm-hmm." He moaned as her fingers tangled in
his wet hair, pulling it back from his face while he held her under
the warm water, kissing, kissing....

She gasped when her back touched the cold
tile wall.

"Relax. Let me warm you."

Jack stroked her wet body with his hands,
exploring and tasting. He hadn't fully enjoyed her during last
night's heated rush, so he took his time—nibbling her ears, nipping
her neck, tugging her nipples with his teeth. She squealed so he
kept tugging, directing the showerhead at one breast while fondling
the other, pulling her nipple into his mouth, circling it with his
tongue.

***

Her legs turned to jelly, but Jack held her
up. His mouth moved down her stomach, and she held on to his
shoulders as his tongue slipped between her thighs. "Ohh...."

He stood up and pointed the shower spray
lower.

The water tickled her pink flesh, relentless,
insistent, and she giggled.
Must get away. Turn off water.
Ooo... wait. What's he doing to me?

On his knees, tasting her, he slid the tip of
his finger inside her, making circles right at the edge. Completely
at his mercy and loving every minute of it, she groaned and sighed.
"You're such a tease."

He chuckled. "Is this what you want?" He slid
his finger in deep, stroking and thrusting. "Or do you want
something else?"

Does he really expect an answer?
She
didn't want to choose. He could do anything he wanted and she would
enjoy it. "Don't ask me what I want, tell me." She moaned when his
tongue replaced his finger. "Don't even tell me. Just fuck me."

***

She's doing it again.
Pushing him
beyond control, begging him for something frightening. It should
have scared her too, but she didn't give up.

He stood up, dragging his wet body against
her, rubbing his hard cock between her thighs. "Do you know what
you're telling me to do?"

She looked into his eyes. "Yes. I'm not
afraid." She slid her hands into his wet hair as she kissed him,
holding him tight.

In one fluid motion, he picked up her legs
and wrapped them around his hips, burying his cock inside her.
"This is what you want."

"Yes." She smiled victoriously, gasping as he
took her against the shower wall, pounding her against the hard
tile. "Oh God yes." She dug into his shoulders, unable to move.

Why is she doing this to me?
She knew
he needed to stay in control of his actions, but she'd pushed him
past his limits twice now. How could she say she wasn't afraid when
she didn't know everything? She had no idea how dangerous he could
be.

The water turned cold, but their bodies
stayed hot. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head
back, taking his mouth with hers. She came, but he refused to break
their kiss. Even when his body rocked so hard he stumbled back
against the opposite wall, he wouldn't put her down.

She panted into his mouth, riding the shock
waves as the cold shower sprayed icy needles on her hot skin. Then,
just as the cold became unbearable, he turned off the water and
wrapped Sara in a towel, rubbing her dry, lingering in places she
liked.

"Mmm... that's nice. Right there. Keep doing
that."

"As you wish." He chuckled and did everything
she asked, while attempting to wrestle the towel from between them
and drag her to the bedroom.

"Hey!" She clutched the towel to her breasts
while he tried to pull it down. "Help me find my bra."

"No." He grinned and gave the towel another
yank, but she held on and laughed, struggling to keep her grip.

"You threw it, you go look for it."

"Oh all right. But that doesn't mean I'm
gonna give it back to you." He let go of the towel and began
searching the living room, tossing pillows and kicking the blanket
aside.
Where'd the damn thing go?
Something out of place
caught his eye, and he strolled into her bedroom with her bra
dangling from his fingers.

"Where did you find it?"

"Hanging from a cabinet in the kitchen."

She whistled. "Good arm. Why aren't you the
quarterback?"

"Because once I get my hands on something, I
don't let go." To demonstrate, he scooped her up in his arms and
carried her to the bed, holding tight as they tumbled onto the
mattress.

"Mmm... you're very good with your hands."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The towel came loose, and he took advantage
of the opportunity, wrestling it away and kissing her bare skin.
His cell phone rang as she tried to pull his shirt off.

"Damn it." Jack looked at the number. "It's
just Austin." He hit the ignore button and fell on top of her,
kissing her all over while she giggled.

The phone rang again.

She groaned. "Damn, he's persistent."

"I'll make him go away." He grabbed his phone
and sat up. "What?" he growled.

Jack only heard half Austin's answer because
he was so distracted by Sara clinging to his back, her soft naked
breasts and hard perky nipples pressing against his skin. "Sorry.
What did you say?"

She nibbled on his neck, her tongue flicking
his ear while her hands slid down his chest and rubbed between his
thighs, making his cock jump in response.

Damn woman.
He reached around behind
her and pulled her down onto his lap. She squealed and he leaned
over to kiss her quiet.

Finally Austin said something that got his
attention. "Oh, sorry, I forgot." He gave Sara an uncomfortable
smile. "I'll call you right back."

"What did you forget?"

"Austin and I are playing football in the
park with the guys today. Wanna come?"

Her eyes looked uncertain, but she smiled.
"Yeah, sounds like fun. Let me get dressed." She stood up, glanced
around the room, and picked up the discarded towel. "Where's my
bra?"

"I have no idea." He grabbed her around the
waist and they fell back on the bed, laughing in each other's
arms.

Sara spotted her friend at the picnic tables,
unpacking sandwiches and chips.

"Hi." Jane smiled knowingly. "Don't you look
happy this morning?"

She looked at her watch. "Afternoon."
Wow.
Where did the morning go?
Hot steamy sex in the shower, then
fooling around in her bed, making out at every red light on the way
over....

From the corner of her eye, she caught Austin
and Jack grinning at each other. She pretended to pay attention to
Jane while eavesdropping on the guys.

"So?" Austin said.

"So... what?"

"I haven't seen you this happy in a long
time."

"Nope."

"You didn't wake up alone this morning, did
you?"

"No, but if I start singing like you, punch
me."

"I do not sing," Austin snapped. "Did you
talk to her?"

"I always talk to her."

"Did you
talk
to her?"

Jack nodded. "We talked."

"And then?"

"And then we argued."

"Uh-oh."

"Oh no." A sly smile twisted Jack's lips.
"Arguing is great foreplay."

"You've got that right." Austin laughed. "So
you made up."

"Oh yeah."

"Good. I like seeing you happy."

"I like it too."

Sara wanted to be happy, but the things Jack
had left unsaid last night loomed on the horizon. She knew that
sooner or later, something would overshadow the happiness they were
just starting to build. But until then, she would make a point of
enjoying the day.

Jane called everyone over to the table.
"Lunch is ready."

"Did you make the salami and cream cheese
sandwich?" Jack searched the table full of food.

"This one's just for you." Jane handed him a
sandwich.