The Mighty Storm (The Storm, #1)

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice soft, lifting his head to look at me.

“I’m better than okay.” I reach up and pull his mouth back down to mine.

He moves his hand out from under me, but I leave my hips lifted, meeting him, as he slowly pulls out and then rocks back into me, going in a little further, a little deeper.

I moan in line with the feeling.

“Jesus, Tru,” he groans, gently biting down on my lip. “You feel amazing.”

I try not to think of how many women he’s said the very same thing too.

Then as if reading my mind, he stops moving inside me.

Holding my face with his hand, fingers buried deep in my hair, he stares down at me in the darkness.

“It’s always been you, Tru. Always.”

And suddenly it doesn’t just feel like we’re having sex anymore. It feels intense, meaningful.

It feels like he’s making love to me.

I know it’s stupid, because Jake doesn’t do love.

But for this moment, I want to believe it. I want to believe his words. I want to believe that it’s always been me.

Because if I’m throwing everything I have away with Will for this moment, then I need to believe it’s worth it.

Jake takes hold of my hand, entwining our fingers, he rests them beside my head on the pillow, his other cupping my face, he kisses me, his pace picking up, moving further inside me, and now I’m used to his size, I let him, needing this and more.

“Fuck,” he groans. “This is ... Tru … you feel … fuccckk.”

I move my mouth from his, kissing his jaw, nipping his skin with my teeth. Knowing that I’m doing this to him, making him feel this way, makes me feel hot, sexy and uninhibited.

So totally unlike me.

And I surprise myself, when I hear the words escaping my husky sounding mouth, “Sit up, Jake.”

A brief pause while he meets my eyes.

Understanding what I want, Jake puts his arm under my back, lifting me with him, staying inside me, he sits back onto his heels with me straddling him.

With my hair damp and flowing down my back, I place my hands on his shoulders. Very slowly, I start to move up and down on his length. In this position I can have as much or as little of Jake as I want, and I want all of him.

His hands are on my hips, moving with me. Then they’re on my breasts, then upwards tangling into my hair and he’s pulling my face to his, kissing me again.

It’s like he doesn’t know which part of me he wants to touch the most.

And I like that he’s this out of control over me.

I start to move faster and faster, and before I know it I feel the build inside me, so soon and so intense, I couldn’t hold off even if I wanted to.

“Oh, Jake,” I groan as I come forcefully, like I’ve never come before, exploding all around him.

While I’m coming, Jake drives me back into the bed, and starts to fuck me hard, then he’s tensing, rigid, calling out my name.

We lay, panting breathless for minutes after, both coming down from our high.

Jake moves off me, lying beside me, he takes his condom off, tying a knot in the end, he drops it to the floor and pulls me into his arms.

“That was amazing,” he murmurs, kissing my hair. “I wish we’d done this year’s ago.”

I can’t find the words to speak.

Because he’s right, we should have done this year’s ago, before he left. Pre-Will.

Guilt washes over me like a tidal wave, taking everything with it.

But then if we had, had sex all those years ago, he would have ruined me, because I would have never recovered from it. I would have never recovered from him.

Because I know unequivocally I’ll never recover from this, from what we’ve just done.





Chapter Fourteen





Where the hell is that music coming from?

Adele. Crap, my phone’s ringing and it’s in my bag in the living room.

I untangle myself from a very naked Jake, and make a dash for my bag.

Grabbing it off the sofa I rip it open, retrieve my phone and answer without looking at the caller display.

“Hello,” I say breathless.

“Why are you out of breath?”

Vicky.

“Because I was in bed and my phone was in the living room.”

“And were you in bed with Jake?”

What?!

“What?”

“Jake – is it true?” she asks with a conspiratorial tone to her voice.

I look around the room suspiciously. I’m half-expecting her to jump out on me any second now.

“Is what true about Jake?” My voice trembles slightly, and I curse it.

“Tru, stop evading – is it, or is it not true that you and Jake are sleeping together?”

My heart stops in my chest. No beating, no nothing. I think I may actually be dead right now. And it would so serve me right if I was.

“No!” I exclaim, coming back to life. “Why would you ask that?” I try to keep my voice steady, but it did wobble a little again, I’m just hoping she didn’t notice.

“You so are!”

“No. I’m not.” I put my best ‘I’m not fucking kidding’ voice on.

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