Bad Storm (4 page)

“Bailey,” he groaned. And something about the way he said my
name, the dark, tantalizing allure of it, made me wild inside. I moved my
kisses southward. I was going to have him, and he was going to say my name
again. I wanted it. I needed it.

I found the bulge of his jeans and kissed through the denim,
the specific Trent-smell, aftershave and old spice, came through and flooded my
senses. I undid his button and zipper desperately pulling the jeans down
quickly, releasing his surprisingly large member to tent in his boxers.

“Oh fuck,” I said in surprise, staring at the largest
hard-on I had ever seen in my life.
 
I couldn’t control the desperate beating of my heart as I stared at it,
but I didn’t want to. I could feel my core igniting, the deep longing balling
up in the pit of my stomach.

“Wait,” he said, and he kneeled down to greet me and kiss my
face, keeping me from his amazing cock.

“I want it,” I pouted between greedy kisses.

“Ladies first,” he said before grabbing me and lifting me
up.

“OH MY GOD!” I yelped. Seriously, what was it with guys throwing
me around all of a sudden?

He tossed me on the bed with a flourish and dived in after
me, landing above me with a thud and an insane look on his face, like he was
going for the kill.

And oh, was it hot as hell. He kissed me one last time
before snaking downwards, pulling my panties off and kissing my aching clit,
pulling it into his lips with intense ferociousness and finesse.

I cried out in pleasure, pulling my fingers into his back
and tossing my head against the soft mattress. I was going, going, gone in a
world of thundering intensity, and I came hard, orgasming quicker and harder
than I could have imagined.

“Holy shit!” I cried as the rolling wave overtook me. “I’m
coming!”

Trent met my mouth and kissed me eagerly as I came and I tried
to regain my breath, my tender nub still throbbing with sensitive delight.

“That was amazing,” I sighed.

“I’m not done with you.” He moved a finger to my opening and
tracing my nether lips.

“What are you going to do now?” I joked, but I could hardly
speak above a whisper, I was so worn out.

“I’m going to make up for all the years we didn’t touch each
other,” he said, looking deep into my eyes as two of his calloused fingers
found their way inside of me, plunging into my eager depths. I moaned at the
thrilling sensation, and he pulled in and out, his fingers sliding against my
slick walls.

I was losing myself to his touch again, slipping away from
reality. He brought his lips over my left breast and took my left nipple into
his mouth.
  
I felt myself open
for him, moist and ready.

“I want you,” I huffed, trying desperately not to lose my
breath. “Please.”

I could feel something pull between us again, as if our
bodies were magnetized to one another. Everything around us faded away, and
there was only him as he searched my face, a hard look of longing in his.

“You really want me,” he growled, more a statement than a
question. I was floored by his sultry voice, a canine lust reverberating
through his words. But before I could respond, though words were failing me
completely, he said, “I want you too.”

I shuddered at his words and he kissed my forehead, fumbling
around with his discarded pants on the floor to produce the aluminum condom
square. He quickly pulled it on, and repositioned himself so that his lips were
hovering over mine.

 
And I felt him
thrust between my thighs, his hardness thrusting inside of me. I gasped and
turned to butter, falling into the downy mattress beneath me.
 
Every thrust was filled with longing
that had been built between us for years, shattering through all of my
fantasies and forcing the hot, searing reality inside of me.

He kissed me, deeply and passionately, stuffing his hot
tongue into my mouth as his dick pressed up against my g-spot. Searing delight
raced through my body, pulsing in my veins.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, bucking his hips faster and faster,
making me delirious with joy and wonton lust. Everything disappeared and I just
felt him, his beating heart, his labored breathing, racing inside of me like
shooting stars, bundles of fire igniting every inch of me with their fiery
touch.

I pulled my legs over his sinewy back, the last, delicious
thing I felt before falling into my second orgasm of the night, bursting and
rolling with a sinful delight, so charged with power and fire that I thought I
had died and gone to heaven.

I screamed out towards the ceiling, arching my back and
pulling him in deeper as my muscles clenched and went into spasm. I heard a
groan escape him as he collapsed onto of me, covering my body with his.

I kissed his neck and collarbone, realizing with an electric
thrill that he was mine. I could hear Rudolph in the other room, his
high-pitched voice and Trent’s deep breaths the last thing I heard before
drifting off to sleep.

The next morning I awoke, the sun filtering through the
small gap between my curtains, right onto my face. I pushed myself up and
rubbed my eyes, shocked for a moment when I caught sight of Trent’s naked body
beside me.

‘
What the…
’ I
thought before remembering our raunchy night. Goosebumps raced down my flesh,
and I smiled to myself, watching his serene face. He was surprisingly handsome
while he was asleep, in a different way than when he was awake. His closed lids
and parted lips made him look vulnerable and sweet instead of just the sexy
sarcastic guy he normally was.

I traced my eyes downward towards his bare chest, peaking
out over my comforter. I suppressed a giggle, surprised that he would choose to
wrap himself up in a South Floridian night. Then my eyes caught sight of the
massive tent at his crotch, and I felt a warmth ignite between my legs.

In addition to forgetting our sultry night, I had forgotten
about how well-endowed he was. And boy, was it a delight to remember.

I brought the comforter slowly downwards, lifting it
ever-so-gently up over his stiff manhood. He stirred and I stopped for a
moment, relieved when his steady breathing continued.

I stifled a moan at the sight of his turgid member, and
suddenly had an excellent idea. I got up from the bed and tip-toed to my
closet, not at all surprised by what a heavy sleeper he was. As long as I had
known Trent, he was always the kind to sleep in and be late for class. I pulled
on my blue terry-cloth robe and tip-toed out to the kitchen.

It didn’t seem like Sierra was up yet, and I exhaled a sharp
sigh of relief as I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a can of
whipped cream.

“What are you doing?”

I spun around and put a hand to my heart. “You scared me!” I
hissed. Sierra just laughed, dressed up in her black work pants and matching visor,
he apron folded over her forearm. Sierra’s schedule at The Cafe Doomsday wasn’t
really consistent, so I was never sure if she had a night shift or morning
shift.

“You can’t give me any shit about my eating habits if your
going to be eating
that
for breakfast,”
she snorted.

“I…um…” I looked around sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, I saw Trent’s car in the parking lot. I get
it. Turns out you made your choice after all. And you’re getting a little bit
kinky,” Sierra winked and I blushed. Kinky was definitely her terrain, not
mine.

“Well…I just had an idea…” I mumbled, looking away from her
smug face. I felt weirdly uncomfortable as I remembered that Sierra didn’t even
remember that I ran off with Aamir.

 
“Yeah, yeah.
You’ll have to give me all the dirty details later, or else I’m going to be
late for work.” she walked past me and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge
door. “By the way, did you want me to ask Dan about getting your job back? They
haven’t replaced you yet.”

“Oh yeah, my job,” I groaned. “Yeah, mention to him that I’m
back, I’ll stop by at some point,” I said, wondering how I had managed to get
so caught up with things to forget about trying to get a job. Normally, this
would be the first thing I’d be worried about. But since I was banging my best friend
who was a werewolf…well, I guess my priorities were slipping away from me.

“Alright, see you later.” She said, picking her purse up
from the couch and walking towards the door. “And remember,” she called out
over her shoulder, “there’s no such thing as too much fun!”

I shook my head and grinned to myself as she shut the door
behind her. I looked down at the can of whipped cream in my hand, and feeling
slightly ridiculous, but also kind of sexy, I sneaked back into my bedroom.

Trent was still sound asleep, his turgid wood saluting the
ceiling. I took a deep breath.

‘
Come on. You’ve
always wanted to do something like this
,’ I urged myself. I snuck up over
to him and sprayed the whipped cream in my hand, slowly moving it over his
silky hardness. I closed my eyes and shuddered at the smooth sensation. It was
soft and delicious, and I could only imagine how good it would taste.

I opened my eyes and giggled at the sight of his member
covered in the white, cloud-like cream. I brought my mouth over it, the sweetness
caressing my mouth.

He stirred again, and this time I heard him groan a bit. I
took his cock deep into my mouth, letting his thickness slide down to the back
of my throat.

“Good morning,” he said, looking up with at me with a
bemused grin. I pulled my mouth off him and smiled.

“Good morning to you too,” I replied before moving myself
back down his length, cradling his balls with my tongue. A low, guttural noise
came from his mouth and reverberated through my body, sending me in a dizzying
delight. I played with him, moving my hands and mouth over him until he nearly
lost it , and he sat up and threw me back on the best, growling and smiling as
he pinned my wrists up by my head.

“You’re a tease,” he said, and I giggled. He kissed me all
over my face, keeping my hands firmly above my head and clasping my thighs
together with his.

“Well you’re keeping me prisoner. There’s not much I can do
to prove otherwise.”

“True,” he grinned. “I guess I’ll just have to have my way
with you…”

But before he could have his way with me, a flash filled my
mind. It was Lola, and though I couldn’t tell quite what was going on, I could
see her face in my mind, clear as day. Something was not right.

“Crap,” Trent muttered.

“What’s happening?” I said, sitting up as he released my
hands.

“She’s probably off being crazy again. The thing is, we
can’t afford any more sightings. They get people unsettled, and not to mention
the Knights…”

His face clouded over for a second. I gave him a look, but I
understood. My romantic history aside, the Cyrus people really didn’t seem like
people we wanted to get involved with if we didn’t have to.

“I still feel really bad about Lola,” I admitted, glancing
over at him with a look of remorse.

“Yeah. Me too.” He clenched his jaw. “You may not believe
me, but I really did swear that I would imprint her once we got married. I
never thought I’d…” he looked at me, and I felt a wash of guilt overcome me. I
had avoided thinking about Lola so far, mostly because it was easy to peg this
as her fault. To make her out to be the bad guy. But really, I couldn’t blame
her. If I were in her shoes I would kill me. And somehow, I wouldn’t put it
past her to try.

“Yeah, I fucked up. This is my fault just as much as it is
yours. I should go talk to her,” I said, biting my lip nervously as I imagined
facing that horrific wolf from my dreams.

Trent shook his head. “This is my fault. I was the one
engaged to her, not you. Besides…I get why you want to apologize, but she’s
definitely not in a good space right now. Even if she
wasn’t
a wolf, I would be afraid for what she might do to you.
She’s…intense.” He turned his cobalt eyes on me and I nodded. As much as I knew
I needed to apologize, now was definitely not the time.

“Alright. I guess you should go take care of that then. I
have to go run a few errands anyway,” I said, thinking about the coffee shop
job and how I hadn’t stopped by to see my mother yet.

“Well…we’ll have to rain check this then.” Trent moved in to
kiss my forehead. He stood up and searched around the room for his clothes,
finding them on the floor by the foot of the bed.

“Last night was pretty wild, huh?” He shook his head with a
smile.

“Yeah. I watched him in awe as he pulled his clothes on. I
couldn’t figure out how I got there, to that moment in my life. Even if I knew
the hard facts they were so bizarre and hard to believe that it was like I was
dreaming.

“Hey,” Trent said, walking over to me after he pulled his
shirt over his head. “This is all moving really fast but…I just wanted you to
know that last night was probably the best night of my life.”

My heart leapt into my throat. “Haha,” I muttered
sarcastically, but as I searched his eyes I saw no hint of a playful smile.

“I mean it,” he said, moving his face closer to mine, the
sliver of light from the window falling on his hard, chiseled cheek.

“Don’t play with me, Trent.” My voice was barely above a
whisper. I knew then that I could never have the upper hand. I was completely
and utterly his, and while it was scary, it was invigorating.

 
“I’m not, Bailey,”
he said in his low, husky voice before he closed the gap between us for a final
kiss.

I was chopping up
some onions for dinner when my phone went off. It was the pop song I had
assigned to my home number. It was strange, picking up my phone and thinking
about all the things I hadn’t told my mother. I hadn’t even told her I was back
in town. Feeling slightly guilty, I answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“
Mija
! How are you? I miss you!” she said
in her shrill voice. I pulled the phone away from my ear for a moment,
grimacing. My mother had always been the loudest person I knew. She didn’t mean
to be, it was like she was yelling half the time.

“I’m good Mom,” I
started, cradling the phone against my ear and walking away from the onions. I
didn’t want her to hear my sniffling, but it was too late.

“
Que p
asó
? Are you OK?” she
asked, worry in her voice.

“Yeah, mom. Sorry,
I was cutting onions.”

“Oh, you are
cooking? I didn’t think
 
you would
have times for that on the road!” she said.

“About that,” I cringed
a little. “Well, I wanted to surprise you but…we decided to come back!” I faked
some enthusiasm, but my voice fell flat.

“What do you mean,
mija
?”

“Um, I just got
back to my apartment,” I said, trying to remain vague.

“What?!” she
exclaimed. “When did that happen?”

“Um, not to long
ago,” I said quickly, “I mean, really I just got back. The tour got canceled
because…um, Trent’s sick? Yeah, Trent’s sick.”

Oh the lies that
would follow me to my grave. Good thing my mom’s gullible. I need an extra set
of hands to count the amount of times I told her it was written in the
sky—but I’m also pretty sure she doesn’t know what the word gullible
means.

“Oh no! Is he
okay?!” She sounded alarmed. I flopped onto my couch and fought the urge to
sigh.

“Yeah…he’s better.
I’ll come see you guys tonight,” I said, feeling guilty that it wasn’t the
first thing I did upon arriving in Deston.

“Please,
reina
, that would be so nice. And you
can see Sierra! She is here visiting.”

“What?” I said,
blinking my eyes in confusion.

“Yes! She is
visiting Tony, I think it’s because she misses you. Very cute.”

A million thoughts
raced through my mind. Why would she be visiting my house and not tell me about
it? And why would she go visit my brother? It couldn’t be because she missed
me. I was back.

Dread filled my
stomach. Because I knew Sierra better than the back of my hand. Tony was her
type. Tall, dark, and super mentally disturbed.

“Oh.” I could feel
my heart sinking in my stomach. “Well, I guess I’ll have to come and say hello
to her. Don’t tell her I’m coming though,” I added. I wanted her to explain
herself—she was so good at crafting lies that I wanted to catch her off
guard. I wanted her explanation to be earnest. I wanted her to tell me that it
wasn’t what I thought.

“Okay
mijita
, it will be a nice surprise!” she
laughed.

“Yeah, I’ll be
right over.” I jumped to my feet and walked briskly over to my room, my heart
pounding furiously.

“Aren’t you
cooking?”

“I want to see you
more,” I said quickly.

“Okay, I’ll cook
something up for you! Love you!”

“Bye mom, love you
too,” I said before hitting the end call button. I dressed myself in a flurry,
not paying attention to much more than getting a top and bottom on my body and
pulling my hair back in a clip. I was scared, mortified, and livid. Just
moments ago I was on cloud nine, preparing a meal for the two of us so I could
gush about Trent. We would drink wine and gossip and watch that movie we had
agreed upon.

But now it was
different. Now she was hooking up with my brother. The one who was bipolar. The
one I committed to a mental hospital.

Needless to say,
I’m a little bit more than over-protective.

I pulled on a
hoodie and threw up the hood, not bothering to find an umbrella. The rain
splashed on my face as I ran out to my Vespa and started up the little engine,
racing down the colorful, narrow streets of Deston Beach. The apartment
complexes, people walking the streets, and small shops passed by me in a blur.
Once I finally got to my mother’s quaint, baby blue villa, I ran up to the
porch and pounded on the door, too alive with nerves to fumble through my purse
for my key.

“Coming!” I heard
my mother call. She opened the door and smiled at me, and I smiled weakly back
as she pulled me into an intense hug.

“Oh Bailey!” she
kissed the side of my face viscously before pulling away to size me up and
down. Seriously, it was like I had been gone for months instead of a couple of
days.

“How are you,
mija
?” she cooed. She was wearing a
floor-length skirt and a green-print tropical shirt, her dark, silky hair piled
up on her head in a messy but fun kind of way. She looked much younger than
forty-five, and her youthful smile and short stature kept her cute and lively
as ever.

“I’m fine, mom,” I
said, my tone easing at the sight of my mother, who was clearly so happy to see
me. “How are you?”

“Good, good! Come
into the kitchen, I made you some quesadillas and soup.” She took my hand and
lead me to the kitchen.

“Where are Sierra
and Tony?” I asked between gritted teeth. “I want to say ‘hi’ to them too.”

“Oh, probably
playing the Xbox, they do that a lot,” she said, laughing. “Antonio! Sierra! I
have a surprise for you!” she called out in her thick accent, her voice
bouncing off the tiles and walls.

The kitchen
smelled wonderful, filled with the strong and heavy scents of tomatoes and
jalapeño peppers. My mother made her way to the stove top and I sat down at the
kitchen table nook, trying to think of all the other possible explanations for
Sierra taking an interest in my brother.

Maybe she was
trying to figure out a way to contribute to the community. Maybe she suddenly
started volunteering to help the mentally disturbed.

Except I knew that
wasn’t it. Sierra was a mess herself. She was the kind of girl you pulled out
of bathrooms at clubs. She was about as stable as a roller coaster.

I heard loud steps
thud against the tile. I knew instantly it was Tony. He came into the kitchen
and leaned against the entryway, folding his arms against his chest and giving
a small yawn.

“Hey Bailey, sup?”
he asked casually. I could tell by his red, drooping eyes that he was drinking
again.

“Hey, were you
just taking a nap?” I looked away from him and tried to fight the vicious,
accusing tone that crept up in my throat. I smiled at my mother who brought me
a plate of quesadillas and a bowl of soup. She sat down across from me with a
cup of green tea, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Where’s Sierra?”
I asked, trying to sound casual as I dipped my spoon into my bowl, blowing on the
deep orange soup before bringing it to my lips.

“Uh, she’s in the
bathroom, should be out a sec,” he said as if it were the most normal thing in
the world.

“Huh.” The hot
liquid fell down my throat. My mother’s cooking was good, but I was so filled
with mixed emotions that I could hardly taste it. “Thanks mom,” I said, knowing
that it meant a lot to her.

“Of course,
bella
.”

“Well I think I
should go say ‘hi,’” I said, standing up from seat. Tony gave me a funny look.

“She’s in the
bathroom,” he said.

“Yeah well,” I had
this strange feeling she was trying to escape from the window. Even if Tony was
unconcerned with the weirdness of their coupling, I knew Sierra would have felt
differently. And this wouldn’t be the first time she escaped an awkward situation
through the bathroom window. I remembered all to clearly her escape from
Homecoming junior year after she barfed on her date.

I made my way down
the hall briskly and exited through the front door, going around the side of
the house where the window to our guest bathroom looked out. And sure enough there
she was, her pale legs dangling out the window.

“Cute skirt!” I
called out, letting the venom come through my voice. This was the ultimate
proof. If I couldn’t be sure that she was hooking up with my brother before, I
knew it then.

“Oh fuck!” I heard
her shout out before she let go of the windowsill and fell gracelessly onto the
wet grass. She crawled up and tried to wipe the dirt from her hands, her cheeks
a furious red as she avoided making eye contact with me.

“Sierra, what the
fuck?” I yelled, letting my hurt and anger fly free. She looked up at me and I
could see tears brimming in her eyes. I felt a sympathetic pang in my heart,
but I kept my lips in a firm, disapproving frown.

“I’m sorry,” was
all she could manage before casting her gaze back down to the muddy earth. “I
tried to tell you.”

“Did you really?”
I snapped. “Because you must have not tried that hard if this is coming as such
a complete shock.”

“I…I just, I knew
you wouldn’t be happy about it,” she said in a near whisper.

“Of course I
wouldn’t be happy about it! He’s sick! He’s not going to be some good boyfriend
to you, and the last thing I need is for my best friend to be another girl Tony
uses like a tissue!”

“That’s not fair…”
she croaked out. But I could see it in her face that she knew what I was saying
was true.

“You’ve always been
kind of delusional,” I snapped, the fire burning through my mouth before I
could stop it. “But this is seriously a new level in your self absorbed
insanity.”

I walked away, my
nerves getting the best of me. I instantly regretted what I said, but as I
stomped away I imagined the near future where Sierra would come crying to me
about the latest boy that had used her.

‘
But this time I won’t listen
,’ I told
myself as I walked back into the house and into the kitchen, only to find that
Tony was sitting where I had been, eating my dinner.

“Oh, let me get
you another plate!” My mother rushed off to the kitchen.

“No, don’t
bother,” I said, tired of how my brother got away with everything. No one
expected him to be reasonable. No one expected him to be considerate.

“I’m tired, I’ll
see you tomorrow,” I lied, giving my mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Are you okay?”
she whispered, a concern look in her dark eyes.

“Yeah,” I said,
trying not to let on how pissed off I was. “It’s been a long past few days.”

As I walked out of
the house and down the driveway, Sierra ran up behind me.

“Bailey wait!” I
forced myself to keep my eyes forward, to say strong. She always manage to find
a way of getting my sympathy.

“Bailey! I’m
sorry! But I can’t have it all figured out like you. You’ve basically known
your prince charming since you were in fucking elementary school!”

I turned around,
and she looked fierce and angry. It wasn’t what I expected. “You know it’s not
like that,” I said coolly. “Stop making this about me.”

“Did you ever
think that it sucked, being the third wheel all the time? Knowing that your
best friends were meant for each other, and that all you’re good for is one
night stands?”

I felt a strong
pang of guilt. It was something I didn’t want to recognize, but her words
carried a lot of resonance with me. Tears made their way down her cheeks, and
though I wanted to hate her, to shake her and scream, I hugged her.

“I’m sorry,” I
mumbled, feeling her shaking sobs wrack me. “I’ve been so selfish lately.”

“I’m…I’m sorry
too.”

I held her as the
sun set, her tears soaking through my shirt. I hadn’t meant to make her take a
backseat. Still, my head was reeling with her admission.

“Let’s go watch
that movie, huh?” I said once her heavy sobs subsided. She nodded into my
shoulder, and pulled back to look at me, revealing her red-rimmed eyes. All the
questions that were brewing through me left. I took her hand in mine and squeezed
it.

“Hop on the back
of my moped. The extra helmet’s in the scooter trunk as always,” I tugged her
hand over to my little bike. She had probably walked to the house from work
since the coffee shop was close by, and I wondered, with a sinking dread in my
stomach, how often she had done that. But I forced myself to push the thought
out of my mind. I just couldn’t deal with that just then.

We drove through
the dreary streets, the rain giving us a break as we zipped through puddles and
wet pavement. As we passed by the old cemetery, something caught my eye.

“Hold on,” I said,
following this strange instinct I had to pull over.

“What is it?”
Sierra asked me as I pulled up along a side street parking space.