Page 21 of Storm

“She got you out, she isn’t gonna steer you wrong, Storm.” I nod my head and crack my neck from side to side.

“I sure as hell hope not.” I walk away from him, needing the space and to think. This is fucked up. I can’t believe that Patch would get me into this shit knowing that I just fucking got out.

I stomp into my room and slam the door, but before it shuts, someone pushes it open. I turn to look, and Knezee steps inside, closing the door behind her.

When she doesn’t speak, I do.

“What?”

“Let me get this straight. You’re going to train me and fuck me when you want, and also fuck that bitch?” I chuckle now as I drop onto the bed, glaring at her.

“You care who I fuck now?”

“I do when your cock is going inside of me!”

“You wanna calm down?”

“No. I don’t. I don’t want whatever diseases you’re getting from your little whores.”

“I keep it wrapped up, sweetheart,” I tell her.

“You didn’t with me,” she argues.

“That’s different. I keep it wrapped with anyone else,” I inform her.

“You’re disgusting. I’m calling this off,” she huffs before turning to head for the door. I stand quickly and move toward her, pressing my hand against the door before she has the chance to open it.

“You’re not callin’ it off.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she snaps at me. I move, caging her in with my arms, lowering my head so that we’re eye level.

“You want those assholes dead? You want to take out the ones that did this to your dad?” I ask her, knowing that I’ll hit a nerve. I see the way she averts her eyes before dragging them back to meet mine.

“I’m not into getting an STD."

“Me either. I promise you, I won’t give you one.”

“How do you know?”

“I just told you. I use protection with her,” I remind her.

“Can’t you just…not fuck her while you’re fucking me?”

“If that was an option. Apparently, I was volunteered for this shit,” I tell her.

“To fuck her?” I nod my head as she lets out a breath. “Fine. Just keep it wrapped.” She tries to spin around and move away from me but I don’t let her. I grab her hip in my hand and tug her toward me, her ass hitting my cock. I groan before I lean in and press my lips to her neck.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?”

“Here?”

“Why not here?”

“Everyone is out there,” she whispers as I continue to kiss along her neck and shoulder.

“You don’t want them to hear you screamin’ my name, Kenz?” I ask her playfully.